I called C last night to let him know what was going on; thankfully he and I reconciled our friendship about 2 months ago. He was both surprised and happy that Vince proposed but a little bit bummed that I didn’t give Vince an answer yet. My friends and family know that Vince and I love each other dearly but they - minus Vince - know where I stand on marriage; it’s not for me. I much prefer be dating someone for a really long time as I don’t need a legal document stating that my partner and I love each other.
Anyways. C and I decided to meet up for drinks and to discuss Vince’s proposal. C had arrived a few minutes earlier than I did and had a few shots waiting for me when I got to the table. I take the shots back to back to back to back as I explain to him everything that happened this past weekend. He said that he thought that Vince would have gone all out for the proposal but he did admit that it was sweet that there were flower petals - despite me wanting to clean everything up. I agreed although I much preferred just in the living room and no petals.
C had asked what I was going to do about the proposal and when I’d give Vince an answer. I said that I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was going to do about the proposal but he - Vince - and I will still spend the night at each other’s places from time to time. C looked a little concerned then asked if that meant that Vince and I would be having sex; I said of course we would….Vince and I are together but not together together. He didn’t look happy so I asked what he was thinking and he replied that he was hoping that he and I could pick up our sexual relationship.
I hemmed and hawed for a bit as I went into a reverie of how it was like when we had sex - there’s absolutely no way that I could possibly compare C and Vince sexually; they were both amazing in their own ways and I enjoy both of their penises - SEPARATELY…..I’m too old for shits and giggles like that. I reminded myself in my reverie that Vince and I were in no way “official” in any shape or form. After I took my fifth shot, I slammed the shot glass down…almost breaking it, realizing that I’d be toast if I had another shot. Fuck it, I thought, as I ordered another. I looked at C and told him just once more until I knew what my decision about Vince….tonight wasn’t going to happen because I was too drunk. He understood and respected that. I hugged him good night before I followed my friend out.
My friend knew to bring another one of our friends to follow with my car. I fell asleep before we got to my place….8 minutes away. It took seconds to wake me up and my friends followed me into my house. They dropped my purse, keys and shoes off at the door, plugged my phone into its charger in my room, left a giant glass of ice water by my bed as well as a bottle of aspirin and then made sure I was ok. I said that I was fine. I hugged them good bye, thanking them as they were heading out the door.
Once they left, I hopped in the shower, put on my comfiest pjs, went to the kitchen to get Gatorade. I downed it in seconds and realized that I needed to let C know I’m ok so I texted him and then turned off my phone as I needed to get some sleep. As I headed to my bedroom, I tossed the empty Gatorade bottle in the recycling can, went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, tossed my clothes in the hamper, and went to bed. As soon as I hopped into bed, I was out cold….and it was only 10:30 pm.
I don’t know how long I was asleep but I heard pounding on a door but thought it was my neighbor’s so I fell back asleep. Seconds later, I was woken up by the door pounding again and my name being yelled. I got out of bed, grabbed my phone and turned it on, went to the bathroom to quickly swish mouthwash and then opened the front door. The police and C were there. It was fucking cold as it was snowing so I invited everyone in.
I asked what was going on, the cops and C were all talking over each other to tell me what was going on. As it was 1 am and that I was annoyed as fuck, I told them to shut the hell up or I’m kicking everyone out. They all shut up. I asked if anyone wanted coffee and everyone said yes. I made it the semi old fashioned way; I tossed coffee beans on a baking sheet and tossed it in the oven at 400*. I let the beans roast for 8 minutes and once done, I took them out and ground the beans and started the pot.
As the coffee was brewing, C assisted me in getting coffee cups, sugar, spoons and heavy cream ready. The coffee was done so I took the tray of cups, sugar, spoons and heavy cream in one hand and the coffee pot in the other hand, C followed me into the kitchen. He put the tray on the sideboard and I grabbed a pot holder to put under the coffee and then I welcomed everyone for coffee.
Once everyone had gotten their coffee and sat down at the table with me. I asked C to explain to me what the hell was going on and why the hell they woke me up at 1 am. C said that he got my text letting him know that I was home and ok, he responded but didn’t hear anything back. So he texted me 5 more times - he knows that I respond right away but I didn’t; even after I get a call, I respond right away. After 2 hours of this and he hadn’t heard from me, C decided that he’d call the police near me to do a wellness check, hence why everyone was there.
I noticed the coffee pot was empty so I took the unused roasted coffee beans, ground them and brew another pot of coffee. It took no time to brew, thankfully. Got the coffee out and decided make everyone breakfast. Ugh.
