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All for the Birthday Girl

Wow. Just wow.

That was, hands down, the most intense, powerful, and downright dirty birthday party I have ever had!

I woke up on Monday morning to a call from my boyfriend. Originally, I was planning on hanging out with him all day, but after last weeks admission that he wanted me to spend my birthday with Brandon, those plans changed. When I answered the phone, he said, “good morning beautiful, happy birthday. How are you feeling?” And I told him I felt great, and that I couldn’t wait to tell him about how hard Brandon fucked me for my birthday present.

We had planned to spend the day together, and we were thinking of going on a hike, and then to lunch and a movie or something, so he also had the whole day off. But we really couldn’t continue with those plans anymore, since Brandon agreed to come over, so i asked him what he planned to do instead. He told me that he was probably just going to stay home and wait for me to call him. I teased him a little, and asked if he was sure about that, because it would likely be a really long time before I called. He told me he was fine with that, and said he wanted me to take all the time I wanted and enjoy myself.

So I did. When I got off the phone, I made myself some coffee and waffles for breakfast, and after I ate, I texted Brandon to tell him that he could come over anytime. He answered me back that he would be at my place in a couple of hours. So I took a shower, and shaved my legs and armpits like normal, but while I was shaving, I decided to take it a little further.

So, normally I try to keep the downstairs trimmed nicely and tidy, but I’ve never really gone all he way with it before. Well, I decided to on Monday. I don’t know why I decided to do it. Maybe it was just to be different, maybe it was to be the “bad girl” that my boyfriend apparently wants me to be… I don’t really know why, but I decided to just go ahead and shave everything off. It took a little while to get done, because let me tell you… If there is one place that you do not want to cut yourself while shaving, that is it. So I did it. I did a pretty good job of it too. It looks good. Would I do it again… Maybe. Let’s see how this goes for a while.

When I got out of the shower, iI put on a Tshirt and shorts for a while as I did my makeup. I figured that this “bad birthday girl” thing was going to be a theme for the day, so I might as well look the part too. So I went a little more dramatic on the makeup than I usually would. Not like outrageously slutty or anything, just something more suited for a Friday night out dancing, rather than a Monday morning. He wants me to look hot, remember?

I looked at my phone as I was finishing up my makeup, and Brandon had actually left me a voicemail. I don’t know how it missed the call, but I swear my phone never rang, and it was beside me the whole time. Anyway, I listened to it, and he said that he was on his way over, and that he would be there in 20 min. That was a lot sooner than the original “couple of hours” he had said before. I had this dirty little fantasy in my head of wearing the lingerie my bf bought for me when I opened the door for him, but really I didn’t have te time for that now. I hurried downstairs and cleaned up my kitchen a bit from breakfast, and right as I was about done, he knocked on my door.

What a rush. Here I was, on my birthday, freshly clean, shaved, and made up, about to open my door and invite a guy into my house that wasn’t my boyfriend, and most definitely wasn’t there to play Yahtzee. I would be lying to you if I didn’t tell you I was already more than a little turned on.

I went to the door and opened it for him. He didn’t exactly take the same amout of time to get ready that morning that I did. He hadn’t shaved, and had some noticible stubble going on, and he wore baggy shorts, flip flops and a dirty shirt. No matter. They wouldn’t be on for long anyway.

When I opened the door he said “good morning Court, happy birthday. I brought your present.” And he grabbed the front of his shorts. Total class. I laughed a little, and rolled my eyes a bit but I told him to shut up and get inside. He came in, and I closed the door behind him. He then said something to the extent of “So, you’d rather spend your whole birthday with me rather than [bf]?” And I said “well, it’s his dumbass fault for having to work today (even though he wasn’t) - you got off, so you get me”

He asked me what I wanted to do, and when I shot back a “what do you think I want to do?” He said “well, you texted me, you know the rule”. But then I told him I wanted to do this a little different today, because it was my birthday, and told him to sit down for a while, because I actually had a present for him. He asked what it was, but I told him to sit down and be patient, and he would see. I ran upstairs to my room, and pulled out the birthday lingerie.

It is such an incredibly unique feeling to experience, I can’t even really describe how I felt putting it on. It was some sort of mixture of pride, lust, debauchery, evilness, taboo, selfishness, and heat. It was incredible. Knowing that I was putting on lingerie that my boyfriend had bought me, but never seen me in before, for the sole purpose of using it with another guy. My head was spinning, and I was so incredibly turned on.

When I came out of my room, I walked slowly back downstairs to my living room/kitchen area. Brandon was sitting on the couch looking at his cell phone, but as soon as I turned the corner he looked up, and his jaw just dropped. I wish I had a picture of his face. Priceless. I went right into the sexy-catwalk kinda modeling for him, and turned around a few times to give him the full view. He just sat there and stared, and kept saying “are you serious?” About 20 times, over and over again. He asked if this was his present, and I said yes, sorta… I told him the lingerie was actually a birthday present for me from my boyfriend, but that he hadn’t seen me in it yet. Brandon loved that! After that, while I was still doing my little modeling routine, he said “you’re dirty”. And all I could do was shrug and smile playfully at him.

He had his shirt off in no time, and his pants were off shortly after that. He told me he wanted me to keep the cami on, cause he thought it was hot, so I did. We went at it. There wasn’t the same “you start” - “no you start” drama there was in the past. We just both went for it like we knew what we were doing… Right there in my living room. On the couch, on the floor, over the back of the couch… It was great. And that was just the first session. It drove him crazy that I shaved for him. Every other time I was with him, I just trimmed. Not this time. We probably went at it for close to an hour, in various states of intensity ranging from heavy petting while catching our breath to getting my hair pulled while he was behind me and I was bent over the couch.

