I only guessed on one question in my Homicide exam. However, I welcomed the distraction from Lori with open arms. I kept hoping I wasn’t too in my head about the whole thing. It really did seem fine between us, better than fine.

I took the few hours I had between my Homicide exam and my Biomedical Ethics exam to catch up on Lori’s blogs. I felt like an ass for not making time to read it, but she understood I was taking the max number of hours to graduate on time this semester. I never studied right before an exam, so it was the perfect distraction.

She blogged mostly about work and the books she was reading. She didn’t blog about her manifesto again. I did see people—guys—ask about it in the comments. It made my blood boil; more than anything I wanted to be petty and say I had the honor of deflowering her, but that wasn’t why I did it. I did it for her, to make sure she would be okay afterwards.

Lori honestly didn’t seem any different to me, I thought she would. I could say there was a new pep in her step but that would just me being cocky about my skills…she did seem like a weight of some sort was lifted off her. Like her virginity was holding her back. I was all about women taking charge of their sexuality and not shying away from it, that’s all she was doing. I wasn’t only glad she was experimenting with me because I have wanted her this way for years, but glad because some other asshole wasn’t doing it. I wasn’t sure if I would ever have her the way I wanted—to be in a real relationship, to tell her how much I loved her everyday…but I could take this for now.

“Dillon!” I groaned internally. None other than Miles Simmons was here to bother me.

“Hey man,” I feigned a smile. He was the quarterback of our team and could be a real ass. I guess he had cause to, since he was in the draft and headed to the combine.

“I thought you would be gone by now.” I said. He sat in front of me and grinned. His buzz cut was just as annoying as it has always been, and he always wore aviators whether he was inside or not. I didn’t even know what color his eyes were.

“Yeah, just came by to get my advisor to sign these papers. I’ve been in camp for a few days now.” I nodded in understanding. Maybe if I just stared at my laptop he would go away. I knew camp had started because my dad had blown up my phone, with messages and emails about it. He was concerned about me being sick for a good second before he got to business.

“Gotcha. I have a midterm in a few minutes.”

He laughed.

“I remember those days.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Did you even finish your degree?” I was getting pissy but he just laughed it off.

“I have my associate’s in general education.” Figures. “But I’m doing well in the combine, been told I am a sure draft pick.” He bragged.

“That’s cool. Good job, man.” I wasn’t a total asshole. I finished her last blog post and then shut my laptop, signifying that I was leaving.

“Hey,” he cleared his throat and leaned in, “you’re still friends with that Lori girl, right?” My jaw clenched at the sound of her name coming out of his mouth. “I mean, she’s fair game, right?” I glared at him, he didn’t notice. I took a deep breath. I didn’t need this distraction before my biomedical ethics class.

“She…is. Why?” My hand clenched around my bag as I stood up. He rose too and shrugged.

“Just wondering. I mean, I assumed you would be bringing her to the party tonight—if you know what I’m getting at.” Yeah, you want to try and fuck my best friend. I forced a laugh to lighten the mood.

“Yeah…but we’re not going. I’m surprised you are.” He shrugged.

“I still have a few parties left in me.” He smiled his perfect asshole smile.

“Right…catch you later, man.” I wobbled off into my exam.

Two hours and seventy questions later my brain was fried, plus I was still pissed about Miles. I don’t know why I was surprised, Lori is a beautiful girl and it wasn’t like I hid her. She was all over my Instagram and Facebook, anyone could see her. My protective instinct toward her is what made me jealous.

I headed back home around four. Lori wasn’t home yet. I texted her to make plans for dinner.

Finished my exams, celebratory dinner?

For sure.

She replied. I settled into the couch with Keeping Up with the Kardashians, I like the drama. I might have dozed off, Lori barging in woke me up.

“Hey!”

I winced at the bell of her voice.

“Hey.” I gruffed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The blurriness went away and I focused on her. She rarely wore dresses to work, maybe once since she’s been here but she was in a form fitting, gray dress that strained against her breasts—everything strained against those things. The dress wasn’t even revealing, it went past her knees, but it was still sexy as hell. Only Lori could do that to me.

“Aw, were you asleep?”

I nodded slowly. I was so fucking tired, I just wanted to go to sleep. I really hadn’t slept since the power nap I took after Lori gave me the world’s best study break.

“Yeah.” She grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and sat next to me, handing me one.

