“Bestie!” A familiar voice screamed as an equally familiar set of slender arms wrapped around my shoulders. “Oh my god, I missed you sooo much.”

Sadie smacked a wet kiss on my cheek as she squeezed me tighter. She was a few inches taller than me, and by the smell of her breath, very, very wasted.

“Hi, Sades.” I cooed sarcastically, patting her arms, unable to help but laugh at the messy state of her. “I’ve been here the whole time.”

“Well, I couldn’t find you, silly.” She told me as she moved to my side and slumped against me. “Willow, I think I have so much cum in my panties right now.” She hiccupped with a naughty giggle.

I groaned, giving her a you’re-a-shameless-slut look. “What do you mean you think you have cum in your panties? Shouldn’t you know if you do or not?” I demanded.

She hiccupped again. “Shh, we listen and we don’t judge, Wills.” She said as she placed her finger against my lips to shush me.

“Sadie, who did you fuck?” I sighed, swatting her hand away from my mouth.

The naughty glint in her eyes told me she let a guy in her that she definitely should not have. I couldn’t help but groan again. Why did she always have to do this? God, I loved my best friend, but she has been on a kick of fucking guys, either in relationships, too old for her, or just plain bad for her to be around. Given that we were at a house party with our peers, I took a shot in the dark and guessed which one of those she had likely let inside of her at the party.

“Whose boyfriend did you fuck?” I hissed.

She literally fell into me, giggling so hard she snorted into my ear. I smacked her away again, totally disgusted by the smell of vodka on her breath.

“Cole.” She snickered. “You know, the Cole who looks like that actor from Maxton Hall.”

I pressed my fingers to my temple. “Tell me you did not fuck Madison’s boyfriend.”

She grimaced and shrugged, tossing up both of her hands as if she were an innocent participant. “Oops?”

“Cole, aka the guy who is dating Maddy? Maddy, who has been your best friend since Kindergarten. Cole, as in the same guy who got her pregnant?” I groaned as she just kept shrugging at me. “Ugh, Sade! Maddy is going to freak out.”

“Shhh, no, no. It’s fine, she’s never going to know because, unlike her, I’m smart and use birth control.” She gave me a toothy grin. “And you’re my friend, not hers, so you’re sworn to secrecy forever and always.”

I gave her a pointed look. “What?” She asked innocently. “Don’t look at me like that, not all of us can be the perfect little Virgin Mary's.”

My glare deepened. “I’m not a virgin.”

She snorted again, shifting her weight and almost falling on her ass in the process. I grabbed onto her arm to steady her.

“Letting that weird Dan guy stick it in you only for him to cum immediately does not count.” She muttered as I pulled her down the hallway to one of the rooms I knew was a guest room.

“First of all,” I spat, as I moved her to the empty bed in the room. “Dan was my boyfriend, and he was mostly nice.”

“Ha, mostly. Until he cheated on you with that bitch Laura.”

I cringed. “Thanks for the reminder.” Sadie gave me an apologetic look. “Whatever, secondly, I am not you. I’m not into random hookups.”

She didn’t fight me as I took off her sneakers and made her lie down on the bed. “You should try it - you don’t know what you like until you try.”

She smiled up at me as I tucked her into the duvet. Her dark brown eyes appeared distantly dreamy in the darkness of the bedroom. “You’re my favourite friend, Wills.” She slurred as she patted my cheek with her hand.

I sighed, letting out a small laugh at her dreamy expression. I’d give it two minutes before she was snoring like a baby.

“Sober up, Sades,” I muttered as I moved to the door, turning the inside lock before stepping out. “Don’t open this up for anyone but me.” I reminded her.

Her reply came as a thumbs-up from under the blanket. I shut the door, jingling the knob to make sure it was secure before heading back to the main party. The last thing I needed was some drunk dude stumbling upon my pretty, wasted, and sleeping bestie and taking advantage of her.

The party was mostly winding down. Sleeping bodies were scattered throughout most of the rooms, and the whole place reeked of booze and weed. The only people still hanging onto life were a few of the stoners, getting their last hits in for the night.

I was not normally in attendance at these big house parties. I had never been the party girl, but Connor and Sadie talked me into coming, and I knew I’d never have heard the end of it if I didn’t show up. 

