I had an interesting day yesterday as days with shyboy go. It means I'm possibly even furthur from getting laid than ever, but I'll explain that in a minute.
We watched some dvd's in the day... cuddled up on the couch. This seems to have become our activity of choice because I can't really afford to go out at the moment (bit of a money crisis.) He reached out and put his arms around me and I just thought "this is heavenly." I love being held by him, he makes me feel so safe and warm.
I kissed him between episodes of a show we were watching, and we got carried away and he ended up dragging me off upstairs to his bed. We spent a while making out again... it's crazily frustrating in a good way...he gets this wonderfully evident hard on and presses into me when he's kissing me, he ends up on top of me, and his hands roam all over my back, under my top, round my sides, stroking. He hasn't got up the courage to touch my breasts yet but he's getting there, his questing fingers reaching nearer each time. I can't wait til he finally does touch them. When we kiss and he pulls me close they squash between us, held so tight against his chest, it's wonderful. I just get so horny when he's kissing me like he has this huge hunger for me, and I know he wants to make love to me.
Anyway, after a bit we went downstairs and he cooked me dinner, and then I went out to meet my friend so me, shyboy, her and dramaboy (the new housemate) sat around and got very drunk together. We played games, generally had a laugh and talked all evening, and then we all walked my friend home. On the way there it started tipping it down and shyboy lent me his jacket, which was too big for me so I snuggled up inside it, and he didn't mind getting soaked in just a tshirt to keep me warm...I felt guilty but good.
We were all a bit drunk (shyboy knows Im a promiscuous drunk.) and Shyboy and I ended up telling Dramaboy the story of how we got together, the first time me and shyboy had heard the story from each others point of view as well, so I got a chance to explain some of my actions and visa versa. He said some really sweet things about how much he'd fancied me and things.
We ended up playing a computer game in shyboys room, and when dramaboy went to sleep me and shyboy stayed curled up on his bed, and sort of talked for hours. Now this isn't totally clear because I was a little drunk and so was he so not only were we making very little sense but also my memory is foggy today, after sleep, but some of the things we talked about were his worries.
Shyboy's worries:
1: He is worried that because I like sex, if he isn't ready I will get unhappy and sad about it and take it as an insult. He isn't ready yet, he wants to take things slowly, savour all these experiences, make sure it's special and perfect, and he dosent know when he'll be ready so he can't offer me any assurances in terms of time scale.
My answer to this:
I just basically told him that while sex is an important thing to me, and while I want to have sex with him quite a lot, I can wait, without getting unhappy, I can wait as long as he needs. I think I said forever, and he repeated it in a wondering voice, and said he was really touched that I cared so much about him.
I said that he knew I wanted it, so when he wants it, I'm ready.
2: He worries that sometimes he acts like a friend when he's meant to act like a boyfriend, and he wants to keep the two roles seperate and distinctly different. He wants to act like my boyfriend, not just my friend. For example, he worries that when he lent me some money the other day, I might only kiss him because Im grateful rather than because I genuinely like him, but as a friend, he couldnt stand by and not help me out.
My answer to this:
Frankly this one confused me. I think relationships should be based on friendship anyway. I just reassured him that if he's ever unsure about how to act or whatever, he can just talk to me about it. Or about anything.
3:
He worries that when he spends time with the computer I take offence. (how clever of him to notice!) He explained that playing computer games is for when he wants to relive stress and tension, when he wouldnt be in a very nice mood for company.
My answer to this:
I tried to understand this and I do think I understand it better now. I think if were having sex, that relives frustration too, but that's something he can only find out by trying it, and til then I guess I can accept that.
4: He worries he acts too "frigid" and dosent initiate enough physical contact.
My answer to this:
That I realise it's still very new for him, and that we can take things at his pace, but that I do like hugs and kisses a lot, but Im happy to be the one who takes more of the initative.
We also talked about the power balance in the relationship, and lot's of other things and he said some really sweet stuff about how he just gets comfort from knowing I'm nearby and he thinks I'm sort of a part of him, and when I'm happy he's happy, and we talked about jealousy and such (I made him jealous by talking about catboy 
) About six am we were both getting quiet and he fell asleep next to me, with his arms around me, so I dozed with him til 7am then got up and went to my own bed. Also, we didn't just talk, we did lot's more making out, more passionate than ever before which was why he was getting worried about the whole sex thing, I guess. I think I'v reassured him that while sleeping with him would be like, heaven, I'm really enjoying the passionate make out sessions on their own merit too. I guess there's no actual rush.
I supposed it's fair to say I'm either in love with him or damn close now. I also think it's fair to say it'll be a little while til we get onto the nookie. The thing is though, somehow the idea of having sex with someone I love, someone who has never been with anyone but me, is very appealing...the idea of waiting til it's perfect and right... it's nice. I mean obviously I'm frustrated too, and horny as hell, I want him soooooo bad. But I also like the idea that this, if anything is worth waiting for, that valuable things have to worked for. It isn't like he said we never would. He just said he wanted to take things slow, not rush. Until then I have my dirty thoughts, I guess, and the knowledge that with every passing day the significance of having sex with him increases. Now it's about more than just lust. It's about loving him so I want to please him with my body. It's about wanting to give him pleasure because I care. It's about wanting him to experience the best things in life. He said he does want to have sex with me more than he liked to admit. I think I make him lose control a bit, and I like it. I make a cautious scientist go wild.
But I can wait. And when it does happen, it'll be like the consumation of all I feel for him, and all he feels for me.