“Thanks…how was your day?” I watched her lips curl around the bottle. My gaze froze on her neck bobbing as she swallowed. Thinking of her lips made me remember last night all too clearly.

“Exciting, actually. I’ll tell you about it at dinner, so wake up!” She shoved my shoulder and went into her room. I stood up and rolled out my arms.

I went to take a piss, which was hard because even naps gave me morning wood and then took a shower. I went straight from my pile of papers to my exam so I felt disgusting. With my hair freshly washed, I shaved off my thin stubble growing in too. I felt like a new man. I dressed in jeans and a red long-sleeved shirt. It was still chilly but not enough for sweaters anymore.

“Whoa, you’re ready before me.” I said to Lori, who was curled up on the couch in jeans and a thin zip-up hoodie. The olive-green color melted with her creamy skin.

“Shut up, I never take that long.” She stood up and adjusted her jeans, the motions made her breasts bob slightly. Fuck.

“Yeah, yeah. Where do you want to eat?” I asked her. I grabbed the keys to the Beamer from the drawer.

“Steak n’ Shake.” I agreed, a greasy burger sounded good.

I briefly wondered why she wanted to wait until dinner to tell me how her day was but I would find out soon enough. We already placed our order and she sipped her sweet tea eagerly.

“So why did you want to wait until dinner to tell me about your day?” She stared at me from across the booth.

“Um…no reason?” I cocked a brow and tilted my head, waiting for an explanation.

She shifted in her seat. Her forearms leaned on the table as she looked at me.

“I just…well this guy had been asking me out for a while. Since I started working there, but today I said yes.” I swallowed the jealousy. Then the rage. Then the jealously again. I took a steadying breath—I couldn’t act like a jealous boyfriend.

“Oh—that’s great then. You…you like him?” I cleared my throat, picking up my best friend role. I could do this without blowing a gasket, right?

“He’s alright.”

“Just alright?” She is usually more descriptive.

“I figured I would see if I actually like him more on our date—it’s tomorrow.” The best friend role faded away.

“Why did you say yes to him then? You wouldn’t have before if you actually liked him.” She furrowed her brow in confusion. I had a chance to save myself, but I didn’t take it.

“By before I mean before you lost your virginity—that doesn’t give you free will to act brand new.” See? I fucked myself. Her face went cold, lifeless as she slumped back in the seat. Her big blue eyes stared at me blankly.

“Fuck you, Dillon.”

I deserve that. I really did.

She wrinkled her nose and stared down into her lap. Her expression wasn’t even one of anger, which was worse. When Lori doesn’t look angry, she is at her angriest. I stared back at her, trying to figure out how to redeem myself. She didn’t even move when the waitress came with our food.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” I could feel the girl bat her eyelashes at me without even looking. I only nodded once and she scurried away.

“Lori I’m…” sorry didn’t seem to suffice. I basically called her…fuck me and my incurable jealousy.

I inhaled sharply and blew out a gust of frustrated air through my lips. All the noise around us seemed to fade as I focused on her. I left my greasy burger and fries and moved to her side of the booth. I scooted closer to her and turned so that I was staring down at her. She was clenching her folded hands so tight her knuckles were whiting. Carefully, I reached out to brush her hand with my fingertips. When she didn’t push me away I curled my hand around hers and pried her hands apart, watching as the color returned to them.

“I didn’t mean that—I’m so sorry.” I whispered in her ear. It might have looked obvious to the rest of the restaurant that I had upset her, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my other arm around her shoulder and squeezed. Her body was tight, rigid. The longer I held her though, the more she relaxed. Finally, she looked up at me and I smiled wryly.

“Can we blame it on the post-midterm stress?”

She narrowed her eyes at me.

“That was such an asshole thing to say.” She murmured.

“I know,” I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, “and I didn’t mean it, I swear. I was…there’s no excuse.”

She shook her head and shoved her fries around with her finger. I moved my arm from around her and touched her knee gently.

I didn’t know what else to say. She was pissed, and she had every right to be. I couldn’t exactly say I was a crazed jealous man because I wanted her all to myself.

“You should eat.” I gestured to her food. She sighed but started nibbling on her fries. Nothing stops her from eating. I couldn’t though, my stomach was in knots over what I had said.

“I don’t think you’re acting different at all. You should—you can do whatever you want.” I said. I wished she would say something. She just kept eating, dipping fry after fry into her milkshake. I wasn’t sure if that meant she wasn’t as mad or she was eating away her emotions. She wasn’t an emotional eater or anything but she ate when she got anxious, or worried. Which is what I did to her.

