Forty-five minutes later, Andie stomps into the living room wearing one of Roman’s dark button-up shirts that hits her at the knees. Her hair is wet and messy, but she’s clean. Either her cheeks are stained from the sauce or she’s blushing. My smug brother comes sauntering in behind her, wearing jeans and a clean T-shirt and a shit-eating grin.
“Everything okay?” Dani questions from my lap. Her legs are draped over my thighs and she’s curled up against my chest. I love having her in my arms.
“Fucking peachy,” Andie tells her as she plunks down on the loveseat. Roman disappears into the kitchen.
Dani frowns at her friend. “Do you want me to take you home?”
Before she can answer, Roman reappears and hands her a bottle of tequila. “I’m not done apologizing to her. She’ll stay until she’s happy again.”
Andie glowers at him but accepts the bottle.
“You guys are good, though?” I ask my brother. “I don’t need to send you to separate corners or anything?”
Roman chuckles. “I’m fine right here.” He plops down onto the loveseat beside her. “So what’s up? You guys down for a drinking game?”
I squeeze Dani’s thigh. “Babe? You want to play a game?”
Dani shrugs. “As long as it doesn’t end up with more crap we have to clean up, I’m good.”
Andie bristles. “I’m not playing.”
Roman pats her bare thigh. “You are.” He turns to regard us. “It’s called ‘Most Likely.’”
Once he explains that everyone sits in a circle and one player asks a “most likely” question, like “Who would be most likely to stalk Ryan Gosling?” or “Who would be most likely to steal someone else’s snack from the refrigerator at work?” on the count of three, everyone points to whoever they think would be most likely to do whatever act was mentioned. You have to take a drink for every person who’s pointing at you. So if three people think you’d stalk Ryan Gosling, you have to take three drinks.
“We’re going to need more alcohol,” I tell them as I head for the kitchen and locate a few more bottles.
The game starts off with Andie still angry, but soon, everyone gets quickly drunk. Especially when Andie and Roman once again have a war, trying specifically to make the other drink.
“Who would be most likely to get drunk and fall down a flight of stairs?” Andie slurs and then not so slyly points at Roman. Of course Dani and I encourage her by pointing to him too. He knocks back three shots of vodka and then flips us off.
Then Roman says, “Who would be most likely to win a wet T-shirt contest for the biggest tits in the room?”
Dani starts giggling so hard she falls off the sofa. We all know that even though her tits are sexy as hell, they’re not as big as Andie’s. Andie grumbles but takes her three shots of tequila.
This goes on and on until Andie gets mad at Roman again. She kicks him from her side of the loveseat. He growls and snags her ankle. Before I witness something that might scar me for life, I scoop up my clumsy girl, who’s still on the floor, and make my way back to my room on wobbly legs. I manage to kick the door shut without falling with her in my arms. We tear at each other’s clothes, which takes longer when inebriated, but eventually I have her naked and bent over the bed.
“God,” I groan and rub my hard cock between her thighs. “I love looking at your ass.”
She giggles against the covers and wiggles her butt at me. When I give her naughty ass a slap, she squeals.
“You like that, bad girl?” I demand, with a growl.
She fists the blankets and whines. “Mmmhhmmmm.”
I grip my cock and slowly ease into her wet cunt. My girl is wet and ready for me. Always so fucking eager. I suck on my thumb and then tease her tight asshole. Normally, she’s shy about when I try but tonight she’s curious because she doesn’t squirm away.
“You want me here tonight?” I question as I ease my thumb into her tight hole.
“Oh God,” she chokes out as her body quivers.
I work her into a frenzy with my thumb as I tease her pussy by sliding in and out of her ever so slowly. When she comes so hard I can feel her juices run down my balls, I slide out of her. My thumb pops out of her other hole and she makes a disappointed sound.
“Hold still, baby,” I coo. My fist grips my still wet cock and I press against her puckered hole. Her body resists me with everything it has. “Relax,” I order with a growl, pushing into her.
