Instead, I wrapped my legs tighter around him again. "I'm just getting comfortable," I said, as innocently as possible.
"Yeah, right," he muttered. "You're all but grinding against me."
"Now why would I do that?"
"I think you know."
Lifting up the back of his shirt, I touched the bare skin on his sides. "Maybe I'm just trying to see your underwear," I whispered.
I started to laugh at my own comment, when his lips reclaimed mine again with such a fever that I didn't expect it. I practically melted into the mattress. His lips were so soft, but his tongue was so demanding. His hands were once again everywhere. It was like sensory overload. I was doing my best to keep up with him.
When he moved his right hand up and cupped my breast in his palm.
Surprise at his ministration forced me to jump. This action only brought our hips closer together and this time, we both moaned.
Pulling away from him, I asked, "What are you doing?"
Squeezing my breast, he gave me a grin that would mirror a Cheshire cat's. "Turnabout's fair play."
"Is that so?" I asked.
He brushed his thumb across my nipple as if that were the answer. Leaning forward, I hid my face in his neck and moaned. God, I hope we weren't being loud. That was the last thing I needed my parent's hearing strange noises and coming to check on me where they would find me in this totally compromising position.
Not to be outdone, his other hand lifted to my other breast where he repeated the action.
"Seth," I moaned. "Stop it."
He brushed a kiss on my cheek. "Or what? What are you going to do about it?"
And in a moment of pure boldness, I moved his hands aside, reached down, and pulled my tank top over my head. Seth's jaw fell open as he looked down to stare at my naked chest.
And stare.
And stare.
Finally, I smacked him on the side of the head. "Stop staring. It's not like you've never seen naked breasts before," I told him, pulling his attention back up to my face.
"I know," he whispered, then gave me a cheeky grin, "but these are your naked breasts."
Before I could offer him a rebuttal, his hands went back to their previous position and he literally took all the words right out of my mouth.
He was beautiful and at that moment, he looked at me as if I were beautiful too. Experimentally, I moved my hips again, causing us both to moan once more.
"You're playing with fire," Seth whispered, before dropping a heavy kiss to my neck.
"So?" I asked, moving my hips once more. "Maybe I just really want," I began, moving my hips slowly, "to really see your underwear."
And before I could comprehend what was happening, Seth moved one hand to my hip, lifting me up into him, as his mouth landed on my chest.
"Seth" I whispered loudly, before biting my lip. "What are you doing?"
But his lips didn't leave my breast and he shifted his hips down into mine again. "Seth," I moaned. Between his tongue and his hips, I was going into sensory overload.
His lips left my breast and began to climb up my neck again, his hips continuing their ministrations. Even though there were a few layers between us, I could still feel all of him pressing into my center. The friction of it all was enough to make me hot. His hips picked up the pace as he buried his face in my neck.
"Lex," he whispered harshly.
And when he snaked his free hand down between us and touched me where I needed it most, I flew apart.
I knew without a doubt that it would be Seth that I would give my virginity to. Maybe not tonight or even tomorrow, but eventually.
And as I came down off my high and his lips stilled on my neck, I smiled.
Because I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else.
"Lexi," he whispered, dropping a kiss on my forehead. "Lexi, I…"
But I placed a finger over his lips. "Don't say you're sorry," I told him simply. "Because I'm not."
He opened my mouth and caught my finger between his teeth in a playful bite. "I'm not either," Seth said once he'd released my finger.
"Then what were you going to say?" I asked, confused about what he could say about what had just transpired between the two of us. We were definitely more than friends after that so any comment made in that direction wouldn't make sense either.
"I was just going to tell you that I can't show you my underwear," he explained, grabbing my hands and lacing our fingers together. I shot him a confused look, but he answered before I could even form words. "I can't show it to you, because I'm not wearing any."
five.
And thus our routine was established. Practically every night Seth would climb through my window and leave the same way hours later. During the week he would bring me home or drop me off and on the weekends, we would 'bump' into one another at the bar or I'd stop over at their apartment to do 'laundry' when Rich was at work. Needless to say, I had plenty of clean clothes.
Sarah and I would hang out practically every night and every night, I was practically bursting to tell her what was going on with Seth. I was so nervous about how she'd react, however, that I kept my mouth shut. Sarah wasn't a virgin, but she didn't spread her legs for just anyone. What would she think if she knew that Seth crept through my window every night for some action and then back out?
Not that we'd had sex.
We'd come close, but we'd always managed to back off. While it had been a line that I hadn't wanted to cross at first, I felt myself growing more and more frustrated whenever we would stop.
Three weeks into our 'relationship,' I was doing laundry at Seth and Rich's apartment. If Rich thought it was strange how often I did laundry, then he didn't ask about it. I figured he must have thought I did my laundry and then went home.
