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by Tarrah Anders


  Without breaking our connection, I turn her and move her in the bedroom's direction, her bedroom, fuck it… currently our bedroom.

  Kaley

  My mind is racing, we’re making out. Not just a peck, but full on making out. My tongue is in his mouth, his in mine. Our hands running all over each other as he steers me to my bedroom.

  Our bedroom.

  The bedroom we’re currently sharing.

  Oh shit!

  Someone knocks on our front door. Quietly at first, then louder as we continue to ignore it.

  Knock! Knock! Knock!

  “Ugh!” He groans. “Ignore her.”

  “Kaley! I know you’re in there! Answer the door!” Denise yells from the hallway.

  “You know I can’t ignore it.”

  We pull apart from another and straighten our clothes.

  “Well, I don’t yet know what you look like after I have fucked you, but I can tell you that… well, you look like you’ve been fucked.” He smiles, wiping some saliva off of my bottom lip.

  “And you have a tent in your pants.” I look down.

  He heads into the bathroom as I open the door to Denise, Dean’s twin sister. She’s standing with her hip jutted to the left and her hand on her hip.

  “Why does it look like you just gave an epic blow job?” She asks pushing past me and into the apartment.

  “Uh,” I start.

  “Hey D. What brings you here?” Dean says, coming from the hallway, not looking frazzled in the least.

  “Hey D.” She returns, “what are you two doing tonight?” She asks as she looks between us.

  “Nothing.” We both say in unison.

  Denise looks between us, shakes her head, and then sits on the couch.

  “I had a free night, and I missed my favorite two people. This one over here has been ignoring my texts and you—” She points to Dean, “you’ve been side stepping questions about what’s new.”

  “I’ve been busy, you keep calling me when I can’t talk.” He defends.

  “Why haven’t you been answering my texts?” Her head swings to me.

  “My parents and sister are in town.” Good excuse, it’s true.

  “Oh God. That sucks. Why?”

  “Don’t know.” I shrug. “They’re here for a few weeks and we’re only a couple days in.”

  “Ugh, that sounds absolutely dreadful.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “They’re not that bad, they’re actually nice.” Dean says.

  “Now can we talk about why your lips look like that? Were you experimenting with a hoover?” she laughs.

  “I don’t own a hoover.”

  “Well, experimenting on my brother would totally not happen, so that makes the most sense.”

  Both Dean and I look at another quickly, Denise doesn’t miss it.

  “Shut the front door!” She bellows and comes to a stand.

  “What?” I gasp.

  “Are you guys, you know?” Her jaw drops.

  “I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” I say innocently.

  “You know.” She eggs.

  I take a deep breath and figure that I might as well come clean to her.

  “You know my parents, they’re conservative. We are pretending to be together to make them be okay with us living together.” It’s the truth, even though I omitted the part about what we were almost going to do.

  “That doesn’t explain why her lips looked like that.” Denise says to Dean.

  “Nothing is happening, chill out, D. I’ve got a bunch of homework to do, so if you don’t mind, I’ll leave you two ladies to it.”

  Dean walks into my bedroom and shuts the door.

  I take a deep breath and try to change the subject to get her attention on something else by showing her a meme that I found on the internet that had me laughing.

  My parents arrive at my apartment not too long later and are non-stop talking about how scared my sister was. While Maddie escapes to Dean’s room, my parents and Denise chat about what she’s been up to.

  A few hours have passed, and Dean hasn’t come out of the bedroom once. I keep yawning to give the impression that I’m tired, and after the tenth one, everyone gets the point and stands to leave.

  I get ready for bed and slowly enter my bedroom.

  Dean is laying on top of the covers, a book open across his chest, his eyes are closed and he’s snoring lightly. Who knows how long he’s been sleeping, but he looks peaceful. I change out of my clothes and crawl into bed beside him.

  Curious about what we would have done if we weren’t interrupted earlier. I look over to Dean, remove the book from his chest, and then lay down on my side of the bed facing him. Unsure if I should touch him or not.

  I wake up with Dean spooning me this time, and I’m impressed with myself that I’m not freaking out.

  I am attracted to him. I’ve always been, but we’ve been friends for so long. Can I handle not being friends with him, if this attraction doesn’t pan out?

  What happened last night? Were we caught up in acting like we were together? What’s going to happen now?

  Today is another day of holding hands and pretending we’re together. Can I do that without it crossing the friend's zone?

  Today the plan is that we will take the ferry over to Bainbridge Island and do some sight-seeing. I’m excited because, since I moved to Washington, I’ve never taken the ferry over here so this will be a new adventure for me and something to tick off of my list of things to do.

  My musings about the day are distracted by Dean’s thumb running circles along my hip. I adjust my head to show that I’m awake. He pulls me closer to him and nuzzles into my hair.

  “I see you have a barrier now.” He mumbles with a laugh, acknowledging the sheet that is the smallest shield between us.

  “Preparation is key.” I return softly.

  “So, last night? I’m sorry that I abandoned you with Denise,” he apologizes.

  “It’s okay. She and I needed some girl time. You would have just gotten in the way, you know, by not being female.”