“I know I can. I just didn’t expect you to judge me for it.” She muffled with fries in her mouth.

“I’m not. Really, I’m not.”

“Lori?” I pressed. She exhaled sharply and turned up to look at me.

“Can we just eat and go, please?” Yeah. She wants me to leave her the hell alone.

I was starving before but I barely touched my food when I moved back to my seat. The eager waitress returned.

“Is it together or…”

“Separate.” Lori said curtedly. I opened my mouth to argue but I didn’t want to poke the lion or anything. The waitress smiled like she knew it wasn’t a date, and was free to leave her number on my receipt. She did.

“Nice.” Lori snapped. She had seen the number and the heart drawn.

“I’m not going to call her or anything.” She ignored me as she shoved her wallet in her purse.

“I don’t care what you do, Dillon.” Her tone was exasperated. She got up and left before I could say anything else.

I followed her out with a defeated walk. She stood by the car, tapping her foot impatiently. I stood on the curve and stared back at her.

“Open the door.” She glared at me. I wanted to stand there and force her to forgive me or something before I opened it, but I knew I was completely wrong in this. I shook my head and unlocked the door, I beat her to the handle and opened it for her. She climbed in and crossed her arms. I stared at her, her lashes fanned over her cheeks and her full lips were in a firm pout. Even when she was mad she was so fucking sexy. I reached around her and buckled her in, she didn’t flinch when my hand brushed against the bare skin of her chest. I shut her door and jogged around to my side.

She didn’t speak to me on the drive back home. How did I manage to royally fuck up an entire evening? She practically ran ahead of me into the apartment. She was headed straight to her room but I grabbed her arm softly, stopping her. She whipped around and glowered at me, trying to wiggle away from my grasp.

“Let me go, Dillon.” She said calmly. But I couldn’t.

“No. Look, I know it was a shitty thing to say but I didn’t mean it. You have to forgive me.” That was an asshole thing to say too, right?

“Dillon, I’m not forgiving you. Because I’m not mad. I just want to be left alone.” She spoke slowly.

“But I don’t want you thinking it was true…tell me at least that.” I pleaded. Her eyes turned down and she stared up at me. She stepped closer to me, less than inch away.  I felt the heat and anger roll off her body. She was mad.

“I don’t think it’s true. I just…” she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened them, hey eyes were dark and she was staring at my lips instead of me. she didn’t mean…

“Is this about…us having sex? I told you it doesn’t change anything.” She shook her head.

“No, Dillon. It’s about you, treating me like all the other girls you’ve had sex with!” I furrowed my brow in confusion. huh?

“How I am…what?” I let her arm go, but she didn’t move.

“You wouldn’t have said that to me before…you just see me as one of them now.” She referred to them like they were a cult of some sort.

“I don’t see you like that at all. You’re my best friend and you’re nothing like them, I could never treat you like that. I don’t treat them like shit like you’re implying, either.”

“Okay, but it’s—you may not treat them like shit but I know you didn’t do it the same way with me like you did with them.”

“Of course, I didn’t, it was your first time.” She arched a brow, hinting at the fact we’ve done it more than once. I didn’t really count that time in the shower though. besides last night, it’s all we’ve done.

“Wait…” I held up one hand. Her expression softened as her chest heaved. Slowly, I got what she was hinting at.

“Do you…want me to do it the same way?” She opened her mouth then clamped it shut just as fast.

“I don’t want you to treat me like some breakable item—or say things to imply that I am.” I shook my head. I couldn’t believe it. I should have known she was just projecting earlier.

“I don’t…but you do want me to do it the same way with you, don’t you?” She averted her gaze. I leaned down and cocked my head to the side. “Lori?” She looked back at me hesitantly. Her gaze drifted, pausing at my lips and then eyeing my crotch. She blushed a dark shade of scarlet and I knew. I might regret it later; I could have thought it through more. But the blush spreading across her face and neck were all I needed to know.

In a second my lips were on hers, in another I was uncomfortably hard. She froze at first but then she leaned into the kiss. I grabbed her hips firmly and pressed her against my hardness, she gasped against my lips when she felt me. I forgot she was Lori, my best friend and saw her as a sexy as hell woman I was about to have sex with. About to fuck. And she wanted it. She pressed herself against me and latched her fingers into my hair.