Connor was throwing the party - his parents had left him home alone in their obnoxious mansion for a few weeks while they went to party in Amsterdam or something crazy like that. Apparently not caring that they were leaving behind their notoriously fuckboy/partyboy son at home with unfettered access to their liquor room (yeah, there was literally a storage room packed with alcohol of all kinds) and no supervision.

Connor was nowhere to be found on the main floor. So, I slipped down the staircase, which was labelled a no-go zone for the party, and made my way to his bedroom in the basement. Sure enough, the jerk was sitting at his computer desk, locked into some first-person shooter game.

I snorted a laugh as I leaned on the doorframe.

“Wills.” He said, not even glancing my way, eyes fixed on the enemies he was fighting. “What’s up?”

“Parties dead,” I advised. “Pretty sure ditching your own party to game makes you a loser.” I quipped.

“Says the girl who never does anything fun.” He retorted with a smirk on the corner of his mouth.

“Okay, rude,” I grumbled. “I do fun things.”

His smirk grew, “Your granny activities don’t count, Wills.”

The granny activities he was referring to were crochet and reading. I ignored the dig and folded my arms across my chest.

When I didn’t say anything, he glanced over at me and tipped his head back towards his bed. “You want to sit?” He asked.

I nodded and moved to his bed, crossing my legs under me as I sat facing him. “So, what’s this game about?”

“Find gun, get ammo, shoot bad guys, win game.” He said, the sarcasm in his tone made me roll my eyes.

“Whatever.” I sighed.

He chuckled and then provided a general rundown of what the game was. The gist really was to find gun, get ammo, shoot bad guys, and win the game. Though watching him play as if it were as easy as breathing was impressive and intimidating. I was terrible at most video games, but especially first-person shooters.

Connor pulled off his headset and turned to me, tilting his controller at the monitor as he asked, “Do you want to give it a go?”

“Do I want to embarrass myself in front of you? No thanks, Con, I’m good.”

“Come on,” He pleaded, giving me that annoying I-can-get-anything-I-want grin of his. “One game. I’ll teach ya.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Why?” I demanded.

“Because it’s fun?” He spun in the chair and gestured to his lap. “Park it here, Wills. I’ll teach you everything I know.” The idiot actually winked at me.

“Ew,” I laughed. “I’m not sitting on your lap. And I’m not playing the stupid game.”

The cocky idiot rolled his chair over to where I was sitting on his bed, grabbed my legs, and dragged me off the bed and onto his lap faster than I had the chance to realize what he was doing. I could only yelp in protest as he manhandled me. Cursing inwardly at the fact that I was barely five feet tall and weighed about the same as an empty soda can. Connor was at least a foot taller than me and built like a brick-shit-house from playing hockey our entire lives. The guy was literally double my size in every way. I had no chance against the asshole.

“Perfect.” He laughed, clearly proud of himself as he held the controller out for me. “Now take this and I’ll walk you through the basics.”

Did I let him spend the next hour trying to teach me how to get a kill shot? Yes, yes, I did. And surprisingly, it was kind of fun. Even though I mostly took kill shots vs getting them. But that just made us laugh our asses off. Plus, in my final round, I managed to stay alive through to the end and got the kill against the last man standing on the opposite team.

I jumped off of Connor’s lap and literally did a victory dance for myself. Full on waving the controller in the air and spinning to face my friend, cheering for my win. Connor, to his credit, matched my hype instead of making fun of me.

“I got you something,” He said as our celebrations sobered.

He pushed himself out of his gaming chair and walked around his bed, grabbing a purple gift bag and placing it on his bed before sitting against the headboard.

He gestured to the bag. “Your birthday present.” He explained.

I gaped at him. “Uh, my birthday was like two months ago, Con.”

“Yeah, but I was in season.”

He played for a junior hockey team in another city. Meaning he spent most of the year living with his billet family instead of at home. He’d made it to the WHL when he was fifteen and was already being scouted for the NHL now that he was eighteen. So, he hadn’t been to one of my birthday parties in years.

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” I replied awkwardly.

He groaned dramatically, rolling his head back on the headboard as he snapped his fingers at the bed. “Sit your skinny ass down and open the gift right now.”

“Okay, chill.” I laughed and crawled onto the bed. Feeling totally on the spot as I pulled out the gifts he’d bought.

He had bought me two books, one was the next book in a series I was in the middle of reading, and the second was a hockey romance. I rolled my eyes at the second book, giving him a you’re-an-idiot look. Connor just chuckled, and I continued to empty the bag's contents.

