This blog entry was originally created on Wednesday, April 25, but didn't get posted since I accidentally had it as a "draft."

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Seattle came down to visit this weekend. She arrived on Friday, stayed with a friend on Friday evening, Saturday, and Saturday evening.

During that time, I went to a friend's (19th) birthday party... On my way up there, I called Seattle, and I wanted to discuss these boundaries and clarify what we could and couldn't do. I started out slowly and talked about the things we could do... started with kissing, then taking off clothes, then licking and biting... Basically we had phone sex for the entire 1-hour drive. She said that she was reluctant to let me go down on her because she didn't want to go down on me. Aha! Boundary reached. I said I didn't mind if she didn't go down on me, I just wanted to make her cum. I also said that it would be nice if I had some release as well, to which she responded that she might need me to talk her through it, tell her what to do. No problem, I can definitely do that! Seattle said, at the end of the conversation, "I'm touching myself right now." Fucking hot!

Birthday girl said she liked my shirt (it was a really tight Beats Antique shirt). I told her that if the DJ played a Beats Antique song, I would give her a little bellydance performance and then take my shirt off and give it to her. She talked to the DJ and made it happen. I also made $2 off of it. :P

Later on, as I was leaving and saying my goodbyes, K and the birthday girl (they are very close to each other), smothered me with hugs and kisses. I told them that I wasn't going to the Monday venue because I have an out of town friend visiting. They were both upset. Birthday girl, B, started punching me in the shoulder. Over and over again. It was cute because I knew why she was punching me; she was sad that she wouldn't get to see me on Monday, and also because she was leaving back home for the Summer right afterwards. So I said, aloud, "Punches... of love." And smiled.

Anyways, went to pick up Seattle on Sunday morning. We went to the park and ate some sandwiches and pastries we got from a nearby bakery. She wanted me so badly; we were touching each other every chance we got; she would push me up against the wall if I even looked at her the right way. Man, it was great. We had to kind of scale it down, though, since we were in public. After a few hours of just lounging around in the park, we made the 1-hour drive back to my house. We took a quick nap just after taking off all our clothes and lying on bed. Then I went down on her and made her cum.

Then after we woke up from our nap, I used my hand around her breast and nipple to show her how I like my balls to be played with. Then I used my hand around her finger to show her how to stroke my cock. Then I got out the lotion, and she took over from there, reading my moans and body language to determine what was working and what wasn't. The first time took a while, probably about 20 minutes, but it was fucking amazing. When I was cumming, she didn't stop at all; she kept pumping away, but even harder and faster, and she didn't stop, even when I was convulsing and bucking all over the place. It was the best orgasm anybody had ever given me.

After that, each subsequent time was easier and easier for me to cum; I was psychologically associating her with super intense orgasms. Writing about it now, I'm getting a huge hard-on, even having already cum 5 times in the past 2 days.

Needless to say, we were just all over each other for the rest of Sunday and all of Monday. I went down on her probably a total of 6 times, making her cum every time. She was not ashamed to tell me what she wanted. When she did, I rewarded her by telling her, "I'm so glad you feel comfortable enough to tell me what you want." I think this helped her feel better about making demands; not only she gets her needs met, but I showed her that I like it when she tells me!

It was amazing, the best sex I'd ever had. And, on top of this, we still respected her boundaries, and she is still a virgin. I brought her to the airport, she decided she can't continue being involved with me, because the longer we're involved, the more attached she is going to get, and the sadder she will be when thinking that we are not meant for each other (because of religious ideals). I respected that decision, and told her that if she ever wanted to re-kindle what we had, that we could talk about it.

We had one last makeout session on the airport drop-off curb before she turned and headed for the gate. I hope we remain good friends, she has played a pivotal role in my life; she showed me that lovers can be friends, and friends can be lovers; and also that communication is essential to a good, healthy sex life, and also to a good, healthy friendship.