I did Something New and Dirty

I rubbed and writhed and twisted to get into small, tight spaces and I kept going until the job was done. I bloody hate dusting. I followed up the dusting with hoovering. My gran is coming to stay and she doesn't deal well with dust.

During the morning I went into town, got out some money (I owe my mum £50... I went over my contract a bit), collected a parcel (a very sexy basque,the teal one, which will be my Christmas present from my gran), organised to have my discount card sorted out, got an iTunes voucher (it's already gone) and desperately tried and failed to find a way out of reading the Great Gatsby. Have had the house to myself all day. Apart from the dog, but a pint size lab doesn't make much difference.

Also achieved the impossible. I was not only up before Sara, I also ruined her lie-in. I called her at a fairly reasonable hour, it was like 9.30, she's usually up before 8. Strange child.

An Easy Day

Last day before christmas. All had been given strict instruction that we had to teach until the very end of the day. Naturally, we did a quiz, I helped with year 7 who did secret Santa and sold cakes, we watched a film and ate in the class room.

There was also gift swapping. Amongst other things, Sara got me a beautiful necklace: a tiny blue and white flower, a rainbow and a pegasus. The horse was her idea of a joke.

The Wrong Thing to Say

Today I:
Redrafted the rest of that essay
Talked a lot about a book I've not read
Napped on Sara
Ate a chewy brick disguised as a panini
Redid a maths paper
Napped at home for 15 minutes (and an hour)
Responded to "I love you" with "oh shit! I'll see you later" (I was still quite asleep and I did fall over a bit)

On a different note: over the last 2 school days 11 chavs have all done the same thing. As I walk home, I'll walk past them (they walk slow) and as soon as they're behind me they'll start shouting "lezza" and so on at me. How very brave of them. What I want to do most is cut of their balls and make them watch as I feed them to wild cats. Realistically I'd like to backhand them and leave a five finger clover across their face. Another time.

When a Girl Lets Go

Friday night Sara came over. We watch a lesbian themed rom-com, had fish and chips (I had fish, she had chips). By the end of the night my hand was covered in her cum. The morning was much the same. It's a good thing we had a free house, because when she lets go... By God, she makes some noise.

(Sorry honey :P)

Something Special

I'd like you to watch me. My face as I cum. My body as I cum.

Your hand brushes my arm. Goose bumps on the inside. I look into your eyes and my lips press softly against your cheek. I feel your body rise and fall in a happy sigh and you pull me closer. My fingers trail across the nape of your neck and play with your hair. I lean my forehead against yours and feel tiny bubbles of calm passion grow inside me.

New School (Monday)

First day in the new school. I spent almost all of the "exploration" time doing my maths homework. School is fairly amazing, alot of glass, alot of colours. Pretty overwhelming. In the theatre under the seats its hollow. I took Sara down there and we christened the school. She's hard to keep quiet, but I did my best.

Shaking It and Alternative Bathroom Uses (Saturday)

Got to the party, wearing 5 inch heels. Spent all night dancing. By dancing I mean throwing and grinding my hips and boobs in every direction. Particularly right up against Sara. DJ looked like he enjoyed it. He had a penis growing out the back of his head.

After running my hands up and down Sara's body and refusing to let her have anything for a good bit longer than she wanted, I took her hand and dragged her into the toilets. It was good.

She stayed at mine. I was pretty much exhausted, but we woke up in style.

Girlfriend

I am procrastinating and have discovered something. Before this post the word "girlfriend" is mentioned exactly 20 times. 12 in reference to Sara from me, 7 to other people's girlfriends and once meaning me in a guest blog from Sara. So in 257 posts I've written girlfriend 20 times. That's just under once every 13 posts. Sara gets called my girlfriend just over every 21st post. That's not a lot.

Will now do German and then clean guinea pigs. Later is blog time concerning yesterday and packing time for next week (am going to Center Parcs with family, am also bringing Lexy).

Phonecalls

I call Sara most nights, after she's gone to sleep. I wake her up, and she groggily answers the phone. Last night I called earlier. I reminded her of all the things we'd done and told her a few of the things I'd like to someday. I didn't stop telling her until she was covered in goosebumps and writhing.

Turns out, she'd like to as well.

Exploring New Territory

Sara came round this morning. I opened the front door, pulled her inside and kissed her, pushing her against the wall. It had been too long since I'd seen her on her own.

Throwing her down onto my bed, hands slipping down the whole length of her body. My mouth kissing her soft, pale skin; a smile washes over my face as her skin grows hotter and an ocean of goosebumps appear in front of me. My hand trails up her thigh and skims over her hip. As my fingers touch her stomach, she gasps lightly and her back arches closer to my touch. My thigh fits perfectly between hers. Just being near her makes me dizzy.

