Brady: Got your message baby, so happy for you. Sorry I can’t talk right now. Going into a meeting, don’t know how long I will be. Love you.
Brady hated misleading Jane but it was all for a good purpose. If anything went seriously wrong he knew Molly would have his back and rein in any negative thoughts Jane might have of their relationship. He could just see her start to freak out because they had not talked on the phone in a while, little did she know she would talk to him in person in just a short time.
Chapter 19
“He is cheating on me, I know he is. Molly what am I supposed to do?”
Molly listened to her friend freak out while flailing her arms about and pacing, practically naked in her room. Boy was she going to regret what she was saying right now. Brady called Molly a couple of days ago saying he wanted to surprise Jane but he needed her help. Molly came up with a great plan to throw Jane off by limiting the amount of calls Brady made to Jane. She suggested that she convince Jane to go out to Deuces since that was where they first met and he would be in the VIP area waiting for her with all their friends. She knew Jane would freak out but little did Molly know her friend would drive her up a wall with the constant questions about her and Brady’s relationship. She wanted to wring Jane’s neck.
Brady backed off a little with Jane because he was awful at keeping secrets and said he was too excited he might let something slip. So he kept their conversations to simple text messages and quick calls at night, if any. Because of that, Jane had the impression that he was either no longer interested or was cheating on her. Granted, that was how George wound up cheating on her so she understood Jane’s implications but she wanted to flick her friend in the head and shout he fucking loves you, moron!
“He is not cheating on you Jane, now get dressed. Albert is waiting on us and Luke is meeting us there I don’t want to be late.
Jane groaned. “I don’t even know why I agreed to going out with you tonight, I’m so not in the mood. I just want to sit on my couch, listen to ‘Chicken Soup for the Soul’ on tape and drown myself in pudding.”
“Jane that is so pathetic I can’t even take listening to it. You are not 80 years old with a crusty vagina now get dressed. I’m sick of staring at your underwear choice, even though I appreciate the red. It’s hot.”
“Thanks, it was a present from Brady, he loves picking out my under garments. What should I wear?”
“Wear that sexy red dress, the same one you wore when you met Brady. It will match your bra and thong perfectly. Although I have been examining that strip of fabric covering your lady cactus and I don’t even know if that falls under the classification of underwear. Seriously, you have become quite the slut and I’m loving it!”
Jane laughed, grabbed her dress and went in the bathroom. Brady asked Molly to make sure she wore that dress. He told her how he so wished he could re-enact that night because it got ruined by George. Jane was going to lose her mind when she saw Brady. Molly couldn’t wait at all to see her reaction. Jane stepped out of the bathroom looking sizzling.
“Damn chica! I might get a little frisky with you tonight.”
“It would be the most action I’ve had in weeks. Let’s go before I change my mind.”
***
Brady waited in the back of the VIP room Albert set up for the night. He decided that he was going to come up from behind and surprise Jane instead of waiting for her out in the open. It was going to be hard to not run up to her right when he saw her but it was worth the surprise. He received a text message from Molly saying they were five minutes away. Brady brought Michael, Marc and Austin, the rookie back home with him. They waited in the back with Brady as well.
Brady felt like puking and taking a leak at the same time. God, what was he so nervous about? It wasn’t like she would slap him in the face when she saw him. She would be excited, right?
Brady saw Molly walk in and then he spotted Jane. Damn. She looked dick throbbing good. She was by far the most attractive lady in the joint and she had on the dress she wore when they first met. It hugged her curves perfectly and gave her the most amazing cleavage he had ever seen. All he wanted at that moment was to bury his head in her chest. She did some kind of twisty concoction with her hair and stuck a red flower in the back. Yea, he would be ripping that out later and watching her hair fall over her shoulders.
Molly and Jane went straight for the bar and grabbed drinks. He watched every guy turn their gaze at Jane as she sashayed her way through the bar. It took all his energy not to go up to each and every one of the creeps and yank their heads off.
Albert called the girls over once they received their drinks and sat them down at his table with Jane’s back toward Brady. Perfect. Brady let them get their pleasantries over with and start a conversation before he came out from hiding so that Jane was distracted and didn’t notice him approaching.
He could not wait any longer, Molly lit up when Brady approached Jane which made him nervous, he needed Molly to stay calm and not give him away. He placed his mouth right next to Jane’s ear and whispered, “Fuck, Chuck or Marry; Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Matt Damon?”
***
Jane felt someone creep come up behind her as she talked to her friends and just hoped the creep was not going to linger around for too long. If he did, she knew Albert would take care of him. Then she heard Brady’s voice and her heart fluttered, she screamed and turned around.
There he was grinning like a fool at her as well as Michael and two other of his teammates. He flew out here to surprise her? Oh my God, and she had just bitched about him earlier, accused him of cheating on her. She was an idiot. She had never been so excited in her life. She missed Brady so much and just seeing him in person eased all the tension out of her body.
God he looked good. He wore some nicely fitted darker jeans and a button up shirt un-tucked with the sleeves rolled up. Mmm, she just wanted to rip his clothes off right there.
