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Halloween House Party

Whew… What an eventful couple of weeks it has been! I am back from my vacation, and, as promised, I will update you all…

Ok, where to start…

I went to Hawaii with my family. Some of you even guessed the right island, and one person even guessed the right beach… Honestly, I was a little freaked out by that. I’m not ready to meet anybody off of Tumblr, particularly in front of my family, while we are on vacation. So, I didn’t answer anybody specifically as to my exact whereabouts. I’m sure you will understand. The island was great, the vacation was great, I had a glorious time. And for anybody wondering, no, I didn’t hook up with any random strangers… Sorry to disappoint you all there.

I also decided to make a change to my blog. Maybe not one you will notice immediately, but I decided to eliminate the “anonymous” option on my asks. I was getting a lot of disparaging anonymous comments, and some of them were pretty mean. Nothing kills the mood while you are on vacation than seeing somebody who obviously hasn’t read my whole blog fire off some mindless drivel about what a horrible person I am. So, the way I see it… Hate on me all you want, just don’t be a coward about it anonymously. If you want to insult me, then do it with your name behind it so I can respond. If you don’t have the courage to do that, you aren’t worth being in my inbox in the first place. Now, two things need to be said about this. First, I promise to respond to a person directly and privately before I post anything with names on it. I’m not here to embarrass anybody. And second… This may or may not be permanent. I am going to see how it goes for a couple weeks and see how I feel. If I don’t get anything interesting, I might turn on the anonymous ask feature again.

Ok… I’ll get off my little soapbox here, and get to the fun stuff that you all came for…

So, for those of you that remember, right before I left for vacation, I found myself in a bit of a pickle… I didn’t have a Halloween costume or anything planned, but my friend was having a Halloween party last night. Well, I got home yesterday at noon… So I had like 4 hours to put a costume together, and of course, my awesome Tumblr followers came through and sent me ideas the whole time I was in Hawaii. I got a lot of suggestions, some cute, some sexy, some funny, some gross…

I just thought I’d share a few:

Wear my lingerie and heels and be a Victoria’s Secret Model (of course). Put on a low cut dress with lots of T&A and be a celebrity, while giving my bf a bunch of cameras and making him be paparazzi. (Could be fun) Dress up in a toga and sandals, and have my bf wear a green shirt and stick fake croutons, tomatoes, celery and carrots to him and go as a couple. (Caesar-salad… Get it?) Go dressed as Batman, and make my boyfriend go as Robin. (To show who was the boss, of course)

I liked those. But the one I ended up doing was both super easy, and super sexy to pull off, and still had the added hint of the power play that goes on behind the scenes with my boyfriend and me. It was actually suggested by one of my favorite people on Tumblr… @toricooperauthor. If you haven’t checked out her blog, do it now. Seriously, this post will be here when you get back. Go follow her, she is amazing. Every time we talk, she has some awesome idea for me to try…

Back yet? Ok, cool…

So, while I was in Hawaii, two days before I left to come back, I texted my boyfriend, and told him I knew what I wanted to do for the Halloween party costumes, but that I needed him to go get a couple of things for both of us, because I wouldn’t really have time. I gave him a list: a visor for me, a pair of workout wristbands, a workout headband, and as plain or boring sweater vest for him that he could find. He asked me what he heck kind of costume I wanted to make, and I told him it would be a surprise…

Oh my goodness, that flight is long. It was something like 10 hours of travel time, including layovers, and I have a really hard time sleeping on planes, so I got next to no sleep, and by the time I got home, I had been up for almost 36 hours straight. Suck. So I was exhausted, but my bf is sweet, and picked me up at the airport and took me home. He told me that he got everything that I had asked for, but he still didn’t know what I was planning. I told him to trust me, and took a nap for 2 hours, just so I wasn’t completely exhausted for the party.

Quick side note here… Thank God that Halloween was on a Friday night this year. If it was a mid-week holiday, there was no way I was going to go out after that trip.

