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Today is Mike’s birthday.  I made him a cake.  A vanilla bundt cake.  That just so happened to be shaped like a castle.

I bought him a tackle box, and filled it with various fishing items, because when we went on that camping trip seemingly so long ago I found out that he doesn’t have one.  And that all he’s got is power bait.  And that he needs new line depserately.  So I bought him lots and lots of thingys that I thought he would like.

 And he does

Right now he is playing DDO with onion at Max.  I drove his truck home so that I wouldn’t be sitting there bored as ever, making him feel bad.  I’ll just have to go back and get him when he’s finished.  Some time.  Probably in the wee hours of the morning.

But…my last birthday was the best one *ever* and I wanted his to be just as good. 

I left him with promises of some oral love once we get back here.

But…

I was reading “The House Wife Next Door” blog and came across this:

“Finding out that Phillip was a virgin both excited me and scared me. I so badly wanted to fuck him…SO badly. But I didn’t want to rush him. I didn’t want him to feel like he was being used, nor did I want him to feel pressured.  I knew it was inevitable. We were in love, the passion was mounting and it was only a matter of time.  I can still remember rubbing his cock through his jeans until he came. The nymph inside me wanted to just reach inside his pants and feel it, but he was bringing out the good girl in me, if only temporarily.  I can remember wanting to beg him to slip his fingers in my cunt, but being afraid he would think I was a tramp.  When the day came that he finally did decide to explore my body completely it was maddening!! “

And it brought back my memories of Tyler.

I was a good girl, for him. I didn’t ditch a single class my single year. I didn’t drink or smoke anymore, because …what athelete would do that? Not the good ones, and Tyler was the captian of the boys track team, and me of the girl’s. So it just made sense that we got together.

But right now I can’t remember why. He was always the younger smart kind in my math class, and the insanely good distance runner. I…was me. I was good a sprints, jumps, art, english, anything but math. But for some reason we both sent each other singing Valentine’s grams. With the “Crush” song. And then we started dating, watching movies together.

Then, (this is kinda creepy) his parents had their 25th wedding anniversary and Tyler had the house to himself. We started watching “Hooshiers” the basketball movie about the small town team from Indiana. I only know this because I used to be obsessed with it, before that night. He slipped his hands under my shirt and unhooked my bra. First time he’d ever done that. Somehow we got naked, all the while making out, like teenagers do. Then he picked me up and carried me to his room. This skinny distance runner carried the buff sprinter to the bed. And dropped me. lol.

I didn’t even think about it. I didn’t care that he was a virgin anymore. I just wanted him to hump my brains out. And he wasn’t bad for a first time. He even pulled out, though he didn’t have to, as I was on the pill even then.

Afterward, I freaked out. I had always said that a virgin should always lose it to another virgin. That’s how I lost it, that’s the best way. Escept for love, idk, I loved my first. Then I realized that I was freaking the poor boy out so I kissed him on the cheek and searched for my panties.

We humped like rabbits after that. In his car, in front of my house mostly.

Then he gave me mono, I graduated, started college, he broke up with me, and I was over it in 2 days.

Tell me why it took two years to find another guy?

I didn’t even love Tyler, it was like we were friends, track buddies, that just happened to hump. I never said “I love you” and neither did he. But it lasted 9 months.

That was my longest relationship. Until just now. With Mike. The best guy in the world.

10 months.

*sigh*