  “Did you guys talk about us?”

  “Why would we?” I ask, unsure about how to approach the subject.

  “Can we talk about it?” he asks, his chin resting on my shoulder.

  “Sure.” I say meekly.

  “Last night, I was serious. Something has changed between us, is changing between us. And I can honestly say that I didn’t see it coming, but I’m also not going to ignore it. That is, unless you want me to.”

  I mull over his words in my head.

  Is he feeling what I’m feeling?

  “I don’t know what I want, honestly. But I agree, something has changed.” I admit.

  “Is this too much?” he questions.

  “Is what?” I lift my head, look over my shoulder and ask.

  “Well, I woke up sporking you again.”

  “Sporking me?” I try not to laugh.

  “Well, I’m spooning, you but there’s a part of me that’s like a fork.”

  “I see.” I smile.

  “So, determination please ref?”

  “Did you just call me a referee?” I turn my head to look at him. His face mere inches from mine. His hair is ruffled from sleep, his smile is lazy and he’s got pillowcase creases on his cheek.

  “Answer the question, Kaley. I’m controlling myself and that control is about to give out unless you blow that whistle.”

  “What if my whistle means ‘go’?” I whisper, turning around, facing him. Our lips are a breath away, our arms are around one another. My heart is hammering and I know now that there is no turning back.

  “Fuck me.” He whispers as his lips meet mine. The sheet is still in between us, but knowing that he’s not wearing anything makes my stomach do somersaults.

  I press myself against him fully, the sheet not allowing me to wrap my leg around his the way I want to. Our tongues mingle together, running along each other
’s, exploring our mouths with eagerness. I pull my hand from his neck and start to lower the sheet. I want to feel him, I want him just as pressed against me as I am him. I’ve got the sheet to our waists before he pulls back.

  “You know I’m not wearing boxers, right?” he asks quietly, peppering my jawline with soft kisses.

  “I want to be wrapped up in you.” I say arching my neck as he makes his way down the slope of my neckline with as his hand firmly gripping my ribcage just below my heaving breasts.

  “You sure?” he questions meeting my eyes.

  “Absolutely.” I say with conviction.

  The sheet is pulled all the way down and I watch with excitement as he is bared to me.

  I see the twitch of Dean’s dick when my eyes settle on him.

  I see the thickness, the length and Holy Veinage!

  “Wrap yourself around me, Kaley,” he directs.

  I reach for him in between our bodies.

  Fully aware that we’ve now crossed the threshold of being just friends, just being roommates into something more.

  I’m nervous and excited.

  Chapter Four

  Dean

  Her hand on my cock feels amazing.

  She’s adding the perfect amount of pressure as she strokes me and rotates her wrist as she pulls up.

  Her hand feels so fucking amazing right now.

  My hand is moving up from her ribcage and palm her shapely breast.

  Everything about this moment is amazing. From her lips, the stroking of my cock to the most luscious breasts that I’ve ever touched.

  I knead lightly and am given a throaty groan in return. She’s not wearing a bra, as my hand goes to the hem and under the material. My rough fingers graze her soft skin as my thumb and forefinger grab her nipple and pull a little on the hardened peak.

  If my cock could get any harder, it would.

  I breathe out with my teeth clenched as she strokes me, my hips moving with the motions as she squeezes and pulls. My mouth finds hers and sloppily I kiss her.

  I pull her hand away from my straining, almost ready to blow cock to give him time to calm the fuck down before I prematurely ejaculate in her hand and pull her astride me as I roll to my back. Her legs are on either side of my hips, her warm center is hovering over me.

  She’s wearing too many clothes. I think to myself as I reach for her shirt. She doesn’t stop me, but instead helps me remove it.

  I’m going to see Kaley naked. She hand fucked me already. We’ve now made out a few times. I think the days of ‘just friends’ are over. But is this a part of our charade? Will we be awkward friends after her folks leave? Can we? Will this ruin everything?

  I turn off the questions in my head and reach up for her to pull her closer to me.

  I just need to know. My forehead rests against hers. I search her eyes, they’re carnal with desire, matching mine. Both our chests are heaving and I can smell her arousal.

  “Are you sure, Kales?” I hoarsely ask, cradling her head in my hand.

  Kaley nods without hesitation and I pull her closer again, so our lips mash together.

  She’s easily the greatest kisser that I’ve ever kissed. Her kisses are soft yet commanding and she tastes delicious and the tiny noises that come from the back of her throat—I could survive off of those for days.

  My hands cup her breasts, her hands rake through my hair, slightly tugging as our kissing gets intense. My hands trail from her breasts to her ass and I grip the globes. She’s either not wearing underwear or she’s a thong girl. I feel no panty line, which makes my cock twitch again.

  She sits up and angles her body with one arm holding her up to remove her shorts.

  My eyes are glued to her hands, my breath catches in my throat, and my heart is practically beating out of my chest.

  Holy fuck!

  I know my eyes should be on hers, treat her with respect and all. But her pussy, wow, her pussy is making my previously dry mouth water like a fucking geyser. I lick my lips, wanting nothing more than to flip her on her back and eat her like a fucking five course meal, like I’m loading up before a big game. Fuck!

