“I thought you were cancelling on me,” I said, after a long pause. Alex had left me a text message and his phone number.
“No, just a change of plan,” he said brightly. “I was thinking that instead of going out, we could stay in and I’ll cook for you.” I loved the sound of ‘we’ and ‘I’ll cook’. And if we
were staying in, maybe there would be other stuff on the menu that we
could do – namely Alex’s cock for starters and my pussy for afters. My body felt floaty at the idea of getting to play with my best friend’s brother’s cock. Lucy?
“What about Lucy, and your parents?” I asked.
“They’re going out. Family thing. I am
working late, so I’ve got a reason not to go… well an excuse.” An excuse: I liked the idea of being the reason behind an excuse.
“So what time?”
“I’ll pick you up at about 6:30. Sorry Abi, I’ve got to go.” And just like that, he was gone. I was left looking at my phone. He hadn’t even told me where he was going to pick me up, although I assumed that it’d be from home.
“So, are you going to let him fuck you?” Lucy whispered into my ear. I snapped my phone out of sight but Lucy knew
. “That was him, wasn’t it? Did he ask you if you were on the pill? Did he ask whether he needs to bring condoms?” I went scarlet.
“Shhhh!” I said, looking round. There were some girls so close to us that I couldn’t imagine how they hadn’t
“Oh don’t worry, Abi, no-one cares about what you’re going to do with my brother
. No-one cares if you’re going to fuck
“Luce! For God’s sake!”
“I wonder if he’ll make you come?” I’d been wondering the same thing. Lucy moved in much closer, so that her lips were against my ear. The intimacy of her breath made my body tingle. “You looked so pretty last night when you came. I’d love to see that
face again.” She was so close that I couldn’t see her hand, so I jumped when it gripped my pussy through my skirt and knickers. I shot backwards with a shriek of protest, banging into various bodies.
“Luce! Stop it! Please?” I begged, grabbing hold of her wrist and fought to drag it away from my groin. We wrestled. It was a difficult position to defend and as I retreated, she pinned me against a radiator. The fighting stopped and we were left breathless, holding each on to each other.
Our eyes locked and for a moment I thought we were going to kiss. There was that
“I hope you have a really good time with Alex,” Lucy said quietly, before letting go and walking away. Don’t forget the dare. Don’t forget to tell him.” The sounds of the school seemed to flood in from all around.
“What was all that about?” one of the girls asked.
“Just boy stuff,” I said, looking after my best friend. Satisfied that they weren’t going to miss anything good, the watching faces turned back to their conversations.
“You’re looking lovely, Abi,” Mum said, without probing too deeply. “Isn’t she, Ian.” Dad looked up briefly and grunted. I hadn’t been able to choose the kind of clothes that I really wanted to wear for Alex. Mum and Dad would never let me go out looking like that
. “Going anywhere nice?”
“Just to Lucy’s,” I said. Dad’s eyes flicked to the window, as though he was expecting it to be a foggy, dark night full of danger at 6.15 in June.
“I’ll give you a lift,” he said, folding his paper. He still thought of me as his little girl… and I was. My body clenched excitedly. But I might not be by the end of tonight
“No, Dad, it’s OK. Alex is picking me up on the way home from work. I think he’s getting take out for us.” They were little lies – but ones which might cover me losing my virginity. I was
going to Lucy’s and Alex was
giving me a lift and he was
providing the food.
And I was
going to let him…
A car honked its horn outside the house. “That’ll be him!” I said, trying to appear like I was going off to share a take out with my best friend, rather than spread my legs for her brother. “Bye, Mum. Bye Dad.”
Alex looked at my cleavage as I bent to get in the car. He had got out to open the passenger door for me and the perfect combination of gallantry and lust almost made me swoon. I watched as he jogged around the front of the car to the driver’s door. He was all kinds of gorgeous in his work clothes. My mind brought up a still image of that first time I had seen him naked – when I’d burst in on him in his en-suite. He looked good in a suit but he definitely looked better naked. A liquid heat surged through my girly bits. And it didn’t stop down there
. It made my toes curl and even my face was glowing by the time Alex jumped into the seat beside me.
“You look amazing,” he said, casually running his eyes over my tits and legs. I whimpered and gripped my knees. Then he was all concentration, down to driving business. He did it seriously – checking his blind spot before smoothly pulling away. I jumped and gasped as his fingers touched my thigh as he shifted gears. “Italian OK?”