So, about 4pm, my bf wakes me up and says “Court, do you want to go to Karissa’s party or just sleep? Either is fine with me”. (By he way… same Karissa from my birthday story a while back). I assured him that I was good to go, and popped up, and told him to wait 15 min while I got dressed, and then we would go over to his place for his costume. I put a pair of tennis shoes, white socks, a pleated white skirt, a white tank top and a black sports bra, put my hair in a ponytail and put on the visor and wrist bands. Then I went down to my closet where I keep all my random crap (snowboard too) and got out a tennis racket and a couple of tennis balls. And wa-la! Tennis Pro Courtney! It was super easy, a little flirty, and still totally socially acceptable. When my bf saw it, he was like “oh, ok, I get it. I’m cool with that… I had a little surprise for him though…

When we got to his place, I told him I wanted him to wear something along the same lines, but a bit more ridiculous. I told him I wanted him to wear knee high socks with his costume, and the shortest shorts he could find. Then I made him put on a white polo shirt, and this blue and tan sweater vest over the top of it. I had him put on the sweatband on his head too, and that was pretty much it, he was done… He asked me if I forgot a tennis racket for him, but I said no, he didn’t need one… He was my ball boy - and I dropped a tennis ball in front of him while looking right at him. He looked at me a little funny, but then I did the little “Ahem!” thing, and pointed to the ball, and he got the picture. He grinned and sheepishly picked it up and handed it back to me. I just said “all night long, understand? Every time that happens, you better come running” And he smiled. He knew the deal…

Karissa’s party was awesome. She and a couple other girls share a big house, and it is a good party house because it is open, and has a big outdoor space with an awning over it so you can be outside, but still be covered if it is rainy or whatever. It’s pretty cool. Anyway, by the time we got there, there were like 20 other friends/acquaintances of ours there already. Some cool costumes, some stupid ones, some that didn’t even try. I couldn’t criticize anybody though, because mine was pretty simple too. I told people that I took the easy way out because I had just gotten back from Hawaii, and that usually sufficed to change the conversation away from my relatively uninspired costume effort. However, I would randomly “drop” a tennis ball during every other conversation or so, and my boyfriend would rush in, pick it up, hand it back to me and rush out whenever it happened. It made most of my friends laugh a few times… Here was Courtney and her boyfriend, being all cutesy in couples costumes… Right? I felt a little sneaky… A little devious. All those people just thought he was my ball boy, but he and I both knew what was really going on… After I had a few drinks, I stopped calling him “my ball boy”. And started calling him “my ball bitch” in front of my friends. They still laughed. He blushed a little… I wonder why?

At about 8 or 8:30, I decided I was feeling frisky enough, so I sorta cornered my boyfriend alone for a minute, and asked him how he liked being my little ball bitch? He told me he liked it, and I asked him if he wanted me to take it further. He asked what I had in mind, and I told him I could text Brandon and invite him over… After all, I hadn’t seen him in over a week, and I was getting a little… antsy again. After a little bit of whispering in his ear for convincing, and a little bit of light petting… He finally agreed. I said “thanks babe”, and pulled out my phone to text Brandon.

I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was just drinking beer and watching basketball on TV. I told him that I was home from Hawaii, and that I was at a Halloween party with my bf, but that it was really boring, and my bf was probably drunk already, and I may have mentioned how I hadn’t seen him in a long time… Hint, hint… His first reaction was to say that he didn’t have a Halloween costume, but when I assured him that a fair number of people at the party didn’t have one either, he agreed. I texted him the address, and he said he would be over in about a half hour. I immediately went back to the back hard and found my boyfriend to tell him what was up. I told him “remember, you are already pretty drunk -but I might be a little tipsy too, and you know how I get a little handsy when I get tipsy”. And he said that he would do his best, he was just nervous about seeing Brandon again… I could understand that. I’m sure it’s a pretty awkward position to be in… But… Too late now!

Brandon showed up about 20 min later. He did go through some effort… He put on some kind of Tshirt with a skull on it. Better than nothing I guess. He knows Karissa, but hadn’t ever been to her house, so it wasn’t like he was crashing the party or anything. He said his hellos, played it cool, and walked around the party a few times. I was talking to a couple friends, and he was right over one of my friends left shoulder, in another group of guys talking, but I knew he was looking at me… I could feel it. I wasn’t even really listening to the girls I was standing with, because I was concentrating on Brandon… I dropped a tennis ball “Oops! Ball Bitch?!?” He came running, the girls laughed… Haha, funny little Courtney and her cute ball boy boyfriend… How innocent…

In the garage, Karissa and her roommates had set up a beer pong table. If you don’t know what beer pong is, google it. It is called different things in different places, but essentially you have two teams and you try to throw a ping pong bottle into cups of beer to make the other team drink… Simple enough, right? Well, I saw this, and decided that I wanted to play. The way we play, you need a partner, who stands next to you, and he competition is on the other side… So I had an idea… I went up to my bf, and told him to go get a beer, and go the the garage, but be really drunk, and to tell me no when I asked him to be my partner.