At one point, my phone even rang. I panicked for a minute, thinking it might be my bf telling me to stop… But it wasn’t. Turns out it was actually my mom, calling to wish me a happy birthday. I didn’t answer. I figured that it was best to let it go to voicemail than risk her hearing something. Brandon thought it was funny.

Brandon was rough. Like, he knew what I wanted for my birthday present. Heck, I was even the one who told him ass much over text. He did just that. I can honestly say that nobody, him included, ever slapped my ass so much in one week as he did that morning. I probably got 23 birthday spankings 5 or 6 times before it was done. I didn’t even try to stop him.

By about 11, I was completely exhausted, and starving. (Side note - sex burns a ton of calories!) so I asked him if he wanted to get something to eat. He said ok, so I went up and changed out of my lingerie (I know, sad, huh?) and back into regular clothes. I didn’t shower or anything. Probably a bad move, as you’ll see later. We jumped in his car, and went to get some lunch, but my butt was so sore that I had to sorta sit sideways in the chair, on my hip facing him. He thought that was funny.

We grabbed some food really quick in a drive through, just in case anybody inside knew either of us, and brought it back to my place to eat. We didn’t get very far before we were at it again. It started on the kitchen counter, but - while it sounds fun - that was actually really uncomfortable. Particularly when my butt still was sore. So, we sorta migrated upstairs to my room. Go time again. It was hot, and sweaty. My room has a window air conditioner, but we were both a little too busy to go turn it on, and at noon or so in August, my bedroom gets pretty warm. We didn’t care. It was raw, it was rough, and it was animalistic. I have never sweated so much during sex. It was great. I don’t know how many times we went at it… 4 or 5 maybe. It felt like it was on, then rest enough to catch our breath, get some water, grab another condom, (yes, still use condoms) and then right back at it again.

He is mean during sex. He said things that would make a sailor blush. It’s part of the reason I like it actually. But that afternoon, he took it to a new level, and I let him. He started calling my boyfriend an idiot, and saying he didn’t know what I needed. At first i was sorta taken aback, as the whole reason that this was happening was that my bf wanted it too. But then again, Brandon didn’t know that at all, so I let him continue to think that he was such a big stud. I even played along when he prodded me to say things too… Like how I needed him to fuck me because my boyfriend couldn’t do it right… Stuff like that. He liked that. It seemed to make him more aggressive, which, in turn, made me a little more compliant, and which I liked. I’m not gonna lie.

At about 4:00, I was exhausted. Like literally couldn’t get out of bed. I told him that my bf was going to be off soon, so he had to go. He reluctantly agreed, and after getting dressed he left. I managed to get some underwear and a sleep shirt on, and I passed out in my bed. I guess I wasn’t planning on that. I probably should have gotten up and taken a shower, but I wasn’t exactly thinking straight. I slept.

I woke up about 6pm when my phone rang. It was my sister… Another call wishing me a happy birthday, and another one I let go to voicemail. I called my boyfriend, and told him I was done, and that he could come over. He said that he would, but that he wanted me to get dressed for dinner. Apparently he had reservations at 6:30, and was only minutes away from calling and canceling them if I hadn’t called him. I told him that I’d rather just go to dinner another night, but then he sorta came clean and admitted that he had been planning a birthday dinner for me, and had invited all my friends, and that they were all supposed to meet us at my favorite restaurant/bar downtown. How do you say no to that? So I agreed, and told him to come pick me up, and by the time our phone call ended he was already about 6 blocks away, and I had to get ready fast.

So, just to recap here, I had just spent the better part of the day getting my brains fucked out in a ridiculously hot bedroom, while sweating something fierce and getting my hair pulled and makeup ruined… A dinner out with my best friends on 10 min notice?!? What could go wrong?

I did a mad dash around my room and bathroom, trying to fix my hair and makeup as best as I could, and grabbed a red tank top and black skirt to wear, and my bf was coming in my door right as I was running downstairs trying to put earrings in and avoid falling down the stairs and breaking my neck also. I told him to be careful tonight, because I was really sore, and gave him a peck on the lips before grabbing my purse and heading out the door. On the way to the restaurant, I told him all about how sore I was, and how Brandon absolutely loved the lingerie he bought me… He got so turned on, that I had my hand on his crotch as he was driving and I was telling him everything that had happened that day. I actually felt bad when we parked, because he was hard as hell, and I just had to zip him up and give him a little pat because we were so late.

Dinner was great. It really was. I got to see a lot of my best friends, as well as some that I hadn’t seen since graduation. It was really sweet of my bf to plan everything for me. I hung out with everybody and had some drinks and caught up with old friends. We stayed out till about 11:30, which is saying something, considering I had to be up early for work yesterday. For some reason, I did a lot of standing that night - sitting was still a bit uncomfortable for me.

The absolute funniest thing that happened all night happened after dinner when I went to the bathroom. My friend Karissa happened to be in there at the same time as me, and she wished me a happy birthday, and gave me a huge hug, and then, as she was moving away, she stopped for a second, and leaned back into my neck and sniffed. I didn’t really know what to think… But then she whispered to me “Courtney, you smell like hot sex.” I probably turned 8 shades of red… If she only knew. She saw me blush, and smiled and said “yeah birthday girl! [bf] is treating you right!”

She was half right.

Part 2

…who’s call, ultimately, is it?…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.