Well, I had to leave you on a bit of a cliffhanger there. Apologies on my part, but I barely had time to type out that last word before … Well, before a quite confused Deren disappeared once more, to go put himself into some clothes. I didn’t mention that he was naked before? Oh well.
Okay, so he comes out, in all his naked glory, having obviously not realised where he was. Now, it’s not unusual for either of us to wind up in someone else’s bed with no idea how we got there, since we’re both pretty sluttish. What can I say; we’re just brilliant that way. On with the story, before I start pointing out all my lovely features. Anyway, so he looks at me, blinks, and runs back into my bedroom. At this point I’m laughing, though I’m still not sure why. Just so you all know, I’m wearing clothes … If those clothes happen to be a pale blue dressing gown and … that’s it.
He comes out again, a pair of boxers on this time and struggling into some proper clothes, ready to yell his head off at me. I greet him with my usual cheery attitude, though I have to say that I’m not at all comfortable with this situation either, since as far as I knew … Deren was straight.
I may have just taken his virginity in that department.
… He better not read this, he’ll brain me.
It started off with my usual sweetness attitude. ‘Have fun last night sweetie?’ and a rather appropriate ‘fuck off’ as a reply. Can’t blame him really, since as far as he knew, he was straight. I just grin at him, in my usual cheery way … And dodge as he runs at me and takes a swing.
What a bastard!
The usual ‘what the hell happened?’ and when I tell him … the usual denial. Why is it that first-timers always deny it, like we ended up in bed together, butt-naked and didn’t have sex? Bloody hell, it’s pure naivety! Still, he’s my friend, so I put up with it … A bit.
I’ll skip you all the boring details of him saying that we didn’t have sex, and trying to think up other reasons of why he ended up in my bed with me, and me bluntly telling him that yes, we did have sex and that no doubt if we looked close enough of the bed we would find proof of that. Unless I was sober enough to clean it up. Unlikely.
Well, that’s basically how yesterday morning went.
Oh crap, Maddie’s here. I’ll blog again tomorrow.
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