I went back to the garage, and here were probably 10 or 15 people there watching, and 4 people playing. Just like I has suspected, Brandon followed me out there soon after. The game continued until here was just one cup left for one team, at which point, I called e next game… No arguments from the crowd… I just needed a partner. I asked my drunk boyfriend who was leaning up against the garage door with half open eyes and a beer in each hand (nice touch!). But he told me no! (The nerve!). I needed to find a partner quick, so I went up and asked Brandon… “What do you think? Want to play?” He said “won’t he be pissed?” And nodded at my boyfriend. I said “he doesn’t even know where he is right now”. And after he looked at my bf another time or two, he agreed to be my partner. Perfect.

In beer pong, you take turns, one team shoots, then the other… The more you drink, the worse you get, for obvious reasons. Brandon and I did alright our first game. We actually beat the team that had won the game before that. So we stayed at the table, and two guys were up next for the following game. That’s when I “really started to feel it”. Or so I told Brandon. My shots “accidentally” got farther and farther away from the cups, until one time… Oops! I missed the table all together! My ping pong ball went rolling around the garage floor. “Ball Bitch?!?” (His role want just for tennis balls, right?). He got up, and stumbled around remarkably well (maybe he was actually drunk by now?). And as he chased the ball, everybody in he garage laughed… What a cute little innocent couples costume…

I took the opportunity with everybody distracted by my gentleman of a boyfriend to arch my back, and grind my ass right into The front of Brandon’s pants. I wasn’t subtle. He got the hint. A few turns later… “Ball bitch?!?” More laughter, and this time his hand went up my skirt and grabbed my ass… Yup, this was happening…

We lost the beer pong game. I didn’t care. I told Brandon I would be back in a minute, and I took my boyfriend by he arm and led him into the house, and into a corner again… I’m sure everybody at the party saw how drunk he was, and was assuming that I was telling him to stop drinking or something… Little did they know. I told him about Brandon feeling my ass while everybody was distracted. I told him I missed on purpose the first time so I could make sure he knew I wanted it… It turned him on immediately. I asked him what he wanted me to do next, and he said “more”. And I said “no, that’s not going to cut it ball bitch, I want to hear you say it”. And after a moment or two of resistance, he said “fuck him”. And I said “say it, all of it, I want to hear you say what you want your girlfriend to do”. There was a bit of a muffled moan, and he said “Courtney, please fuck him tonight”. I said, “are you sure? You haven’t seen me in a week either… Is that really what you want?” And he nodded, without saying anything. I said “good, get a ride home, I’ll see you in the morning”. And turned around and left him in the corner and went back to the garage.

Brandon was still there. We made eye contact. As soon as he saw me he came over to me again. I told him that [bf] was drunk out of his mind! and had no idea what was happening. We waited around for a bit… Talked to a few people… I tried to hide the fact that I was so turned on from all my friends who were there… We lasted about 15 minutes. When we went inside, my bf was gone. Brandon followed me out front. I didn’t say anything, but my bf’s car was gone. He probably just drove home. “Your house or mine?” I asked him, and we both got in his car. He drove to his house. On the way he mentioned that my boyfriend had to be a complete fucking idiot to get that drunk when his girlfriend looked like I did on Halloween night. (That’s a compliment, right?). I told him I knew, and that I was super pissed about that, and that was why I was going home with him… He liked that.

His roommate was home. The same one that let me in when I went for the evening jog. He saw us when we walked in the door. I didn’t care. We went straight to Brandon’s room and I was on all fours on his bed in about 4 seconds. He didn’t even bother with the tank top, sports bra or skirt, just yanked off my underwear and dropped his pants. It was fucking hot. I told him I wanted it bad. I told him I wanted it to be hard. I told him that a 9 day trip to Hawaii was too long to go without ass. I moaned a little when he called me a little slut and pulled my hair. I came. Lots.