Our lips were locked and my tongue was fighting hers as I backed her up against the wall. She groaned as I pressed myself against her center, spreading her legs. I felt her warmth against my thigh. My desire for her left me with little judgement but I wasn’t going to do this against a wall—it’s still my Lori.

I rubbed my hands around her and gripped her ass firmly. I lifted her up and she latched her legs around me instantly. I carried her into my bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. Our lips finally separated and she tugged her shirt off. She wasn’t wasting time. As she got rid of her shoes and socks I shucked off my shirt and jeans too. I guess she wasn’t giving me the honor of undressing her, the next time I looked at her she was completely naked.

“Fuck.” I took in her naked body. It always seemed like the first time. Her nipples were hard pink buds, begging to be sucked and licked.

She stared up at me with eager eyes as I removed my briefs. I was already perpendicularly erect, it was ridiculous.

“Fucking get to it, Dillon.” Her words shocked me, but I listened.

I climbed onto the bed and found her mouth again. My lips traveled to her neck and chest. I closed my mouth around one nipple and she arched her back into me, her fingers curling into my hair. I did the same to the other. She cried out when I bit on it softly. I smiled against her skin as I traveled farther down.  She grabbed my hair when I was inches from her dripping sex, but it was to push me away.

“Just fuck me, please.” I looked up at her. She bit her lip softly and her breasts shuddered with every ragged breath she took.

“Not an option, Cheesecake.” I smirked and kissed her sex with my tongue. She cried out, all protest gone.

I worked her fast and slow, until she was writhing beneath me. Her soft thighs clamped around my head. I flicked my tongue against the right spot, she screamed so loud my neighbors could hear. It’s okay. They’re used to it. I knew she was about to come, she was shaking like San Andreas. But since she wanted to be mean, I stopped just before she did.

“What the…” she gasped. Her eyes stared into mine, bewildered and confused. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I thought you wanted me to just fuck you.” I leaned back and her eyes immediately went to my cock. “Why do you stare at it like it’s going to eat you?” I teased her.

She shook her head and moved her legs to my waist to pull me closer. She was funny when she was horny.

“Not so fast.” I sang. Her breathless pants were like music to my ears as I tended to her hard nipples.

“Dillon…” I groaned. I loved when she said my name.

I was more than ready to be buried deep inside her. In one swift movement, I turned her over on her front. She landed with a soft thump. I gripped her hips and brought her ass into the air, she balanced on her forearms like a pro. Before I knew it, my hand was coming down on her soft ass.

“Fuck I’m…” I stared to apologize but she moaned with pleasure. I smiled to myself. She liked it.

I gripped her left ass cheek where I smacked her. I hadn’t meant to get carried away, but it didn’t backfire or anything. I reached in front of her and circled her clit softly. She was so sensitive; I knew she was already on the verge. I stopped teasing her and entered her in one hard motion. I stilled to give her time to adjust, but she bucked her hips to move against me. She asked for it. I think I turned into a different person when I started thrusting into her.

The head board clanked against the wall as I pummeled into her. I balanced on one knee to go deeper inside of her. It made her back arch farther. I slid my hand down the curve of her back and gripped the nape of her neck. My ears filled with her moans—unh unh unh…unh…ugghhhhh. Fucking music to my ears. I lost my head and slapped her ass again. She hissed in response and moaned louder. She never ceases to surprise me.

Her breathing hitched when I spread her cheeks apart, but then she went back to her breathless moans. I held her hips in my left hand as I drove into her. I trailed a finger down the crack of her ass until I reached her tight, puckered hole.

“Dillon!” She turned to look at me, but I was already sneaking my finger into her. her look of confusion turned back to bliss as her eyes rolled into her head. Her eyelids fluttered close as I worked her slowly with my finger and my cock. I think she was just as surprised to be liking it as I was.

“Fuck Cheesecake, you’re so tight.” I grunted. She was milking the shit out of me. somehow plugging her ass hole brought me closer to the edge.

“Do another one.” She said between gasps. I arched a brow but complied anyway. I knew she’d need some lubrication so I moved my finger out and circled it in her clit, gathering up more of her juices. I managed to keep the same fast rhythm as I did and pressed two fingers inside of her, just past the second knuckle of my middle finger.

“Ah, yes…” she breathed. She clutched the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white.

By the time she came I was seeing stars. She clenched around me—my fingers and my cock as she rode out her orgasm.

