
this time tho we couldn’t find our clothes in time. he found a shirt and pulled that on but i was still butt-booty naked by the time they knocked again. i yanked the blanket up to my neck and acted like i was sleeping & my ex had the blanket over his lap cuz all he had was a shirt. then the door opens & i heard him go “i’ll meet you in the kitchen, i’ll meet you in the kitchen” and i look in horror as his mom walks in carrying a slice of cake, singing happy birthday. continued in next comment
his little brothers followed behind his mom, also singing happy birthday. meanwhile i’m naked under the covers trying to act nonchalant and sleepy while having the blanket pulled up to my neck and so worried that they’ll want to sit on the bed or linger and his whole family is gonna see my birthday suit. they left after not too long but i think his mom knew what was going on