In all the times I’ve been with Brandon, it has been a matter of an hour or two. Except for the quickie for 15 min on the night of the jog, and the long marathon that was my birthday. It was always sex. Just sex, and then leaving. I didn’t do that last night. We fucked 3 times last night. Then I was so exhausted, both from the sex and the travel before, that in couldn’t stand it. I slept there, naked, with him. Then we went at it twice more in the morning for good measure before I walked home. Yup. Did the walk of shame… So sue me. I liked it. So did my ball bitch when I told him about it this afternoon. It made him cum without me even touching him…

Happy Halloween everybody! Hope you had fun. I know I sure did.

…the way she’s clutching that skirt…how she has her hand hidden inside her sweater…providing an excuse for something that has yet to transpire…it might not be today, but it will be…soon…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

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Redefining a Relationship?

I want to start this update with a thank you to everybody who wrote in to me to talk about their opinions on my boyfriend, and his behavior towards me lately after I mentioned it in my last post.

A lot of you were on the same page as each other, and a couple of you even had some words of advice/caution for me.

Many people said similar things, but one note in particular had a real impact on my thinking for the past week or so.  I won’t say who it was, because they didn’t give me permission to mention them, but here is the gist of what they said:

First of all, be careful. I am playing with fire here.  There are a couple of reasons why my boyfriend acted the way he did towards me, and they all mean I need to be careful, and I should talk through things with him more.  

1-  He may be scared.  Scared of what this has all turned into, and whether it may have gone too far for him.  He might be scared that he can’t tell me he is uncomfortable with things because he he thinks that I might leave him if he were to speak up.

2-  He may be getting angry at me.  Angry that this whole thing started out as his fantasy, and of late, he hasn’t gotten much of the attention, because it’s all been directed to finding/going out with/fucking Alex.  If I withhold details, it could make for more resentment, which would make this sort of lifestyle significantly less hot for both of us.

3-  He may actually LIKE the idea of me holding back some of the details.  Maybe he does think the not knowing is hotter than actually knowing.  Maybe his imagination of what I am capable of doing is hotter than me telling him what I actually plan to do.

4-  Maybe it was a power thing.  Maybe - while I was just joking around with him - he saw it as me taking more control in our relationship, and his reaction was just something he said because he was surprised.  That could be “good surprised”, or “bad surprised”, but I wouldn’t know until I talked it through with him.

So… I thought about it a couple of days.  I thought, and thought… And went around with “what ifs” a while.  These days, my boyfriend acted pretty normal toward me.  He wasn’t moping,or crying, but he wasn’t jubilant and excited either.  He was actually pretty neutral.  (Side note here - for all the guys that say that women are impossible to read, let me just say that trying to tell if you have crossed a line or not with your boyfriend when you sleep around and tell friends about it- is 10 times harder than reading any lady’s body language or subtle clues to see how she’s feeling). I decided that before I talked to my boyfriend directly about this, I wanted to get another opinion…

On my lunch break, I called Shauna.  “Hello, Shauna? Can you meet me for a drink? I have some things I need advice about”. She couldn’t that day, she said that she had already made plans, but the next day she was in.  That night I was confused, and worried, and I’m sure I was over-thinking things.  It didn’t help that Alex texted me that night too.  He just said “hey, are you busy tonight?”  I didn’t answer.  I felt like I owed it to my relationship to get some answers before I did anything more with Alex. I was sure he will get by without me somehow…

So Shauna and I met the next day for happy hour.  I did tell my boyfriend before hand that I was meeting her.  I tried to gauge his reaction…  “Ok, cool.” That’s it? Yup.  Not much there.  Angry? Casual?  Excited?  I couldn’t honestly tell.  Shauna and I sat down, and I she immediately asked me about Alex… How did it go? Did I sleep with him? Did I like it? What did my boyfriend say about it?  I answered everything honestly.  I wanted her advice, so I told her the truth.  Until that last question about how my bf reacted.

I told her what I said, and what how he reacted… And how he didn’t push for details, even though I could tell it was killing him.  The question was why was it killing him?  Shauna thought about it for a while, and asked me what I thought.  I figured that I would just give her my list of 4 major possibilities listed above.  But then… I sorta made a little mistake…  I said “Well, most people seem to think that…”  That’s as far as I got before she interrupted me. “Wait, ‘most people?’ what do you mean?  Who else knows about you two?”  I was stuck.  I didn’t really have a reasonable story to cover the ‘most people’ slip up.  She asked again, “like more than 3 or 4?”  I could feel myself blushing a little bit.  “Yeah, I guess you could say that” I managed to say, but that only confused her more.  “Ten? Twenty? Fifty?  ‘Most’ of how many?”  I felt like the longer I let it go, the harder it would be to come clean later.  “Ok, this is going to sound weird, but I sorta have a blog.”  “A blog? About this? Get the fuck out?!”  All o could do was smile sheepishly and feel my cheeks turn red again.  She pulled out her phone immediately.  “What’s the address?”  After a couple minutes of trying to avoid doing so, and realizing that she wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer, I told her.  Funny thing is…  She has her own Tumblr.  And I gained another follower, right there as I was sitting at a bar with her.  So…  Hey Shauna… Welcome to the blog side of things too…

