“Found it,” I announce, waving the condom in front of me.
He sighs in defeat once again and pushes his pants the rest of the way off and then takes the condom from my hand. I watch as he rolls it on, quivering with anticipation. He positions himself between my legs, his tip brushing against my soaked folds, his jaw clenched with self-control.
His hands travel over my shoulders, lowering the straps of my dress and pushing it down to expose me. Then one hand gently caresses the rough, raised scar that sits between my breasts. The scar is the reason Chase is so overprotective of me. When I was five I had to have heart surgery to correct a congenital heart defect.
“Don’t,” I insist, seeing the conflict in his eyes. I know that he thinks I’m delicate. Chase has convinced everyone that I’m fragile and could break at any moment.
He opens his mouth. No doubt to ask again if this is what I want. I cut him off with a kiss as I tilt my hips and thrust down onto his waiting cock.
I gasp with discomfort as a sharp sting and uncomfortable fullness come over me.
“Ow, son of a bitch,” I gasp, biting my bottom lip against the unfamiliar stretching between my legs.
Ravi’s eyes go wide with surprise as he realizes that he just unwittingly took my virginity.
“Hadley?”
“Please don’t stop.”
I know that the pain will pass, I don’t want this to be it.
An unexpected tenderness fills his eyes as he lowers his lips to mine and kisses me gently, waiting a few seconds before slowly easing himself out and then gently thrusting back into me. He wraps his arms around me, holding me to his chest as he continues his gentle rhythm. The intimacy of it nearly brings tears to my eyes and I start to feel the heat build inside of me again as his long, thick manhood drags slowly in and out of my tight sex.
“I’m okay Ravi, I’m not made of glass,” I assure him, digging my fingers into his ass trying to speed his thrusts.
“Shut up, sweetheart,” he says quietly with a laugh, not changing his rhythm.
The term ‘sweetheart’ on his lips causes my heart to constrict. I want this moment to last forever. I wrap a leg around his waist, urging him deeper, needing to feel all of him. I need him to brand himself on me so that I never forget what it feels like when he’s inside of me.
As I start to feel myself clench around him he finally thrusts harder, his face buried against my neck, his breathing heavy.
“Hadley. Oh Hadley.” He moans my name as I feel him grow stiffer inside of me. His thrusts become frantic, pushing me over the edge. I drag my fingernails along his back as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt rips through my body.
I was wrong. I’ll never be satisfied with having Ravi just this once. No other man will ever measure up.
Before I even have a chance to catch my breath, Ravi is off of me. He rolls away and tugs the condom off, tossing it in the trash beside my bed. The only sound in the room is our breathing, and the background noise from the party.
What happens now? I know what I wish would happen. I wish he would turn to me and profess his undying love. But, I know that’s wishful thinking. I do my best to brace myself for whatever is about to happen.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks quietly after several minutes of silence.
“Because I knew you wouldn’t have gone through with it if I had.”
“You’re damn right I wouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have. I can’t believe I did that to you.” He sits up and yanks his pants on. “Hadley, this was a huge mistake. Fuck, Chase is going to murder me.”
“It’s fine Ravi, I won’t tell Chase. And, I don’t expect anything from you.”
He looks between me and the door, his eyes filled once again with indecision and confusion. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something else but I just can’t bear to hear him say the most beautiful moment in my life was a mistake....not again.
“Please, just go. Enjoy the party.”
I roll onto my side so that I can’t watch him leave. I at least manage to hold my tears back until I hear the door click shut behind him. Life is bittersweet.
Chapter 3
Ravi
“Please Ravi, I need you,” Hadley moans breathlessly.
I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her natural scent that goes straight to my dick. Fuck, it’s like I can’t get deep enough inside of her. I thrust harder and she wraps her legs around me, granting me the deeper access I’m craving.
“God, Hadley, you feel so good.”
I can feel my balls tightening, pleasure impending.
