Kendra and I made up on Friday. Well, she texted me a picture of a gold sequin dress she’d seen online and asked if she could wear it for New Year’s Eve. I guess that meant she wasn’t mad anymore.
I replied, “Yes, it’ll look perfect with your DSquared booties and your hair up.”
So we are officially back on.
I talked to Diana on Friday afternoon and she told me that she had someone in mind to replace me. She wanted me to meet the girl and sit in on the interview on Monday. Since apparently I’m an interview expert now I said sure.
After work I met with Preston for dinner. He was craving Chick-fil-a which is (amazing) disgusting, but after what he’s been going through, I figured he deserved it. We got our food and took it to my apartment so we wouldn’t be caught eating it in public.
“How are you feeling?” I asked as we sat our sandwiches, nuggets, waffle fries, and milkshakes on the counter.
“Honestly, I’m fucking pissed. But on the bright side, I’m back on Grindr and I’m hanging out with this guy later. I kind of missed it.”
He proceeded to tell me about how he’d met up with a Grindr date on Thursday night and they got a hotel room. Preston totally planned on having rebound sex, but he got too drunk and passed out. Story of my life.
Brady worked late on Friday night, like really late: until almost 11:00. He texted me when he got off, but didn’t make any attempts to hang out so I figured he was probably tired.
On Saturday morning, Brady told me to come over because he missed me which is so cute. When I got there we had breakfast, hooked up, got dressed, went to Bloomingdale’s, went to the grocery store, came home, napped, made dinner then turned on a movie. We’re like a little married couple already.
Chris was home and the two of them decided to smoke. But instead of pulling the big bong out, they had this little glass pipe thing. I was watching curiously because I’ve never seen one before and Brady tried to pass it to me. I shook my head.
After they finished smoking, they sat on the couch, stoned. I was sitting in the middle of them while they talked about gas prices and the economy or something lame. And then suddenly, right in the middle of their conversation, Brady stopped talking and pulled me on his lap and started kissing my neck. I giggled and pushed him away since Chris was right there.
Brady looked up at me with half-open, red stoner eyes. I kissed him quickly and tried to get up but he grabbed my waist and held me down.
“Brady.” I said his name like I was a fed up high school teacher.
He smirked at me while he stuck his hand up my shirt and squeezed one of my boobs. And then he pinched my nipple and I felt my vagina pulsate. Probably time to end this.
I jumped up and scurried off but before I could get too far Brady slapped my ass, hard.
“Isn’t she so hot?” I heard him ask Chris as I turned down the hallway.
Hot? Whatever. I’m way more than hot. I hope Chris defended me.
I went to Brady’s room and got on Facebook/Instagram/SnapChat/rubbed the sore hand print on my ass. I was looking at puppies (have you seen Jiff the Pom?! Need.) when Brady walked in.
“You hurt me,” I told him.
I was laying on my tummy across the bed and didn’t move from my spot.
“I’m sorry,” I heard him say as he came behind me. He rubbed my ass softly and then he pulled down my shorts and kissed the tender spot he slapped.
I flipped over slightly and shoved a picture of Jiff in his face. “Can we get a dog?”
Brady stared at Jiff for about fifteen seconds before saying, “That is a genetically modified dog.”
“No he isn’t,” I scoffed. “He’s just really well groomed. Can we get one? It’ll be our first taste of parenthood.”
Brady laughed and said okay. So I’m expecting Jiff under the tree on Christmas.
On Sunday morning, I woke up before Brady and decided to make breakfast. I put some bacon in the oven and then pulled the eggs out of the refrigerator. I noticed the little black pipe thing sitting on the counter and couldn’t help picking it up. I don’t know why I was so intrigued by it.
I was examining the bowl part with the weed remnants in it when I thought I kind of heard something in the hallway and when I looked up Brady was walking into the kitchen. Apparently he scared me and I dropped the pipe on the tile floor. It shattered. Oops.
“What are you doing?” Brady asked and for a second, I thought he was pissed. But then he smiled and walked into the kitchen only wearing a pair of sweatpants.
“I’m making breakfast,” I said sweetly. I couldn’t help throwing my arms around him and kissing him because he’s just so adorable. “Your pipe thingy fell off the counter and broke.”
I pointed to the glass all over the floor. Brady looked down at the mess and looked back at me. And then he grabbed my hips and pulled me close to him so I could feel that he was hard. I grabbed his dick and started stroking it, considering giving him head in the kitchen.
I was about to pull it out when we heard Chris down the hall say, “Smells like bacon!”
We quickly pulled apart and Brady busied himself cleaning up the glass while I continued working on breakfast. Y’all will be proud to know that I made a delicious breakfast without burning anything (except two pieces of toast which doesn’t count).
By the way, thanks for all the comments on my last post! I was honestly hesitant to post it because I was so embarrassed/horrified about the outcome of what I did. None of you made me feel any worse about it so thanks! Some people are saying I should show him the message, but I deleted our message thread on Facebook and I don’t think I can get it back. I’m not sure if I should show him anyway because neither of us has talked about what happened since Thursday night. Do I really need to bring it back up? And how do I do that without pissing him off all over again? (I know, I know, we suck at communicating)
16 thoughts on “i’m expecting jiff under the christmas tree.”
i asked my boyfriend if we could get a pomeranian last week and he agreed without knowing without one looks like. now he keeps trying to ask me if i’ll settle for a pug instead. the answer is no.
i laughed when you dropped the pipe, haha, i’ve done that so many times before. oops.
i have a soft spot in my heart for pugs. they’re just so ugly they’re cute.
Don’t bring it back up! He was the one who was mad, if he’s over it, let it be over. If he brings it up again, talk honestly. Otherwise, I’d just move on.
If the Jessica situation is still bothering you, then yes…find a way to talk to him about it. Otherwise, let it go. He can bring it up if he needs further resolution. He clearly could care less about Jessica. Happy Hokidays, sweet girl!
I love you and Brady! And I agree with the above posts, there’s no need to bring it up again. You understood his point and it shouldn’t be an issue again. He seems to be over it!
Oh! And I can’t believe Whitney isn’t actually replacing you. I’m sure you’re thrilled :-p
if you want to, really really want to, your thread will be in your sent items even if you deleted it from your inbox. just go to your other messages. But just let it go.
I know I originally said maybe apologize to Jessica, but actually thinking further, not a good idea – she’s batshit cray. Just let the whole thing go, if Brady really wants to know, he’ll ask again.
Also, like Caroline said, surprised Whitney isn’t your replacement. Kinda snickered when I read that. lmao.
I agree with the general consensus. Let the the whole Jessica thing go.
Like everyone else, i think you should leave it. If he brings it up again, yoi should be completely honest with him though. I know you’re scared but honestly really is the best policy. More importantly though, I think going forward you should be conscious to evaluate how your actions could affect Brady. Especially retaled to his work. He seems really private and you don’t want him thinking that you thrive on embarrassing him. Just be careful to consider him in all your actions
i am definitely trying to be aware of that, thank you!
I agree – no need to bring it up unless there is something more that is still on your mind about it. Too cute about the puppy! Hope Santa brings you everything that you want for Christmas!! Have a great time with Brady – your first Christmas together! 🙂
awe thank you! merry christmas!
Brady sure does act quite different when he is high. I’m not sure what jiff is but I’ll probably check it out, I love dogs.
Merry Christmas x
agreeed and not sure if i like it
I don’t know how comfortable I would be with my boyfriend grabbing my boob in front of his friend. I kinda find it disrespectful but then again we are all different. If you don’t like such behavior you need to nip it in the bud before he starts doing that in public. Being high isn’t an excuse.