I took out my cast iron pan and started frying bacon. As the bacon was frying, I grabbed 2 dozen eggs from the fridge and a bowl from the cabinet…seconds later the eggs were cracked, whisked and mixed with a splash of milk. The bacon was was done and put on a platter and in the oven to keep warm, tossed the eggs in the pan adding a little salt, pepper and dried basil. I took 2 clean baking pans, put slices of bread on pans and tossed them in my other oven on broil to toast the bread.
C came in to bring out the third pot of coffee, plates and utensils. Finally everything was done and plated; again C helped me bring the food out to the table. As everyone was eating, I was frustrated that everyone was still here so I finally asked if the cops are satisfied that I’m alive and well. They said that they’re THRILLED with my ability to cook so much food in so little time and that they LOVED my coffee but they’ll be satisfied about my safety once they see some ID. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I grabbed my license from my purse and my passport; they looked at both and said that they’re happy that I’m safe.
The cops finally left after I told them how to roast the coffee beans so they have their coffee taste like mine. After they left, C helped me clean up which was pretty easy as I have 2 dishwashers and just wiped out the cast iron pan….they don’t get washed as whatever is cooked in it flavors it.
It was 3 am by the time I started the dishwashers, C was passed out cold on the pull out couch in the living room. I went to the front closet - where I tossed my purse after putting my license and passport back - went into my purse, grabbed a condom and went back to the living room. I left the condom on the table, I took C’s jeans and tshirt off, I walked around the bed, stripped and crawled in beside him. He stirred but fell asleep and I followed suit seconds.
I woke up not long after falling asleep. I got up, went to the bathroom, washed my hands and brushed my teeth, grabbed some water and went to bed. When I came back, C was awake, sheet pulled back and he was stroking himself…it was a great sight to see. I climbed into bed and opened up the condom, easily rolling on it on C’s penis. He rolled me onto my back, spread my legs, he got into position and then asked me if I’m sure…I said yes.
In seconds, C slid inside of me. He took his time thrusting in and out of me…..fuck, he feels so good. He rolled me on to my stomach, grabbed my hips and started thrusting harder and faster…I was moaning his name over and over. In no time we came hard together and he screamed my name. We collapsed in each other’s arms, caught our breath and he eventually pulled out. He groaned and mumbled the word “fuck” under his breath. I knew that the condom broke but I didn’t react at all.
I reached out behind me and started stroking C; he was ready instantly. He rolled on to his back, I sat astride him then guided him into me. I slid up and down him as he held on so my clumsy ass wouldn’t fall. I was close to finishing so he rolled me on to my back and thrust in and out of me like the world was going to end…I spread my legs even further as he continued. I started to orgasm as he was getting close; he didn’t stop as I finished. As he came, I came again but even harder than the first time just seconds earlier.
He rolled over and fell asleep. I got out of bed and took a shower. After I got out and got dressed, I took an emergency contraceptive AND my birth control as I’d forgotten to take my birth control a few times this week. C isn’t quite the snoop but I hid the packaging just to be safe. I put my towels and sheets from my room in the washer. I woke up C and told him that I received a message from Vince that he was heading over in the next 30 to 45 minutes. He shot up, went to his small drawer for fresh clothes, took a shower, got dressed and put his dirty clothes in a plastic shopping bag. I told him to check my entire place for his stuff as I emptied the dishwashers. Minutes later, he came back and said he was good. He kissed me on the cheek and left.
I washed the sheets from the spare room and the towels to start a new load. By the time I was done with making my bed, Vince had arrived and used his key to come in. I stopped at the washer to toss the sheets and towels into the dryer then I went to greet Vince. I hugged him before I noticed that he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. I gently placed my hand on his neck and guided his head closer to me. I kissed him so passionately that he’d dropped the flowers onto the floor and wrapped me in his arms. Then my phone chirped. He said that he’d get a vase while I take care of what I needed to. I was glad to see it was my brother and him thanking me for the ride home the other day.
We met in the kitchen; he’d opened a bottle of wine and had some cheese and crackers ready. I stood on my tip toes to kiss him to thank him for bringing wine and cheese and he leaned down to accept. He broke the kiss, grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom. We stripped off of our clothes, climbed into my bed, started kissing again; our hands exploring the other’s bodies. He reached down to my apex with one of his hands to see how ready I was for him.
