The Details

9 Jul

A few of you have asked for details from the Saturday night “festivities”. I’ll provide you with the short and sweet version, and the longer much less sweet version.  Please enjoy. . .

Short and Sweet

We were both drunk, we started hooking up at the bar and moved it over to my room. I served him up a Bartles & Jaymes, he reciprocated. We hit it and it was superb. Sadly, there was no cookie. He slept over, I kicked him out at 8:30. We met up with friends for brunch around noon. Said our goodbyes shortly thereafter, and the story ends there.

Long and Dirty

It’s been a few months since I last saw Notebook as he’s moved to another state. Somehow, he talked me into picking him up at the airport. We met at the terminal, and my God, that boy has a sweet ass body. He was wearing a polo shirt that hugged him in all the right places. Yummy! I was hoping beyond hope that we’d end up hooking up at some point, but was pretty sure that it wasn’t going to happen. We drove to the hotel, ran into the groomsmen and groom, met up with some friends, grabbed a bite to eat and then checked into our rooms. We had about ½ an hour to get ready and report back to the lobby for the shuttle that would take us to the wedding location.

Fast forward 30 minutes, we’re all back in the lobby. The wedding was held in this gorgeous Hunt club out in the country, and I was pleasantly surprised to see a lot of old people. This meant one thing: there were less eligible bachelorettes available to him. Unfortunately, it also meant that there would be less options for me if things didn’t pan out with Notebook. We sat together through the service (which was the most beautiful ceremony I’ve ever seen), attended the cocktail hour and then went to our table.Much to my chagrin, I realized that there were 3 other ladies sitting at our table. I was clever in my seating arrangement as I had him sit between me and our guy friend that was there-less access to the bachelorettes. When they came to the table, I realized it was all for nothing-not cute. Reception was a great time, the alcohol flowed freely, there was plenty of flirting, and zero opportunity for him to flirt with anyone else. There was, however, plenty of opportunity for me to make friends with the tall, dark, and handsome groomsman from New York.

New York was handsome, and I was warned about him. The best man and the groom himself told me he was a dog. Guess what? Dogs work pretty well for a hook up, especially ones that are as tall, dark, and handsome as New York was. Things seemed to be working out pretty well, and I took it as a good sign when the wedding party left before we did, and New York told me he’d meet me back at the hotel bar. This led me to believe that I had acquired my target for the evening.

Fast forward 30 minutes, we’re all at the bar. Some people have changed, I’m still in my kick ass dress and my gorgeous heals. I kept going back and forth between New York and Notebook. As I began complaining about how painful my shoes were, New York suggested that I run back to my room to change my shoes. My room was conveniently located down the hall from the bar-I didn’t even have to bother with the elevator. Ran to my room, ran back, handed my room key to Notebook as I had left my purse in my room, New York bought me a drink, we flirted some, then New York excused himself to run to the men’s room. At this point, I went to talk to Notebook who was sitting at the bar. He said, “come here,” grabbed the back of my head, and we started making out at the bar. Klassy. Somewhere in the back of my mind it occurred to me that New York would probably not want to hook up with me if he saw me making out with Notebook at the bar. Drunken thoughts are funny to me.

As last call had occurred, the lights had been turned on, and management had decided it was time for us to leave, Notebook was kind enough to escort me back to my room. How very convenient that he had my room key (god I’m so smart and clever sometimes). We went into the room, I turned on the lamp next to the bed, sat on the king sized bed, and he sat down next to me. We started to snog some more. Suddenly, we were horizontal.

For about 30 seconds I questioned how far I was going to let him get. Then I thought, “Fuck it. Why not just go all the way?” My dress was soon lifted, lowered and crushed between us. He had a belt that required in-depth training to figure out how to remove. He was down to nothing in about a half an hour. I was down to almost nothing shortly thereafter. I provided a synopsis of events in the Short and Sweet version, all two of you that were interested in knowing what happened will have to be satisfied with that.

We hooked up 2 years ago and I had thought that he’d be a good shag. That’s an understatement. He was superb. Why? God only knows. I think it’s a combination of factors: he’s smoking hot, we have great chemistry, he knows what he’s doing and I had wanted him for a long time. Granted, sometimes that leads to disappointment, but not in this case-he far exceeded my expectations.