She jumped up, flung herself around him and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She felt her dress slide up to just under her ass but she didn’t care if she was showing her vagina at that point, her Brady was home. She captured his mouth with hers and kissed him senseless. She let out a slight moan in her mouth when his tongue slid against hers and played with her lips.
Molly shouted, “I’m going to start charging people to come in here to catch the soft porn act we have going on right here if you two don’t stop. I’m getting all hot and bothered just looking at you.”
Jane laughed and let herself down resting one hand on Brady’s chest while the other wrapped around his waist. She playful swatted him and said, “I’m mad at you.”
Brady looked at her with shock and replied, “What? Why? I fly out here to be with you and you are mad at me? What am I missing here?”
Jane laughed and said, “Because I’m assuming you have been here for a while and we could have at least fucked twice by now.”
Molly shouted, “That’s my girl, a round of shots on me!” Luke grabbed her from behind and made her sit on his lap.
Everyone gathered around the table as Brady made introductions. Jane was in heaven, she was in Brady’s arms with her friends at her side. Brady announced, “Who is ready to get wasted?”
Everyone cheered and the shots started rolling in. Jane looked over at Molly who smiled at her. Molly gave Jane a little wink. Molly clearly had something to do with Brady’s surprise, jeeze Jane thought they told each other everything. Although, she was glad Molly kept this a secret because it was one of the best surprises she had ever received.
Jane leaned back on Brady and he whispered in her ear. “You never answered my question pip-squeak.”
“Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Matt Damen? Are we talking Ocean’s Eleven here” Brady nodded his head. “Well then, Fuck Brad Pitt, marry Matt Damen and chuck George Clooney.”
Brady shook his head. “Wrong answer you should have said none of the above. I have you and that is all
that matters.”
Jane rolled her eyes. “Wow I didn’t know you were going to become a woman and make cheese dick comments like that when you went off to spring training.”
Brady laughed, squeezed her and turned her toward him. He stared into her eyes and all she saw was pure love coming from him. He loved her and it was the greatest feeling. This man would do anything for her and she had never felt luckier than at this moment right now.
He interrupted her thoughts when he said, “God, I’ve missed you.” He tucked away a stray strand of hair behind her ear and lingered his fingers on her jaw. He was just about to kiss her again when a shoe hit Brady in the shoulder, Albert’s shoe to be exact.
“You can pork later, come on we have some drinking to do,” Albert said.
Jane was irritated, now that Brady was here she just wanted to go back home but all their friends came out tonight for them. The least she could do was hang out with them for a while and toss back a couple of drinks.
Brady tossed Albert’s shoe back to him and said, “Alright the name of the game is Did You Just Queef?” Everybody stared at him like he had three dicks dangling off his head. He chuckled and said, “From the blank faces you are giving me I’m going to assume you have never played. This is how it works; it is a game of questions. You basically go around asking each other questions one at a time but they have to have some kind of sexual connotation to them and it has to be quick. You get two seconds to ask another question, if you don’t ask a question to someone in the allotted time then you must drink.”
Brady ordered a bottle of Jack Daniels and a shot glass. “The person who asks the questions and stumps a person gets to come up with a rule for the group. Everyone must follow this rule. No matter what, if you don’t, you must drink. Any questions?”
Luke asked, “When asking questions, do we have to go in order around our circle here?”
“No, no order at all. It’s all in the element of surprise and then when someone starts getting drunk it’s fun to focus your attention on them and make them drink even more. Since I introduced the game I’m going to start off with one rule, you must say the person’s name before you ask the question, that way we can avoid confusion. Is everyone ready?”
They all nodded their heads. Jane was excited. Her clever boyfriend taught them a drinking game. Oh boy, she needed to pull herself together. She fawned over him for coming up with a damn drinking game. Yup she was a goner. Brady started.
“Alright, Luke how big is your dick?”
“Jane, is my dick bigger than Brady’s?”
“Molly, remember when you showed me a picture of Luke’s dick?”
Molly gasped then said, “Brady did you know Jane described your dick to me in detail?” Jane could have stretched across the table and flicked her friend in the forehead. How embarrassing!
Brady laughed, “Jane do you have an infatuation with my dick?” Jane diverted the attention away from her.
“Albert do you even have a dick?”
Albert was caught off guard from the repartee and didn’t know how to answer. Jane replied, “I take that as a no.” Everyone laughed and Brady handed the first shot to Albert.
“Oh sweet banana hammocks, that was gross.” Albert shuttered from the taste. “And for the record I do have a dick and I will bet one ball sac and two tits that my dick is the biggest one at this table.”
Jane chuckled, “I know it sister. So I get to make a rule right?” Brady nodded. “Hmm, if you choose to laugh, you must snort like a pig instead.”
Molly cursed, “Fuck me, I will be oinking all night like a damn porker.”
Albert got to start the next round since he messed up. “Michael, do you have a man-gina?” Michael looked a little caught off guard but recovered quickly.
“Austin, have you ever tried blowing yourself?”
“Brady, are Jane’s tits really as big as you say?”
Jane swatted Brady, he oinked. Men! “Jane, are you upset I described your tits?”
