The second round seemed to have cured his breathing difficulties he had had from the first time (or cocaine). I was lying there somewhere between sleep and consciousness thinking, thanking about the fuck I had previously had. A guy of my affections by my side, it was light and had been for a while. We were looking for a way out his dad was up and about and Malcolm didn’t really want to upset his father from our somewhat ‘wrong doings’ so we lay there longer talking a bit more, realising even at thirty-eight you can still feel as immature as you were at eighteen.
When the door went and it seems that his father had left, convenient, but was it for our sakes, was he aware that I was shagging his son in his cellar? It certainly saved our ideas of escape. So we departed to his car, not looking o good due to events of night before and lack of a hairbrush for me.
It was too bright outside, sensitive eyes brought in the locality of a Saturday morning in the village so swiftly to the car. A BMW I find, ‘flash git’ I call him sarcastically, don’t know how he took it. We drive, where too? Both as indecisive as each other, we wasn’t coffee? Fruit juice? Breakfast? Well not feeling too with it quite honestly so just cruise round for nearly an hour wondering where to go on this beautiful winters morning.
After much debating we end up in another town, somewhat nearby. Parking was the first issue, the next his paranoid wonderings of how we look together. I didn’t really care how I looked, I didn’t feel that good. Went to a café at last, after seating and a pinch on the arse from him that everybody seemed to notice, I got a Mocha him a toasty and whitewine(?, at least not a spritza!). Paranoia past, I was just trying to take it in, it was all pretty random to me and wasn’t really in the right mood to concentrate.
After that it was the drive home, luckily we got back to the parking lot in time and obviously both wanted to meet up again and soon! And so I was dropped home, not quite outside my house of course. I took his number, ‘contact him soon’. It was new years eve daytime and how honestly I got through that night I’m not too sure.