Just when I am used to the idea...
that Professor and I are FWB, and am ready to let it be just that and have no emotional attachment to him, my furnace goes out.
What does that have to do with anything? Let me explain...
We had a snowstorm today. Unfortunately it was not until after I was at school and we didn't get to go home early.
My drive home was treacherous, but I knew I had a cozy house to get to, and possibly some fun-time with my niece.
I get home, and noticed that when I walked in the house, I wasn't much warmer than when I was outside.
My mom comes into the kitchen where I am wondering if I am coming down with something, feeling so chilled. She looks harried and spills out, "The furnace stopped running a few hours ago. Your dad was calling someone, but I don't know the status. The baby is sleeping, but I called your brother to have him pick her up, because it is so cold in here."
I knew Professor had the kids for the evening, but as a lark, I called him. "Soooo...you have the kids tonight, huh?"
"Well, yeah. Why? What's up?"
"Oh, well, my furnace is out, the house is freezing and I was hoping to find a warm place to bunk tonight."
His mind went reeling. We discussed the possibilities. When I mentioned that I do have to get up early for school, he suggested that he show me how to use the shower tonight, and I can use it myself in the morning. Nice.
"But, you have your kids."
"Yeah. I am really sorry. I wish there was something I could do to help you out."
"No worries. Hopefully it will be fixed tonight, and I can snuggle under my comforter with Fat Cat for some warmth."
"Lucky cat."
A little while later, I get a call.
"You know, I was just thinking, if you can stand being in your house until 9:00 or so, I should be home from dropping the kids off by then."
"That is okay, Big Guy, (my pet name for my 5'6" lover. He adores it when I call him that.) I will just rub that warming massage oil all over my body and see if that helps."
"Well, I'm not having a problem with feeling cold right now! I'll call you when I drop them off to see how you are doing."
I thank him, but tell him I will be fine. The weird thing here, though, is that it isn't just a case of wanting to shack up. He actually sounds, just a bit, concerned. I mean, he sounds more horny than concerned, but there is definitely a trace of concern there.
The furnace is fixed, and slowly the house is warming up, and just as I sit down to a bowl of fabulous chicken and wild rice soup, to speed up the warming process, my phone rings. I missed the call by time I got to the phone, but there is a voice message. Professor is in a frantic whisper, "I am hiding in the closet so the kids can't hear me, but I just wanted to tell you, it may be closer to 9:30, but if your furnace isn't working, you can come over here. I can't talk on the phone, but send a text message to let me know. I would love to see you, and you could use the warmth of my apartment."
I waited a little while (let him wonder if I went somewhere else to warm up) and sent a text that I would be fine (in truth, the house is nearing cozy, at this point)that I have a snow day tomorrow (honestly, I am fantasizing about lounging with him in the morning, and maybe even a nice wake-up call)and that tomorrow night we will have plenty of heat between us.
He sends me a text--"So, ur not cumming over?" (He is a PhD, but he is SO base with his sexual innuendos!)
I told him that while I am really looking forward to having him tomorrow night, tonight just isn't good for me.
He text me back, "OK".
I could almost hear the pout in his voice.
Really, I want to go over there, but between looking rough (and not shaving since Sunday) and simply not wanting him to think I am at his beckon call, I think it is best I stay in tonight. (Although I am wimpy and if the furnace was still down, I would be waiting for him when he got back from dropping the kids back home.)
Soooo...now I am thinking how sweet it was for him to want me to come over. Maybe he does still want to be my boyfriend.
But really, it was just about sex, wasn't it?
What does that have to do with anything? Let me explain...
We had a snowstorm today. Unfortunately it was not until after I was at school and we didn't get to go home early.
My drive home was treacherous, but I knew I had a cozy house to get to, and possibly some fun-time with my niece.
I get home, and noticed that when I walked in the house, I wasn't much warmer than when I was outside.
My mom comes into the kitchen where I am wondering if I am coming down with something, feeling so chilled. She looks harried and spills out, "The furnace stopped running a few hours ago. Your dad was calling someone, but I don't know the status. The baby is sleeping, but I called your brother to have him pick her up, because it is so cold in here."
I knew Professor had the kids for the evening, but as a lark, I called him. "Soooo...you have the kids tonight, huh?"
"Well, yeah. Why? What's up?"
"Oh, well, my furnace is out, the house is freezing and I was hoping to find a warm place to bunk tonight."
His mind went reeling. We discussed the possibilities. When I mentioned that I do have to get up early for school, he suggested that he show me how to use the shower tonight, and I can use it myself in the morning. Nice.
"But, you have your kids."
"Yeah. I am really sorry. I wish there was something I could do to help you out."
"No worries. Hopefully it will be fixed tonight, and I can snuggle under my comforter with Fat Cat for some warmth."
"Lucky cat."
A little while later, I get a call.
"You know, I was just thinking, if you can stand being in your house until 9:00 or so, I should be home from dropping the kids off by then."
"That is okay, Big Guy, (my pet name for my 5'6" lover. He adores it when I call him that.) I will just rub that warming massage oil all over my body and see if that helps."
"Well, I'm not having a problem with feeling cold right now! I'll call you when I drop them off to see how you are doing."
I thank him, but tell him I will be fine. The weird thing here, though, is that it isn't just a case of wanting to shack up. He actually sounds, just a bit, concerned. I mean, he sounds more horny than concerned, but there is definitely a trace of concern there.
The furnace is fixed, and slowly the house is warming up, and just as I sit down to a bowl of fabulous chicken and wild rice soup, to speed up the warming process, my phone rings. I missed the call by time I got to the phone, but there is a voice message. Professor is in a frantic whisper, "I am hiding in the closet so the kids can't hear me, but I just wanted to tell you, it may be closer to 9:30, but if your furnace isn't working, you can come over here. I can't talk on the phone, but send a text message to let me know. I would love to see you, and you could use the warmth of my apartment."
I waited a little while (let him wonder if I went somewhere else to warm up) and sent a text that I would be fine (in truth, the house is nearing cozy, at this point)that I have a snow day tomorrow (honestly, I am fantasizing about lounging with him in the morning, and maybe even a nice wake-up call)and that tomorrow night we will have plenty of heat between us.
He sends me a text--"So, ur not cumming over?" (He is a PhD, but he is SO base with his sexual innuendos!)
I told him that while I am really looking forward to having him tomorrow night, tonight just isn't good for me.
He text me back, "OK".
I could almost hear the pout in his voice.
Really, I want to go over there, but between looking rough (and not shaving since Sunday) and simply not wanting him to think I am at his beckon call, I think it is best I stay in tonight. (Although I am wimpy and if the furnace was still down, I would be waiting for him when he got back from dropping the kids back home.)
Soooo...now I am thinking how sweet it was for him to want me to come over. Maybe he does still want to be my boyfriend.
But really, it was just about sex, wasn't it?
posted by Beth at
7:12 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home