And They're Off!

Within the first 3 of my 1001 days, I've already finished one goal, and started on several others.

First: I completed goal 51! I made D come! All by myself! *does the happy/slutty dance* Saturday night we went to a Drive-in movie (actually, one of the goals on his list. You can read about it here.). Triple feature-Up, The Proposal, and The Hangover. I was wearing a short green dress and we started getting frisky in the middle of Up. He had his hand down my panties and after drawing slow circles over my clit for probably 20 minutes I came quickly and quietly with my hands gripping the headrest. He got his during the Proposal, because a hand job is a little less surreptitious and we wanted to be sure most of the families with kids in their cars (or at least the ones near us) had left. So he pulled his cock out midway through the movie and we used a towel for 'privacy'. It took a lot less time than I expected--even when he does it himself. He said he thought it was the position (me sitting beside him, using my right hand), but I think it was because we were in semi-public. We've fooled around like that before (once in a bookstore, yum) and he always finishes quicker than usual. Afterwards, he had me lick my hand clean.

So that's my first completion. I don't think he would have come had we been alone, so that's another bridge to cross, but I'm still counting this one (and I'm still insanely proud of myself).

Second: I finished a book, so I consider goal 47 officially started. I almost felt like this one was cheating, since I started the book a few days ago, but D thought it should count, because the final count is books finished within the 1001 days. I'm not going to count one I finish in 1003 days, after all. The book is The Writing Class by Jincy Willet. Never heard of the author before, but I stumbled across it when I was at Border's a few weeks ago and finally went back and bought it last week. From the blurb:

Amy Gallup was a promising writer once--published and highly praised at twenty-two. It was all downhill from there, and now...she teaches a writing workshop at the local university extension. And this semester begins just the same as the others. But then there's a threatening phone call, followed by obscene threats worked into the students' peer evaluations. Then a murder--and everyone of the students is a suspect. The clues are hidden in their writing, and she (and we) can solve the murder only by looking more closely at each writer's attempts at fiction.

Murder mysteries are not usually my preferred genre, but I liked this one because it centered around a writing workshop. I have to say, the author's characterization of the 'typical' people who show up at a writing workshop was dead on (I run a writing workshop and I get stuff like that all the time). I really wish there was more 'detective work' done with the workshopper's stories, but over all it was a funny, quick, engaging read.

Third: Goal 66 is also underway. I've run into a sort of existential problem. So far it's only been twice, but each time I've told D I loved him he's pretty aware that I'm making a point to do it because of the list. I don't think he's bothered by it at all, but I worry that my daily "I love you" will start to feel wooden and staged. I'm probably over thinking things, but I need to be conscious of walking the fine line between purposeful and forced.