School girl bliss. Giggling, stupid, school girl bliss. New Year's eve was very nice. Gary got here earlier than I expected. I started laundry late and he got here when I was about to throw my stuff in the dryer. Hmmm, so I guess he came at the right time to help me fold. Folding laundry, sexy, eh.

We didn't do much. Ordered pizza, made out, went down to basement for clotehs, made out in elevator. We both call the other a bad influence since our clothes seem to always end up coming off. Fooled around on my unmade bed. Sheets all crumpled. Stopped and said we shouldn't since the delivery guy would be here soon.

Decided to wait in the passage outside my room, near the front door. Started kissing. Heavier. My back against the wall. White tshirt rolling up my stomach. Red running pants undone and around my ankles. White boxerbriefs, same. Gary's jeans, around ankles. My legs around his waist. Smiling. Smirking. Giggling. Kissing. Touching. Sucking. Moaning. My fingers sinking into his back. Gary, hard between my legs. Thrusting. My back arching against the wall. Gary's tongue, lips, mouth on my nipple. Biting my bottom lip. Whispering his name. Eyes closed. Stop.

Another trip to my room was interrupted by the buzzer. Delivery guy. We ate and just lounged around. Every now and then tearing at each others clothes. Ten minutes to midnight we went outside and watched the Times Square fireworks and some we didn't expect to see further uptown. And some pretty weak ones downtown. We joked that some drag queen was probably lighting those and kept running scared. They were nice to see though and with all the cheering from people in the neighborhood, Gary pulled me into him, said 'Happy new year' and kissed me. We came back home soon after.

In the midst of fooling around, we both agreed that we need to have real sex very soon. I can't help but whisper, "I want you inside me, Gary" when we're fooling around. I really want it. And it's not rushing. I mean ....we've been dating over three months. It ...is ...time. And it's definitely not one-sided. He wants to be inside me. We just need to actually do it. He forgets to bring condoms with him. I don't buy. I've never bought condoms. So we agreed that the next time I go to his place we're going to fuck. We kissed some more and then he looked at me, smiled and said, "I couldn't 'fuck' you. I want to make love to you." That's what I want too. I think we may have gone past 'fuck' stage right from the first night together.

He left a little early this morning for work. Not a bad way for either of us to start a new year, waking up together.