worst case of blue balls of his life.

All four of us met for happy hour on Wednesday and I was so glad we were all being reunited. We’ve all been so wrapped up in our own things that we haven’t had a chance to see each other. Carly swung by and got me from work so we could meet Kendra and Preston at a spot on the west side.

We sat at a hightop table and ordered drinks and mozzarella sticks.

“How’s your new position?” I asked Kendra as we waited for our goodies to come.

“Honestly, it’s kind of stressful. Before I was basically just the office bitch and now I’m transitioning into a more important role. I’m helping do research and making appearances in court. This is actually what I went to school for,” Kendra said.

“And they still have you dressing like Kohl’s had a liquidation sale, I see,” Preston said. 

We all laughed.

“Yeah, I don’t mind it though,” Kendra said.

“It probably helps keeps the guys at bay. We don’t need another scandal with an intern.” Preston looked pointedly at me.

“Whatever happened with that? Have you talked to him?” Kendra asked.

“No. Fuck him,” I scoffed. 

“I think that was the problem,” Preston said and everyone laughed.

I rolled my eyes and explained to them what’s been going on in the office lately with Whitney and Amanda.

“Reese, you’re so above that,” Kendra said. “Those girls are loving getting under your skin. Don’t let them distract you from doing your job.”

“That’s exactly what Brady said!” I practically shouted.

“How’s our favorite nerdy pharmacist doing?” Preston asked.

“Good,” I said coyly. I couldn’t help smiling and blushing at hearing his name. Ugh. What’s happening to me?

“Chris said he really likes you!” Carly put in just as the waitress brought our drinks and a tray of mozzarella sticks.

“Really? Chris said that?!” I exclaimed. Obviously Brady likes me, but if he’s discussing his feelings with Chris then that’s major.

Carly finished chewing the stick she had shoved in her mouth. “Yeah. He said Brady talks about you all the time.”

“What does he say?!” 

I was dying to know what Brady thinks. Does he think I’m relationship material? Does he think I’m a dumbass? Does he want to fuck me?!

“Chris didn’t say. Good things obviously.”

I made a mental note to ask Carly to pry Chris and find out exactly what was said. I must know! 

Preston began telling us about his boyfriend, who he refers to as Mr. Murphy which is weird. Apparently Mr. Murphy is very successful in the stock market and just bought a Tesla S. 

“I’m hoping he buys a car for me next,” Preston said.

I would love a boyfriend who would just take me on random vacations and buy me a car. I wonder if Brady is opposed to it. I mean, apparently he does like me “a lot.”

After happy hour and several beers, Carly was supposed to drop me off then go to Chris and Brady’s. I told her that I would just go with her. I could surprise Brady! I wasn’t sure what time he got off work, but it was almost 9:00. Surely he wasn’t still slaving at the hospital.

Chris let us in and I immediately asked if Brady was home.

“Yeah, he’s in the dining room,” Chris replied and I pushed past him.

I found Brady sitting at the dining room table engrossed in his laptop. He didn’t see me approaching so I squealed, “Hiii!” and jumped in his lap.

“Hey!” he said, surprised.

I kissed him. “Long time no see, huh?”

“I was beginning to forget what you look like,” Brady said. 

“What are you working on?” I asked, turning toward his MacBook. A spreadsheet with a bunch of names and numbers filled the screen.

“Just some stuff for work.”

“You’re off the clock now. Put your work away and have fun.” I turned back toward him and tugged his tie. I do believe in working hard – when I’m at work. As soon as I leave the office, I want nothing to do with any of that shit. 

Brady didn’t say anything or move so I reached over and shut his laptop. I felt his body kind of deflate.

“Are you a workaholic, Brady?” I asked, sensing that he wanted to continue working.

“Not really, but I wanted to finish that tonight,” he answered.

“Finish it later. Let’s go to your room.” I hopped up and dragged him out of his chair and down the hall to his bedroom.

“What did you do tonight?” Brady asked as he untied his tie.

“We went to happy hour. It’s our Wednesday tradition, duh,” I answered. I sat on the bed and started taking selfies for SnapChat.

“Duh? Is that something I should’ve known?”

