So what changed after me and Jamie officially got into a relationship? Not much in some ways and everything in others.
We had sex more, for one. Before we'd only really had sex on camera and that one time the day we both revealed our feelings.
Erm, those three times that day, I mean. Anyway -- now it was way more often.
We didn't really 'hang out' that much more though, at least not at first. This wasn't that surprising, really; the truth is we both had sucky jobs working shifts and more often than not they just didn't line up. Slowly that changed, however. We started having dinner together whenever we could, and of course we now spent the night with each other at least a few times a week.
The first time I was terrified. Funny, isn't it? We'd slept together, done stuff together -- heck we'd given blowjobs together; Jamie had watched me on my hands and knees getting stuffed by a guy and yet the first time Jamie asked if I wanted to stay at her place for the night my heart jumped.
We spent the evening in her sofa, sipping wine, talking and making out. It was nearly midnight when we both conceded we were tired and headed for bed. I had to go back to my place to get my toothbrush.
My first big shock was when I discovered Jamie liked to sleep in the nude. She didn't say anything when I got into my pyjamas, carefully folded my clothes and hung them over the back of a chair. She then stripped down to nothing, tossed her clothes on the floor and shimmied in under the covers and cuddled up next to me. She wrapped herself around me and before too long I found myself too warm. Reluctantly and more than a little awkwardly I stripped, too.
That night I discovered I loved being naked with her. The whole night we didn't have sex -- we were just there; together, naked. I felt her small but perky breasts against mine; her legs brushing up against me. Her breath on my neck and she dozed off to sleep. I held her a little tighter.
My girlfriend. My hot, naked girlfriend.
It was wonderful.
Well, at first it was.
Neither I or Jamie had a bed large enough for two, really. That first night and several nights after that were magic, but soon it grew into a little bit of a problem. Turns out I toss and turn a lot in my sleep, and Jamie is a total hog for the covers. It was adorable, I thought and Jamie agreed (I know, I know,
shut up
- we were both newly in love!) but we both also saw it was going to become a bit of a problem in the long run.
Truth was, we were just too cramped where we were. But it wasn't an easy fix. Yeah we were making good money from the website, but partly that was because we both paid very little in rent, at least comparatively. A two-bedroom apartment pretty close to downtown was easily an extra thousand dollars a month, and that was a huge chunk out of our income. And Jamie hadn't been kidding when she said taxes were a bitch.
What's that? Sounds like bullshit to you? Yeah alright fair, we were both a little scared of moving too quick, probably. At least I was. Truth is though, we lived about as cheap as was possible in Feltville - even getting the same sized apartment somewhere else would have been noticeably more expensive, never mind upgrading.
Jamie had also noticed how excited I was to be in a relationship, and she never missed an opportunity to tease or make me blush. She would pull me in close and kiss me out of the blue, whisper things to me when we were out in public to make me blush and above all else she would text me.
Oh god, the texts.
I would be busy at work and my phone would buzz:
