Your Beautiful Girlfriend Is Away For A Bachelorette Weekend With Her Friends. You Know She’s Going

…crossing a line…<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.

restlesslibido: Tonight’s the auction. Everyone going up on the block is supposed to wear pink, in line with the charity’s branding. This is all the pink she has. The t-shirt is from a friend’s bachelorette party. It’s soft and baggy, with the word squad written across the front in silver letters. The miniskirt is something she bought herself on impulse not long after we first started dating. She wore it under a long overcoat and made sure to arrive after me, so she could watch me watch her take her jacket off. The last time she wore it was out to drinks with some people from my work, spending the entire evening chatting with my co-workers and remaining torturously out of reach. That is, until, half-mad with lust, I followed her into the candle-lit bathroom and took her against the sink. That was a year ago. Since then, it has hung, forlorn and forgotten, in the back of her closet. So what do you think? she says and she does a turn. The twinkle in her eye tells me she knows exactly what I think. It’s such a shame you won’t be able to make it, she adds, giving me a pout. Unavoidable work obligation. I grit my teeth. It is, I say, but I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time anyway. And raise lots of money, she says. Undoubtedly, I say. She gives me a chaste peck on the cheek, then turns to go. Don’t wait up, she says.

…might be a long wait…{blushing}…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.