“You should have my entire life and schedule memorized by now,” I said, not looking up from my phone.

“Got it. Give me a second to write that in my planner.”

I looked up and Brady was taking off his dress shirt so he was just in slacks and a white undershirt. He looked so damn hot. I watched him place his tie and shirt in the closet then come back out and sit on the bed next to me. I could smell his cologne – Armani or something – and it was intoxicating.

“You smell good,” I said.

“Thank you.”

We just kind of looked at each other and for the first time I could actually feel the sexual electricity between us. It wasn’t just me this time. He had a lusty look in his eyes and I could tell that he wanted me. We leaned in and started making out, kind of timidly at first then he wrapped an arm around my waist and used his body to push me back on the bed. He pulled my shirt over my head then I took his off and ran my hands along his smooth toned back. He began kissing me with more aggression and rubbing my bare thighs. Thank God I shaved. 

I reached down and fussed with his belt buckle until I got it undone then unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. I could feel that he was hard. Brady moved down to my neck and I let out an agonized moan. I could feel his dick on my leg and more than anything I wanted him inside me. My vagina was literally pulsating for him. But then I got these images in my head. Kendra rolling her eyes. BJ smirking up at me in my bed. Eric. Eric’s breakup text. Diana glaring at me across her desk. I couldn’t have sex with Brady. I felt like I was going to vomit.

I’ve denied guys sex before (all the time actually) but only when they were douchebags and I didn’t care if they were pissed. But Brady wasn’t being a douchebag and I didn’t want him to have to say no to him. So I had no idea what to do. 

I quickly pushed him off and jumped off the bed.

“Let’s go hang out with Carly and Chris,” I said, putting my shirt back on. It was the only thing I could think to say. I turned back to the bed where Brady was laying, shirtless with his pants undone. He looked bewildered, hurt almost, and I felt awful that I had gotten him all worked up. 

“I will meet you there,” he finally said after almost a full minute. 

I found Carly and Chris in the basement and by the time I got down there I was so aggravated with myself. Could I have handled it any more ungracefully? Brady probably thinks I’m some sort inexperienced, prude virgin. I should’ve politely explained that I wasn’t comfortable doing anything more than kissing. He would understand. But I was the one who started undressing him so he probably thinks I’m bipolar and crazy in addition to everything else. Which I am, honestly.

I sat down watching Chris and Carly for a moment then I realized that I really, really just wanted to leave. I didn’t want to see Brady.

“Carly, can we leave?” I suddenly asked.

“Right now? Can Brady take you?” she asked. 

“Yes now! Please.”

Carly looked at me, concerned, then turned back to Chris. “I gotta go.”

I knew I was being a brat, but at that moment I didn’t care. She and Chris took ten minutes to say their goodbyes then I dragged her out of there without saying goodbye to Brady. I’ll make up an excuse later.

“What was that all about? Did something happen with you and Brady?” Carly asked on the way to my apartment.

“Ugh,” I groaned. “I probably just gave him the worst case of blue balls of his life.”

“Did you guys hook up?!” Carly’s eyes got wide.

“Not quite. But he wanted to. And I wanted to. But I’m trying to refrain from having sex with him.”

“If you both want to then why are you still waiting?”

“Because…” Carly obviously doesn’t realize what I’m trying to achieve here. “Kendra concluded that sex always ruins things with me and guys. And I actually don’t want to ruin things with Brady.”

She gave me a warm smile. “That’s the cutest thing ever, Reese. How long are you going to be able to wait though?”

Good question. 


31 thoughts on “worst case of blue balls of his life.

  1. D says:

    lol. I’m sure poor Brady is confused… You should probably explain to him what happened and why… That way if it happens again, he’ll understand. But if sex feels right to both of you at the time, I don’t see a reason to deny it.
    Hope it works out!

  2. I hope there was a follow up text of some sort to explain 😦 But, it’s cool that you’re trying to wait; I don’t see anything wrong with that. It just sucks to stop midway, haha.

