I didn’t even look through the peephole. I knew it was her. I could sense her presence, even on the other side of the heavy metal object. So I swung it open without any shyness of the semi-erection tenting my shorts as it became a full hard-on.
“Hey,” she said sweetly as I pulled the door open. Her voice was soft and laced with the temptation of a sugary snack. The self-control I had been grasping onto was completely, utterly gone. I yanked her into the living room, slamming the door behind her.
A split second later, my mouth was on hers, desperate to taste her. She only gasped for a moment and then melted against me, snaking her arms around my neck and kissing me back with as much enthusiasm as I had.
“I gave you a key. You don’t have to knock,” I muttered while our lips remained melded together.
“I didn’t want to startle you.” The sound of her voice was muffled from my tongue inside her mouth.
“You might not like surprises, but I freaking love them. Especially if the surprise is you.” I kept consuming her with a hunger I hadn’t felt since I was a horny teenager. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out without an explosion happening in my shorts.
Still fused at the mouth with passionate kissing, I lifted my feet and shuffled them in the direction down the hall toward my room, guiding her along with me. Once we crossed the threshold of my bedroom, my lips left her mouth to show attention to her neck and her collarbone. I slipped my hand along the bottom of her cotton shirt and caressed the smooth skin across her abdomen. She quickly pulled the garment over her head and stood before me in her bra.
Her hair was tousled, and her lips were swollen. I guess I had my fingers in her hair at some point, and I was uncontrollably giving her some bruising kisses. But my God, she was beautiful. She was the prettiest woman I had ever seen, and it wasn’t just my erection talking. I wanted to worship her.
I slowed my frantic affection and gently pecked her belly with my lips, moving up her body, eventually letting my tongue roll across the skin of her collarbone. She whimpered quiet moans, which I seriously thought were the sexiest sounds I had ever heard. While still showering her with light pecks, I reached around her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts were released, and I pulled her with me down to my bed.
The aching in my shorts throbbed, but I reminded myself that I needed to hold off addressing my needs. I wanted to make her feel special and provide her unbelievable sensations first. I freaking loved everything about her body, and I wanted to show her my appreciation. I commenced the gratitude I held for her by showing adoration to her breasts. I swirled my tongue around the sensitive peaks and squeezed them between my thumb and index finger because I knew how much she liked that.
I loved that she was wearing a skirt because I could reach up beneath it and have ready access to her warm folds that were swollen with desire. Pushing her panties to the side, I slid my finger into her tight channel. She arched her back and wiggled beneath me. More of those sexy mewls escaped from deep in her throat, so her body was responding favorably. But that wasn’t enough. I needed to give her explosion after explosion of pleasure. So I withdrew my finger and resumed kissing her abdomen while I unbuttoned her skirt and pushed it down along with her underwear.
She pulled at my T-shirt while I removed her clothing from the waist down. I readily whisked my shirt over my head while she tickled along my chest with her fingers. I continued the trail of kisses down her abdomen and forged onto her inner thighs. She pulled at my hair, no longer able to reach my chest, since I had traveled too far down her body.
The temptation was too great, with her most sensitive nub now right in front of me. So I let my tongue slide over it. She responded with a flinch but let out a loud moan at the same time. I took that as a sign that she enjoyed it. So I let myself have more of a taste. When I provided the lightest of suction, she screamed my name. I inserted one finger and then two as I continued my focus on her tantalizing, and now engorged, fleshy piece of tissue. She bucked against my mouth, but I held on while she rode out her orgasm. She even begged, pleaded, and shouted, “don’t let go” as if I had that intention. Witnessing her fall apart right before me was the biggest turn-on I had ever experienced.
When her body fell limp, I removed my mouth from her and trailed kisses back up her abdomen, through her cleavage, and ascended up her neck back to her mouth. She didn’t seem reluctant to taste herself on my lips, which I thought was hotter than hell.
With my attention still retained on her mouth, I felt her hand along my huge erection, which now begged to be released from my shorts. I pulled away from our kissing and gazed down at her face, where I discovered a flicker in her eyes that held uncertainty. “You okay, Butterfly?”
“I’m a virgin.” She sucked in a deep breath before continuing her thought. “You feel…huge, and now…I’m nervous.” Her loud declaration dropped off to merely a soft whisper after an exasperated breath. So I guess it was anxiety I saw in her expression.
I didn’t know whether to take her comment about my size as a compliment or feel like a world-class jerk because I had completely overlooked that thought that she might be a virgin. Of course she’s a virgin, you idiot! She’s never had a boyfriend before.
I could feel my dick soften from the realization that I was an asshole. “We don’t have to have sex. That is a first I want you to be completely ready for.”
She smiled at my response and resumed rubbing my erection through my shorts, making my dick salute back to full attention. “There is another first I would like to try though, if you show me how.” She slipped her small yet warm hand inside my shorts and stroked the length of my shaft.
“You want me to show you how to give a hand job?” My voice squeaked like a pre-pubescent teenage boy.
She pulled on the elastic waistband of my shorts and shoved them down along with my boxers to reveal my engorged hard-on springing free. “No. I want my mouth on you.” She grabbed hold of the firm shaft with her hand and licked the pre-cum on the tip.
