The rain pattered noisily on the velux windows above us this morning; above a replete pair recumbent in each others’ arms. I marvelled at how I welcomed Alexander’s embrace and felt nothing but a deep fondness for him at that moment. He had been attentive and enthusiastic in his efforts last night – so much so that a few slats under the bed had come apart and clattered to the floor when we were in mid-congress. Being not in the least distracted we carried on until he eventually climaxed. I couldn’t help thinking that it was a rather extended session and he apologised also for taking so long at it. It was then that I asked him whether, in the past few dates that we had had, he had taken anything to enhance his sexual performance. He said that he had but not last night. I was gratified later that morning that sans artifice, he succeeded in clearing two more hurdles with a little rest in between, before we finally got up.
Earlier the previous afternoon we’d had a date involving a walk on Hampstead Heath, getting caught in the rain on the way back to the car via a coffee stop. When we got back to mine, we had some wine and began preparations for the meal Alexander had promised to cook for me, and as it turned out, for the rest of the people at home too. Finishing a bottle of red between us, he at the stove and I as general kitchen helper, washing up and putting some music on in between chatting to him and anyone else who came into the kitchen, drawn by the lovely aroma of chorizo, chicken, paprika and mirepoix cooking, I was more than a little merry by the time we all, five of us sat down to dinner. I liked how easily he slipped into my weekend routine on this, his first meeting with some members of my family.
Knowing how close he was to his mother – he had once said that she was now like a good mate to him with the mere two decades between them, and her retaining a fairly youthful outlook – I’d asked him if he had mentioned me to her and what she thought of his dating me. He had previously told me that he thought we might get on as we seem to have similar ideas about relationships and independence. I was, of course, flattered at being compared favourably to someone who was significant to him. He hastened to add that she respected his choices and never sought to influence them directly. He said that she had admired the way I told him from the beginning about my non-monogamous lifestyle. This led to a discussion of his still tentative view of it, and a confession on my part that far from being an ethical slut, he was the only man I was currently seeing since Jan is far too busy with his gf and Ewan was so far away in the Highlands. I still retain my liberal belief that relationships should not be shackling whilst being quite content at the moment to date him exclusively. He was uncertain whether he might feel intense jealousy at the thought of me with another man but respected my lifestyle choice.
We each confessed to the increasing warm feelings we felt for one another, whilst establishing that we were comfortable with the boundaries we set out – respecting the time apart between dates, how unnecessary to be too needful of physical contact, the necessity of maintaining our own privacy and independence and so on.
I’m determined not to repeat past mistakes – of rushing ahead or making dates into the future – and so when we said our goodbyes at 11 this morning, we only made one tentative date for the middle of next week. He told me he had a footie event he was attending with his friend on Tuesday evening and I quite welcome the idea that I would regain more time for myself next week. He had asked me about the big five oh, when my birthday was on and whether I’d anything arranged. I was almost tempted to invite him to celebrate it with me but held back because it is still two months away and a lot could happen in that time. He seemed to appreciate this without my having to articulate my feelings on it, moreover he must be quite aware by now that I pretty much do things on an adhoc basis.