The buzzing of my phone against my nightstand pulls me from the best fucking dream I’ve ever had.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck.” I press the palms of my hands to my eyes and will the images of Hadley’s naked body to disappear. They’re too tempting. I’ll never be able to stay away from her if I can’t stop thinking about her, and how good she feels and tastes. Goddamn I am so fucked.
My phone continues to buzz and I finally reach for it.
“Yeah?” I bark out.
“Whoa, who pissed in your Wheaties?” Chase asks with a laugh from the other end of the phone.
Bile and guilt rise in my throat.
“Sorry, you woke me.” I sit up and rub my palm against my eyes again, still holding the phone to my ear with the other hand.
“Get your ass up, we’re going to the lake today. I figure we’ll spend the day chilling out and swimming, and then do a bonfire once it’s dark later. A bunch of people already said they’d come tonight,” Chase explains.
My stomach turns itself in knots. I’m positive Hadley will be there. She loves the lake, and she gets this weird emotional response to bonfire parties. She always says that those are the kinds of nights you look back on when you’re sixty.
“I don’t know.”
I know I need to face her. I wish I knew what to even say. Does she hate me for running out on her afterwards? She should hate me. I fucking hate me. The only thing worse than the fact that I took my best friend’s sister's virginity, is that I treated her like shit afterward. The real question is whether things can ever be normal between us again. Do I want things to pretend like that night never happened? My stomach clenches at that thought. It really doesn’t matter what I want. Chase made it abundantly clear years ago that Hadley is off limits. I remember it like it was yesterday.
“I wish all these guys would stop sniffing around my sister. It pisses me off,” Chase complained as we watched Hadley talk to some guy in the lunch line.
I followed Chase’s gaze to Hadley and the senior chatting her up. For the first time I really looked at her. My gaze started on her long, creamy legs, and traveled up to the slight swell of her hips. That was definitely a new development. My inspection continued as my eyes moved up to her cleavage on full display, with no regard for her scar. For some reason the fact that she didn’t feel the need to keep her scar covered was kind of a turn on. It showed so much confidence. Finally, I looked over her chestnut hair spilling down her shoulders, then up to her face. I was momentarily stunned into silence by her full, inviting lips and the spark in her winter green eyes.
Holy shit...Hadley was hot.
“You can’t really blame them. She’s absolutely gorgeous. Not to mention that she’s also laid back, fun, hilarious...” I trailed off when I notice Chase’s scowl.
“Rav, you are my best friend in this whole world and I’m only going to say this once. If you ever lay one finger on my sister we’re done being friends.”
My mouth fell open. I knew he was protective of Hadley, but I never thought that he would take it this far. And, I never necessarily thought of her that way, although I’ll be honest over the past few months since we turned fifteen my feelings towards her have become rather confusing.
“I got it,” I assure him.
That was when I’d started calling her LP, for Little Parker, to remind myself constantly that she’s Chase’s sist
er. She is completely off limits.
“What the hell’s going on with you man? I’ve hardly seen you since our graduation party last week. I kind of feel like you’re avoiding me.”
No, I’m avoiding your sister. I bite my tongue. Maybe I am avoiding Chase a little bit, too. Every time I think about him I feel a mixture of guilt and resentment. It’s like I can’t decide if I want to drop to my knees and beg his forgiveness for defiling his sister, or punch him in the face for getting between me and the best sex of my life. It fucking figures that the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on is the one girl I can’t have.
I clench my eyes shut tightly and wish again for the thousandth time that things were different, that maybe Hadley was just some girl and not Chase’s sister. I imagine that there’s an alternate universe where Hadley isn’t related to Chase and I can have her exactly the way I want her.
“Nothing. I haven’t been feeling well,” I lie.
“You and Hadley must’ve caught the same thing. She’s been sick since graduation too.”
“Hadley’s sick?”
