FB to a BF in the blink of an eye (Pt. 2)

In December I posted how he had gone from FB to BF in the blink of an eye, well that isn't all...just as seemlessly, he went from BF to being someone I truly care for...WTF!?!?

FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!

We had nights when we slept together and actually slept.
We had nights when we cuddled and I don't frickin' cuddle.
We had nights when we talked, shared and had real intimacy.
We were burgeoning on a real relationship...we began spending time vertically, with friends and out of the house.

Just as we were about to do this thing...for real...the rug got pulled from under us. He had to move 500 miles away for a job. And this is when it hit me, I really care for this man, and I want him in my life.

The sex was off-the-chain. His dick and my pussy just matched. He wasn't too big or too small; he had the right rhythm and he liked different positions. He enjoyed my orgasms more than his own, and he liked watching and assisting me with my toys.

He is a renaissance man. He has a master's degree in software engineering; he is an award winning restaurant manager and chef and he is a gifted musician and song writer. He dug the fact I'm a ballroom dancer, and he's truly turned-on with my knowledge of football.

He is fun. He likes to drink, party, hang out and chill at home. He enjoys listening to classical music and bumping & grinding to Ludacris. He has a nice sense of humor and laughs at my silliness. He is easy-going and gets along with my friends.

FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!

I miss him, and the good news is, he misses me. I'm not on this cliff alone.

I have no fucking clue how this happened...we were just supposed to be FBs.

From a FB to a BF in the blink of an eye

We spent a lot of time horizontal. I knew what he liked me do, how he wanted me to do it and where he wanted me to do it. He was a great FB (fuck buddy), there were no complications, no expectations, just good fucking. Then things started to change.

One evening he came over earlier than usual and we talked. We sat in the living room and had a conversation. I was freaking out on the inside! I didn't wanna talk. I knew where that could lead
--> more talking
--> getting to know each other
--> "liking" each other
--> ending with us in a relationship.
I wasn't having it. All I wanted was a steady FB...was that too fucking much to ask!!!!

Needless to say, we kept talking and one night as we humped along, he said it, "yeah baby, this is MY pussy," and he said it over and over. Kiss my ass.

So as not spoil the mood, I asked, "who's dick is it?" and without hesitating, he replied, "its YOUR dick baby." Of course it is.

Shit, once folks start naming and claiming pussy/dick, its all over.

So, during our post-climax pillow talk, my worst fears were realized:

Me.: so we're namin' & claimin' things now?"
Him: yeah
Me: really, so we rollin' like that now? we're gonna do this?
Him: yeah we are

How the hell did that happen? Where had I been during the last four months?

He moved from an FB to a BF and I have no idea how he did it.