“Goodnight daddy,” I said with a smile as I closed the door to my room. Even though I was nineteen I still lived with my parents though I didn’t mind. Life was pretty okay, especially since I had just met a guy that I was really interested in a few days ago. His name was Ryan and I had met him at my bedroom window a couple nights ago.
The story is actually a pretty funny one when I think of it, from the point of meeting him until now when I’ve been constantly talking to him. A couple of nights ago Me and my friend Alicia were drinking at my house when we decided we wanted to make French toast, sadly though we didn’t have any bread. So Alicia, the amazing person she is, decided to call this guy Zack she liked to bring us bread (I mean obviously we couldn’t drive after drinking, my dad had our keys). So since he couldn’t drive because he was too young he called his buddy Ryan and they brought us bread at 3:30 in the morning. Best moment of my life. The next night I had this crazy amazing sex dream about Ryan (note: I had never ever had a sex dream about anyone before him) and Alicia got him to start talking to me. Since then we’ve hung out a bit and talked a ton. I really, really like him and could even see myself having sex with him.
Tonight though he was in Ocean City with some friends, which is where he’s been for the past few days. I get to talk to him in a bit though since he said he would call tonight. For now though I had to just deal with texting him. I didn’t mind though it gave me some time to play. I could just entertain myself with my thoughts until Ryan called. Though trust me, I could definitely keep myself entertained for hours with thoughts of ryan.
A little bit passed while I laid in bed and texted Ryan when all of a sudden he asked me to send him a picture of myself.