My birthday festivities started on Friday evening with an outlandish shopping spree with Preston and Carly in the suburbs. My parents transferred a ton of money into my bank account in lieu of a gift so I thought I would reward myself with a few new pieces.
I’m not even going to talk about how much I spent, but I found the perfect birthday dress plus a cute matching bra and panty set to wear for Brady after (and a bunch of things I needed for fall).
On Saturday, Carly surprised me with a mani/pedi/facial which was much needed. The spa had complementary champagne so we guzzled down that down while we gossiped. By the time we got out of there it was time to get ready for dinner so we met Preston at my apartment. We took shots (because birthday) and got ready with the music blasting.
Brady and Chris met us at my apartment so we could all taxi to the restaurant.
“You look very nice,” Brady said, following me into my room.
I was tromping around trying to find my clutch and said, “Thanks.”
I finally found it and headed toward the door.
Brady stepped in front of me to stop me from walking out. “Hey, I got you something.”
He handed me a small, white rectangular box. It was very light so I had no idea what it could be.
“Thank you,” I said, hugging him. We pulled apart and kissed briefly so I didn’t get my pink lipstick all over him.
“The cab is here!”
Pauly D Preston called from the living room.
I tossed the box on the bed to open later and we headed downstairs. Preston reserved a table at a fancy fusion restaurant and when we got there, there was a bottle of white wine chilling on the table.
Derrick and one of his friends were already there. Ugh. I thought after the big fight we had, he would’ve been too scared to show his face. Apparently not.
“Happy birthday, Reese,” Derrick said, standing up to greet me. He tried to grab me to hug me, but I stepped to the side to avoid him.
“Thanks Derrick!” I said with mock enthusiasm.
His face kind of fell as I walked past him and took my seat at the head of the table. All of our friends were there including two girls I used to work with showed up along with one of Preston’s exes. We had a nice dinner then Preston brought out the most delicious looking chocolate cake that had “Happy Halfway To 50 Reese!” written in pink. I was most offended that he would tempt me with the cake knowing my dress wasn’t going to allow me to have any. Asshole.
After dinner, the five of us plus Derrick and his friend headed to a rooftop to drink. Brady insisted on opening a tab for all of us because it was my birthday and why not? Naturally we started with tequila. I also ordered a beer and a martini and after I finished them, Carly and I took the obligatory trip to the ladies room. I told her how annoyed I was that Derrick showed up and she said that I needed to show him that Brady and I are together because obviously he wasn’t getting the message.
“So, I need to make out with Brady in front of him?” I clarified.
“Yeah, or something. And Brady will enjoy the PDA,” she smiled sinisterly.
We got back out there and found the guys near the bar. Brady and Derrick were standing next to each other which was already uncomfortable enough.
“Heyyy, babe,” I cooed, throwing my whole body into him and then kissing him loudly.
“Hey, do you want another drink?” Brady asked.
I glanced at Derrick to make sure he was watching and he was. I nodded.
“Be right back,” Brady said.
As soon as he walked away, Derrick said, “Are you doing this on purpose?”
I feigned surprise. “Doing what?!”
“You know what, Reese,” he said, looking annoyed.
“I honestly don’t. I’m just trying to enjoy my birthday.”
Derrick was silent for a minute and I glanced behind me to see if Brady was on his way back. I couldn’t see him in the crowd.
“Reese,” Derrick said.
I turned back to look at him and raised my eyebrows as if to say, “Hmm?”
“Reese, I like you.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” I said, dismissively.
“And you know I like you,” he continued. “Does it make you feel good to throw your ‘boyfriend’ in my face? Because I think that’s a real bitch thing to do.”
I felt my face getting hot and my hands balling into fists at my side involuntarily.
“Excuse me?” I said to make sure he wanted to open this can of worms.
“Nothing,” Derrick sighed. “We’re going to go ahead and go. I hope you had a great birthday.”
He signaled his friend and they started to walk away.
“Bye Derrick! Thanks for coming!” I called after him sweetly. Then I remembered him not being able to get it up back in college and started laughing at the irony.
He turned back around and gave me a cold look, obviously catching my joke.
Brady came back with my signature drink – tequila and orange juice – and we met back up with Carly, Preston and Chris to take shots. After that, Brady and I ran off to dance and kiss and flirt and nurse our drinks. We were both super drunk and super horny and really couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
We were headed to the bar to get more drinks (which we didn’t need at all), when someone shrieked “Braaaaaddddyyyyy!”
It wasn’t until a blur of blonde hair flashed in front of me that I realized someone was actually shrieking at Brady. And that someone was the Jessica girl who I met at the charity event. She threw her arms around his neck and held him for three seconds longer than I was okay with. Then pulled away but kept an arm slung on his shoulders. “I didn’t know you were coming here tonight.”
“Yeah, it’s Reese’s birthday,” Brady said.
Jessica looked down at me with that shit eating grin on her face. “Hey. Happy b-day.”
She touched my arm lightly, almost in a pitying way. And who says “b-day” out loud? It was like she was trying to downplay my birthday intentionally.
“You know Kelsey and Rach,” she said motioning toward her two friends standing nearby. They were two plain ass, vanilla white girls just like Jessica.
Brady gave them a head nod and Jessica said, “Reese, we should take a shot for your b-day!”
“We were actually headed to the bar right before you ambushed us,” I deadpanned.
The five of us walked to the bar and Brady ordered us some fruity shot on his tab. It irritated me because he was supposed to be paying for drinks for me and my friends, not this bimbo and her ugly friends.
