We were out with friends last night and the topic of booty calls came up (as they will), which prompted my husband to launch into a story about one of our ill-fated booty calls.
It was when we first got back together again. We were both still living at home and times when a house would be empty were few and far between. I got a call at around noon on a Saturday that his parents had taken his grandparents to a matinee and lunch. The house was empty! We weren't sure how late they would be but we figured we had at least three hours. Because who would be done with lunch and a show by 12:30??
We are up in his bedroom and ripping off each other's clothes, they get tossed around. We both just get naked and we hear the garage door open.
We freeze, lock eyes, and panic! Mr. McKay is redressed in about 3.5 seconds. I am still kneeling on the bed, fully naked, and I cannot locate one stitch of clothing.
I start to laugh, uncontrollably. He starts yelling at me, "Why are you still naked?"
We are out of time. By now his parents are downstairs with his grandparents. His very WASP-y, conservative, and frowning upon pre-marital sex grandparents. The upstairs overlooks the living room, so we are in full view when we open the bedroom door and step onto the landing.
Four sets of eyes look up at us. I try to pull my sweater closed as my bra never made it back on, it hastily got shoved in my purse.
His mom is shooting daggers at us with her eyes. His dad is trying to cover a smirk with his hand and his grandparents look up at us in confusion. Mr. McKay feeds them a line of BS about wrapping Christmas presents.
His parents know this is not true, as it is not Christmas Eve-- my husband's usual day for Christmas shopping, and there are actually no presents up there. But his grandmother mutters something about how sweet and thoughtful he is. I nod a hello, but no words ever leave my mouth and we dash out the front door.
We've all had these moments, right? Sneaking around, coming dangerously close to being caught in the act. Looking back there was really no harm in what we were doing. The stakes were higher because my future MIL didn't want her parents to know we were fooling around in the house. But in truth there would have been no dire consequences if we were caught-- just ten or so years of awkward holiday dinners.
When I was writing Loving Lena I had already given Wesley and Lena a backstory in Emmaline's Groom. I wanted to stick with what I had already said about them. Lena is married to another man, but in love with Wesley.
Where would they have been carrying out their affair. Surely, not stolen moments while their families were at matinees. Then I remembered that they are both from money-- where would one have an affair with gobs of money at their disposal?
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1 week ago
Haha! so funny! I can picture their faces and Mr.McKay's father's smirk, especially! Hilarious!
ReplyDeleteIt's funny now... not so much then.
DeleteWesley is a naughty naughty man...why can I see you walking out of the bedroom by the way???
ReplyDeleteGotta love that Wesley ;)
Deletegiggle giggle giggle! Mr. Rose likes the sneaking around having sex in places we might get caught, so we've had a lot of those moments, but I guess you could say they were more intentional...
ReplyDeleteUgh, I could not imagine doing that on purpose! Clearly, I am not an exhibitionist.
DeleteROFL, I can see a bra strap hanging over the edge of your purse, dying to give you away
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