Sneaking my arm around Cin made me feel like high school all over again. Me and Jenn, my first girlfriend. Except this time, I wasn’t sweating bullets because this was my first girlfriend ever, although it was another first –the first girl I really liked. Or at least thought I did.

This was all new ground for me – in the best and worst ways.

When I further shifted my arm a bit, though, what I didn’t count on was brushing against Owen’s shoulder. He tossed me a sidelong grin. “If you just wanted to cuddle, baby bro, you just had to ask.”

I rolled my eyes. “Now wouldn’t be a bad time for a bathroom break, if you know what I mean.”

The past few minutes of having Cin so touchably close had been nothing short of excruciating. Now that my arm was around her, all I’d have to do is turn her face toward mine and kiss her.

Cin shushed us. “I’m trying to watch the movie.”

It was still early on in the movie, where Jack Nicholson was still eerie, but not yet terrifying. Although Cin was crazy if she thought I could concentrate on a movie when she was pressed up so tightly to me.

Suddenly, Owen’s arm was snaked around Cin as well. I tried not to show my irritation that he was touching her. Though I knew we had decided to try and share Cin, I really just wanted some time alone with her at the moment. But as the minutes ticked on, and Owen showed no signs of going away, it occurred to me, that if he really was as ok with us as he claimed, he wouldn’t mind a little mid-movie macking between Cin and I.

So, all there was to do was palm her cheekbone how I’d been aching to and turn her face to mine. That first brush of lips was a shock.

Funny, how I could forget how good kissing her felt.

She tasted like honey and wine, and, wildly, I wanted to taste her down below too. Right now, though, I was content with the wild thrash of our mouths pressed together.

The sound of Owen clearing his throat pulled us both back into reality. I pulled back from Cin and tossed Owen an annoyed glance, which he promptly ignored.

Beside me, Cin looked like she wanted to sink into the couch crevice and never return.

“Hey.” I took her hand. “Want to take a movie break?”

When her brow furrowed with uncertainty, I took her face in my hands and dealt it the most lip-throttling kiss I had in me: lips twisted, tongues splayed, my hands pulled her into me. Peeling away so only our foreheads were kissing, I said, “Let me rephrase that: let’s go to your room.”

And then, our lips re-plastering was her way of saying ‘hell yes’. So, all there was to do was pick her up and take her there.

We were only a few steps away, when Owen called, “Have fun.”

I paused, but there’d been no animosity in his tone.

“We will,” I said, shaking off the feeling that this was some impossible la-la fairy land.

Owen and I actually sharing – we would’ve thought it possible. If only Mom could see us now.

A pleased sort of shudder went through me. What was about to happen weren’t for anyone’s eyes but ours, thankfully.

I closed the door behind me, while Cin leaned back on her elbows on the bed and eyed me. “Who said you could do that?”

Even in the cool dare of her pressed-together kissed-pink lips, I could see the quirkings of a smile. I kissed it right off her, before saying, “I did.”

That seemed to be the right answer, since next thing I knew, her hands were raking through my hair, pulling me closer. I was only too happy to oblige.

Hot, she’s so fucking hot, was the thought that kept recurring to me – half-savagely, half in wonderment, as our bodies squirmed over each other. Cin remade the definition of ‘sex’, turned it into something more than itself, something full-body, entire-minded, whole-souled.

As our lips locked and our hands glided over each other, every part of her responding to my every touch. There was no doubt in my mind that every atom of her body was fully into this, as was mine.

Already, my cock was hard enough to crack glass. As fast as everything was going, I couldn’t seem to get my clothes off and into Cin’s luscious body quickly enough.

I wanted to be inside Cin now, not just stripping off her shirt.

Her top was partway up when she paused, fixing me with that who-the-fuck-do-you-think-you-are look. That was one of the things I loved best about her – her variability. I never knew what to expect, whether I’d be getting shy chaste Nurse Cin, or wild Dirty Girl Cin.

With that look, there was no doubting.

“Who said you could do that?” she said.