Rich had just left for work when Seth walked into the laundry room and wrapped his arms around me.
"Hi love," he whispered, dropping a kiss on my forehead.
"Hey." Hugging him back, I sighed. I hadn't ever thought I'd be in this position and now here I was.
"I like you," he told me.
I laughed. "I like you too."
It was a quiet night. We had watched "Fight Club" with Rich before he'd gone to work and now my laundry was done. Which meant we had the whole night in front of us.
"Want to go get ice cream?" he asked, swaying me back and forth in his arms.
"Sure."
We went to the local Dairy Queen, arguing along the way over the fact that I liked Edward Norton's portrayal of the main character in "Fight Club" more than Brad Pitt's. I argued that Edward played the narrator exactly how I'd pictured him when I'd read Chuck Palahniuk's novel, while Seth argued that Brad played the perfect psycho. Needless to say, by the time we got our ice cream and returned to Seth's car in the far corner of the parking lot, the argument still wasn't settled.
"I can't believe that you think Edward Norton is the better of the two characters," Seth said, shaking his head. "At least Tyler Durden invented fight club. Norton's character doesn't even get a name."
I licked my cone, before sighing heavily. "It's to prove that he's any man. He could be anyone. Tyler Durden is just the same asshole hot shot who every man aspires to be. The real guy with the layers and the problems is so much more interesting."
Seth continued to shake his head as he finished his cone. "Yeah. Because if you had the choice to date Edward Norton's character or Tyler Durden, you'd really pick Norton."
"I would," I said honestly. "Durden scares me with all his radical beliefs."
"And Norton's schizoid behavior doesn't?"
By this point, I was so frustrated that he couldn't agree with me, that I just spit out the first thing that came to my mind. "Just because you have a man crush on Brad Pitt does not mean I'm going to cross over to the dark side and fall in love with Tyler Durden." Seth's mouth opened to protest, but I cut him off. "And you know what else?" I asked, but didn't wait for a response, before I took my vanilla ice cream
cone and shoved it in his face, thus winning the argument in my opinion.
Seth's mouth opened in surprise and I just smiled at him.
"You're going to pay for that," he whispered, his eyes narrowing.
"I hope so," I whispered back. Then, to cut him off again, I leaned forward and licked the ice cream off the side of his face. As I began to pull away, he grabbed my face and kissed me right in the middle of broad daylight. Granted, we were in his car, but anyone could have seen us.
"I think we better go back to your apartment," I whispered.
Seth didn't even try to disagree.
The moment we stepped foot in his apartment, I was in Seth's arms. He kissed me deeply as we somehow managed to make it through the living room, down the hallway, and into his bedroom.
When I was safely on his bed with him hovering over me, he finally spoke. "I know we should take this slow," he said, "but whenever I'm with you, it's like that logic just flies out the window."
"I look at it this way," I said, taking his face in my hands. "We've been taking it slow for the last ten years. We're making up for lost time now."
Seth seemed satisfied with that answer because he kissed me again. When his tongue touched mine, I moaned loudly, thankful that my brother was at work. If anyone were to interrupt us at that moment, I probably would have killed them.
When Seth's lips traveled down my neck, I laced my fingers in his hair to bring him closer. "I've wanted you for years," I confessed, closing my eyes to enjoy his ministrations.
"I've wanted you twice as long," he whispered, lifting up my shirt to touch my stomach.
"So what do we do about that?" I asked.
Seth lifted his head and looked at me. "There's only one thing that I can think of," he said simply. "But if you aren't ready, I understand. Pushing you is the last thing that I want to do."
Tugging at the hem of his shirt, I pulled it over his head. "I'm ready," I said softly.
My response was met once again with his lips against mine. This kiss was softer, however, less demanding. It was a kiss that stated that we'd been tiptoeing around this long enough and it was time to do something about it.
And suddenly, I couldn't tell where he ended and I began. His lips were everywhere as my fingers trailed over his back. My shirt and bra quickly joined his on the floor and were replaced by his mouth and hands. My breathing hitched up a notch when he took off my shorts and hooked his fingers in my panties, pulling them down at the same time. As I lay fully bare in front of him, I felt myself try to cover up the best I could, but he took my hands and placed them over my head before he glanced over my body from head to toe.
"Perfect," he whispered, his lips landing on my neck.
And then I was unbuttoning his shorts and yanking them off with his boxers. I'd seen naked guys before. I did, after all, go to college. I lived in a dorm that had Porn Parties on a weekly basis. Nothing could prepare me for seeing the real thing. let alone a very naked Seth. All of the nerves that I'd had about losing my virginity flew out the window. I wasn't worried about the pain or wonder about whether he'd fit. Somehow, I just knew he would and that everything would work itself out.