  She hovers again over my cock. He twitches, tapping her as if he’s got a mind of his own saying ‘please play with me’.

  She daringly sits on me, her pussy lips are on my cock as her hips move slightly rocking with the crown of my cock nestling inside her warmth. I can feel her wetness coating me. My hands are on her hips, helping her and wishing that my cock was buried deep inside her.

  “Condom?” she whispers.

  “Babe. This is your room.” I remind her.

  She points to the bedside table and I reach over. Without sight, I feel around until I feel the familiarity of the condom wrapper.

  Magnum. Good. She leans back so I can sheathe myself and watches the movements of my fingers. I reach for her, but she slaps my hand out of the way. She grasps my shaft and runs the crown against her again. She feels warm and I’m trying everything to not push myself into her as she teases the both of us.

  Her tongue peaks out of her lips as she concentrates and then slowly, my cock disappears inside her. She locks eyes with me, my hands are on the top of her thighs, and my breath halts as I watch her expression as she takes my cock.

  And man, does she take it.

  Kaley

  While out with my family and Dean, in the back of my mind, I am deconstructing what happened this morning. I am recapping every movement, sound and sensation. From his rough fingertips running across my cheekbones, to when those very fingertips held down my hips as he thrusted into me repeatedly. How even though we began with me in charge, the roles were reversed, and he made me see stars repeatedly. My cheeks feel warm just thinking about it.

  I’m not fully sure what it all means, this morning, what’s happening between the two of us. We’ve been friends, nothing more since we met a few years ago. And now, now what?

  We’re pretending to be a couple. Is this just part of it?

  Once my parents go home, do we return to business as usual?

  I look at him sitting beside me. He returns my gaze and smiles as he squeezes my hand. We’re all listening to some informational mumbo jumbo about something that happened back in the day between Bainbridge Island and Seattle and while normally, I would be interested in hearing a piece of the history, I’m completely distracted.

  I turn my attention back to the guide speaking, but no matter how hard I try to concentrate on him, my mind automatically returns to Dean.

  We didn’t talk about the anything after we made love, purely due to towards the end of our escapade, my sister yelled from somewhere in the apartment to ‘keep it down.’ But I feel that we should have some conversation.

  Dean clears his throat, leans towards me. “You alright? You’re zoned out,” he observes.

  “Just lost in thought.” I say truthfully.

  He looks at my face and smiles, leans in closer and kisses my lips.

  I mean, what do I make of that? Is this part of our act or was that real?

  “You guys are gross. Now that I heard you guys this morning, I think sex is ruined for me.”

  “Don’t act as if you’ve never had a boyfriend. I know what it’s like to be a teenager, remember I was one too.”

  “You think Mom and Dad would approve of me dating?” she scoffs.

  “You‘re not under their watchful eye all the time.” I return.

  “You’d be surprised. Since you moved out, Daddy is all virtue this, virtue that. My little girl won’t get side-tracked and not go along with the family plan. One of his daughters has to.”

  “Family plan?” Dean asks.

  “Seminary school.” I mumble. He mouths ah and nods.

  “Yeah, so you see, Daddy has a tight hold on everything that I do.” Maddie says with disdain towards me.

  “What’s wrong, Mads? Why suddenly are you all pissed off at me?” I ask confused.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” S
he crosses her arms over her chest and huffs out a breath, turning her face.

  Dean pulls his hand from mine, wraps it around my shoulders and pulls me closer to his body. His head leans towards me.

  “Give her time.” He says so only I can hear.

  He kisses my temple and then relaxes into the new position with his arm around me. I turn into him and bury my face in his warm neck to breathe him in.

  “I like this.” I admit. His hand on my shoulder squeezes, but he is silent.

  “Shit. Should I have not said that?” I pull back and look at him, suddenly feeling like I overstepped.

  His gaze finds me again, his smile slow to form.

  “Kale. You can say whatever you want, whenever you want.” He kisses me again. “However you want.” He whispers against my lips and then he kisses me again. His tongue runs against the seam of my lips, when I grant him entrance, he groans lightly and runs his tongue against mine.

  “Get a room!” Maddie grumbles.

  We laugh and cease kissing.

  Chapter Five

  Dean

  “We should probably talk. I know we should talk. I’ve got questions, do you?” Kaley turns to me and asks as soon as Maddie retreats to bed for the night.

  We’ve had a long day. We did the tourist thing with her family, we hiked and went to a museum or two and then ended with dinner. Once we returned to the apartment, we played a few board games and now here we are.

  It’s just Kaley and I, alone.

  We’ve been alone several times, hell we live together. But this is the first time that we’ve been alone together after what happened this morning. After we’ve both seen what the other one looks like when they come. And after the lines got crossed, and everything about our relationship became real.

  “I do. Want a drink?” I ask, standing to grab myself water.

  “Wine please?” She asks.

  I take my time in the kitchen pouring her a cup, because we’re not classy enough to have glasses of wine and then return to the living room and sit beside her on the couch facing her.

 

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