by Bri Stone
Lori had just as much anxiety as the average person, it was never serious enough for medication or therapy. She had me, she always talks to me when something is bothering her or freaking her out. That’s why I can’t bear to mess things up. I don’t want to push her away, I’m all she has. Her father isn’t present enough to catch her after all her falls, neither is her sister. It has been my job since I was old enough to know what I was doing, to be there for her. Except it doesn’t really feel like a job, it just feels right.
“Okay. As long as you’re sure.” She nodded.
She washed all the plates and went to take a shower. I was a lazy bum and went back to sleep, I hadn’t realized I woke up at ten. That’s early for a weekend. My nap only lasted about two hours. I woke up starving.
Lori was in her room, her door was open and she was reading on her bed, her head slightly handing over the edge. My feet shuffled to a stop when I really saw her. She was wearing a Clemson t-shirt and nothing else. Well, her black shorts were peeking out from the hem of her shirt but they were so short, they might as well just be a pair of panties. The swells of her breasts showed through the shirt.
I should stop staring.
My grumbling stomach reminded me I was headed to the kitchen.
After searching through my fridge and cabinets, I realized I had no food. With a heavy sigh, I shuffled off to shower so I could go to the store. In the shower, all I thought of was Lori. I didn’t know when to follow through, I wanted it to be soon of course, but I was more afraid of fucking something up.
I wanted to be careful with her, but at the same time I wanted her to get the full ‘Dillon’ experience. It may sound cocky, but every girl I have slept with always brings up what her ‘friend said’ or what she heard from someone. Word gets around, I get around…but I don’t want to ‘go around’ on Lori.
I got dressed in jeans and a sweater. Shit. I have to do laundry to do.
Sure, I could hire someone to do all these things. But my mother never did, most we had was a cleaning lady once a month. I may be rich but I’m not spoiled rotten. At least I like to think so.
I knocked on Lori’s door.
“I’m going to the store; do you need anything?” She looked up from her book. She rolled over on her bed, exposing more of her creamy legs
“I’ll just come with you.” I nodded and sat on her bed. She moved to her closet behind me.
“I have to change.” Her voice was soft.
“Okay.” I shrugged. I surfed Twitter on my phone.
“Dillon…” I felt her toss something on the bed, but I didn’t turn around.
“My cock is about to be inside you and you’re freaking over me seeing you change?” I said. She didn’t say anything back. I thought I had won before I felt the sharp thud of a shoe against my head.
“Ouch! Fuck…I’m going.” I shook my head with a smile and sat in the living room to wait on her.
In five minutes, she was out in leggings and a black sweater. She tied her hair up in a ponytail. For a hot second, I thought of yanking on it as I fucked her from behind…a really hot second.
“Let’s go.”
She didn’t say anything for most of the ride to the store.
“Are you mad at me?” I glanced at her. She turned to look at me. She was so small she had both legs curled up on the seat comfortably.
“No, why?” I shrugged.
“You’re quiet.”
“I just…I have to ask you something.” She bit her full lip softly. I shifted in my seat, my pants were getting smaller it seemed.
“What’s up?” I wondered if she was still worried about her manifesto. Or whatever it is. I didn’t know what to call it.
“Will you go to Carrie’s wedding with me?” I was a bit confused.
“I thought I had a defacto invitation, but sure. I’ll go with you.” I found a park spot at Walmart.
“I guess. I still thought I would ask.” We walked inside together.
“When is it?” I grabbed a cart. She walked a few paces ahead of me. I was glad her sweater was long enough to cover her ass, otherwise I would just be staring at it.
“May second.”
I whistled.
“That’s a long time from now.” It was the end of January…the thirtieth if I’m remembering correctly.
“Not really.”
“You have gas?” She spun around and stopped in her tracks, a goofy smile on her face.
“No! Why would you say that?” I laughed. A woman huffed as she walked past me. I was blocking the isle way.
“You’re walking funny.” She shook her head.
