Last night I stayed at Canada boy's place. In his bed, to be precise. Well...
Not like you think!
We are FRIENDS, remember!? Who snog occasionally... We didn't last night though, that would have been too weird... Also I had my period...
It was a fun night, after college I went to Camden boy's bar with two girls from my course, we had a total riot and ended up spilling red wine, twice.
Camden joined us for a late lunch (I had mussles) and was his usual sweet-and-hyper self. Actually he's on lithium because of his history of manic depression, I am curious to find out more about that.
He was pleasantly surprised to see me and sent me a really nice text today about my smile brightening up his double shift.
Once he'd gone back to work and the girls and I got a bit drunk, we talked about sex (of course) and different nationalities.
One of the girls was off speeddating that night (no idea if she managed to impress any guys, pissed as she was), so we left the bar eventually- but it was still kind of early, so I bagged myself a dinner invite to Canada Boy's new flat in Notting Hill.
A friend of his (Blondie boy) who's between houses was there too, as was his flatmate- but the flat is tiny, not joking!
His bedroom is literally twice the size of my wardrobe, and he pays more rent, too. Also it was freezing which I didn't discover until later.
A friend of the flatmate and a guy Canada's ex had pulled a few weeks earlier joined us too, and we all squeezed into the friend's car to go to a birthday party. Now that was fun, me draped across the back seat over three cute guys' laps, one of whom I'd only just met!:D
We couldn't stop giggling and I got paranoid that Canada would try to film up my skirt with his camera phone, naughty!
Fortunately we managed to get to the party without being stopped by police, and I danced like a derwish with my three cute boys and some foxy females until I discovered that my phone was missing.
I was planning to text my unhappily single flat mate that she was missing out on some dishy blokes- and my phone was nowhere to be found!
Canada's Flatmate managed to put my mind at ease however when she told me she'd seen a phone on her kitchen table (duh- why didn't she mention that as we were leaving the flat!?), so I continued to enjoy dancing, drinking and talking to random posh boys in polo waistcoats called Benedict and Robin.
When the venue closed, Canada, his flatmate and her friend decided to go to another party, Ex-shag-boy had managed to pull a brunette with a bouncy cleavage (much to my annoyance- I liked his dancing and Blondie wouldn't be persuaded to boogie with me however hard I tried), so it was up to me and Blondie to return to the flat together in order to retrieve my phone.
I was tipsy enough not to mind the long walk and it was too freezing to wait at the bus stop, so we had a nice flirty chat on the way.
And sure enough once we got back to the flat, there was my phone patiently waiting on the table. I made up my mind to stay- it was 2am and I didn't fancy the 2-hour journey home (nightbus nightmares, no thanks)- so I put on one of Canada's track suits and cuddled into his sheets.
Blondie was sleeping on the living room sofa, and the flirty atmosphere had somewhat dispersed so I was happy to have somewhere to crash. I text Canada that I'd be sleeping in his bed and he rolled in a little later- high on dope and two lines of coke. Apparently he hadn't found the other party and instead ended up doing drugs with some other random people in their flat.
he cuddled up to me immediately, but I found it hard to get comfortable. He fidgeted like crazy (the drugs!) and the single-glazed window was so draughty, it felt like there was a permanent breeze straight out the freezer in the room.
All in all it was nice though feeling his body heat close, he smelt good and I felt comfortable and safe.
In the morning, I got a few definite pokes from a cheeky morning horn.
Funnily enough he seemed to be asleep, but he kept pulling me close and I could feel his erection. Not a bad size I must say, but I resisted the temptation to reach out and touch it.
At one point he'd pulled my leg across his crotch, and I could feel his hardness pulsing against the inside of my thigh, very erotic...
After a while of being unable to get back to sleep (the curtains were moving in the breeze, it was soo cold!) I got up and made us all some tea.
Thankfully my underwear -which I'd washed with shampoo the night before- had dried (despite the sub-zero temperatures, the radiator was actually ON) and we all had showers, listened to some music, read yesterday's paper and ate porridge.
Blondie had to work, but Canada and I had a nice walk across the afternoon remains of Portobello market, and then went to the cinema.