I’ve been seeing Mr. Firefighter a little more often than usual, which of course makes me happy. Up until now, our relationship has been very straightforward, almost transactional. For two years, since the day I met him, I’d never even seen him outside my apartment. He arrives, we have a great time, he stays over or doesn’t, thanks.
But then once or twice recently he texted ahead of time, actually made arrangements in advance to stay over. Okay, that was cool. and then, a week or so ago, he got to the neighborhood before I did and went down to the corner bar to have a drink. When I got here, he sent a couple flirty texts and then offered to have me come meet him there. What? well, okay, I put my panties on and hopped on down there. We had a couple of beers, talked, and then came home and fucked. It was almost like… a date. It was nice.
And he texted me merry christmas.
Maybe nothing’s changed, maybe this is just an acknowledgement that we’re grownups and we like each other’s company in addition to fucking. But yeah, I like it.