Her moan is one of pleasure, but also one of pain. I’m not sure if she’s done this before, but by the way she’s acting, I’d say not often. Despite my drunken haze, I still take care of her. Slowly but surely, I ease into her channel that grips my cock in a delicious way. Her pussy is heaven, but her ass is otherworldly. Once I’m all the way in, I settle one hand on her hip and slip the other one around her waist so I can touch her swollen clit. I don’t move, despite my throbbing cock begging me to. Instead, I let her get acclimated to how it feels to have my massive dick filling her in such a delicate area. The more I massage her clit, the more she squirms. I don’t move until she begs me to.
“Oh, God,” she whines. “Ram, do it. Fuck me.”
Jesus Christ, she is hot when she talks dirty.
“You sure, Buttercup?”
“So sure.”
I thrust my hips and she screams. Over and over again, I pound into her until her entire body is shuddering as if she’s been electrocuted. When her ass clenches tight around my cock, I come deep inside her.
“You…I…wow…” she trails off.
I chuckle and slip out of her gently. My cum runs out of her ass and down her inner thigh. “Come on. Let me clean you up in the shower, dirty girl.”
She giggles when I scoop her up and make my way to the bathroom. Once I have her in the hot shower a few minutes later, I kiss her hard enough to make her knees buckle.
“Dani…”
Her hooded hazel eyes meet mine and she smiles. “Yeah?”
“I love you.”
She hugs me and nods.
I guess she loves me too.
It’s Complicated
“SERIOUSLY, STOP LAUGHING!” THIS IS the third time I have had to tell Andie to control herself.
“I… I… I just can’t.” She barrels over laughing once again. This time I lose my patience with her, throwing down the sweater in my hands, and begin walking toward the exit of the department store.
“Okay! I’m sorry. I’ll stop laughing. It’s not funny. I swear.” I whip around to see her fighting not to laugh again.
“I should’ve never told you. Neither of those things,” I stress, regretting trusting my best friend, who is trying not to laugh at my expense.
“Seriously. Yes. No. I mean yes! You should have. I’m your best friend and if you can’t share your first anal experience with me then who can you share it with?” Her lips are twitching, fighting that damn smirk. I roll my eyes and turn back around leaving Miller’s Department store. We came here to find ugly sweaters for our work party, and this has really been the first time since Friday that we had time to talk. Like, really talk. And stupid me told her about what Ram said to me. Then did to me.
“I’m sorry! Okay, listen. It’s just that I’ve never had anyone explain anal like you did.”
“Like how?” I ask incredulous.
“Dani, it took you three times to try and nonchalantly tell me what happened.” She laughs. Again.
“I did not.”
“You crossed the dark side?”
“Well, yeah.” I shrug. I think it would be obvious.
“You then tried telling me Ram pinned the tail on the donkey.” Her choked laughter works me back up.
“Well, I was trying to explain what happened. Kids are around! I didn’t want to just blurt out I had sex in the butt!” A few on-goers stop and look our way. Andie busts out laughing back to her keeled over position while my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I turn and storm off.
“Oh Dani, come on! Don�
��t be mad. This is exciting news! I’m not trying to discredit it. You took it in the back door. I’m so proud of you.” I take a pair of slacks hanging on the nearest rack and throw them at her. She blocks it. “Honey, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. People stop, drop, and slip it in the wrong hole all the time.” I halt and whip around.
“Would you stop it? I wish I never told you.” I huff in frustration.
“Fine, you got to fifth base. Is that virginal enough talk for you?” she questions, her blue eyes glittering wickedly. “But I mean technically anal is far from virg—”
Ughhh! I’m done. I turn and walk out of Millers into the busy evening traffic. I admit that that was the first time I’d ever done something so wild before. But it felt right. With Ram, everything does. Before Ram, I would have been disgusted if any other boyfriend would have tried that with me, but with him, it was exhilarating. Filled with passion and trust. I trusted him.
I knew it was going to hurt. I don’t live under a rock. Well not completely. But I’ve heard Andie mention it enough times throughout the years to know it’s an acquired taste. Once Ram got through my tightness, and my body adjusted, the erotic feeling of being filled in such a wicked way set my entire body in flames. The pain eased just as fast as the euphoric sensations kicked in. And when I came, it felt like I was flying. I’ve never orgasmed like I did with him inside me like that.