“Mmm!” I exclaimed and immediately tore into the bag of Sourpatch candies. “These are my favourite!”  

“I know.” He smiled.

“Wait,” I gaped at him, holding up the gift card, and I swear his eyes glittered with something questionably erotic. “You did not get me a gift card to a lingerie store.”

“Now you can replace all your granny panties with some grown-up ones.” He teased me, and I pushed out my foot, aiming to kick him in the leg.

He caught my foot and held onto it. “You’re a fucking asshole. I don’t wear granny panties.” I grumbled.  Connor's brow raised as if challenging me to prove it.

I leaned back and unbuttoned my jeans, sticking out my tongue as I flashed him the black lace hiding underneath before rebuttoning my pants.

His grip on my ankle tightened, and he tugged, laying me flat out on my back. I yelped, and he laughed softly as he moved to kneel between my legs.

“What the fuck?” I snapped, pushing up onto my elbows.

“I wanted to see them up close.” He murmured, moving his large hands behind my knees, and tugged me closer to him.

Fuck.

Connor was the friend with whom I rode the line of will-they-won’t-they. While I technically lost my virginity to my ex, Daniel, on my 16th birthday, it was a terrible and short experience. Sadie wasn’t kidding about him immediately cumming as soon as he pushed his dick into me. She also wasn’t kidding that he then went ahead and fucked that bitch Laura the next weekend.

Other than Sadie, Connor was my best friend. Even while away for hockey, we’d usually text, snap, or call each other with updates and whatnot. I’d told him all about the shitty sex and cheating back when it happened a few months ago. He was happy to offer to kick Daniel’s ass for me. And had offered to give me a redo of losing my virginity. I’d taken it as a joke then, but the look on his face told me that wasn’t a joke. It made my stomach do all sorts of flippy things.

I mean, he asked to see my underwear, so was it really that bad that my next move was to reach down and unzip my jeans? Followed by lifting up my ass for him so he could tug them down my slender hips. Bad? No. Sexy as hell? Yes.

“Mmm,” He hummed in approval, taking in the lacy black thong, moving his hands back to the underside of my knees so he could push my legs back. Giving him an excellent view of my ass - and I silently thanked my parents for paying for all my dance lessons.

“Like what you see?” I teased, breath hitching when his eyes darkened as his gaze snapped back up to me.

“I’d like what's under better.”

“Fuck.” I breathed out loud, and he grinned.

“Can I give you your other present?” He asked, one of his hands sliding down my thigh and tracing the hem of my thong.

It sent an electric shock through my body. It tickled so unexpectedly, and I couldn’t stop the quiet gasp escaping my mouth at his touch. He hummed in approval again.

“Wh-what present?” I asked.

“I promised you a do-over.” He pulled his hoodie off, taking his shirt with it, and I ate up the view of his tight, almost 8-pack and deep V trailing under his jeans. “Can’t leave my best friend with half her virginity intact.”

I bit my lip. “No?”

He shook his head and fingered the hem of my thong again, this time letting his finger trace from the top of my pelvis, down to where I knew I was already wet and waiting for more. I fell back and moaned, letting him know he was good to continue.

That sneaky finger of his moved my thong to the side as he settled between my thighs. Next thing I felt was the warmth of his tongue as he licked my pussy lips from bottom to top. I gasped and twitched so much he had to use his free hand to hold my hips in place while he devoured me. Fucking my pussy with his tongue and sucking my clit so good I was an orgasming mess in no time. I couldn’t stop myself from clamping my tiny thighs around his face and sinking my fingers into his messy hair.

“Oh fuck, Con.” I moaned repeatedly.

“Easy Wills,” He grinned up at me as he wiped my wetness off his chin. “You’re going to suffocate me.”

I let out a shaky laugh as I watched him sit up and pull off the rest of his clothes. Fucking hell, his body was out of this world. I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip as I ate him up with my eyes.

“I… don’t think that’s going to fit,” I said, wearily eyeing his raging hard on.

He snorted and grabbed my legs, dragging me closer to him before sliding one of his pillows under my hips. I pulled off my own top and sat up to unhook my bra as he stroked himself while watching me.

“It’ll fit.” He assured me as he leaned down and sucked on each of my nipples.

“Uh, it’s pretty big and I’m teeny tiny.” I countered, breath shaky.