“No, I’m just sore.”
I gestured to the cart.
“Ride in the cart.” She looked around nervously.
“No.” She crossed her arms and kept walking. I tailed after her with the cart.
“Why not?” I pressed. She stopped and faced me.
“We used to do it all the time.” I added.
“Yeah, in middle school or something.”
I smiled brightly at her.
She held a straight face for no more than a few seconds before laughing. I moved closer to her and she knew what I was doing. Her eyes bugged and she pressed her hands against my chest.
“Hey!” She couldn’t stop me from gripping her waist and lifting her into the cart. She was light as a feather to me.
“You were saying?” She crossed her arms and leaned back in the cart, her legs stretched out in front of her. She’s tiny, it makes this easier.
“You are so embarrassing.” Maybe two twenty-two-year olds acting a fool in Walmart was embarrassing, but how much other shit goes on in Walmart that’s worse?
“Do you have a list?” She asked. I looked down at her, failing to stifle a smile she looked so adorable. I took out my phone and snapped a picture.
“Hey!” I laughed.
“No, I don’t have a list. I know what I need.”
I went through the aisles, grabbing everything I needed. More coffee, cereal, instant mac and cheese for late study nights. I went into produce and got more greens and fruits, then I went to get some fish and chicken. Lori grabbed stuff along the way, well she tried but I thought it’d be funny to move her away every time. She didn’t. I almost got kicked in the face.
“Got everything?”
“No, go to cosmetics.”
“Yes ma’am.” I rolled us over there, we got less and less weird looks along the way.
She grabbed BB cream, some other things I didn’t know of.
“Go to the tampons.” She ordered.
“Seriously?” I thought she was just punishing me for throwing her in a cart.
“Yes, go!” She shuffled against the groceries in the cart.
I huffed and moved her over there. Is this shit confusing to anyone else? She grabbed what she needed.
“What’s the difference between all of this?” She shrugged.
“I don’t know. I’ve been getting the same thing for years.” I gestured to the box.
“That’s the one that goes inside?”
“Yeah.” She caught my gaze for a second.
“Do you feel it?” I asked.
“Not really…why?”
“I don’t know. Just thought it might make it easier. Some girls get freaked out—sticking things up there.” She laughed.
“No, we don’t.” I shrugged. It was worth a shot. I changed the conversation over to something that wasn’t about her vagina.
I made Lori stay in the cart even at check out, it was just too cute. I swiped my card before she could finish digging in her purse.
“We should have split it.” She said as we loaded the groceries.
“It’s no big deal. Really.” She scowled but got in the car.
“You want to help me with my laundry?” We had finished unloading the groceries at home.
“Sure. I was just about to do mine.” I was shocked, I was mostly kidding.
“Okay.” I wasn
’t protesting.
The laundry room was off the kitchen. Not every apartment had one, but my mom hooked it up for me. I loaded my clothes in the washer when Lori met me.
“What are you doing the rest of the day?” She asked.
“I have some reading to do for my homicide class but that’s it.”
“Just wondering.”
She dropped her basket and went in her room. I set my timer and lounged on my bed with ‘The Murder Book,’ I had to read it for my homicide class. It was actually interesting though. I was two chapters in when Lori knocked.
“Yeah.” She came inside and sat on my bed with me.
“Why do you never wear a shirt?” I shrugged.
“It’s just more comfortable.” She rolled her eyes.
She flipped through a loose-bound book. It must be her manuscript from work. We read in comfortable silence together. Then I stopped reading the words on the page and all I saw was do it now, do it now. I listened to the little voice.
I closed my book and set it on the dresser. Lori was on her front, focused on the words of the page. I stepped off the bed and took off my pants, she didn’t really notice.
I got back on the bed and laid next to her.
“Lori?” She looked at me. Our eyes met, and I didn’t say anything else.
I gingerly laid my hand across the small of her back, trailing my hand across the hem of her sweater. I hooked my finger on it and watched as more and more of her skin slowly appeared. I looked in her eyes again as if to say, okay? She nodded once. I kept going.
