My boyfriend never visits me at the house. Never. I don't mind, there's more privacy at his place anyway. Home for me is a place where our relationship doesn't exist.
So you can see how it was a bit of a surprise for me to see him standing at our porch a few nights ago, unexpected.
"Hi there, love", I called to him as I came up the driveway. He flinched at the sound of my voice and turned around jerkily, speechless, a strange look on his face: a mixture of surprise, guilt, panic, confusion, tenderness, questions and answers.
"What a treat to find you here! You could've called, though. It's a lucky coincidence that I got off so early", I chirped, searching for my keys. He still didn't reply, but gave me a hug and a little kiss on the cheek.
Inside, I threw off the jacket and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a passionate kiss. "I'm so happy to see you", I murmured in his ear. "I was about to cook something - are you hungry?" Without waiting for an answer, I disentangled from him and made a move towards the kitchen. He started to speak: "Actually, Pip, I'm here to see..."
Bethany walked into the hallway. "Edo! Happy you're here!" And to my complete amazement, she walked straight to his arms and they shared a very intimate embrace that left no guesses as to what was the nature of their interaction.
Edo threw me an apologetic, confused look, and proceeded to follow Bethany into the communal kitchen, where Beth's happy chattering made up for the stunned silence between me and Edo. They were cooking something for themselves and I was hastily throwing some greens on a plate and then moved quickly into the living room for a salad and a huge mug of tea. I didn't feel like invading on their late evening dinner date, but I kinda wanted to hear what they were talking about, so I stayed in the communal living room... where, unless there's other people around, you can pretty much hear everything that's going on in the kitchen.
Little Seth was around as well, and he made enough noise for my curiosity to stay unsatisfied. Eventually I had to get my dishes back in the kitchen, and of course that had to be the moment when Seth was in the bathroom and the newfound lovers had found a moment for tender embraces, cuddling and generally looking like two people on their first "your place or mine" - date.
I sat in the living room for the rest of the evening, too restlessly curious (and a bit obsessive, I admit) to go to our room but too proud and cool to pull Edo by the sleeve and ask him for a moment of clarification. He did find a moment to come to me on his own, eventually.
"I'm sorry", he whispered. "I didn't realize you live in the same house! Beth just gave me an address... I'm so sorry, I didn't remember that this is your address as well, I was just so surprised to see you there that I didn't know what to say..."
Edo didn't stay for the night, but I sat in the living room long after midnight talking with Stella, Josh and Anca about the problematics of relationships and the solutions and attitudes that each of us had found to different situations that we'd encountered. Stella advocated that polyamory is a great way for killing the ego but didn't really have practical ideas for dealing with jealousy and such, as her boyfriend is really very monogamous and deeply in love with her. As for Josh and Anca - he wants an open relationship while she doesn't, and understandably this is putting some pressure on their steady and stable 10-year relationship.
Two days later I was going to meet Edo at his place. Bethany had baked chocolate chip cookies and gave me a lunchbox-full to take with me, "for you and Edo", smiling sweetly and smelling deliciously of chocolate.
As I got to the front door, she called after me.
"Piper! Can I ask you for an akward favour?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Could you give Edo... a kiss from me?"
I did.
2009-12-18
2009-12-08
Potatoes, on the rocks
Yesterday was really long and tiring day for me. After 15 hours of studying, working, running around town, meeting people and working some more I was finally dragging my leaden feet on our shady home alley.
Seeing as we are so many in the house, we've come up with a system for shared meals. On most evenings one of us is making dinner for everyone in the house who wants to participate. Some of us have small kitchens of our own, but the house also has one big main kitchen. We put a list up there on the big kitchen wall where people can announce when they're making dinner and others can sign up for that. The system is terrific, and on super busy days it's such a boon to come home to a warm meal.
I could smell the food all the way from the porch. My mouth filled up with saliva and my stomach wailed loudly, like a baby vulture calling for the attention of its mother, who's just about to vomit the lunch into the baby's open and eager mouth.
Roasted potatoes. Spread out on the porch, some of them inside the pan, some of them all around it. Still warm.
Inside, David, one of the guys from downstairs, and Bethany, the slender dark-haired single mom, yelling at each other like it's doomsday. Beth calling David names and David threatening to throw all of Bethany's stuff outside. It turned out that David had been about to start cooking today's shared meal, apparently not in the best of moods, and Bethany had been selfishly occupying the best spot on the stove for making pancakes for her and her son. David had told her to get her pancakes out of the way or he'd do the favor for her. Beth had told him to shove it, one thing led to another and suddenly there were burns on little Seth's left hand from the hot pan.
Mommy instincts got the better of Bethany, and after bandaging scared little Seth's hand and putting him to bed she stormed back into the kitchen and, with a mighty gesture, flung the hot, roasted, spicy, tasty, delicious potatoes out on the cold cement porch. More yelling and general craziness ensued.
I love living with people. You never need come home to a cold, empty, boring house. Something is always going on!
Seeing as we are so many in the house, we've come up with a system for shared meals. On most evenings one of us is making dinner for everyone in the house who wants to participate. Some of us have small kitchens of our own, but the house also has one big main kitchen. We put a list up there on the big kitchen wall where people can announce when they're making dinner and others can sign up for that. The system is terrific, and on super busy days it's such a boon to come home to a warm meal.