He growled and rolled me onto my side, slid right behind me, moved my top leg a little bit and thrust into me. I moaned his name and that's all it took for him to start thrusting deeper and deeper into me. He wrapped his one arm around me to bring me closer to him and I placed my leg over his to open up a little more for him...his penis at this angle and in this position was a little uncomfortable. With his one arm around me, he reached up to my breasts to play with one nipple at a time. My juices began to drip down his throbbing penis...we both knew I was close. As I turned my neck to face him and kiss him, he slid his other arm underneath me...we started to kiss as he was massaging and squeezing my breasts, I tried to open my hips a little bit more for him to be fully able to slide his penis in me but I was too distracted and he slid completely in me anyways; I moaned. A few thrusts later, we orgasm together....laying like this for a little bit until I know that he's fallen asleep.
I get up, throw on an old baggy shirt and head into the kitchen. I munch a little bit on the cheese before putting it into the fridge and put the topper in the wine, leaving the bottle where it was. As I was cleaning up a little bit in the kitchen and toss the paper towels, I see the foil pack from the emergency contraceptive kind of on the edge of the garbage can from earlier. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! I tell myself. I grab it and put it in a paper towel and then place the wad in the garbage can. I then head a few steps to the flowers that Vince put in the the vase for me and add the flower food when I noticed the card.
The card said:
"You are my love, you are my life. I can't imagine my life without you as I'd be lost without you. I love you forevermore.
Vince"
I knew what I had to do. I was walking fast to get back to my bedroom to wake Vince to tell him but I took a turn down the hallway to fast, the rug shifted, I fell both hearing and feeling my left forearm snap before passing out.
I don’t know how long I was unconscious for - who does? - and woke up a bit later in the hospital. I remember breakfast with C and the cops, a little snack before Vince arrived and had very little wine when I had a little bit of cheese. I know me - and you know me very well, my beloved readers - I get a bit clumsy when I get tired.
Minutes later the doctor showed up and introduced himself to me and explained that when I landed and broke my arm, it was a clean break, didn’t need any surgery to realign the bones and told me that I got the “fancy” cast; the kind that’s 3D printed to fit the contours of my arm. The doctor told me that I can shower with it and that I do NOT need to cover it at all like the old school casts from when I was growing up, I’d have an interesting tan once the cast came off and that I should be fine with Tylenol and Advil for the pain but if not, I should come to the office and he’d give me some kind of shot that’s similar to a cortisone shot. He explained that he doesn’t often write prescriptions for narcotic pain relievers as he believes that people need to try over the counter meds first; when OTC meds don’t work, he prescribes only 2 pills every 3 days so people have less of a chance of taking more than necessary. He explained that all my bloodwork was fine (I asked if I was pregnant and he said my hormone levels were fine) and he said that they did a CT scan to see if I had a concussion from when I fell and that was negative as well. I said that it’s fine, signed my paperwork, got unhooked from all the machines and I headed to designated waiting area.
Both C and Vince were there waiting for me. Apparently I looked confused so C explained that he’d called me while I was unconscious and in the hospital, Vince picked up and told C what happened…C had to explain where I kept my insurance card as Vince couldn’t find it in my wallet; Vince shared with C which hospital I was going to and C drove over.
Since Vince came with me in the ambulance, C drove us back to my place and invited them both in; they both accepted. I excused myself to take a shower and put on comfy clothes, Vince and C cleaned up the mess I made as well as ordering take out. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, my phone charger, a bottle of Advil and headed to the couch. As soon as I stretched out, I realized that I still had my contacts in so I got up, went to the bathroom to start the process. It was a little painful to use my hand from the arm that was broken…put on my proverbial big girl undies, sucked it up and dealt with it for all of 3.5 seconds.
On my way down back to the living room, I went to the linen closet to grab a blanket and a spare pillow. As excited as I was to take some Advil and a nap, I took my time. The guys had set up plates and stuff in the living room - knowing full well that I don’t allow food in my living room - but I didn’t care at this point in the day because I was tired, my arm was beginning to hurt, I was hungry and more importantly, I was tired.
I was glad to see my brother come in the door and with the food but also annoyed. Apparently the “boys” thought it was wise to involve my brother in the debacle of a day. I got a look from my brother but I didn’t care for. He has a friend who owns an Asian restaurant so he brought food from there with the well wishes from the friend. I hugged my brother and thanked him for helping out with the food. My brother being my brother knew that I just wanted soup so he opened it up, told me to belly up to the table and eat. Both C and Vince were SO confused, threw glances at each other, my brother and then me so I told them that my brother knows what I want and need before I even know what I want and need and THAT is why he’s older than me. The giggled, let it go and started eating.