After it was all said and done with, I planned on kicking him out of my room. I’m not the type that likes to have sleepovers with hook ups. For me, it’s much easier to establish boundaries when we don’t snuggle up afterwards. My usual way of getting them to get dressed and go home is by using this wonderful line: I’ll be asleep by the time that you get home. They usually get the message, and call it a night. Unfortunately, this didn’t work out on Saturday. When I came out of the bathroom, he was already tucked in under the covers. Damn him! I sucked it up and let him sleep in the bed with me.

I woke a few times and was so delighted with myself when I turned to see his naked form sleeping next to me. Truly a beautiful site to behold. Seriously, he has a kick ass body. Kick ass. Ugh, I’m so proud of myself for getting to see it in all it’s glory. Go me!! I woke up at 6:30 with a crushing headache and my stomach churning. Went back to sleep until 7:00. I started rolling around in the bed and sighing out loud in hopes that he’d wake up and leave. It didn’t work. I got up to take a shower at 8:00 and prayed that I wouldn’t get sick while he was room. I woke his ass up around 8:15 and told him that if he wanted to sleep anymore, he’d have to go up to his room. He left. 20 minutes later, I puked. So hot. . .Thank freaking god that he wasn’t there for that. THANK GOD!!

We met up for brunch at noon with our other friends. I mentioned nothing to them, and figured he would do the same. He started asking me questions that I figured they would find suspicious: What did you do after I left? Did you go back to sleep? Guess we weren’t keeping it a secret like I thought we would. Oh well. When it was time to go, he walked me to my car, kissed me, and we said good bye.

I guarantee that I will never see him again, and if I do, there will never be any mention of Saturday night. I’m okay with that. I’m just wicked super psyched and pleased that I finally got to see him naked and it was everything that I imagined and hoped it would be.

Go me!

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8 Responses to “The Details”

  1. Cinnkitty July 10, 2007 at 12:25 am #

    As I was reading this I had a Star Wars moment “Stay on target….almost there…stay on target…” hee..hee…

    Girl…what can I say? Um…Go You! 😉

    But you know.. you’ve broken the seal now…and Notebook is far, far away once more. What happens if you start to jones for a little bit more spectacular snoggin’?

  2. Foxy Luv July 10, 2007 at 2:30 am #

    Yeah for you, you dirty, dirty girl! I applaud you for keeping your options (NY vs. NB) open until the bitter end. Fan-freaking-tastic! Hookin up with a super hot guy who ends up “having the goods” is a great night. And he didn’t even have to hold your hair while you puked – always awkward in my experience. Its like a fairy tale…emphasis on the tail! SNAP!

  3. I'm Not Carrie Bradshaw July 10, 2007 at 3:37 am #

    AWESOME! I love drunken wedding hook-ups! Those stupid things have to be good for us Singeltons somehow! I think this might be more exciting than the Real World Reunited finale this week. Is that wrong?

  4. Step Right Up July 10, 2007 at 3:54 am #

    I think it makes the story that much richer if you never do hook up again.

  5. phishez_rule July 10, 2007 at 5:15 am #

    There’s nothing about that story I didn’t like. Sex with a hot guy. Been there. Done that. Its fantastic. And the ending – you’ll have cravings but they’re still so worth it.

  6. Catherinette Singleton July 10, 2007 at 12:03 pm #

    Cinnkitty: I hate the Jones that always seems to happen afterwards. Thankfully, at the moment I’m still too tired to think about it. Geez, you’d think that after 2 nights I wouldn’t be so tired anymore. Need more sleep.

    Foxy Luv: You said it sister. And you’ve seen how might fine he is. Ugh, so hot.

    I’m Not Carrie Bradshaw: The only reason that I find it more exciting is because I got to touch a hot man, that beats the Real World any day of the week!

    Step Right Up: I agree with you!

    Phishez_Rule: It’s totally worth it. Now, had he been a lousy lay, then I might disagree with you on that, but he was not.

  7. The Ambiguous Blob July 10, 2007 at 11:09 pm #

    This is a truly eautiful story. It almost brought a tear to my eye. Thank the gods for hot men who put out.

  8. Foxy Luv July 10, 2007 at 11:55 pm #

    And he is seriously a hotty. I haven’t had the up close and personal nudie nuderton confrimation that our girl Cath has had. But with his clothes on – he is yummy – lick the spoon yummy.

    Did I mention the yumminess?

    Mmmmmmmm….

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