“Michael, remember when you had man boobs when you were young?” Everyone oinked and Michael playfully scowled.
“Brady, how many woman have you fucked?” Hmm, Jane thought about that one, how many women had Brady actually had sex with? Jane only had three ever in her life. Brady’s had to be higher but she was too afraid to find out so she put that thought on the back burner.
“Luke, have you ever titty fucked Molly?”
Luke shook his head filled the shot glass with the powerful alcohol and took a shot. He then announced, “I only am taking this shot because I want the record to be known, yes I have titty fucked Molly and yes she got off on it.”
Everyone laughed-oinked. “I’m not ashamed to announce it, when you have a torpedo like his bobbing toward your face it’s hard not to cum on his command.”
Jane muttered under her breath. Brady chimed in, “Alright I get to make the next rule, no pointing.”
The game started up again. It was hard for Jane not to point at someone who laughed instead of oinked so she had to take some shots since she broke the pointing rule. Molly almost fell on the ground from laughing too much. Three more rules were installed in the game where you had to suck your beer bottle like it was dick after you asked a question, if someone yelled “yeast infection” everyone had to grab their crotch (thank you Molly) and the thumb master. Brady of course came up with that rule so whenever he put his thumb on the table everyone else had to place their thumb on the table leaving the last person to notice the grand prize of taking a shot. Rule penalties started to stack up and everyone got drunker and drunker.
Michael leaned his head against his chair; he got screwed over by the thumb master. Austin and Marc rocked back and forth unable to steady themselves. Albert wore his shoes on his hands. Luke and Molly made out like crazy in between questions and rule penalties. Brady was the only somewhat normal one and Jane found herself giving Brady a lap dance by slowly moving her ass in circular motions on his lap. She knew she was doing a good job because he was very hard underneath her.
“Alright one more round and then I’m taking this vixen home, she has me harder than a rock right now.”
Everyone oinked together. Brady made one last rule; you have to end every sentence with the word izzle. Brady began.
“Molly, Do you wax your ass-izzle?”
“Yeast infection-izzle” shouted Molly, everyone grabbed their crotch. By then Marc just held his crotch because he kept getting caught off guard.
Molly continued, “Marc, would you give your coach a blow job –izzle?”
“Albert, would you ever touch a pussy-izzle?”
“Jane, did you just queef-izzle”
Molly laughed, Jane pointed, Marc held his thumb on the table which left Michael to be the last one to pick up on it and Albert never sucked his beer bottle after he asked a question, Austin pointed at Albert because he didn’t suck his bottle, Molly shouted yeast infection, Luke pointed at Molly and said, “You didn’t say yeast infection-izzle izzle,” Jane pointed, Luke laughed at Jane for pointing which led Marc to point at Luke for not oinking, leading Albert to shout yeast infection-izzle, Marc forgot to grab his crotch, Michael rolled on the floor oinking when Brady put his thumb on the table, which left Michael unable to see the thumb once again which caused Jane to oink laugh, Marc pointed again and Molly just sat on Luke’s lap as she oink laughed and sucked her beer bottle.
***
Brady called the game off because they looked like a bunch of idiots and started to attract some major attention. Everyone rolled in their chairs as they laughed. Now was the perfect time to snag Jane away and head back to her place. He whispered in her ear, “Do you want to go back to your place?”
Jane straddled him and said, “No, I want to dance. I never got to fully dance with you last time we were here.”
Jane was completely drunk but he thought he might as well dance some of the booze out of her so she didn’t pass out on him when they got home. He had lots of pla
ns for them when they got home.
Brady led her out to the dance floor with her hands entwined in his. Brady was such a lucky man, all the guys stared at her and he knew they wished they were in his place. Jane pulled him close, one of his legs in between hers as she pressed her center against his. Brady instantly thought how we wasn’t sure he could last that long out on the dance floor. It had been a couple of weeks since he had been with Jane and he was very excited as he anticipated what would come of them when they finally got some privacy.
Jane wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed to the booming beat. Brady didn’t really have to do anything but move back and forth, Jane did all the work and made them look good. She slid one of her hands up his shirt and started playing with his waistline. He bent down so his lips were touching her ear.
“Babe, I would suggest you remove your hands from my pants or I might have to bang you right here on the dance floor.” Jane gave him a devilish grin and slid her hand down his pants briefly touching the head of this throbbing manhood.
Brady jerked away looking at his teasing girlfriend. “You’re in so much trouble when we get home, you hear me? You are getting a spanking.”
Jane put her finger in her mouth and faked a sad look. “Oh have I been naughty?”
Brady was just about to pick Jane up and haul her outside when he was practically tackled from behind. He went flying across the dance floor and ran into the bar chairs. What the hell? He turned around ready to punch the crap out of whoever just slammed into him when he saw Luke grinning like the Grinch at him. Then Luke grabbed him and tried to waltz around the club with him.
Oh Jesus, Brady needed to call him a cab. He looked over where Molly was rolling on the couch in the VIP area as she laughed hysterically, her skirt lifted so everyone got a good shot of her choice of pink underwear for the night.
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