And the tenderness that followed was unspeakable. He washed me from head to toe, kissing every intimate place on my body. Once drying me, he laid me in his bed and just talked. He told me about his family. His dad, and how hard it was on him and both his brother and sister when he died. My heart hurt for him, his siblings, and his mother. From his stories, it sounded like his parents were madly in love. Rich in love, he called them. Ram’s mother’s side was very wealthy, her family coming from a huge inheritance. He explained that when his parents met, his mom’s father did not approve of the coupling. Any parent, whose daughter was extremely wealthy already at such a young age, would guard their daughter against men who would only want her for her money. But Jacob, Ram’s father, set to prove her father wrong. He told her father he didn’t want any of her money. He wanted to provide for her himself. He loved her and that was his duty.
Almost thirty-five years of marriage and they never touched the money. Ram went into telling me that his dad had been high in the advertising world, and created an app that helped small businesses who couldn’t afford their own marketing department. It took off instantly. He was able to market it to every small to medium-sized advertising agency in the northern region. Just as stage two of the app went live, his dad was diagnosed with cancer. He passed away not long after.
I held Ram through his sad words. He struggled with the loss of his dad the most, and shared with me that he still wasn’t completely over it. I could tell he was hurting reliving the memories. I kissed his cheeks, his chin, his nose, showing him I was there for him. He flipped me and took my mouth in a forceful kiss telling me he was thankful. We made love, sweet and slowly. He was done sharing and I was okay with that.
We woke up to his phone ringing, his mother, who I could hear since she was yelling at him because she heard from Roman that he had a girlfriend. I giggled into Ram’s chest while he tried to get a word in, but in the end, he just said, “Yes, Mom,” agreeing to bring me over for dinner.
I didn’t know why but I was all out of sorts knowing I had to meet his mom. What if she didn’t like me? Doesn’t approve of me dating her son? Andie always says that mothers are always crazy about their boys and to watch my back. She said once, she dated a guy whose mother would follow them to the restaurants spying on them to make sure she wasn’t taking advantage of him.
What if his mom is a complete nutcase, I thought?
I left shortly after and called Andie. I needed advice. A lot had happened over the weekend and I needed to sort it all out. From the erotic sex, to him opening up to me, to his confession of love. Again.
God, I never said it back. I could tell he was hurt. But I was scared. I had these feelings raging inside me, and I knew they were too strong to hold in. I knew love was brewing long before he even confessed it.
Why I didn’t say it back? I have no idea. I panicked. I would use the excuse that I wasn’t sure, but I knew I was. I have never felt this way about someone before. Felt so grounded and full with love and trust. It hurt like hell that he lied to me, but I understood why. It made me feel guilty for making him think he had to. Because it wouldn’t matter what he did. I would love him for him. And I did.
“Dani, wait!” Andie calls my name from behind, running to catch up to me. I didn’t realize I had been power walking straight through town. “Stop! Seriously, I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I know you’re not me and take stuff like this more to heart. I love you. And I’m happy for you.” I stop and turn to her. She looks out of breath. As much as I want to strangle her, she’s my best friend and it’s truly impossible to really be mad at her.
“Do people really refer to it as hide the pickle?” I ask, a small smile breaching my cheeks. She matches my humor, “You would be surprised at the list of nicknames.”
And with that, it’s water under the bridge. We walk to Eleanor’s boutique to help me find something to wear for my dinner tonight with Ram’s mom. I did get that much out before Andie went to town with her butt jokes. Since we had plans to go shopping for sweaters, she thought it would be fun to find me a new outfit, other than leggings and a bulky sweater.
“So wanna talk about the love comment?” she asks, handing me a black knee-length dress.
“I don’t really know what to say. He said it. Then, I panicked and said thank you like an idiot. And it wasn’t brought up again. He said it once more last night and I still didn’t say it back.” I take the dress and hang it back up on another rack since its way too short, and no way do I want his mom to think I’m a slut.