My lips kiss hers as I cup her beautiful face in my hands. She brushes my hair away and I look into her eyes. I tease her lips with my tongue, then kiss her once and my mouth brushes her jaw line, her neck and collarbone. My teeth bite her shoulder until she moans a little.

I know what I want. I brush my hand over her chest and her nipple hardens. I push my thigh against her and she gasps. She looks amazing: her mouth almost curled into a snarl, her eyes shut tight. For a second, I wish I knew what was happening inside her. Then I bite her and get lost in the moment, her back arches, her legs squeeze tight around me, fingers curling into fists around my hair, skin growing hotter and hotter, a whine escaping from her throat. I carry on until the moment when she gasps and then lies, panting underneath me. I can feel her heart racing.

I kiss the soft skin by her hip and my mouth brushes her stomach. My lips touch the inside of her thigh. She pulls me up closer, to her face. I still have one leg between hers, my skin touching hers, my heart beating out of time with hers. She kisses me gently, looks into my eyes. She takes my hand, and lets it trail along her thigh. She gasps when I touch her. My fingers drift and slide, every arch and curve makes me gasp a little and her a lot. I kiss her mouth, neck and chest until her whole body tightens and convulses. My lips graze her forehead and she moves closer to me before opening her eyes.

Chav-tastic

My girlfriend has got this cute habit of getting dropped off at school by bus and coming to meet me as I walk. Today we walked past two adolescent male chavs.

"ey up, let's get some!"
"Are you female? Are you gay?"
*Silence*
"Gay-boys!"

Smooth. Label yourself homosexual. Because all the lesbians love to fuck the gay guys.

Meet the Parents

Staying over at Sara's was... an experience.

I headed over there straight after work. Nervous doesn't really cover it. Shitting myself is getting closer. I arrived and her parents were out. We went upstairs and it was, as always, awesome. Even just lying next to her, talking gives me butterflies.

Her parents came home. I was still nervous, so we decided to lie low in her room for a bit longer. We went down using the kittens as a cover. I said hey and asked how she's been. She didn't look at me. She asked Sara's dad a question (he was lovely by the way, so were the siblings). This might not sound so bad, but I'm always acknowledged pretty much immediately. I don't match the wall paper, people always notice me. Her mum didn't talk to Sara either. It was 13 hours before she looked at or spoke to me.

It was like being in a country where being gay is illegal. We weren't allowed to get close anywhere we might be seen, it was not accepted that we were together as a couple. I'm not used to having to be paranoid about being seen or not being trusted. I was put in the spare room and Sara was meant to stay in her room to sleep. She didn't, but she was meant to. Her mum came upstairs in the morning and saw her bed still made, and Sara sneaking out of the spare room with some impressive bed head. Her mum saw her, turned and walked back down stairs. Sara later told me that her mum hadn't been pleased to be officially told that we were back together.

It was harder than I'd expected it to be. I'd do it everyday if it meant I got to see her.

Behind on Blogs

There are a couple of blogs being created, but I'm a bit behind and really need a day off just for blogging.

I went to see Surrey Uni today, it's amazing and it's asking for grades which I'm going to get. Perfection!

Tomorrow I'm working then going straight to Sara's. I'm meeting her mum. I'm a bit nervous. It's the first time in about 4 years. Sara says it'll be fine. I want to believe her.

We're also planning on taking photos (the good kind) and generally wanting to have some fun.

Same Heat, No Burn Victims

Another great afternoon. Actually, it was better. No one was burnt and we weren't interrupted. She left covered in tiny red bite marks all over her torso. Not my fault she bruises like an over-ripened peach.

Burning (and) Desires

Sara came round. We both had lunch and then a free, so we decided to chill out at mine. And for the record chilling out largely involves my thigh between her legs. My teeth leaving red marks all over her hot pale skin.

Pretty much amazing. As things were heating up again, I hear a loud whistle. I jump off the bed (and off Sara), wrap something around me and see my mum standing in the shower half dressed. She'd dropped boiling water on her leg. She stood under the cold shower for an hour, whilst on the phone to my grandma (retired nurse), to make sure she was doing the right thing. I did not make it back to school.

The water didn't even leave a mark.

Lost Cynicism and Disease Ridden

I'm in love.

I don't believe in love. I mock it. I think it's what people in relationships tell themselves to make what they're doing feel worthwhile.

And yet, here I am. Head over heels.

I wont lie: I despised the feeling. I hate anything I can't easily label and safely put away in a box. I like to have complete control; with Love, I have none. I'm growing to like it. It makes me smile, it's got the edge on me.

I called her and we sat in silence while I formulated.

