Summer of my corruption, indeed

[Disclaimer: this could make for awkward reading for those of you who actually know me.]

You know that you've been blogging too much when you're lying awake next to a man after one of the most amazing nights of your life and you're thinking: What should my first sentence be?

This is going to make for a really good entry.

One thing to keep in mind while reading: the fact that I am one of the most reserved people to walk the earth. And, the events about to unfold may not be that exciting to most of you, bear in mind that my constant state of mild prudery makes this big news for me. I am no longer milquetoast.

I'll just start by saying that I didn't have sex (and I feel like I'm disapointing NDC somewhat by that fact).

The initial surprise of a very interesting evening came when I found myself on my neighbor's bathroom floor being thoroughly (and quite pleasantly) kissed and fondled by the brother of said neighbor, whom I had only met 2 days previous (the brother, not the neighbor). This man, henceforth known as NCSA, is one of the most amazing people I've ever met (i.e. talented, intelligent, funny, and absolutely gorgeous). However this does not excuse the fact that I'd only known him for 2 days and I was already allowing his hand to make a merry journey up my shirt.

Is there a reason that I've never let myself do any of this before?

Being discovered half naked in a bathroom is not an experience one will live down quickly.
After hastily dressing, I was accosted by Red, who grabbed my aside and asserted (in a voice that left no room for argument), "I'm staying the night at Zack's. You'd better bring [him] back to the apartment." And proceeded to threaten me in no uncertain terms that I was not to return without a disgusting amount of details. The Columbian had similar sentiments.
"You should let him touch your vagina," said she, adding later (with a humorous glint), "let him stick his man-meat in your cave."
These are the people I hang out with.

Pause for one trip to my apartment where I hastily cleaned up and changed into more suitable unmentionables.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch (and by ranch, I mean my apartment) things........progressed quite nicely. However. Just about anything that could possibly have gone wrong, did. My bed broke. As in collapsed. As in oh my god is this really happening why didn't I attach the footboard yet. I realized that I hadn't shaved my legs in three days (not that he seemed to mind). And in the middle of some serious activities my cat decides that our proceedings have been very interesting and wanted a closer look from the viewpoint of NCSA's back. Despite all this, we both highly enjoyed ourselves.

Mild feelings of guilt followed by thoughts of "you've gone and done something a bit slutty, Sparks" commensed soon after he left (and have since been at the back of my mind). He left this morning for back home (he was just visiting), which I've got mixed feelings about. Him leaving almost makes it seem like it didn't happen.

If you'd have told me that morning that by midnight I would get as close to sex as is humanly possible, I'd never have believed you.