The Boyfriend's Birthday Present(s) II

Almost naked - I had put a bow over each breast and one between my legs – I came out of the bathroom. Walking casually towards the bed, I then crawled onto it, beside him, and asked what else he would like for his birthday. We have been together a while, meaning that I know him pretty well, so I did not really anticipate an answer. Instead, I began undoing his pants and asked, “Would you like a blowjob”. He was soft and I was actually kind of looking forward to this. I wanted the feeling of getting him hard inside of my mouth. It’s an interesting feeling taking something so soft between my lips and feeling it harden inside of my mouth. I wanted him to watch me, so I made sure to stay on my knees, kind of curled up into a ball beside him, with my hair pulled out of the way, and his head propped on a pillow. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He was clearly enjoying the visual. If I had any doubt about that, his hardening dick in my mouth made it obvious. We went on like this for a while. He was not making any efforts towards moving me, so I had an idea how this was going to end. Well, I thought resignedly, it was his birthday present after all. I took his dick out of my mouth just long enough to ask, “Did you want to cum in my mouth?” He nodded his head. I stopped because now I wanted a kiss first. Isn’t that just the way of it - Have a pretty girl blowing your dick and she wants to stop for a kiss. I crawled up towards him and gave him a deep kiss. “You’re going to actually have to tell me though”, I said playfully. He was being hesitant, so I simply stayed there beside him on my knees looking into his face, almost nose to nose. I think I even made a funny face. Finally, he said, “I want to cum in your mouth”. I started to move, and then decided to be cruel. “Did you want me to swallow too?” I swear that I heard him groan. Hesitantly, he said, “Rachel, I want to finish in your mouth and I want you to swallow me”. Smiling, I returned to sucking his dick. I moved myself around a bit so I could look up better into his eyes. I do not know, I just wanted to see his face when he came in me. Using my hand as well, I bobbed up and down his length. The pre-cum was my first indication, but his moaning soon spurred me on to go faster. I imagined his putting his hands into my hair and taking over. I never took my eyes off of his which were radar locked onto mine as well. “Cum in my mouth baby, I want to swallow you, I need to swallow you”. A little bit later, a gallon of cum spurted into my mouth, then again, and several more times after that. He closed his eyes after the first explosion. I never closed mine. His entire face seemed so excited and relaxed at the same time.

The Boyfriend's Birthday Present(s)

The Boyfriend rarely makes a clear request about wanting anything special, so when he said he wanted to go away for his birthday, I was stunned speechless. And, to be honest, I believe I was of mixed minds about it; I wanted him to have his wish and, at the same time, I did not really want to go. When the police called to tell me that my parents had been in an accident, we were out the door and on our way to the hospital in moments. It was probably the longest drive of my life. I think it was sometime in the middle of the night when I realized that we were supposed to have been leaving for his birthday trip the next day. And then my emotions came pouring out. I cried to him about our not being able to go, but he was a champ about the whole thing. When the world returned to normal, taking him on his trip was my first order of business. I am not trying to say I make any sense, just describing the craziness in my head.

I made arrangements for a Friday and Saturday night getaway. I really could not tell you if he was excited about his long delayed birthday wish, but I can tell you that I was excited just to be getting out of town and away from everything. When we arrived, I was not surprised to find him more interested in what television stations we got than he was in getting laid. This was not my first rodeo. I have gone away for the weekend before with past boyfriends and most were eager to get me out of my pants within seconds of getting to the room. They usually tried to be romantic and casual about it, like I could not see what was coming next. Harley was possibly the most to the point – that’s the kind of man he was though – he just started undoing my pants and pulling off my blouse. But, please do not misunderstand me; if I was going away with someone, then I was okay with it all. It is just interesting how each man went about it. But, this is the Boyfriend we are talking about. Instead of getting me onto the bed, he sprawled himself out on the bed and began surfing the television.

I am sure that I must have sighed silently.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up. I also got totally naked. I debated for a bit about whether to come out in just my bra and panties, or just my panties, because I always thought a little bit of clothing was sexier. After staring at myself way too long in the mirror, I finally voted for just plain naked. Almost naked - I put a bow over each breast and one between my legs.

Leaving the bathroom, I crawled onto the bed onto my knees and asked him what else he would like for his birthday.

I am learning that most people prefer short blog entries. I am going to try, but if you knew me, then you would know how hard this will be for me. I am just not good at that. This trip did get a bit long and involved – in a good way - so I will break it up into sections.

Coming Back

Hey there,

God has a funny way of letting you know, when you think you are really busy, just ‘how busy’ you really aren’t and, when you think you are stressed out, just how little stress you really do have. Just before I last disappeared, I was complaining – okay, I was whining – about being pulled into too many different directions and to being way over-stressed. A very short time later, I was considering those the good ole days and wishing for them back.

Mom and Dad were in a car accident in another city; a drunk driver T-Boned them at an intersection. They were okay. Well, they survived. The car was totaled. Fortunately, my Dad is old school and has always insisted on driving land yachts. Mom was bruised and cut up, but mostly okay. Dad was a different matter; his hip was busted, his ankle was broken, he had cuts everywhere to the degree that they sometimes are still pulling glass out of him. He was on a ventilator for a little while too. I guess that was when I thought he might die. A few days later, one of the few times she agreed to go home for a little while, Mom had a heart attack. She's okay . . . now. For a while there, I had Mom and Dad each in a different city in different hospitals. Different rehabs, therapy schedules, it went on like this for a long time. Please understand that I am not complaining - I hope it does not sound like I am whining - because they were the ones hurt and I am just grateful they survived everything. They are both at home now and their lives seem to be returning to normal. Anyway, that's where I have been.

Things remain about the same in my life. The Boyfriend was a great help during all of this. However, he remains pretty much as affectionate and caring as he always has been which is to say barely at all. We finally took that birthday weekend trip he had wanted. The weekend we were supposed to go away for his birthday was the same weekend my parents had their accident, so of course it was postponed. I think I am going to try to write about that weekend trip next. It certainly did have its surprises. Things have become strained with Wide Load. Some days, between us, it feels like it always did. Some days, we seem to be in different worlds. We have had some moments, good and bad, about which I will write as well.

Rachel