“I guess. She’s been holed up in her room all week, hardly eating or sleeping. I asked what was going on and she said that she wasn’t feeling well. She seems better today though, that’s why I figured we’d finally get summer started. This is our last summer all together before college. We need to make the most of it.”
“Yeah, alright. I’ll meet you guys at the lake in an hour,” I concede.
He’s right, I’ve gotta man up already and face Hadley. I’ll just apologize for my disappearing act and explain to her that she’s my best friend. She’ll always be my best friend, but nothing more than that.
A sick feeling claws at my stomach again.
This seriously sucks.
Hadley
I’m giddy by the time Chase and I get to the lake.
The lake is my happy place. It’s a symbol for every fun summer memory I have. I’ve been acting like a frail, heartbroken, little girl all week and I’m done wasting my summer moping over Ravi.
I woke up this morning with a new resolve to get over it. I’m going to take the memory for what it was- like I’d originally promised myself- and have a fun summer.
I’m going to talk to Ravi today. I’m going to tell him I’m sorry I didn’t tell him I was a virgin before we did it and he’s my best friend. I understand that’s all we’ll ever be.
I’m sure in ten years we’ll both look back and laugh about how I tricked him into taking my virginity. Sure we will (insert sarcastic eye roll here).
As soon as I’m out of Chase’s truck I strip my pink maxi dress over my head and toss it on the ground. I lay out a beach towel and stretch out to sunbathe. I glance down to make sure I look good, and wince at the sight of my scar. The ugly bastard sits right between my breasts, a constant reminder of exactly why Chase is so over protective. I was born with a heart defect, a stenotic aorta. When I was five I’d had the first of three heart surgeries to correct the problem. And, in spite of the fact that I am now completely healthy and will live a normal life, Chase sees me as fragile.
I hear the sound of Ravi’s car and my stomach starts to twist itself into nervous knots. I open my eyes and watch him, glad for my sunglasses concealing my gaze.
His dark hair is messy this afternoon, like he didn’t bother to even brush it, and his dark skin glistens in the sun. He’s wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a white tee shirt that shows off his lean muscles. It’s enough to make any woman with a pulse want to enter him into a wet t-shirt contest. Heat blooms between my legs. I can’t stop myself from remembering what it felt like when he touched me.
On the bright side it would appear that I’m affecting him just as much. His mouth falls open, his gaze traveling over my mostly naked body. I’d decided on my black bikini, which in all honesty is a bit too small. I couldn’t help it, I needed to see if he would be affected by it or not.
“Dude,” Chase’s voice is full of warning as he notices Ravi staring down at me.
Ravi startles, like he didn’t even realize that he’d been staring and gives Chase an apologetic look.
“I hope she has something to cover up with for the bonfire tonight,” Ravi says.
I bristle at his comment.
“She can hear you. And, yes I have a dress to wear asshat,” I snap.
He chuckles at my insult. My chest warms a little. Maybe things can be normal between us. He pulls his shirt over his head and I practically melt into a puddle.
Okay, maybe not.
Ravi
After the first awkward moment, when I first spotted Hadley mostly naked and genuinely considered mauling her right in front of Chase, surprisingly the rest of the day is a blast. We blare music from Chase’s truck and hang out. We sunbathe, swim, have a few beers, and at one point, when Hadley fell asleep on her towel, Chase and I picked her up and tossed her in the water. She was so pissed, it was great.
As the sun starts to go down Hadley pulls her dress on and people show up for the bonfire. I know I still need to find a way to pull Hadley aside to talk, but honestly I’m avoiding it. I don’t want to make things weird. Maybe everything can just go back to normal without any awkward conversations.
The beer is flowing, the bonfire is burning, and everyone seems to be having a great time. Chase is flirting with a cute little blonde who’s a year behind us in school, I think her name is Tiffany. I search the area for Hadley automatically.