"I don't know much about love, or how it's meant to feel. But if I could choose, it would feel like this."

We chatted a bit, and while we did, I realised that no one can tell you what love is, because it's different for everyone. So when I feel that this is how it should be, then that's how it is.

"I love you."

I smiled when I heard it. Didn't even have to think about it.

"I love you too."

So there you have it, I've been infected with this odd brand of disease. And it's okay.

Homophobic Librarian

First day back at school as a couple. Is it so surprising that we can't keep our hands off each other? I wouldn't say so.

The school librarians are well known for being the most tight lipped bitches of our entire school. They take a huge amount of pleasure in kicking people out and making ridiculous comments. They genuinely think they have power. They are wrong.

There is a constant lack of chairs so I happily share with Sara or Lexy, but Librarian comes by and says, "one bottom per chair." No joke. Eating is not allowed and whenever I get caught, I get kicked out. This was one of those occasions.

Sara came with me and we sat outside the library in the corridor. We're kissing and the librarian walks past. Blissfully unaware of this I keep kissing. There's this odd noise. I look up. The stupid woman was shaking her keys at us as she walked past.

Is that Dewey decimal code for "I'm homophobic"? We laughed, mocked her once she'd gone. Carried on kissing. We weren't even on her 'territory'. We got up to leave for lesson, I lent in and kissed Sara goodbye.

"Right! That's IT!"

We turn around, see an angry, yet ridiculous looking woman: the librarian.

"I told you to stop kissing! And you completely ignored me! NO ONE wants to see you snogging!"

I felt this rage bubble up inside me. I let it out.

"You didn't "tell" us anything! More to the point, why shouldn't we kiss?"

"It's not appropriate."

"Oh really? And why is that?"

"What kind of silly question is that?"

"I don't think it is a silly question, I see nothing wrong with me kissing my GIRLFRIEND, so why don't you tell me?"

"It's at school, no one wants to see it."

"I want to. This is unbelievable. Fucks sake."

I resisted the urge to kiss Sara goodbye before leaving. I know she was furious too.

It wouldn't have bugged me but she'd walked past and glanced at a straight year 12 couple just down the corridor. If you want to enforce something, it should be equality.

Tent Fun

We had 4 tents and 8 people. Sara and I got our own tent.

Right after we put the tent up we had a great make-out session. It was the first time where I could get lost in the moment without listening to chavs screech like hyenas, or friends telling us to quit making out all the time. I got to relax and feel her lips on mine, my fingers running through her newly short strands of hair. Her hands brushed my sides and waist. My tongue skimmed her lips. She dug her fingers into my skin and I moaned softly. My hand tugged on her hair, until she gasped, my other hand running down her back, my legs wrapped around her pulling her closer...

Around one we go to bed, her jeans are soaking, I insist she take them off. She obliges. My mouth skims her knee. Her skin is smooth under my lips. My mouth gently moves up her thigh; her fingers trail through my hair. My tongue playfully teases her skin, she gets hotter and the higher my mouth goes, the more heat I can feel from her skin.

Around 5 I open my eyes, lean over and wake up Sara. I kiss her softly at first. Her lips are smooth and hot, my fingers run over the skin of her shoulders, it's hot to the touch. I pull off her hoodie and tshirt, my t-shirt is pulled over my head. Her hot skin on mine. I slipped into her sleeping bag and my thigh was locked between her legs. I kissed her, she kissed me: harder, rougher, slowly grinding against me. Her soft skin easily brushing against mine, my hand grazing her spine. Her whole body arches and my lips kiss her collar bone. Her legs tighten around mine, I push myself against her, closer, hotter, faster. We keep going until I can't breathe and my whole body spasms. My head spins and she gasps, catching her breath before opening her eyes and looking into mine.

Party Fun

...And there she is. Sara. She smiles, we kiss. It was just so nice to see her again. We walked and kissed and got to JJ's birthday meal. There were *some* cancellations and no-shows, but it was a good meal. We walked to JJ's, picked up a friend on the way, and 3 more people arrived a little while after, bringing the numbers up to 8. Everyone got off with someone. It was a good night, Sara and I didn't drink, but it was good fun.

There was fun of putting up tents in the dark, smashing a glass lamp, followed by drunken denial, leaking tents and many other amusing incidents. A great night.

Sickness

I was babysitting last night. I am a little desperate for cash.

I've spent the last few days doing something quite unusual for me. Since dating Sara again I've been overwhelmed with a sickness. A disease. A bad case of "Soppy."

I'm not even kidding. I called her and woke her up, just to tell her that she's cute. As if she didn' t know. I also smile whenever I think about her, so I'm smiling pretty much constantly. I'm counting down the minutes until I get to see her again.