12:44 p.m. -- 2006-01-02
I said there was a Paco update in order and since I have time on my hands here it is.
I've been working quite a bit over Christmas, I saw Paco at work on Thursday. A little background: we're fuck buddies but it has recently emerged that there are feelings involved on both sides. There was a row about it not too long ago and since then we've been, well, treading carefuly with each other.
We worked on different floors but did pass a few times on the stairs and in the stockroom. He was wearing a suit, for some reason, I'm guessing they're not selling well and he wore one to boost his commision, they're around £300 for a good one. Anyway, he looked good. Our dinner breaks fell at the same time and we walked together to go and get food. I told him he looked good and should wear a suit more often. Later, in the shop, he asked what I was up to later that night and I replied nothing. He opened his mouth to speak again but got interrupted by a customer.
Our eyes kept meeting for hours afterwards with lots of flirty smiles. As most of the staff left, I was sent upstairs to work the late shift with him. It was quiet so we talked a lot, he finally asked if I wanted to go over to his place later. I replied that he did.
After work I went home and showered, packing an small overnight bag. I got to his place and we drank tea and chilled out in front of a comedy show on TV, laughing and hugging. I contemplated bringing up the 'what is going on with us' question but judged it the wrong time. Things need to be a little more regular between us first. For some reason, I can't wrap him around my little finger like most men, and this frustrates me.
Before I knew it we were fucking on the sofa... The argument weeks ago had to have make-up sex. There always has to be make up sex... He'd started necking me and then in no time my hands were undoing his pants and taking out his cock, and then I was on my knees giving head... He loves it so much and he was talking dirty, soon pulling me up and peeling away my tight pants and raising my foot to the arm of the sofa to dip down and tongue my cunt for a while. And then with a deft move, he quite forcefuly pulled me down onto him, I angled his erection (so big) inside me - it has been a while and I guess we've both missed it, I was riding him with considerable pace, his hands were gripping my ass and his head was tipped back in delight.
It didn't last long but it was good, as we came together he pulled my hair towards him and our foreheads touched, us gasping into each others faces. Afterwards I scampered off to clean up and dressed again, we sat side by side on the sofa talking. Around ten minutes later his flatmate returned from work and it pleased me knowing that he had no idea what had happened.
We went to bed not long after, cuddling and talking for a while before falling asleep with each other.
I didn't judge it the right time to talk. The morning after, we arrived at work together and although I had an overnight bag, nobody asked what was going on. After our pretty public argument, I'm sure that most people know whats going on, but it pleases me that nobody is gossiping. Usually, gossip flies around our workplace, much joking and teasing and bitching. But no. I guess they must like the two of us.
On the late shift, his friend, who split up the fight between Paco and Brad after our argument, asked if we'd sorted things out. I admitted that I do have feelings for Paco, Jon (the friend) repeated that he also has feelings for me. I said that I was in no rush, that it could all get complicted. I said that I enjoy being single (although at this point I technically wasn't) as much as Paco does and it would be a lot for us both to give up. Jon laughed and said that that was exactly the point Paco had made in a similar conversation.
I guess its nice to know that we're on the same wavelength. Does this mean we're right for each other?
Most men, by this point, would be completely crazy about me. We've been sleeping together regularly since I got back from Ibiza, thats three months. He came to visit me in Ibiza, so I must have been on his mind. Before that we'd slept together a few times and the whole thing started over a year ago. So, as I say, most guys would be ready to bend over backwards for me by now. Reading between the lines, most girls would be feeling the same about him.
And yet, we're not quite giving in to each other.
How irritating.
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