Exercising my new outlook, I met up with Beni, determined to not to overanalyse our relationship. I still want to rip his clothes off everytime I see him, it's ashame I can't whenever I want to. I mean I could but people would probably frown upon my undressing a man in the tube station.
We had a drink at the bar then hopped a train to good ol' East London to meet up with his "best cousin". They grew up together, they are close in age and appearance, and are best friends. I spoke with him once before on the phone, I only know he speaks great english and it very polite. He came from an hour outside of London to meet me last night.
While waiting for his cousin to arrive, Beni and I cleared up things. It's no secret that many Albanians procreate until they have their own football team. Clearly I should be nervous to even bang him considering the men of his country probably have super sperm...I just assumed that he too would want a pack of kiddies. He may very well share the super sperm of his country but luckily he does not want his own football team and considering I don't know if I want any mini me's running a muck... it was a good thing to find out! The conversation didn't have to go further because I was saved by the cousin!
Poor Beni, I don't think he got more than one word in the rest of the night besides asking us what our next drink would be. Best Cousin speaks wonderful English, runs his own business, and is working on his masters degree. Maybe I picked the wrong Albanian? We went back and forth talking about our cultures, each taking turns asking the other questions. Beni watched with a smile as we became fast buddies! We got along wonderfully and I couldn't help being disappointed as the bar closed and we said goodbye. I invited Best Cousin to come out for my birthday next week, he was more excited than I expected, thanking me for the invitation multiple times!
We went back to Beni's to enjoy some alone time...Big brother works nights now so we had the whole place to ourselves for the first time. With this new freedom, we barely made it to the living room before my dress was off and his belt buckle was undone.
The noise we made was drowned out by the creaking of his couch. It became clear it would not stand this kind of activity much longer and with that I was lifted up and practically thrown on to the other couch. Luckily this was sturdier. Satisfied, we decided to shower. I love showering with him, not soley because I like seeing him naked but because he looks funny when he washes his hair and face. I can't help but laugh when he uses shampoo to wash his face, covered in suds he laughed when I told him his hair looks like Alfalfa from the LittleRascals. He laughed not because it's an accurate description but because he didn't understand what I said, he only knows I was giggling so hard I almost choked. I struggled to explain through my laughter but gave up, so in retaliation (of what he's not sure) he rubbed his soapy face all over mine. We laughed for what seemed like an hour before drying off. His tub comes up to my thigh so I reached for his hand to help me out and instead he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder like a fireman and carried me down the stairs. He set me down, kissed me, and headed into the kitchen to make us food. 15 minutes later he returned with amazing bread, creamy soup, a fantastic salad and a plate of watermelon. I have no idea where all this food came from, I wasn't even hungry but he just kept saying, "eat, eat, eat". So I did, it's easier than telling him I'm not hungry.
He cleaned everything up before leading me upstairs. I laid on his chest as he told me he only wants to make me happy for as long as I'll let him. I know he didn't realize but that statement just got him more sex, it was my way of saying thanks when I have nothing to say to a statement like that. We shower agian, this time I ruined the potential laughter with a big dose of reality. I can't help it, I blame my mother who is non stop nagging me to get on birth control before I pop out some dark haired babies with funny accents. Yes, I realize its odd that she knows who I'm banging but there are oddier things about our relationship than that. So facing my naked Albanian, I told him he better not ever get me knocked up, as if he has this kind of control. But still, I have to say it outloud as a warning. He kissed me on the head and said don't worry, to which I said what any girl would..."that's easy for you to say" He seemed confused by this statement, "What do you mean I don't have to worry, of course I do, I would be just as much my problem as yours." Immediately I wanted to shut the door I had opened, I wanted to go back to laughing, especially when he asked what I would do if something like that did happen. I suspected he didn't want to know the answer but I told him anyway, in the vaguest way possible way to tell someone you would not be ready for that to happen, in any kind of way. I let him assume the rest. He kissed me and told me that if anything ever happened, he would respect any decision I made and be with me the whole way. I really know how to ruin the mood of a hot soapy Albanian.....