“Brady, I was telling Kelsey what you told me on Thursday. About the changes to the state board test,” Jessica said.
“Mmm, yes,” he replied and the three of them started talking about tests and licenses and certifications. Brady was being very professional and formal, but Jessica and her drunk friends kept giggling and interrupting and being so obnoxious. Like go away.
Eventually, I got really irritated and walked in between Brady and Jessica to the bar to get a glass of water.
“Well, we’ll let you guys enjoy your night,” I heard Jessica say. “I’ll see you Tuesday.” And as she and Thing 1 and Thing 2 were walking away, I saw her hand graze the side of Brady’s thigh quickly, but deliberately. It was such a subtle action that most people wouldn’t have noticed, but it made my heart speed up and jump to my throat.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” I demanded after they were gone.
Brady looked taken aback. “I don’t know.”
“I just think it’s really weird that she just so happened to be where we are,” I said.
“I mean, this place is quite popular. Look at how packed it is.”
I didn’t bother looking around as I felt hot tears forming in my eyes.
“I can’t believe she’s here. She ruined my birthday!” I cried.
“Baby,” Brady said gently and put an arm around me pulling me close. He had never called me that ever nor do I like being called pet names. Usually. His soothing tone and affection was actually exactly what I needed.
He kissed my forehead and held me right there for a few moments. “Reese, it’s okay.”
“I want to go home,” I sniffled.
“Okay. Let’s go tell our friends we’re leaving.”
Brady and I walked around until we found Carly, Chris and Preston huddled by the bar.
“Hey, we’re going to go,” Brady said to them.
“What’s wrong, doll face? You look upset,” Preston said, pulling me away from Brady.
“Well, that fugly girl Brady works with is here and she fucking touched his thigh and said ‘happy b-day’ to me,” I hissed.
“She touched his thigh?” Preston exclaimed.
“Shh!” I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Brady hadn’t heard. I wanted to confront him about it, but not right there.
Brady and I were walking away when Preston shouted, “Love you, Reesie Cup! Have a ton of birthday sex tonight!”
Brady turned and waved before we went outside and got a cab. Brady gave the cabbie his address and paid the man when we got out. When we got inside I immediately started getting undressed in the living room.
“Do you want water?” Brady asked, heading toward the kitchen. I shrugged even though he couldn’t see me. He returned a moment later with two water bottles and sat one in front of me. He fell onto the couch beside me.
I took a long gulp of water then turned to Brady. “Take off your clothes.”
He didn’t even hesitate before pulling his shirt over his head and unbuckling his jeans. I reached over and pumped him a few times before climbing on.
I began bouncing up and down really hard while simultaneously sucking his neck and chest. He threw his head back and I continued sucking hard, purposefully trying to leave marks. I was crashing down on his dick too with force, like I was trying to prove to him and Jessica that he’s mine.
Brady squeezed my butt tight and tried to pull me off as his body tensed up. But I kept going until he grunted and relaxed. I could already see a swollen hickey forming on the side of his neck. Perfect.
“Wow,” he sighed, completely out of breath even though he really didn’t do anything.
I smiled at my accomplishment. We gathered our clothes and went to his room to get in bed.
“I’m sorry you didn’t have a good birthday,” he said once we were settled and laying side by side.
“It was okay,” I replied. Besides the whole Jessica ordeal and the fact that my best friend couldn’t make it, I’d had fun.
“Reese,” Brady put a hand on my naked waist. “I really like you.”
I beamed. Even though Derrick had uttered those exact words just hours before, it felt so much better coming from Brady.
“You’re amazing. I think I’m falling for you.”
I’ve never had a guy tell me they were falling for me and honestly, what does that even mean? I looked at Brady and his eyes were barely open, just small slits. He was obviously seconds away from passing out.
We woke up just before noon and I had a massive headache and a dry mouth. It could’ve been way worse though. Two points for Drunk Reese.
“Morning,” Brady said, turning toward me.
We kissed and then decided to shower to wash the club/bar filth off us. Obviously this turned into slippery shower sex and then he scrubbed me clean.
We got out and wrapped up in towels and I complained that I still felt like shit. My tummy was doing some crazy acrobatics.
“Give me a second. I’ll make you something that’ll fix everything,” Brady said. He threw on a pair of sweats and disappeared into the hallway.
I put on a t-shirt and some shorts and waited several minutes for Brady to come back. When he finally did, he had two glasses filled with an orangey liquid.
“This stuff works. I used to make it for the guys at the house all the time,” he said.
I grabbed a glass from him and asked, “What house?”
I took a sip of the drink. It tasted like orange juice, but I could also taste a hint of cilantro and carrot so it was really yummy and fresh. It burned a little bit going down so I could tell it was spiked with tequila.
“The fraternity house,” Brady said.
“You were in a fraternity?” I asked, surprised. Brady never, ever mentioned being in a fraternity to me. But that explained why he is so good at partying.
“Uh, yeah. Didn’t we talk about that?”
I shook my head. “Never. I had no idea.”
We finished our drinks and Brady stood up to collect our glasses.
“Hey, my parents are going to be in the city tomorrow. Do you want to meet them?” he asked.
Brady must have saw how wide my eyes got because he quickly said, “It’s not a big deal. They’re going to a yacht party and wanted us to come. They’re cool.”
I waited a full thirty seconds before saying, “Okay.”
I don’t know what to expect from Brady’s parents. I know that they are pretty important people, but other than that nothing. I’m usually really good with parents (Kendra’s folks adore me), but what if they think I’m stupid and hate me?