In one swift movement I lifted her up by her waist, taking her sweater off. My eyes feasted on her full breasts, barely contained by the lace bralette she was wearing. Her chest rose and fell quicker, sounds of her breath filled the room.
“Relax Cheesecake, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” She stared back at me.
Her lips parted softly. My hands held her shoulders, I rubbed her clavicle with my thumb until her breathing slowed down—well, as calm as it could get when she knew she was about to have sex for the first time.
“Okay.” She whispered. I moved my hand to her lips. My thumb grazed her bottom lip softly. “Are you going to kiss me?” Her brow arched.
“It’s kind of part of the whole package…but I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.” She didn’t say anything. For Lori, that means it’s okay.
All the anticipation, picturing what it would be like to kiss her, all came back to me at once. I didn’t want it to be anything like at the club. My face inched closer and closer to hers, until I felt her breath blow across my lips. I stalled by reaching up for her hair and taking it out of its ponytail. When it fell I caught a whiff of her scent, I smiled a bit—she still smelled just like cheesecake.
I looked at her eyes but they were closed, her eyelids fluttering. I kissed her there instead, on each eye lid. She visibly relaxed. Then I kissed both her cheeks, relishing the feel of her soft skin beneath my lips, I’ve kissed her there before but somehow this was different. I was already pitching a tent. I kissed her right next to her lips, dragging them over to her trembling lips. I kissed her there, barely a kiss but still like fireworks.
I latched my hand on the nape of her neck and kissed her deeper. Harder. More. It was everything. God, I wanted to tell her right then. I love you—I’m so in love with you and this is more to me than just sex…but I couldn’t bring myself to. I had to show her instead. I kissed her again, her lips parted and she relaxed into me more. I broke the kiss, watching her as I pulled away. Her eyes blinked open, her eyes were wide, waiting.
On all my stars, she looked like she had never been kissed properly before.
“You trust me, right?” She nodded. I wanted to give her the full experience, everything that would rock her world but she might just want it quick. “Just tell me if you don’t want me to do anything.”
“We’re not doing anal.” We both laughed. And there it was. Being best friends makes this all the easier for her.
“Lay back.” She moved the manuscript out of the way and laid down, her hair falling around her head as she took a deep breath. I wanted to take a picture of her, remember this moment. I had already kissed her, there was no going back. But if I could stay like this, look at her like this. I’d be perfectly happy.
I straddled her legs and leaned down. My face was right above hers, but she was so small her feet stopped a little after my knees, I could curl her up and keep her there. Right under my heart. I kissed her neck softly, she sighed. I moved my lips across her—to the swell of her neck and her exposed breasts. She was so soft, and creamy. Her skin was beautiful under the light.
“You’re so beautiful, Lori.” Her breath hitched. I looked into her eyes, her expression was confused.
“You don’t have to do that.” Now I looked confused.
“I’m doing nothing but being honest. You should know that. You. Are. Beautiful.” I said sternly. She nodded and exhaled all at once.
I kissed the space between her breasts and moved down her body, kissing her until I reached the band of her leggings. I curled my hands around it and her panties, her breathing quickened again. I could tell she was nervous, I just wanted to assure her.
“Relax, Cheesecake. Nothing I haven’t seen before.” I chuckled. But when her clothes were off and I was face to face with her…I had never seen anything like it. Maybe it was in my head, but she looked so innocent. Her sex was already slick, her clit swollen and budding. Everything was tight and perfectly put together; she looked nothing but edible. My fingers grazed her landing strip.
“Since when do you wax?”
“For a while.” I kissed her belly button, I sucked on it softly. I had never seen a girl that still had an outie, it was adorable. Everything about Lori was unique, one of a kind. Fuck, I was lucky to be her first.
