On Tuesday, I decided that Brady and I were going to have sex once and for all. I texted him that morning saying that we should hang out and he told me that I could come over around 8:00 PM. Perfect.
I stayed at the office later to distract myself and then went home, showered, and put on a tight tank top and shorts with no bra or panties. I made sure to pack a few overnight essentials in my purse.
Brady came to get me and I immediately noticed him checking out my chest. This was going to be easier than I thought. When we got to his place, Chris was in the kitchen and the three of us had a beer and talked for like twenty minutes. Then Chris said he was going to watch tv in the basement and I couldn’t wait to get Brady alone.
Except he pulled out his laptop and said he wanted to work on something quickly but it wouldn’t take long. While he sat at the end of the dining room table, I plopped on the table near him and waited patiently. Well, for ten minutes I did. Then I started getting antsy.
“I thought you said it was going to be quick,” I whined.
“It is,” Brady said, not looking up from his laptop. “Just give me a few more minutes.”
“Fine, I’ll just fucking sit here,” I pouted.
Brady glanced up at me and did kind of a double take. At first I thought he was annoyed with me for sitting on his table, but then a little smile formed on his lips.
He stood up and said, “Did you have something else in mind?”
I shrugged as Brady started walking toward me. My heart began racing.
“Anything else. I’m bored,” I said.
“Bored?” he repeated, stopping in front of me. My legs were dangling off the table and he grabbed them and put them around his waist.
“Well, what do you suggest?”
Sick of the games, I snatched him by his tie and kissed him hard. Brady dropped a hand to the table to stop us from falling then used his other hand to reach under my tank top. Finally. That’s how it’s done, Brady!
He pushed my top up exposing my boobs and leaned down to take one into his mouth. It felt so good that I couldn’t help letting out a little moan. I pushed him off for a second, but only so I could unbuckle his belt. Brady unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them fall so he was standing there in red Ralph Lauren boxers. So freaking cute.
He yanked my shorts off so I was basically sitting on his dining table naked. We were both panting and Brady said, “Hang on.”
I started to whine until I realized that he was rummaging through his pants trying to find a condom. He always thinks so rationally. The last thing that was on my mind was a damn condom.
Brady finally found it and I waited with my eyes closed while he put it on. I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and pull me to the edge of the table and then super, super, super slowly enter me. Like I could feel every inch going in until he completely filled me up. And it felt like heaven.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me,” I whispered.
I opened my eyes and looked at him, his jaw tight and eyes intense and fiery. I shook my head. Brady picked up the pace and I legitimately felt like I was in love with him. It was so worth the wait. I started moaning louder and Brady told me to shh. It occurred to me that we were still in the dining room and Chris could come upstairs at any moment. Plus the patio blinds were wide open. All of this made it so much better.
I was literally crying out Brady’s name and he stuck a finger in my mouth to silence me. He bowed his head and planted a light kiss on my clavicle and it sent me over the edge. My legs started trembling and Brady must have sensed what was happening and sped up. He groaned into my neck just as I was finishing. We came in unison? I’m pretty sure that has never happened to me.
Brady put both hands on the table and rested for a second then got up and started pulling his pants up. I couldn’t believe what just happened. And the fact that I was naked on his dining room table was just so bizarre and random, but so hot. Brady may be a little nerdy, but the man knows how to get down.
I got off the table and pulled my shorts back on then Brady turned to me.
“Are you hungry?” Even though his face was a little flushed and his shirt was wrinkled and untucked, he still had that calm and rigid demeanor.
Lol, hungry? I just shrugged. We heard Chris running up the stairs and I panicked. Did he hear us? Would he be able to tell what just happened? Brady looked a little disheveled and I probably looked worse.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I said quickly and scurried out of there. I went to the bathroom attached to Brady’s room and peed then looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup was a little bit streaky but I had that after sex glow. Seriously, I need MAC to bottle this look so I can buy it.
I washed my face, changed into sleeping clothes and got in bed. I sent out a mass text to my friends that said, “Brady just fucked me and it was totally worth the wait!”
Preston texted back, “Congrats doll. So you devirginized him?”
“He wasn’t a virgin. In fact, he was actually really good. I came in record time,” I replied.
Kendra said, “Tell me all about it at happy hour tomorrow.”
I heard Brady walk in and immediately threw my phone down because I felt guilty about telling everyone.
“Are you in bed already?” he asked.
“Mmhm, do you want to join me?”
“Give me a second.” Brady changed into a pair of shorts, used the bathroom then came out and got in the bed next to me. I wondered if he would want to go for round two.
I kissed him quickly then pulled away to gauge his reaction.
“Carly tells me you have a birthday coming up,” he said.
I nodded. “Yep. Labor Day weekend.”
“I’m assuming you have plans already.”
“Yeah, get drunk, duh.”
“I knew that already,” Brady said, smiling.
“You should come out for the festivities.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”
We kissed and talked until we fell asleep.
I don’t know why we didn’t do this weeks ago.