“Oh fuck…shit.” I clenched her ass in my left hand as I came inside of her in long spurts.

I collapsed on top of her, breathless. More than I had ever been. Holy hell. The last thing I expected was for her to let me slap her ass—and toy with her asshole. I’ve unleashed something. I smiled at the thought.

“So that’s how it is with everyone else?” She asked when we could breathe like normal people.

“No,” I shook my head, “they would be gone by now.” She widened her eyes.

“Seriously?” I nodded.

“First of all, they never came here. So, I would high tail it out of there before they started cuddling.” I threw my duvet over her, much as I wanted to look at her naked body, I didn’t want her to get sick.

“You don’t like to cuddle?”

“No. Well, I’ve only ever done it with you. I told you, I didn’t have any sort of attachment to those girls what so ever.” I responded. She laid on her side and turned to look up at the ceiling.

“So why haven’t you been having sex since…the first time we did it?” I looked at her like she told a joke.

“We’ve been going bareback; I wouldn’t give that up for anything.” She giggled softly. “Trust me. Condoms suck. I’ve never had sex without one before you.” She pursed her lips. I felt the need to tease her.

“Who knew you would like your ass plugged.” She turned a deep shade of red and shoved my shoulder.

“Shut up.”

“What? You did…you liked a lot of other stuff too. You’re like an onion, revealing layer after layer.” She sighed and clutched the duvet tighter to her chest. My eyes lingered on the swell of her breasts as she laid down. I wanted to run my fingers across them, touch her soft skin. But we don’t do that.

“Yeah, I did. I just didn’t know you did all that. I bet you tie girls up too.” She looked at me with a funny expression. I laughed softly and shook my head.

“Nope. They tie me up.” Her mouth formed a hard ‘o’ and she stared back at me.

“Seriously?” I nodded.

“It was once. Laney from the twirl line.” I explained.

“Oh…you told me about that, I think. I can’t remember.”

“Because you never really listen.” She nodded.

“That’s true.” She sat up and stretched out. I stared at the lines of her back, the perfection. Even the slight freckles she had just under her neck.

“You’re really beautiful, Lorraine.” I said before I thought it through. She turned to look at me.

“Thanks.” She smiled softly.

“I mean it. You’re…the prettiest best friend I’ve ever had.” She arched her brow.

“I’m your only friend, period.” She laughed.

“You are.” I smiled softly and stretched out.

I liked this. Nothing changing between us. Before what I said today I was doing pretty good, but now I know this can work. Whatever it is, for however long it lasts.

“How are you so comfortable being naked.” She gestured to my body, everything in plain sight. I shrugged. She shook her head and got up.

“I’m going to shower.” She padded off to the bathroom.

“No shower sex?” I joked. Then she turned and her eyes lit up. Fuck. She’s insatiable.

“Up to you.” She stood behind the door and threw the duvet back on my bed. All I saw was the side of her body and then she disappeared.

I was all for having sex with Lori…really all for it. Against my better judgement, I got up and followed her in the shower. She didn’t turn as I used the second shower head to wash up. Once I finished, I turned around to see her washing her hair. I followed the soapy trail as it slid down her tight little body. Lori was honestly unlike any girl I have been with. The extra flesh on her thighs and ass were perfect, the concavity of her stomach was easily suckable and those fucking tits of hers…God she was perfect. Taking her anyway I could get her was something I couldn’t pass up.

I waited until she rinsed her hair off before I stepped up behind her. I dropped a hand between her legs and found her clit in seconds. I held her body close to mine with my other hand. Girl knew what she was doing when she rubbed her back against my throbbing cock.

“I’m going to take you like this.”

She gasped.

I turned her so she was pressed up against the shower door. I separated her legs with my thigh. I curled my hands around her inner thighs and lifted her up slightly, the height difference was substantial. I positioned myself at her entrance and thrust into her.

“Oh my…” she pressed her cheek against the glass as her lips puckered. I leaned in and kissed her softly. Her lips moved against mine eagerly.

I found a steady rhythm quickly. My grunts matched her loud moans. The closed shower made them seem louder. She was so slick and warm, every time I entered her I thought that was it. Her hips met my every move, her ass rippled every time she thrust against my pelvis. We kept going like that until she clenched around me. Her hands slid down the shower door as she came. I followed soon after, my teeth biting into the flesh of her shoulder as I came again.

Whatever we were doing, I was fucking enjoying it.