He lifted me out of the tub again, this time sweetly without the sexy force of before and placed me in to bed. We feel asleep cuddling tight acting like the previous conversation didn't happen.
We had a drink at the bar then hopped a train to good ol' East London to meet up with his "best cousin". They grew up together, they are close in age and appearance, and are best friends. I spoke with him once before on the phone, I only know he speaks great english and it very polite. He came from an hour outside of London to meet me last night.
While waiting for his cousin to arrive, Beni and I cleared up things. It's no secret that many Albanians procreate until they have their own football team. Clearly I should be nervous to even bang him considering the men of his country probably have super sperm...I just assumed that he too would want a pack of kiddies. He may very well share the super sperm of his country but luckily he does not want his own football team and considering I don't know if I want any mini me's running a muck... it was a good thing to find out! The conversation didn't have to go further because I was saved by the cousin!
Poor Beni, I don't think he got more than one word in the rest of the night besides asking us what our next drink would be. Best Cousin speaks wonderful English, runs his own business, and is working on his masters degree. Maybe I picked the wrong Albanian? We went back and forth talking about our cultures, each taking turns asking the other questions. Beni watched with a smile as we became fast buddies! We got along wonderfully and I couldn't help being disappointed as the bar closed and we said goodbye. I invited Best Cousin to come out for my birthday next week, he was more excited than I expected, thanking me for the invitation multiple times!
We went back to Beni's to enjoy some alone time...Big brother works nights now so we had the whole place to ourselves for the first time. With this new freedom, we barely made it to the living room before my dress was off and his belt buckle was undone.
The noise we made was drowned out by the creaking of his couch. It became clear it would not stand this kind of activity much longer and with that I was lifted up and practically thrown on to the other couch. Luckily this was sturdier. Satisfied, we decided to shower. I love showering with him, not soley because I like seeing him naked but because he looks funny when he washes his hair and face. I can't help but laugh when he uses shampoo to wash his face, covered in suds he laughed when I told him his hair looks like Alfalfa from the LittleRascals. He laughed not because it's an accurate description but because he didn't understand what I said, he only knows I was giggling so hard I almost choked. I struggled to explain through my laughter but gave up, so in retaliation (of what he's not sure) he rubbed his soapy face all over mine. We laughed for what seemed like an hour before drying off. His tub comes up to my thigh so I reached for his hand to help me out and instead he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder like a fireman and carried me down the stairs. He set me down, kissed me, and headed into the kitchen to make us food. 15 minutes later he returned with amazing bread, creamy soup, a fantastic salad and a plate of watermelon. I have no idea where all this food came from, I wasn't even hungry but he just kept saying, "eat, eat, eat". So I did, it's easier than telling him I'm not hungry.
He cleaned everything up before leading me upstairs. I laid on his chest as he told me he only wants to make me happy for as long as I'll let him. I know he didn't realize but that statement just got him more sex, it was my way of saying thanks when I have nothing to say to a statement like that. We shower agian, this time I ruined the potential laughter with a big dose of reality. I can't help it, I blame my mother who is non stop nagging me to get on birth control before I pop out some dark haired babies with funny accents. Yes, I realize its odd that she knows who I'm banging but there are oddier things about our relationship than that. So facing my naked Albanian, I told him he better not ever get me knocked up, as if he has this kind of control. But still, I have to say it outloud as a warning. He kissed me on the head and said don't worry, to which I said what any girl would..."that's easy for you to say" He seemed confused by this statement, "What do you mean I don't have to worry, of course I do, I would be just as much my problem as yours." Immediately I wanted to shut the door I had opened, I wanted to go back to laughing, especially when he asked what I would do if something like that did happen. I suspected he didn't want to know the answer but I told him anyway, in the vaguest way possible way to tell someone you would not be ready for that to happen, in any kind of way. I let him assume the rest. He kissed me and told me that if anything ever happened, he would respect any decision I made and be with me the whole way. I really know how to ruin the mood of a hot soapy Albanian.....
He lifted me out of the tub again, this time sweetly without the sexy force of before and placed me in to bed. We feel asleep cuddling tight acting like the previous conversation didn't happen.
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