Mr. Brit, continued

After dance class, I go out with my gays. I thought I would text Brit not really thinking we were going to meet up. And guess what? He comes to hang out with me my gay harem. My gays think he's super cute, which gives me ammunition to flirt even more. I begin to notice how comfortable he is in any social situation. I love that, it means he is confident in who he is, even though he is sort of shy. We then walk towards the next bar (a gay bar, of course), and he offers me his arm. We walk arm-in-arm for about 5 blocks before he slides his my hand into his. I really like him. I ask him if he's OK going to a gay bar, he responds, "I'll only have eyes for one person there." I really really like him.

We all get more drinks at the bar and play a little pool. During each "break," Brit comes over to hug me. I'm starting to sense that this date is a lot more different than the other fuck dates. At some point in the night, Brit leans in for a kiss and we share sweet, tender kisses for the rest of the night. Around 3:00am, things are getting a little hot and heavy, so Brit takes me back to my place.

Back at the apartment, we rip each other's clothes off and I get to touch his toned body. Brit is smaller framed than the other guys I've been with, but he's compact. Has the body of a surfer/b-boy. Brit is sexy in bed, with his smooth motions and his accent. I can't get over the accent, I could hear him whisper in my ear for hours. We have sweet sex, not overwhelmingly fabulous, but good. I wouldn't call it fucking. It was more like making love. There I said it. Make love.

Brit and I lie in bed and he's stroking my hair. He says, "You look spectacular naked." Wow, words to make me wet. Way better than Brooklyn's "You have a pretty sick body" line. Brit then looks into my eyes and says, "I like you, a lot." I lean in for a kiss. Holy shit, what have a gotten myself into.

The next morning, we end up having sex all day with breaks in between of course. Brit keeps asking me what positions I like, what do I want, what can he do... I come twice. At one point during one of our breaks, Brit is stroking my hair again and says, "It's going to be hard not to get attached to you." Now say that line again with a sexy British accent.

Mr. Brit and I end up spending that following Sunday together...outdoors. We then go back to my apartment to bake cookies. I know, so domestic of me. I can't stop thinking about him, even when I'm with him. I keep stopping myself because this is not what's suppose to happen. I'm suppose to fuck them and leave them. Brit is nothing I'm looking for. He's younger, he's not financially stable, and his VISA could expire any day. But I haven't had anyone look at me the way he does in a really long time.

I guess I will just go with the flow...