“Mmmm?” I asked as I looked down to where his touch had dragged my skirt up my thigh. My heart was thudding. The innocent part of me desperately wanted to slide the material back down, to cover myself… but another part of me wanted Alex to drag it up even higher.
“Do you like Italian?”
“Takeout?” I asked, dreamily.
“No, I’ll make it. It won’t take long. Brushetta and pasta primavera?” I didn’t know what that meant since we rarely had Italian at home and when we did it was spaghetti bolognaise from a jar and garlic bread from the freezer.
“Sounds delish,” I replied, immediately feeling immature for not finishing the word. If Alex noticed my faux-pas, he chose not to pass comment.
I let Alex help me out of the car, using it as an excuse to touch him – even if it was just holding his hand for a few brief seconds.
Alex let me into the house and I waited in the hallway as he locked the front door. The house felt so different; this place in which I had spent so much time - it was intimidating but somehow right
. Alex misinterpreted the situation as I scanned the hallway. “I’m sorry about not taking you out, properly,” he said. He took my hand in his and squeezed it. “We can go out next time.”
I smiled. There was going to be a next time
! “Cool!” The word had blurted out of me before I could stop it. Alex looked at me, perhaps sensing that I was feeling young and foolish. His expression hardened into something approximating the way Lucy had looked at me at school earlier in the day but instead of letting it fade, Alex followed through and actually kissed me. It was so soft and unexpected. The moment was there and he just took
It wasn’t a big kiss but it was amazing. I kind of ruined it by smiling uncontrollably, drawing my puckered lips into a thin crescent. I resisted the urge to apologise as I saw Alex smile at me. “Hungry?” he asked. For you, oh my God yes!
“Starving.” Alex swept into the kitchen and set a pair of wine glasses down. I’d never really had wine before but he filled both glasses with Pinot Grigio
and offered me one.
“To us,” I repeated and clinked his glass. He was so masterful. I’d never really understood the difference between men and boys before – but Alex was definitely a man
. I watched as he worked, his tie pulled loose, his shirt sleeves rolled up, the only concessions to his day finished at work. All the time he cooked, he engaged me in idle conversation. He made me comfortable and relaxed. There was a gooey heat building inside me. He was doing this for me
. No-one had ever done this kind of thing for me before. It was so natural and it made me unaccountably happy
“You’re sparkling,” he said. I was. I could feel myself sparkling in a way that I’d never felt before – and it wasn’t the wine – I’d barely touched a drop. It was him and what he was doing for me… and the thought about what I’d do for him. Or with him. I was sure in my mind. Tonight: goodbye virginity.
I slipped my fingers up under my skirt and rubbed my pussy through my knickers. It was naughty but what was the worst that would happen if Alex caught me? Surely he’d take over – with his fingers, his mouth and maybe his cock.
My knickers were wet and I could have easily made myself orgasm but tried to satisfy myself with the idea of what was to come with my best friend's brother.
“Oh my God, this is amazing!” I groaned. I’d never tasted anything like it. “The bread’s so crisp and…”
“What’s all the… green stuff?” I asked. Alex snorted.
“The green stuff
is asparagus, peas, soya beans and baby spinach.”
“Well, it’s gorgeous,” I groaned, taking another mouthful. I’d never tasted anything like it. Alex sat and watched me eat.
“Just like you,” he said, flashing a cheesy smile as he angled his fork up and down my body. I felt another flush of heat, but it wasn’t heading to my face. I flipped my hair back over my shoulders and watched with satisfaction as Alex’s eyes dropped onto the proud swell of my tits before refocusing on my face.
“Are you ever going to tell me?”
?” Alex stopped with a fork of rolled pasta by his lips. “About you walking into Lucy’s room with your face covered in my… juices.”
“Oh that.” I really didn’t want to talk about Lucy. I wanted to do other stuff tonight. “She just asked me if that was her brother’s cum on my face.”
“And?” I thought about the dare. What would Alex’s reaction be if I told him that his sister had licked his spunk off my face? He already knew about our dares. I took a mouthful of the pasta as a defence, giving me time to think. Just do it.
I dared her to taste it.” That stopped Alex in his tracks. He seemed to pause in mid swallow and the pasta wrapped around his fork fell slowly back to his plate as his grip slackened. I busied myself with what was left of my food. Alex still hadn’t moved when I looked up again.
“Did she do it?” he whispered. There was a dangerous look in his eyes. I didn’t want to answer his question but I’d already gone too far. “Abi? Did my sister taste my spunk?”
Eventually I had to let go of the breath that I’d been holding. “Yes.”
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