It’s a strange feeling knowing that somebody I actually know is going to be reading this.  I’m not sure how I feel about that yet… But I digress…

So, then I told her… About my/all of your theories as to why my boyfriend acted the way he did towards me.  At the end of it all, we made a couple decisions together:

The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him, or do anything that would make him think I was leaving him.  I had to prepare myself for the very real possibility that #1 above may have been true.  If it was, I told myself that I had to stop.  With everything. The other guys, the dating, the blog… Everything.  If he was legitimately unhappy or scared about this, I was done.  I was ready for the end of everything, and just going back to being me and my bf.

I needed to make sure the he knew I was willing to tell him those details I withheld before, I wasn’t actually lying to him by omission, and I had to make sure that he knew I was just trying to be playful with him, not a bitch.  I had to make it clear to him that I don’t want to drive him away by excluding him.

I had to prepare myself for the alternative too… What if he liked it?  What would that mean?  Should I withhold more details from him?  Should I tease him with the details over a longer period of time, just to watch him squirm?  What if he actually LIKED it when I was a little bit bitchy to him?

Shauna and I finished up with our drinks, and paid.  I thanked her for listening, and she thanked me for letting her in on the blog.  I drove home.  On my way, I called my bf, and asked him if he could come over, because I wanted to talk to him about something.  He agreed, but said that he had to drop off something at the post office before it closed, and he would head over after that.  (Again… hard to read…  Blowing me off? Completely innocent?)

Before he got there, I decided that I was going to make this night about him.  If it was true that he was feeling neglected recently, I was going to make sure he didn’t leave feeling that same way.  I went upstairs, and changed out of my work clothes, and into something more casual, but still a little flirty.  I just wore a pair of black and purple running shorts, and a white tank top.  I actually changed my bra too - to a black lacy one - and made sure it was visible on my shoulder, because I know that drives him crazy.  I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and went downstairs to start cooking.

I honestly had no idea what to make.  I didn’t have a plan until I looked through my fridge.  Had I known that morning that I was going to be making a spontaneous “impress the boyfriend” meal, I probably would have gone and got some steak or something.  I had none of that….  Soooo…  I had to improvise.  Ground beef?  Cheese? Sour cream? Tortillas?  Who doesn’t love some romantic tacos?  Ehhh… It wasn’t going to be the best, but it would do.

I was about 10 min away from being done cooking when he got to my place.  He came in, and asked what I was making.  We’re tacos alright?  “Yeah, sure”. (Again… Reading his thoughts about all this was either a complete exercise in futility, or me way over-analyzing things)

I got him a beer, and told him to relax on the couch until dinner was done cooking.  He did, and came over to the kitchen when I called him.  We each made a couple of super-delicious tacos, and sat down to eat.  I came right out and said it.  “I want to talk to you about a few things, and I need you to be completely honest with me, ok?”  He agreed.  “Are you upset at me?  About anything?”  He said no, and looked genuinely confused as to why I would ask.  I supposed that was a good start…  

I kept going…  “What about that other night, when you clammed up when I told you that asking about Alex was too personal?” He answered that he just assumed I didn’t want to talk about it.  I asked him, if that were actually the case - how would he feel about that answer?  He said it drove him crazy (I could tell) but he wasn’t mad.  I asked why.  “Because, I want you to do whatever you want to do with him” 

“But I thought you got turned on by hearing about what I do with other guys”. He assured me that he did, but that he is equally turned on by me knowing I have the power to do whatever I want, with whoever I want, and not feel like I need to be answerable to anybody for it, including him.  He would love to hear about it, but that was 100% my decision of and when I wanted to tell him, and that he was completely fine with that.  Hmmm.  Well that was interesting.  At this point, I felt pretty confident that we weren’t going down the path of option #1.