I swear I thought I would ejaculate at any second and shoot a load all over myself from just that one touch. “Lex, you don’t have to do that…” But before I determined how to finish my thought, her mouth was sucking me.
“My God, Lex. I don’t have to show you anything. You’re doing a great job without any guidance.” I moved her hand to the base of my shaft and encouraged her to slide her hand up and down while I remained in her mouth. I didn’t last long. It only took a minute before my hot seed filled her mouth. She didn’t gag or hold back. She held on while I pumped myself harder into her mouth, riding out the havoc-wreaking orgasm. It was a long time coming…literally. I couldn’t remember the last time I had spewed myself with such a force.
She withdrew her mouth and hand. When she swallowed, I thought I’d come all over again because holy hell, that was hot. If I felt this amazing with just her mouth, how would feel when I was balls deep inside her? Then I reminded myself that she was a virgin. Crap. She was a virgin.
After a quick trip to the bathroom for each of us, presumably for a hurried clean-up, we returned to the kitchen area for our pizza dinner. She grabbed my discarded T-shirt from the floor and her underwear to slip into while I slid back in my shorts without the added confines of my boxers.
We sat and ate pizza in comfortable silence. The kind of silence you have with your best friend. Neither of us had to say anything. We were both obviously starving the way we devoured slice after slice. With our bellies contently full, we retreated to the living room sofa to watch some TV. It really didn’t matter what we were watching. It was just so good to have her curled up next to me. My dream would be to have my life just like that every day.
I didn’t realize how much I missed having Lex sleep next to me until the next morning when I had to leave for work. It was the first time in my life that I didn’t want to get out of bed and get my day started. I wanted to stay in the warmth of my covers with my girlfriend’s body snuggled up against me.
I decided I needed a distraction, so I drove to Charlie’s apartment during my lunch break. Even though I had my own key, I still knocked before entering, unaware of when or how I might find Louis, who seemed to have taken up residence with her between his shifts at work as a fireman.
“Get in here and tell me what happened.” Charlie wasted no time asking how I was doing, or why I was there to see her.
Louis was on the couch eating a sandwich when I entered her apartment. I took a seat on the loveseat so Charlie could sit next to her boyfriend. “I need some advice.” I was silent for a beat, knowing they would patiently wait for me to purge my thoughts. Willing myself to remain soft-spoken and not freak out, I inhaled a deep, cleansing breath before confessing something so incredibly personal to my two confidants. “I want to have sex with Lex so badly, but she’s a virgin. And I don’t think that I have ever had sex with someone who hasn’t done it before.” It was true. The girls I messed around with in high school and college were definitely experienced. I was even sure that my first ever girlfriend, Cassidy, had sex with other guys before the first time we had sex. Even when I was a virgin, I didn’t have sex with a virgin. Between blurting out my admission and the hurried thoughts dancing around my head, I was on the verge of panicked hysteria.
I tried to decipher what my best friends were thinking. I thought for sure they would laugh at me, given my heightened mania, but instead, Louis drew his brows together, and Charlie pursed her lips. I wasn’t sure which was worse: having them poke fun at me or being the victim of their concerned looks.
“Are you two going to say something? I need help here.”
“First of all, you need to just relax.” Usually, Charlie was the one who would stress out, and I’d have to talk her off the ledge. She wasn’t the greatest at calming me down, but right now, she was my best shot.
“Relax? Lean Bean, that’s your advice?” I scrubbed the sides of my face with my hands. Her de-escalation methods were not working.
“Brother, she’s right. If you’re uptight and stressed, it won’t be good for you or Alexis.” I heard Louis’s words between his chewing, but that realization made me feel even more stressed.
“Maybe you just need some alcohol. Then you’d both be relaxed.” Charlie had a point.
“Are you crazy? Too much alcohol, and he won’t be able to get it up.” Louis had a point, too.
“Is that even true? I don’t know that there is ever truly that much alcohol for a man wanting to get laid to not be able to get the job done.” Why did I think it was a good idea to talk to them about this?
“Maybe a drink or two would work, though,” Louis said, still eating that damn sandwich. I realized my own stomach rumbled with hunger pains. I drove directly to their apartment, rather than stopping at a drive-thru along the way to pick up lunch.
I raised up from the cushions of the love seat and walked toward Charlie’s kitchen. I figured I might as well make lunch for myself while I was there. “So I guess I should buy a bottle of wine?” I asked while pulling out the lunch meat from the fridge.
Charlie followed me to her kitchen and leaned against the counter. “That might work. I think she likes white wine. At least that’s what she drank and Mom and Dad’s.”
I’d noticed that at Sunday dinner also.
“So should I do a dry one like a chardonnay, or a sweet one like a Moscato?”
I might’ve asked my sister’s opinion, but Louis chimed in. “What the hell happened to you?”
Within in a split second, Louis, who unfortunately still had me by a few inches, was suddenly looming next to me.