I finished my soup, took 4 Advil - which my brother saw, of course - laid down on the couch, put on the blanket and passed out. Either I was sleeping heavily or the guys were quiet but either way…I didn’t hear them talk or clean up. The next thing I knew was that the pain in my arm woke me up, saw the guys all on air mattresses on my living room floor, walked around them as quietly as possible, ate a banana, took an Advil, went to the bathroom, chugged more water, grabbed an ice pack and went back to the couch to fall back asleep.
Vince had woken up while I was up and had quietly converted the couch into a bed, grabbed more blankets and another pillow. Once he saw me get comfortable, he joined me. I whispered to him that he needs to keep his hands to himself as I need my sleep more than anything else. He called me an adorable grump and promised that he’d behave himself as he held me. I chuckled and fell asleep in seconds.
Hours later, I woke up in my own bed in my own room. I checked my phone for texts and calls but nothing. On the dresser by my bed, the guys left me a note saying that they cleaned up my place, did my laundry, told me that they called the doctor to give him an update, did grocery shopping and put some manly stuff at the bottom of my area rugs so they nor I wouldn’t slide anymore. I chuckled and grateful that they took care of me without hovering….too much!
I called my boss to explain the situation and that I was staying home from work for the day, my boss told me that I can take the next 2 weeks off and that I’d get my full regular pay. I was shocked and thanked him profusely; he said that it’s important to him that the employees get AND take the time they need to recover from an illness and other medical issues because in the long run, it helps the morale of the employees. Once we got off the phone, I went through the saved special occasions cards that I had, selected one that suited the situation, wrote a quick but grateful note, sealed it up and asked my neighbor to come on over to pick it up from me and put it in the mail for me; told my neighbor that I’d some cookies I’d made in the freezer for her payment. She was grateful for the ‘payment’ as she knows that I’m the ‘Queen of Cookies’….I always make cookies from scratch and store them in the freezer for situations like this (as well as for holidays but that’s another story for another day).
By the time she came back, I gave her a few pounds of cookies from the freezer. Her eyes were so wide. I explained that she does so much for me when I’m at work and other errands for me that I’m so appreciative of her, she deserves it! She thanked me on her behalf, her husband’s behalf and her 2 kids’ behalf. We hugged and then she left.
I called my brother to thank him for everything and let him know how I was doing but I got his voicemail so I left a message. I did the same for C, Vince and the doctor….this time I stayed awake and my phone on just in case one of them wanted to reach out to me or in case the doctor called.
The doc called first; I told him that I was sleeping a ton, was taking it easy on my broken arm, taking Advil when needed and using ice packs as well. The doc suggested that I take the occasional Tylenol if I had break through pain, napping isn’t necessary but still a good thing and was happy that I was using ice.
My brother called back and we spoke for a few minutes. He was happy that I wasn’t in too much pain, he was happy that I spoke to the doctor and offered to be the go between me the doc in case I’d taken a nap. Loved the idea so I wrote a brief note stating who I was, the injuries and if the doc didn’t hear back from me 30 minutes from his call or text, he’s allowed to call and discuss it with my brother and then my brother would stick his head in on me to let me know. Once done, I faxed it over to my doctor.
C called back and it was a super short conversation as he was heading to his car to head home. He was happy to hear that I was alert and chipper, feeling pretty good and asked if I needed anything; I said I was fine and if there was something major, I’d let him know.
Vince was the last one to call me back. He was done with his errands and visiting with family….he asked if I wanted company and I said sure. When we got off the phone, I showered, brushed my teeth, hopped into some sweats and made an attempt French braided my hair. By the time I came downstairs, Vince was letting himself in. He dropped his overnight bag, placed more flowers on the table, took 2 giant steps over to me, put his arms around me, picked me up and kissed me. I giggled and kissed him back. He put me down - carefully - picked up the flowers, took care of them and brought them back into the living room. I brought his bag up into my room and came back downstairs.
Vince was in the living room with a peanut butter and banana sandwich and a glass of orange juice for me and leftover Asian food for him. He’d set up one of my favorite movies for us to watch as we ate. If I hadn’t said it recently, I’m saying it now….I love Vince. About half way through the movie, he paused so he could clean up, get us some wine and turn the couch back into a bed.
Once we both stretched out and were comfortable, we ended up turning off my tv, told Vince that I’d rather us just hold each other and fall asleep. He said that he was more than happy to as he loved me more than anything.
