Work has been kind of busy so I had to decline Eric’s invitation to hang out on Tuesday evening. We had a photo shoot for our Nantucket Cottage line that kept me in the showroom until 10:00 PM. I was in charge of making sure the lighting, props, styling, and background sent the perfect preppy and nautical message we were going for. Basically I was running around in my Gianvito Rossi pumps, yelling at anyone in my path and demanding more chai tea. Even though the Nantucket Cottage line was not my vision, Diana was counting on me to make it come to life. Plus The Devil Wears Prada is an inspirational movie for me.
Yesterday was Wednesday so Kendra and I went out for small plates, martinis and gossip. Since Preston had the night off, he decided to join us.
Kendra started telling us about the weekend trip she took with her boring boyfriend, John. John is doing his medical residency or whatever and is always busy. I know their lives sound super successful and promising but they have the most boring relationship on earth. Mostly because John doesn’t drink alcohol or go to bars or clubs, and rides his bike ten miles a day for “fun.” He’s weird. But Kendra seems to be in love with him and I can’t hate on that.
“We went to two art museums and an aquarium. It was lowkey, but actually really fun,” she said.
Preston let out an audible yawn. “When are you two getting married?”
“After he finishes his residency,” she said, matter-of-factly. “We aren’t in any rush.”
“You should probably enjoy your time before you spend the rest of your life looking at old art and not drinking,” I pointed out sweetly. I can only imagine how dreadful their life as a married couple will be.
“How are things going with that baseball player? Have you scared him away yet?” she asked, equally as sweetly.
“Actually no. Things are going really great. We haven’t seen each other since Sunday, but he texts me all the time just to check in. He’s so thoughtful,” I said.
Kendra looked at Preston. “But what Reese failed to mention is that Eric overheard her telling me that she wanted to sleep with him. So I’m sure that’s his motivation.”
Preston let out a low cackle. “That reminds me of the time you accidentally sent that guy you worked with a nude picture and he wouldn’t leave you alone for months. God, you’re such a hot mess, Reese, I love it.”
While they giggled, I drained the rest of my martini and then three more. When I started SnapChatting pictures of my cleavage, Kendra took me home.
I got inside and took a long shower, put on a robe and checked my phone. Eric had sent me a text: “Hey gorgeous. I hope you had a relaxing day.”
I was so happy to hear from him so I said, “Heyyy Eric. I miss you!”
Is anyone else a clingy drunk?
He said, “Me too. I want to see you this weekend.”
“What do you want to do?”
“There’s a comedy show on Friday night. Do you want to go?”
“I’d love to. And then what?”
“It’s right next door to a bar. We could go there afterwards if you want.”
“Okay, that sounds good. And then what?” I pried.
“Whatever you want to do Reese. You’re welcome to come over to my place.”
This got me excited. “Oh really? What would we do there?”
“Anything. You could help me pick out pillows.”
“I need a few more things for the bedroom. And maybe the kitchen. You saw my place. I dont have much.”
“Mmhm. And then?”
“Then we pop in a movie and cuddle on my new sectional. Break it in a little.”
I smiled. “Then what?”
“Hopefully you’re wearing a little dress so I can rub your bare legs during the movie.”
“Okay. Then what?”
“Then I’ll make my way up your dress and rub your pussy through your panties until you beg me to stop.”
“And then I’ll rip your dress off and lick you from your neck to your belly button.”
So Eric and I were sexting. I was now grinning like a chimpanzee.
“Then what would you do?”
“Then I would suck on your nipples while you moan my name.”
“I would slide a finger into you and tease you until you beg me to fuck you.”
That’s when I fell asleep – right in the middle of our steamy sexting sesh. I was still in my robe with all the lights on and my phone in my hand. I didn’t even know I was tired. Oops.
So I guess Eric and I are hanging out tomorrow night. I can’t wait pick out pillows!
3 thoughts on “sexting.”
Lol, can’t wait to pick out pillows, “& then what?” Haha, have fun!
Whoo-ah! LOVE this!