I could smell the food all the way from the porch. My mouth filled up with saliva and my stomach wailed loudly, like a baby vulture calling for the attention of its mother, who's just about to vomit the lunch into the baby's open and eager mouth.
Roasted potatoes. Spread out on the porch, some of them inside the pan, some of them all around it. Still warm.
Inside, David, one of the guys from downstairs, and Bethany, the slender dark-haired single mom, yelling at each other like it's doomsday. Beth calling David names and David threatening to throw all of Bethany's stuff outside. It turned out that David had been about to start cooking today's shared meal, apparently not in the best of moods, and Bethany had been selfishly occupying the best spot on the stove for making pancakes for her and her son. David had told her to get her pancakes out of the way or he'd do the favor for her. Beth had told him to shove it, one thing led to another and suddenly there were burns on little Seth's left hand from the hot pan.
Mommy instincts got the better of Bethany, and after bandaging scared little Seth's hand and putting him to bed she stormed back into the kitchen and, with a mighty gesture, flung the hot, roasted, spicy, tasty, delicious potatoes out on the cold cement porch. More yelling and general craziness ensued.
I love living with people. You never need come home to a cold, empty, boring house. Something is always going on!
2009-12-02
In the beginning, there were breasts
My roommate has an incredible body. She's curvy and feminine, yet firm and athletic. She has "an ass to die for", like my ex-boyfriend put it, and her bottom really is like a peach in every respect known to me. Her waist is tiny and inviting, her hands delicate and freakishly strong, her skin soft like a baby's.
But the best/worst part of it are her boobs. They are absolutely perfect. Just imagine, for a moment, the most perfect pair of breasts you ever saw. Up the imagination a little, add a dosage of juice and some magic, make it real and there - you have Stella's eye-catchers.
She is also a terribly lovable person and one of my best friends.
We live in a strange little house, me and Stella - well, us and some other people, who I'll come back to later. But if Stella's boobs are magical, so is our house. It's like something out of a Harry Potter movie... kind of. Outside, it looks small, old, decrepit and poor. Walking past, you'd shake your head at the gross walls that lack the final paint / wood paneling / other decent surface, and maybe raise your eyebrows disdainfully at the overgrown yard where all kinds of strange junk peeks out from under the wild bushes. You'd think that the house looks like an old, sick person who has lost all sense of self-esteem and is crouching in on themselves, trying to become ever so small and invisible.
Checking out the size of the house, you'd imagine there are around two bedrooms, one in which the walls are probably peeling off and the other one rather recently renovated; a kitchen, old as hell, and some kind of a living room that maybe has more windows than the street-side rooms, which seem to have a total of one tiny slit in the wall for that purpose. You'd walk on by, grateful for your own central-heated proper block-house apartment.
So it's ugly on the outside. On the inside, however, the house turns out to be quite the abandoned mansion. We don't even know all the people living in the house, since the landlord has wisely split the house into smaller aparments by makeshift walls, sealed doors and such. Me and Stella share the street-side bedroom, which actually has also a normal-sized window, but it's currently covered with all kinds of junk that some residents have piled onto a heap there. Our room is not very big, so we are getting used to being very close to each other a lot of the time. It's very cozy and nice.
But today, I couldn't stand it any longer. I took a bus to the city center and walked to the health food store on the far edge of the plaza. I bought several months' supply of breast enlargement pills.
Natural breast enlargement. Herbs and stuff. Mostly herbs.
But the best/worst part of it are her boobs. They are absolutely perfect. Just imagine, for a moment, the most perfect pair of breasts you ever saw. Up the imagination a little, add a dosage of juice and some magic, make it real and there - you have Stella's eye-catchers.
She is also a terribly lovable person and one of my best friends.
We live in a strange little house, me and Stella - well, us and some other people, who I'll come back to later. But if Stella's boobs are magical, so is our house. It's like something out of a Harry Potter movie... kind of. Outside, it looks small, old, decrepit and poor. Walking past, you'd shake your head at the gross walls that lack the final paint / wood paneling / other decent surface, and maybe raise your eyebrows disdainfully at the overgrown yard where all kinds of strange junk peeks out from under the wild bushes. You'd think that the house looks like an old, sick person who has lost all sense of self-esteem and is crouching in on themselves, trying to become ever so small and invisible.
Checking out the size of the house, you'd imagine there are around two bedrooms, one in which the walls are probably peeling off and the other one rather recently renovated; a kitchen, old as hell, and some kind of a living room that maybe has more windows than the street-side rooms, which seem to have a total of one tiny slit in the wall for that purpose. You'd walk on by, grateful for your own central-heated proper block-house apartment.
So it's ugly on the outside. On the inside, however, the house turns out to be quite the abandoned mansion. We don't even know all the people living in the house, since the landlord has wisely split the house into smaller aparments by makeshift walls, sealed doors and such. Me and Stella share the street-side bedroom, which actually has also a normal-sized window, but it's currently covered with all kinds of junk that some residents have piled onto a heap there. Our room is not very big, so we are getting used to being very close to each other a lot of the time. It's very cozy and nice.
But today, I couldn't stand it any longer. I took a bus to the city center and walked to the health food store on the far edge of the plaza. I bought several months' supply of breast enlargement pills.
Natural breast enlargement. Herbs and stuff. Mostly herbs.
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