But Seth still didn't rush, even though we were both naked. Instead of rushing things, he only seemed to slow down. His fingers moved south and traced my most intimate folds, which made me gasp. His touch was so gentle, so loving that I could have cried. As the fever began to grow, the feeling in my stomach did as well.
Wanting to return his affection, I sat up and reached for him. After a few heated strokes, his breathing deepened and quickened and I felt a smile cross my face at the thought that I could make him as hot and bothered as he made me. Seth's hand caught mine in his own and pulled it away. Lacing our fingers together, he laid me back down.
"Condom," I said softly, knowing what came next. I was ready. I was more than willing.
He pulled away from me and walked out of the room for a minute, before returning, all ready to go. When he crawled back on the bed and over me, I felt my stomach swirl in anticipation. After all these years, I was going to lose my virginity.
To my brother's best friend.
Lacing his fingers through mine again, he dropped a light kiss in my cheek. "Are you completely sure?" he asked.
"Yes," I said strongly.
And then he was parting my legs and positioning himself between me. I moaned loudly as he slid his length into me as no one had before. I wasn't naïve. I knew that being twenty-one and a virgin, my hymen probably was no longer intact, so the only thing I had to worry about, was adjusting to his size.
"You feel so good," Seth moaned, dropping his head to my shoulder, before biting my neck softly. I moaned once, then twice as his fingers dropped to rub against my most sensitive area.
And then he started to move.
Slowly at first.
As my body adjusted to his size and his fingers continued their ministrations, I could already feel my nerves bounding together tightly. This was what I'd been missing for all those years, this feeling of completeness.
I tilted my hips up in order to allow more of him in and his breathing hitched. "Lexi," Seth whispered. "Lexi."
Biting his shoulder gently, I began to return his thrusts. Just when I thought the friction couldn't get any more unbearable, he would quicken the pace, making me feel as if I was going to fly apart.
His fingers pressed against me harder and I flew over the edge, not able to hold back the scream that ripped from my throat. A minute later, he stiffened over me and with one last thrust, collapsed on my body.
I was sweaty. I was exhausted.
But I was happy.
He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling a little empty, but made up for it when he pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead before I promptly fell asleep.
When I awoke a half hour later, Seth was passed out. Trying my best to not wake him up, I pulled out of his embrace and walked to the bathroom where I cleaned myself up.
When I returned to the bedroom, I realized that he had rolled onto his stomach. Climbing back on the bed, I sat there, tracing the intricate lines of his Celtic tattoo. My tracing woke him up as he moaned and then looked at me with a huge smile.
"Are you okay?" he asked me softly.
"Yeah," I replied, continuing my tracing. "I mean, people had told me what to expect, so I was prepared."
"Expect?" he asked, confused.
"Yeah." When my finger would get to the end of one line, I'd start all over or find a new one to trace. I was so into my activity, I replied without thinking, "I mean, Sarah told me it hurt really bad her first time, but she'd been fifteen at the time."
Seth sat up quickly and grabbed the hand that had been tracing his tattoo. "First time?" he asked softly, tracing a line down my cheek. "That was your first time?"
I shrugged. "Can we not make a huge deal out of this?" I asked him. "Yes. You were my first. No, I'm not upset. Yes, I'm fine. I'm more than fine, actually." I leaned forward and kissed him softly. He returned it, which made me realize he wasn't mad or upset.
"Well I'm honored," Seth told me.
I smiled and laced our fingers together. "You should be." Then I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. "Up for seconds?"
When I finally left hours later, it was only because my brother would be home soon from work and there was no way in hell that I wanted him to catch me naked in his best friend's bed.
It took everything in me to leave Seth that night and I was extremely preoccupied with my thoughts as I got dressed.
If I only would have paid more attention while I was putting my clothes on.
Then I wouldn't have stupidly forgotten my panties on Seth's floor.
six.
Checking my phone for the billionth time that day, I tried my best not to sigh and draw attention to myself. All day at work, I'd hoped that Seth would text or call me, but so far, I hadn't heard a single word. I didn't want to turn into the clingy type, especiall
y since I knew that I wasn't officially his girlfriend, but I couldn't help it.
The night before, I'd thrown all caution to the wind and slept with Seth and today, he was silent like some terrible teen film.
Needless to say, when Sarah had called that afternoon asking if I wanted to go to the bar with her, I'd jumped at the opportunity. Maybe I'd get good and drunk and spill everything to my best friend. By that point, would that really have been such a bad idea?
I got home from work around four and took a quick shower before getting ready to go out. Not caring too much about how I looked, I threw on a pair of worn jeans and a comfy tee shirt. Sarah picked me up a few minutes later.
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