My eyes land on her and I take in her long, chestnut hair hanging in loose waves over her shoulders and her dress clinging to her curves in a way that should be illegal in decent society. My cock swells with longing. Stupid appendage, he should know she’s off limits. I guess the poor guy got confused when I took her virginity.
Fuck, I still can’t believe I took her virginity. That’s supposed to be special for a girl, not an impulsive fuck on graduation night.
I watch as she smiles and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. I was so focused on staring at her I hadn’t noticed she was talking to someone.
I turn my attention to the person she’s talking to, Jake Smith, the asshole who screwed half the girls in our graduating class. My fists clench involuntarily. Hell no.
I make my way over to them and sling my arm over Hadley’s shoulder.
“Hey LP, Chase wanted me to ask if you remembered to take your medication.”
“What medication?” She asks, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Jake looks between us, trying to gauge the situation. Everyone at school knows Hadley and Chase are my best friends. They also know how protective Chase has always been of Hadley.
“For your yeast infection,” I say with a completely straight face.
Jake’s face scrunches in disgust and Hadley blushes bright red, her mouth falling open in shock. Jake clears his throat.
“I’m going to grab another beer.” Jake practically sprints away.
As soon as he’s gone I burst out laughing. Hadley hits me hard in the stomach, which only makes me laugh harder.
“You are such an asshole. I am going to get you back for that,” She growls.
“I’m sorry, but that guy is such a player, I couldn’t let him charm his way into your panties,” I explain.
“Let’s go somewhere and talk,” She says and starts towards the wooded area a short way from the lake.
Once we’re far enough away that no one can see or hear us she turns and pins me with a scathing glare.
“My panties are none of your business.”
“That’s funny, I thought we had sex last week,” I retort. As soon as the words are out of my mouth I regret them.
“Yeah, and then you took off so fast all that was left was a cloud of dust behind you. I don’t regret giving you my virginity. I am sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand. But, you have to understand I always wanted it to be you. I saved my virginity specifically for you.”
Her words are vulnerable and they shake something loose in
side of me. Before my brain can kick in and tell me what a terrible idea it is I grab her around the waist and drag her to me, claiming her lips desperately. She tastes like beer and sunshine, and she feels like heaven pressed against me. She doesn’t hesitate to return the kiss. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, threading her fingers through my hair.
“Hadley,” I moan her name as she reaches down and grasps my hard cock through my shorts.
“I’ve had this fantasy for a while about taking you into my mouth and sucking you until you come,” She whispers.
Holy fuck, yes please.
I know that I’m supposed to be telling her that we can’t be more than friends. But, fuck, this isn’t even fair. I’ve had a painful erection all week, remembering what it felt like to be buried deep inside her. Hadley’s certainly not the first girl I’ve been with, but fuck it’s like her pussy is made of magic. Sex with Hadley was on a whole other level. I’m not even sure it’s fair to lump the awkward, hurried screws I’ve shared with others into the same category as what Hadley and I did. Before I can respond she drops to her knees and unzips my pants.
“Hadley, wait,” I protest weakly. We’re in the damn forest, she’s probably kneeling on twigs and rocks.
“Shut up sweetheart,” She throws my own words from the other night back at me before exposing my throbbing cock and taking it into her mouth without preamble.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan quietly.
We’re pretty far from the party, but you never know who else is going to wander into the woods for some ‘alone time’. She works my cock expertly, sucking until her cheeks hollow, taking me deep into her throat without complaint. My hands tangle in her hair, struggling not to force her to go faster. As if reading my mind her pace quickens. Damn, she really knows what she’s doing.
The urge to wonder who she’s been practicing on tickles at the back of my mind. But, then she sucks me deep again and reaches up to cup my balls, all thoughts scatter from my mind.
Hadley’s throat tightens around the tip of my cock as she swallows around it and that does it. I gasp her name as I shoot my load into the back of her hot throat.
“Mm, that was even more fun than I’d imagined,” She purrs, still kneeling in front of me. “That made me so wet.”
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