Handing me a red jumpsuit, she questions, “Did you want to say it back?” She grabs a necklace off a mannequin and holds it up to my neck. I push her away, afraid of what she might have me try on next.
“I think so.”
“You think so? Dani, you do or you don’t.”
I take a deep breath, taking the purple tube top she just handed me and putting it back on the rack. “I wanted to say it back.”
“Well, then why didn’t you?”
“I have no idea! It’s a big step.”
“So is anal, but holey moley did that go just fine.” I throw a scarf at her while she laughs and ducks.
“Sorry, but you set me up for that one,” she says with a grin before becoming serious. “Honey, I’ve watched you the past few weeks and I have never seen you this way. If you needed any convincing, then I’m telling you. You’re in love. And clearly, so is he. Love isn’t always messy or painful. Yeah, you’ve been hurt in the past, and yes, maybe you’ve said it in the moment to the wrong people, but this one? He’s the one. I can tell. Put the poor guy out of his misery and admit what you already know.” She hands me a pair of soft grey leggings, pairing it with an off-white fuzzy oversized sweater. “And let’s stop wasting our time and put you in what we know you’ll end up in.” She winks. She knows me best.
We’re pulling up a long driveway, a fancy, white two-story mansion coming into view, when I begin to feel even woozier than before.
“Babe, it’s going to be fine. She’s going to love you.”
I attempt to adjust my hair for the millionth time. “Yeah and what if she doesn’t. What if no one is good enough for her baby boy?” I turn to him, the fear in my eyes prominent. Ram just chuckles lifting our locked hands and placing a kiss to the top of my hand.
“She’s going to love you. Trust me.”
“And how do you know?”
“Well for starters, you’re the first girlfriend I’ve ever brought home to meet her.” Now that sends my anxiety through the roof.
“Oh God, Ram, pull over. I think I’m going to
be sick.”
He laughs again. “Too late. We’ve been sitting in the driveway for the past five minutes waiting for you to calm down. Can’t turn back now. And look. She’s already coming out to greet us.” I lift my head to see a quaint little woman dressed in an adorable pair of black leggings and a grey oversized sweater with a sequined heart in the middle.
“She likes…” I trail off as I stare at her outfit.
“Like I said. She’s going to love you.” With one last smile, Ram hops out before walking over and opening my door. With no way to hide now, I reach for his offered hand and allow him to help me out of the Mustang.
“Oh heavens, you are just a sight,” his mother says, moving past Ram, and wrapping me in a warm motherly hug. I lean in, shocked at her bold move. It’s impossible to hide my stiffness, but once in her embrace, I smell her calming scent of vanilla. Her hands are warm, and before I know it, I’m wrapping my arms around her to return the hug. “There it is. Now, now.” She releases me, turning to her son and swatting him in the chest. “And shame on you for hiding this precious little thing from me.” Ram laughs, grabbing for his mother before she has a chance for further attack, bringing her in for one of his big bear hugs.
“Nice to see you too, Mom,” he chuckles, placing a kiss into her hair. “Mom, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, Dani. Dani, this is my mom.”
“Goodness, call me Virginia.” I reach out and shake her hand, which now seems silly since we just got close and personal.
“Nice to meet you, Virginia,” I reply nervously. “I love your outfit.” I love her outfit? Really Dani? Ugh.
“And me, yours. It seems we have identical taste. You must tell me where you shop.”
Ram shakes his head, pulling his mother and redirecting her toward the house. “Enough chatting out here. Dinner is probably ready and there’s no sense standing out in the cold to get acquainted.” Now it’s my turn to smack Ram for being rude to his mom. He laughs, bringing me to his side, kissing the top of my head. We make our way inside Ram’s beautiful childhood home. The entrance is as big as the house I grew up in. I expected, due to the size and beauty of the outside, for the inside to be just as pristine. The stereotypical mansion with tons of white marble and untouchable rooms. This was far from that. Family photos decorate every surface. It is warm and comfortable. A fireplace is lit in the family room and the television plays an old classic Christmas movie about Kris Kringle.
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