“So, what if I told you that it was ridiculously hot, and I’m absolutely going to fuck him again?”  He blushed, and looked down into his half eaten tacos.  Pretty sure we can throw out option #2 as well.  He didn’t look up at me for a few seconds… I could see his face was red.  He liked it.  We are definitely looking at a #3 or #4 scenario here…  I decided to push it further.  Just to see what his reaction would be.

“And…” I paused for a second. “he has a really big dick”. He groaned, loudly.  Bingo.  That was all I needed.  I stood up, and walked over to him, and sat on his lap, straddling him, with my arms around his shoulders.  He still wasn’t looking me in the eye, but I could see his cheeks were flush, and I could feel his cock was hard in his pants.  “Look at me” he glanced up at me for a second, but then away. “No, LOOK at me” I said again, and started to slowly grind my hips into his crotch.  He looked up again, and this time, held eye contact with me.  I just stared into his eyes. He looked back at me. My hips worked the front of his pants.  “I’m gonna fuck his big cock again… Whenever I want to… And if you are good, I’ll tell you about it, ok?”  He but his lip, and his eyes closed, he nodded, and I swear he must have been purple he was blushing so hard.

I climbed off of him. And pulled him by the hand towards the stairs.  Half of the tacos were still uneaten, but what the hell… They were just tacos… On the way upstairs, I saw my phone on my coffee table.  I stopped, turned around, went back, and grabbed it.  “I want to show you something” said, and opened up my text message screen as I came back and led him upstairs.  I laid him on my bed, and showed him the text from Alex from a few days before.  If he would have paid closer attention, he would have seen the date, but he just saw the text, and the name on top, and that was enough.  “What do you think?  Should I go over there tonight?”  I asked him, snatching my phone back from him, and putting it on my dresser.  He didn’t say anything, just stared back at me…  So I teased him.

I pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it aside.  “Should I ask him to bring his motorcycle over here and fuck me here tonight?”  He groaned again.  I pulled off my shorts, and crawled up onto the bed, straddling him again, in only my underwear, and pushed him back onto my pillow.  His eyes were closed.  His mouth was closed, and he was breathing rapidly through his nose.  “It’s all my decision, isn’t it?” He nodded again, quickly, without opening his eyes. Mmmm.  What a rush.  Power. Adrenaline.  Wetness.  I pulled his hands to my hips, and held them there as I started to grind on him again.  “Look at me”

He looked up at me, and I stopped moving my hips on him.  I wanted him to focus on what I was saying, not what I was doing.  “Well, my decision is to fuck you tonight.  A lot”. I leaned down, and kissed him.  He kissed back.  

The sex was good.  Honestly, not the best- but pretty good.  I think I had him too worked up, because he didn’t last very long the first time.  But the second time was better, and so was the third.  I wanted him to know that I wanted it to be about him that night.  I wanted to make sure he knew that even if I made all the decisions with regard to our sex lives, he was still very much a part of it.  And in pillow talk between fucking, I made sure to tell him that if he is ever, ever, uncomfortable about anything, then the only way I will be mad at him is if he doesn’t speak up.  (I still have a little soft spot… So sue me)

The next day, at work, he texted me.  “You were amazing last night”. It made me smile.  (Yeah, we are looking at #3 or 4 for sure by now…) At the same time, I knew that he didn’t want me to answer with something stupid like, “you were too babe, love you, xoxo”. So I just wrote back, “I know”.  He said “It is so hot to picture my girlfriend as a hot little nympho”. And then, right there, at work, I got an idea. I texted him back, “thanks. You just gave me a great idea for A Halloween costume this weekend”

You guys remember Karissa?  Remember how I said she has a good house for parties?  Well, Halloween was no exception.  She told me the week before that she and her roommates were planning on hosting again this year, and I said that of course I was coming, and would bring my bf too.  She was fine with that, of course.  So… I was going, I just had to figure out the costume thing.

Id like to take a minute here for a minute to say another thank you to all of you guys who suggested costume ideas for me and my boyfriend.  There were a lot of interesting ideas.  Cop and prisoner, angel and devil, soccer player and referee… and about 10 other combinations that I’m sure I’m forgetting.  So thank you all.  My favorite was actually a biker chick.  I was almost sure I was going to go as a biker chick, and I had plans to buy myself a fake leather jacket, chaps, skull t-shirt, gloves, and sunglasses… But by the time I had thought it out, it was Friday night, and I hadn’t bought anything yet, so when my be said “nympho” I just thought… “Yeah, I could pull that off”, and changed my mind right there.