When my lips moved to her legs she pressed her knees together. I ignored it for a second. I kissed her inner thigh, sucking softly. I did the same to both. I held her inner thigh and pried it open softly, but she resisted and I stopped.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me, Cheesecake.” She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Then I got it. Of course, no one had ever been this close before. I hadn’t even thought of it.
“I…” I moved my head away from her, closer to her face.
“I’ll ease you into it.” She hesitated but then nodded. She really did trust me. A wave of male pride came over me—she trusts me with something so precious to her.
My hands went under the hem of her bra, I pulled it over her head slowly. Watching with rapt attention as her breasts appeared. I had imagined this so many times, but it was nothing in comparison to the real thing. I ran my fingers down her breasts, her tips hardened against my palms. Her nipples were a dark rose pink, perfect. Everything about her was perfect. I kept expecting myself to wake up from this dream. I didn’t.
I replaced my hands with my mouth, kissing her breasts. Her chest shuddered against me with every breath. The girl was going to give herself a panic attack.
“You’re going to pass out if you keep breathing like that, Lorraine.” I murmured against her chest.
“It’s just, so different.” I nodded and kept kissing her. This was such unchartered territory for her.
I moved my lips to her nipples, circling around them, teasing her a bit. I closed my mouth around her nipple and she exhaled deeply. She drew in a sharp breath when I pinched her other nipple with my hand. I alternated between them both, sucking until they were so hard they might fall off. I had her distracted. I moved my hand down her body as my mouth worked her breasts. My fingers grazed her swollen sex and she shuddered.
I moved one finger between her, she sighed again. It was working. I moved my finger across her and she opened her legs softly. I moved my lips down her body again. Not stopping until I was at her sex. Everything was so taught, and beautiful, the same color as her rosy pink nipples.
“Dillon…” she protested. I
stifled a groan. Everything was on her terms, much as I wanted to taste her…
“Tell me to stop and I will.” I looked up at her. She looked down her body at me, saying nothing. I kept my eyes on her as I kissed her. She flinched beneath my lips. Her body relaxed even more.
I kept going. I moved my tongue between her working her until she froze and groaned loudly—I found the perfect spot. I kept going. I want to make her come like this, so she could be more relaxed. I sucked on her clit, nibbling like some kind of starved animal. Her hands flew to my hair as she cried out.
Her ‘unh unh unh’ noises filled my head. I was reveling in it. Until she tried to stifle it with her hand. I reached up and pulled it away.
“Be as loud as you want.” I murmured against her inner thigh, giving her a break. I circled her clit with my thumb until she was whimpering again. When my mouth found her again she cried out loudly. Her shrieks were loud, and uninhibited. Most girls tried to be sexy and make shit up but she was raw, and honest. Completely innocent but loving the dirtiness of what I was doing.
“Dillon—wait.” She pulled my head from her with her hand.
“What’s wrong?” She panted.
“I think I have to use the bathroom.” She tried to move. I pressed my hand on her stomach and held her down.
“No, you don’t. that’s how it’s supposed to feel…” I said slowly. I thought she had at least gotten herself there on her own. “Trust me.”
I gently pressed her back down onto the bed. I went right back to where I was. She tasted so damn good, maybe it was in my head but just like cheesecake. Sweet, creamy. Yeah, probably in my head.
My balls were ready to fall off but I had to focus on her. Her legs latched around my head, her fingers fisted in my hair. She was letting go. Her thighs trembled, I knew she was close. My lips tightened around her clit, sucking hard and using my tongue to flick against her. My fingers delved further into her fleshy thighs.
“Oh—oh…!” she cried out. She shook and trembled so hard, so fast. My tongue didn’t leave her until her tremors subsided. Her hips arched all the way off the bed, I was afraid she would pull a muscle or something. She was relaxed, her body like a mush.
I wiped my mouth off, only because I wasn’t sure she wanted to taste herself on me. I kissed her lips—the ones on her face—softly. Her lips parted and I moved my tongue against hers only slightly. I pulled away with a pop of her lips.