“What has this girl done to your confidence? Where’s the confident guy who kicked me out of his place so he could have the apartment to himself for a night of whatever you were planning to do with that chick?” He shoved my shoulder. I watched him push me and didn’t even try to dodge it. “I think you need an intervention. You need to remember you are Cam Callahan.”
“Louis, leave him alone.” Charlie forcefully pulled her boyfriend back away from me with a fury, but then she gazed in my direction with a star-struck, sappy, gooey look in her gray eyes. “I think it’s sweet that he’s in love.”
“You are jumping to extremes. I wouldn’t go that far.” I mean, I want to spend the rest of my days with Lex, but did that actually translate to love?
“Holy crap! You are in love.” Excitement filled Louis’s booming voice, and then he happily pushed me again, as evidenced by the shit-eating grin he wore. “Time for you to join the club of suckers.”
“Hey!” Rather than pushing or pulling, as the two of them had taken to during this conversation, Charlie resorted to playfully slapping Louis’s arm like she used to do when we were kids. I guess old habits die hard. They both exchanged adoring looks, and I thought I would puke on the sandwich I had just finished making.
“Can you guys tone down the PDA a bit for me?” I cringed before lifting the bread to my mouth and taking a bite of my lunch.
Their eyes bounced back and forth between each other before laughter erupted.
“What the hell is so funny?” My mouth was full of meat, bread, and cheese, so my voice was muffled and garbled as I spoke, trying not to spit out food at the crazy pair during their fit of giggles.
“You came over here to talk about sex, but a little flirtatious banter is too much for you?” She let another small chuckle escape before continuing her thought. “Be nice, or I won’t tell you what Alexis said to me about this subject.”
I dropped my food on a paper towel. “She said something to you?” I swallowed the last bite I had taken and tried not to choke. I needed a drink to help it slide down my throat, but I didn’t want to pause and pull a bottle of water from her fridge. “What the hell did she say?”
“I’m not sure if I should say. She’s my best girlfriend now.” She stood, looking awfully confident for the interrogation I was about to give her.
I exchanged a glance with Louis, and he nodded. He knew exactly what I was thinking without needing to say anything. Granted, Charlie and I had a twin connection, but Louis and I had our own telepathy. He grabbed Charlie’s arm, and I grabbed the other. Together, we lifted her up with her feet dangling and carried her over to the couch as she squealed. Then, we sat her down and began to poke at her sides until her giggles turned into full fits of laughter.
“Okay, I’ll tell you.” She yelped and squealed as she tried to catch her breath. I looked at Louis, and we both relented. “She’s planning to give you her V-card this weekend.”
“Lean Bean! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I thought you didn’t keep secrets from me.” My voice raised several octaves, making me squeak like a desperate fool.
“Are we the kind of siblings who talk about sex?” Her erratic breathing settled, and her gray eyes questioned me with the slight squint she shot my way.
“I believe you started it.” I lifted my brow and turned my head toward the direction of her boyfriend.
“You talked to your brother about having sex with me?” Louis sucked in a surprised gasp at her, and she merely shrugged. “What the hell did you tell him, Charlene?” Louis very rarely called Charlie by her given name, but when he did, it was blatantly obvious the severity of the situation. His tone accelerated from shock to frustration quickly. He was irritated.
I figured I could offer some assistance by providing a simplified explanation, so I clapped Louis on his back. “She told me you were a jackass, but she didn’t want me to kill you.” I glanced at Charlie and then darted my eyes back at Louis. They truly were the best friends a guy could ever ask for. “It was difficult for me to hear about yo
u two like that, honestly, but if I had to hear about the two of you and your sexual encounters so that you both could end up together, I would sit through the torture again.”
The three of us let our gazes bounce back and forth with each other before laughter ensued again, covering me in the warmth of our friendship. My brain and heart were flooded with happy childhood memories of laughter with these two.
“Alexis is my friend now, but you are my favorite person—sorry, Louis. I won’t keep secrets from you again. I promise.” My sister hugged me like I needed to be comforted. I wish Lex was as open about revealing secrets as my sister is.
Lex wanted to stay at her apartment after karaoke, so I packed my bag and headed over to her place to pick her up on the way to the bar. One of these days, we could hopefully live together so we wouldn’t be packing every time we spent the night with each other. The living together situation was going well for Charlie and Louis, so I didn’t see why it wouldn’t work for Lex and me. Maybe I’d talk to her about that soon. Maybe we could even get a bigger place that had two bedrooms.
When we arrived at the bar, it was still early, so we could secure a booth for the four of us. Lex and I snagged the table while waiting for Charlie and Louis to arrive a few minutes after us.
Our waitress came over with a binder full of songs and took our drink order. Lex ordered a Jack and diet cola, while the rest of us ordered beer. I made a mental note about her choice of alcohol.
The bar became more and more crowded as patrons trickled in. We ordered burgers and drank our beverages and were having a great time together. The karaoke portion of the evening was about to start, so the girls decided to take a trip to the bathroom before our names were called.
The girls slid out of the booth and were about to make their way to the ladies’ room when I spotted Lex holding her drink. “You can’t be separated from your drink even to pee, Butterfly?” I pointed to the glass in her hand.
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