Cock in hand, he slapped my clit with the tip, making my body twitch once again. “Willow.” The way he said my name made me bite my bottom lip again.

“Connor,” I whispered, meeting those dark blue eyes as he leaned down, sliding the tip of his cock up and down my wet pussy lips.

“I’ll make it fit.”

“Sounds like that will hurt.”

“It might.”

I swallowed hard, and his eyes tracked the movement in my throat before he looked back at my eyes. “You ready, baby?”

Fuck. “Yes,” I murmured.

He lined himself up and slowly pressed his cock into me. Moving his hands to either side of my body as he used his body weight to sink his entire length into me. The pressure was so fucking insane. I automatically wrapped my legs around him and gripped his arms. I needed to cling to him for support as he split me in half.

It definitely hurt a little bit. Daniel was probably half the size of Connor in length and girth. So, I was pretty sure his cock had ended up in my stomach as he bottomed out inside me.

“Oh fuck.” I gasped, and he smiled, dipping his head to kiss me as he slowly slid back out and then all the way in again and again.

My hands moved to tangle in his blonde hair again, and I couldn’t stop gasping with every single one of his deep thrusts. When he finally settled his weight on top of mine and started thrusting faster, I was in another world.

The only thoughts in my head consisted of “oh holy fuck, oh my fucking god” and “jesus, he’s going to make me fucking cum.” But these thoughts only came out as sharp coos and animalistic moans.

“That’s it, baby, ride it out.” He praised, edging me on.

Ride it out, I did. I was totally at his mercy as he picked up the intensity of those glorious thrusts.

“Holy fuck, Connor, don’t stop.” I cried, needing release like I needed oxygen to breathe.

He didn’t. He kept an even pace, and the tightening in my stomach spread across my entire body. I think I might have screamed as I reached the top of the mountain. Because I remember shuddering at the intensity, then feeling Connor’s hand cover my mouth before my eyes rolled all the way to the back of my head as the strongest orgasm I’d ever had took over my entire body. I swear I saw fireworks behind my eyelids.

Connor slowed his thrusts as I came down from the mountainous orgasm. Kissing me gently as I shivered.

“What the fuck was that?” I laughed, still completely out of breath.

I felt him smile against my neck before he sucked on the soft skin under my ear. I hummed in appreciation before grabbing his face and bringing it back to mine so I could get another taste of his tongue.

Fuck, he tasted amazing.

He pulled away from me a little while later, and I moaned in protest.

“On your knees.” He demanded, resting on his knees and stroking his cock as he eyed my body like he wanted to eat me whole.

I did as I was told, rolling onto my stomach and pushing up onto my knees for him. I bit my lip to suppress a laugh when he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me back to where he wanted me. Then let out a choked laugh as he pushed my shoulder blades down.

“Arch your back,” he explained. “Yes, mmm, just like that.”

He pressed the tip of his cock into my pussy, teasing me with the tip until I moaned in frustration and pushed my ass back, taking in more of his length.

“My girl’s desperate for more, huh?” He teased, thrusting hard and deep.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned. “Yes, please.”

He thrust hard again. Hitting a spot that hurt but also felt so fucking good, and I groaned into the mattress. He repeated the thrust, increasing speed again until I was gasping uncontrollably. It was game over when he grabbed my elbows and pulled me up, using them for leverage to fuck me so hard and deep I couldn’t keep quiet at all. Whoever was still in the house would either think I was getting my back blown out or possibly being murdered.

I guess he was murdering my pussy. In the best fucking way possible.

“Can I cum in you?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Oh fuck,” I forgot to tell him I wasn’t on the pill. “N-no. Pull out.” I gasped.

The growl that came out of him told me he was less than happy about having to do that. But he let me down and pulled out of me a few moments later. I looked back and watched as he stroked his cock hard and fast a few times before letting out his own animalistic moan as he unloaded cum onto my back. It was so fucking hot watching him cum for me, and I counted (and felt) all nine of those spurts hit my back and ass.

Our eyes locked, both of us coming down from the lusty haze, and we both started giggling.

“Wow.” I praised, lying on my tummy and eyeing the mess coating my back.

Connor ran a hand through his messy blonde hair as he hopped off his bed. He moved into the attached bathroom and came back with a towel and the cockiest grin on his face as he cleaned off my back for me.​

“That pussy is seriously tight, Wills.” He smiled, smacking my ass as he sat back against his headboard. “You’re lucky I was able to pull out.”