He wanted to know what my idea was, but I didn’t answer him right away.  Mostly because I didn’t know exactly how I was going to accomplish it yet.  How do you dress like a nympho?  Super slutty everything?  Hang on every guy I see?  While that may be fun, I didn’t want to do anything overt like that.  I needed to figure out a way to make it more subtle.  How do you make a nympho more subtle?  I thought about it for a while, and when I got home from work, I opened my closet, and started pulling out old Halloween attire to see what I could put together.

I was having a hard time.  I don’t have anything overtly slutty in my wardrobe.  I know that may come as a shock to some of you, but I do have somewhat of a reputation to uphold.  I was a bit upset… I actually came really close to saying screw it, and going to Hot Topic or something to fake a biker chick outfit at the last minute, when I thought of a way to pull it off.  A nympho? How about just a nymph?  That could be easy… It was subtle-ish.  I had an old hippie Halloween costume that I wore about 4 or 5 years ago for Halloween, and there was a flower belt, and some flower leggings with that.  I figured I could just use those. I also had a pink flower-y looking waist belt, and a green dress.

A forrest nymph… Why not?  I decided I was going for it.  I just needed some kind of wings, and maybe a wand or something.  I will readily admit, that it wasn’t my best costume of all time, but it worked.  I called my boyfriend, and told him what he was going to be for Halloween… I told him to dress like a nerd when he came to pick me up. (A nerd Courtney? Really? Why?)

On Halloween, late afternoon, my boyfriend showed up at my place in his nerdy costume.  He hiked his pants up really high, had some suspenders, wore knee high striped socks, and got some fake glasses, and a pocket protector too.  Again… Not our best costume work ever, but we were improvising here…

He asked me what I was dressed as when he saw me… “Hippie? Fairy?”  “Nope… I’m a nymph…o.  Get it?”  He looked at me funny… “Then why didn’t you want me to be a nerd?”  “Because, if I’m a nympho, then somebody needs to be my little virgin, right?”  He laughed.  Well… I thought it was clever anyway. And we didn’t have time to change.  This was what we were doing.

I told him he had to drive to Karissa’s house.  He asked me if we wanted to get a cab instead.  “No, I want you to drive”. He didn’t argue, and we got in his car, and he started towards Karissa’s house.  He did, however, ask my why I wanted him to drive.  “Because you aren’t drinking tonight”. He was confused.  “Why?  Court, it’s Halloween…”  I just looked at him, and said “Tonight, you are a virgin… And so are your drinks.  You can either use the excuse that you are driving, or just don’t tell anyone that you are only drinking water. It’s up to you”  Then I thought a little more, and added, “Oh, and also… Because I said so, that’s why.”

Wow… As soon as I said that, I immediately wondered where it came from.  Did I really just do that to him?  He didn’t argue.  I liked it.  I’m pretty sure he did too.  He wants me to make the decisions… So I did.  No drinking for him.

The party was cool.  It wasn’t crazy or anything.  When my friends asked what my costume was.  I told them… “I’m a nympho… Oops!  I mean nymph!  And [bf] is my little nerdy virgin!”  Mostly, everybody just thought I was silly.  Which I was.  I will readily admit that our costumes (and the explanations of them) were a bit of a stretch.

I stuck to my guns though, about making my boyfriend stay sober.  I think I did it, just to see if he would.  He did.  He didn’t tell people he wasn’t drinking.  Only I knew.  I made him bring me his drinks all night long to taste test.  He drank gin and tonics (hold the gin) all night long.

I did not.  I had more than enough for both of us.  I got pretty drunk.

At the end of the night he took me home.  He was sober (which was my plan all along really - a DD for the ride home) and drove us right to my place.  We crawled into bed, and he was really horny.  He wanted sex, but I was drunk, and loving the power thing, so I kept it going…  I told him I wanted him to eat me first.  He crawled under the covers, and gave me oral… For a while.  I came.  Twice.  Mmmmm, it was good.  I don’t know if it was the booze, his eagerness, my horniness, the power dynamic, or what.  Probably all of the above.  I liked it.

He wanted more after that, but I wouldn’t let him.  “Not tonight baby… Wouldn’t want to take your virginity…”  

I rolled over, and passed out.

I woke up this morning, and all I’ve been thinking about all day - is what decision I’m going to make next.