I've been incredibly busy, what with school starting again and Mark and all of that stuff.
So how is Mark? He's great. He's wonderful. He reallly seems to like me. I like him a lot, too, but I'm not sure I feel very much chemistry toward him. I mean, it's like his personality complements mine perfectly, and there aren't any flaws to make him interesting. A person's flaws are the most important part of their personality, I think, and I honestly can't find his. I guess he's probably just trying to woo me before he starts busting out the weird stuff, but I really wish he'd start soon so I can figure out if things'll work.
I think I've been doing a relatively decent job of acting normal around him, too, but I'm sure my behavior hasn't been nearly as good as his. It makes me wonder why he's still single.
Anyway, we went out Saturday night to see the New Pornographers, which was really cool. I'm happy to have found someone who'll go to shows with me, since most of my friends only listen to crappy hiphop stuff.
I had a really great time, though. The music rocked, and he was looking so handsome and being so nice. He's really gentlemanly when it comes to holding doors and stuff, but manages to do it in such a way that I don't feel like I'm setting feminism back fifty years.
After the show, we drove around and talked. He found out that I'd never been to a certain beach area a little south of the city (in fact, I still have only a vague idea of where it actually is), and insisted on driving me out there. It sounds so trite and cliche, but we totally just sat there and talked and looked at the stars and stuff.
Oh, and we made out. A lot.
Mark's such a great kisser. His mouth is really soft but firm at the same time, and he always tastes really good. And, oh, his hands. All strong and lean and running through my hair. Mmmm.
He found my spot. Seriously, any kind of kissing or sucking on my earlobes or neck really gets me worked up, and I guess that was obvious because he spent a long time there, until I was basically writhing against the seat. Once he had me to the point where I couldn't take it anymore, he started kissing my mouth again, and after softly asking permission, began unbuttoning my shirt.
He undid the buttons and spread the shirt open so that I was sitting there, turned toward him, with my breasts covered only by the sheer black bra I was wearing.
And oh, my nipples were so hard. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth on them. He lifted my breasts out of the top of the bra and paused a moment to look at them, saying something vague about wanting to photograph them someday. Then, he caressed them softly, paying attention to everything but the nipples, teasing me.
Soon he gave into my quiet moaning and tweaked them with his fingers, which only served to harden them further. He lowered his head a little and started sucking on my left nipple, swirling his tongue around it while continuing to play with the right one using his fingertips.
Things were heating up quickly and I could soon see an erection tucked away in his pants. I was really hesitant about doing anything, just because I felt sort of awkward about making a move.
As I was debating what I should do, another car pulled up near us, and the moment was effectively broken. He noticed the time and actually apologized for keeping me out so late. I buttoned my shirt hastily, he put the car into gear, and we left. It felt like high school all over again.
He insisted on walking me all the way to my door. Luckily, I'd just cleaned the day before, so there weren't any underwear or anything strewn about. Even better, the bitchy girl who lives down the hall saw me with him and now I feel cool because I am just that petty.
So anyway, we're supposed to get together for lunch or something sometime this week, which should be fun.