  3. Lulu says:

    Don’t stress out too much over it 🙂 if he truly likes you as much as Carly says he does, I’m sure he’ll understand and sympathize with you. It is going to be awkward but just be honest and talk to him sooner rather than later! 🙂

  4. M says:

    I think if you tell Brady you want to take things slow because you really like him, he’ll be really impressed with you. :):)

  5. K says:

    Be open and honest with him. Tell him you’re afraid to screw things up by having sex too early because you like him. Any man worth his salt will understand. If he doesn’t, he’s not worth your effort. At all.

    Good luck!

  6. Ugh! I’m dying for her and Brady to have sex though. Please let it happen soon! He doesn’t seem like the type of guy who will bail after he gets what he wants.

  7. Melissa says:

    I’m disappointed in Reese’s attitude. Fine you didn’t want to have sex with him but why leave without saying goodbye? That’s childish and immature. Poor Brady is probably feeling all types of insecure now. You say you want a relationship with Brady and like him so much but your actions show the opposite. If you liked him sooooooo much you would’ve been straight with him instead of running away like a child.

      • Alison says:

        No offense Reese but I think Melissa is saying what most of us are thinking. You get Brady all riled up, then stop, tell him that you two should hang out with carly and Chris, only to bail on him. If you don’t want honesty them disable comments. Seems like you only appreciate the comments that agree with all you do,

      • I agree with Melissa too. I handled that terribly. I always welcome feedback and comments and most of the time when people are criticizing me, I agree with them. what gave you the impression that I didn’t want comments?

      • Alison says:

        I just thought your response seemed rude. Like whatever, I’ve heard that before and will again so wtf? While it might not be a huge deal put yourself in Bradys shoes. If you are moving slow with a man and then so of sudden he comes over things get heated, you want him, he wants you and then he stops and wants to hang out with your roomie and her man, you say cool, give me minute and I’ll be there and then he just leaves without saying goodbye, how would you feel?

      • Lulu says:

        In Reese’s defense, I think she’s heard the same “lecture” over and over. I can imagine it to be really frustrating to have the same person give it to her once, and after she accepts it, give it to her again but worse. She’s opening her life to us for an entertaining read, not for the world to shit on her, try to be a little respectful.

  8. Lily says:

    Why are people trying to start shit for no reason? People have criticized Reese plenty of times and she always takes the comments into consideration if they’re not just rude with no basis. Def tell Brady your logic behind ditching him later on, but it’s not THAT big of a deal that you ditched him. You’re in your 20s, you’re allowed to make mistakes sometimes.

    That said… seriously, tell him why you left so quickly. He seems like a nice guy, he’ll understand and probably even be a little flattered that you actually care what happens with him.

  9. jen says:

    You admitted in your post that you had no idea what to do and pretty much panicked. All the people bashing you for that are being really douchey. Probably no one feels worse about what went down than you, and maybe Brady’s poor balls…It’s super sweet that you like him enough to be really putting a lot of thought into how you interact with him. Would probably be best to communicate that with him though. Good luck!

  10. SorryNotSorry says:

    I really really hate to be that person who defends a writer when they receive criticism, but Reese has always handled the comments in a mature way. That being said, there’s a difference between criticism and bashing. If you don’t want someone to respond in a way you don’t like, you may want to consider what you’re saying yourself. Not to mention it must really suck to be excoriated all the time.

  11. Zeina says:

    First time commenter…it has to be rough putting your life out there for the world to read about…props. Don’t let judges get to you. When they handle everything perfectly, only then can they judge.

  12. Valerie says:

    Personally I think that what you seem as bashing is constructive criticism. No one is making you out to be a terrible person that kicks puppies. You’re a smart woman and you make mistakes. When you put your life out there you sometimes get comments that aren’t that nice. I didn’t see any comment bashing you. There’s more to learn from comments constructive comments than the ones that praise, agree and defend your actions.

    • where did I EVER claim that anyone was bashing me? I acknowledged that I made a mistake and didn’t handle the situation well, what more do you want from me?

  13. samantha says:

    This is her REAL LIFE. I believe we have all freaked out and made stupid decisions in the heat of the moment. Kudos to you for waiting!

    • Lily says:

      Seriously, this ^^^ a thousand times over. I always find those people who defend writers to be the biggest douches, but I feel like all these people are coming out of nowhere just to criticize your actions. Sorry, life doesn’t always pan out to have perfect situations all the time.

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