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He saw me once. Naked, that is. I was getting out of the shower and I heard Aiden tell Kyle that he left his jacket up in his bedroom. I heard him coming up the stairs.
So I dropped my towel and bent over the bed, pretending to look for clothes.
I knew he’d peek. I knew it. Hell, looking back at it now, I realize I was posing for him. But back then I didn’t understand sex. I just felt a thrill at the idea he’d see me.
Of course, I made a big deal about it. Kneed him in the nuts. But that was for Kyle’s benefit. I knew if there was ever anything real between Aiden and me that Kyle would not be his friend. And the three of us, that’s what was important back then.
So even though I set Aiden up that day, and I wanted him, I had to make things right with Kyle before it was over.
I regret that, I realize.
Aiden’s hand slips under my dress in the same moment I reach for the button on his slacks. I pop it, dragging the zipper down. And my hand is so eager to wrap itself around his shaft, I barely notice that his fingers are pressing into my pussy, right through my panties, until he hits my clit and I make a little squeal.
“Hmmm,” he murmurs as we continue to kiss. “You like that?”
“I do,” I hum back. I can taste the whiskey on his lips and I like it because it lets me know what this is.
One drunken encounter.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Just a few hours of fucking my brother’s best friend so I can live through the night and see another sunrise.
Because I need that. I really do. I can’t go on without Aiden tonight.
Aiden is tugging on my panties now. And I’m tugging on his cock. I already have it out of his underwear.
“Take these off,” he says, still tugging.
I don’t want to let go of him. I want to put his cock in my mouth and suck him until he blows, but first things first.
So I let go and ease my hips up. He’s on his knees in front of me in an instant, dragging my panties down my legs. He throws them over his shoulder and places each of his hands on my knees, spreading me open wide as I lift my dress up so he can see me.
“Oh, God,” he murmurs, when I reach down between my legs and begin playing with myself.
There’s a part of me that aches for the younger us. A part of me that wishes we’d done this a long time ago. Back when neither of us knew what we were doing. Back when we were shy, and inexperienced.
But there’s another part—the dirty part—that’s glad we waited because there will be no fumbling around, no hesitations, no embarrassment. It’s just drunk, sad sex and nothing more.
I stick my finger inside my pussy and look at him with heavy eyes. His are hooded as well. Filled with lust.
“Kali,” he whispers. And just hearing my name makes me more excited. “Tell me what you like,” he says. “We only get one shot at this, you know that, right? So let’s make the most of it. Tell me how you like it.”
He’s right. One shot. One night and then this is over. I go back to the city, he stays here. That’s it.
So I say, “Eat me out,” and open my pussy lips for him. Flicking my clit back and forth with my middle finger.
He glances down, then back up at me with a wild, hungry grin.
I place my other hand on his head and push him into position. His mouth covers my clit as I tangle my fingertips into that tousled, too-long hair of his that covers his eyes, and for a moment I think… Oh, that’s what that unruly mess of waves is for.
To hold his face between my legs as he licks me.
Then I grin, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m laughing.
He tips his head up, still eating me out, and squints his eyes. Like… What’s so funny?
“Nothing,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and deep. “I’m just imagining all the girls you eat out using this bit of hair to hold you in place and never let you stop.”
He laughs too, then comes up, even though I’m pushing down, and says, “You are the only one who’s ever done that, Kali.”
And then he dives back down. And I don’t care if he’s lying. I lean my head back, position my body down on the couch cushions a little more, and enjoy it.
Both hands on his head now. Hips grinding against his face. I am eager to show him how sexual I can be. I don’t know why. I just want him to know that I’m a woman now, not a kid. I’m not his sister, I’m his friend. And if we want to do this, we can.
