Cant Say I Didnt Try Pt 3b

as promised, maybe not at home but im at work again and i am BOOOOORRRRRREEEEEED!
so as it goes 3a was 1st tym at his, 3b is first time at mine... oh the joy...hehehe

first off, i live in a COMPLETELY different area to yanx, he lives in east london, and i live on the west side!! ask any1 there is a big difference and not just on gang rivallry.. in the morning i listen to the kensington birds singing, and in the morning he listens to....GUN SHOTS!

so im on the fone to him, he is on his way dwn, he took a train and u can only call at certain times cos of bad reception......but bcos i managed to call him i know he's near....
'yeh so babygirl where do i get off.....'
'i'll meet you at Grove station, i'll b at the bottom of the steps'

now where i live is somewhat of a ghetto in the posh ends of London.....i get to the station...all nervous and shit, just waiting for that train to hit home, and i c my friend sitting down outside d station (my tramp friend) so u kno usual small talk....then i c yanx coming dwn the stairs....i smile, he smiles....puts his arm around my shoulder and as we walk off 'my friend' yells, you better take care of her, she's a lovely girl.......
lovely huh, just lovely, now yanx thinks my mates are tramps! regardless.....this dude still looking at me like i shit out gold! hmmmm.

anyway the walk to my yard frm the station is about 5mins, and the whole time im thinking, daym whats my mama gona say i only told her im going shop, now it looks like i went shop and bought myself one fine ass black man! i really didn't know how she would take it.....i've mentioned him to my mum like 1nce b4 now.......ooops.
so we get in, and i pop my head round the door of the living room, 'hi ma, yankees here' and she gives me those eyes, u know them eyes that could make you break out in cold sweats....
b4 she could say anything yankee walks in the living room, 'goodevening, lovely to meet you' kisses her on both cheeks than shakes my mums bf's hand.
i could tell my mum was like daym....cos she sat there with some cheesy grin on her face!

so we head on into my room, i wanted 2 c his reaction about my room, cos bloody hell it is 1 buff room...
burgandyish walls and ceiling, spotlight dimmers, round bed, satin curtains (same colour as the walls)and a 32inch plasma.

but i didnt get much of a reaction.

so the night went on, we talked, we joked, we laughed, we did have abit to drink, only a lil bit....
boy does JD n Coke make me sleepy, so he puts on a film... PulpFiction
i've never seen it b4 but apperently its good, so we're lying on my bed he's holding me, one arm under my head and the other around my tummy......but we made sure all hands were over the covers cos we both made it clear, none of THAT tonight init. kooooooooooollllll,
and yeh the warmth of his body so close to me, made me knock out.
i mean i woke up about 4tyms, and that bloody film was still playing....how long is that film??

anyway typically i wake up when the film is over.......half alseep and boy dnt know what he was thinking while i was knock out but this guy was jus ready and rearing to go......

things lead onto things... but how i was wishing the Pulpfiction theme song wasn't playing in the background!

that night was amazing, AND amazingly painful at the same time.

brb w/ pt 4