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It was cold in the bedroom as she slipped out of her scrubs.  The show was about an hour’s drive into the city and she only had a little while to get ready.

A final decision: the black, cheeky panties her husband adored.  They were sensible, while the rest of her outfit—a plunging neckline, new stockings, the first night out in a long-coveted pair of shoes—might give one idea, she would know that she had chosen against the most daring options in her drawer.  Her husband grew quiet as he saw her dress, but this should have reassured him.

She was thrilled that Clay had asked her to join him at opening night.  Her husband enjoyed this sort of thing, but could hardly be expected to make the herculean effort to find such exclusive tickets, so she had resigned herself to catching it later, maybe on a family vacation for an off-Broadway run.  Then Clay called, remembering something she had mentioned at the Christmas party, and she jumped at the chance.

Her husband took the news in stride—happy that she was happy—even offering to take her shopping for something special for the occasion.  When she settled on the shoes, she kissed him on the cheek and slipped the blue credit card from his wallet.

—

Clay arrived, and, as she finished getting ready, her husband made him a bourbon and soda.  It was the first time the two men had met outside of her office’s functions, and her husband had thoughtfully asked her what Clay liked to drink so that he could offer a small token.  They stood as she entered the room, clearly taken with her.  

Clay offered his arm to her as they said goodnight to her husband.  Clay watched as she blew her husband a kiss.

—

She always got nervous at black tie events, and sure enough she nearly fell on the first stair.  She caught Clay’s hand just in time to avoid embarrassment; if she had been wearing her rings, she would have cut his palm.  He smiled and, to set her at ease, kept her hand the rest of the way up the stairs to the box and leading her to their seats.

The view was breathtaking, and she took a moment to simply appreciate the person who was showing her such kindness.  He wore his finely tailored suit the way another man might a t-shirt and jeans; it was clear that he was, somehow, most comfortable in settings like these.  She thought how lucky a girl would be to be shown the town by someone like him.  He could have asked anyone to be where she was.

As the first song began, she slipped her hands around his arm and beamed a smile of gratitude toward him.  For some reason, it felt more natural to leave her arm hooked in his for the duration, squeezing more tightly as the music swelled and released.

When he returned with drinks after the intermission, he whispered to her about their neighbors in the row ahead, holding her knee as he leaned over.  She laughed and buried her grin into his shoulder as the neighbors glanced back in their direction.  

“Excuse my friend, here,” Clay laughed, “she’s just had her first taste of bourbon.”  She giggled and gave him a playful shove before laying her head back against his shoulder as the lights drew down.

—

“The show was amazing, but now I have a splitting headache,” she texted her husband as Clay walked her to the car.  Her husband responded quickly, asking if she needed him to come pick her up.

“Don’t worry about it.  I don’t think I have the drive back in me tonight.  Clay is going to drop me off at a hotel around the corner, and I can take the train in the morning.  See you tomorrow, love.”

While Clay drove, she mapped out her next morning.  She had an extra set of scrubs and underwear at the office, along with a cosmetic bag.  She could text Michelle to bring another pair of shoes.

She slipped out of her dress as she entered the bedroom.  She walked to the bed, and, bending at the waist, she realized how cold it was in Clay’s apartment.

…‘cause his secret fantasy was potentially unfolding?…{blushing}…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

Graduation Party... OMG.

Hey everybody… Wow. What a week. I had two finals this week, and I graduated on Thursday. I am officially a college graduate. It feels pretty good, I have to say.

But, the purpose of this post is to tell you all what happened at my graduation party after commencement,

So, my whole family came up to see me graduate. It was so awesome to have them all there for me. I am the oldest of 3 siblings, and my parents were both there too. We actually decided to do a joint party, because my bf graduated also, and his family came up too. So after the commencement ceremony, my whole family and his whole family all got together, and did the party thing. I got lots of cards, some awesome gifts, and some cash too (yessss!). We had a barbecue, and grilled a bunch of food, and had all sorts of beer and wine for people… even had a cake with our names on it and a big graduation cap in the frosting.

Everything was going great, I was socializing, and thanking all of our families and friends for coming. We had a lot of friends graduate too, so some of them stopped in for a while, before heading off for their own parties, and then we have a bunch of friends that haven’t graduated yet, so they stayed longer and drank with us, played games, and did all the other stuff you do at graduation parties.

Well, I was having a grand old time, walking around, when all of the sudden, guess who shows up at my party… Brandon. Yeah, that same Brandon from the ski trip. The same Brandon that decided it would be a good idea to show up at my place unannounced while my boyfriend was there.

OMG. I had a little moment of panic. I’m standing there, right next to my freaking dad, and here is this guy showing up at my party that I cheated on my boyfriend with… multiple times. What the hell was he doing here? My whole family was here… My bf’s whole family was here. My mouth felt like I just ate a bag of cotton balls, and literally thought I might pass out when he walked right up to me. At first I thought I wanted to yell at him, to tell him to get lost. But then I realized that doing so would require me explaining myself to everybody at the party, and I didn’t feel like taking the chance of letting anything out. So I swallowed my tongue.

And then my panic gets about 10 times worse. He walked right up to me. What a cocky asshole. He said “hey Court, congrats!” And gives me a big hug, right there in front of my dad. I had to force myself to hug him back, but I thought I was going to die. And then my dad smiles and extends his hand to introduce himself, which he does, and Brandon introduces himself as “Courtney’s friend”. FUCK! Are you serious?!?

I fake a smile, and I’m sure my face is bright red as Brandon stands there talking to my dad about what he is in school for, and how long until he graduates (apparently he has one more year) and stuff like that. So I stand there watching this interaction, hoping I don’t actually have a heart attack at my own graduation party, and trying to think about why the hell Brandon would do this… And then, Brandon looked at me while my dad was talking, and just sort of did a casual smirk and nod in my direction. Didn’t say anything, just that sort of knowing, casual nod. I couldn’t breathe.

He knew exactly what he was doing! I can still see that nod he gave me, complete with that cocky little smirk. It’s burned into my memory of my own party. I remember it better than the Dean’s address at commencement, and it lasted 1/1,000,000th as long.

I had to leave… I just turned and left. I looked around for my bf. I don’t know why I did, but I wanted him to know about this happening at our party. Eventually I found him, and brought him close enough to see Brandon, who by this time was actually hanging out with a bunch of our other friends. He saw him and asked me “what’s he doing here?” I shrugged, and told him I didn’t invite him, which was honest. He just took a few deep breaths, told me not to worry, everything will be ok, and just to enjoy the party, which was much easier said than done.

My mom actually came up to me at one point and asked me if something was wrong… What the heck was I supposed to say? “Yeah mom, that guy over there fucked my brains out behind my boyfriends back, and now I’m panicking that everybody here will find out if he opens his mouth”? Of course I lied, and said that nothing was wrong. She said I looked a little stressed, and I “admitted” that I was just hoping that everybody was having a good time. She assured me that everything was great, and got me a glass of wine, which was her best idea all day.

So, there I am, in the middle of a party for my own graduation, and this guy that has known me, in the most carnal sense of the word - over and over again, is just casually hanging out with my friends and family, being buddy-buddy with my dad, and eating cake with my bf’s sister…

About then, I realized something. The nerve of this guy… The arrogance to show up at a joint graduation party for me and my bf… His attitude of apparently not caring about what he had caused the last time I saw him… His ability to have casual conversations while I was in a semi-panic… My boyfriend not going over to ask him to leave… And most of all, that damn knowing smirk/nod that he gave me…

It all turned me on.

…morning after…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

…beginnings…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

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