My Best Friend’s Brother

Since we have so much attraction and desire for each other, let’s use this while it lasts, I know that one hour or another, it will pass, and we will be fine. After all, we don’t want any love involvement in this.

While our lips are connected, and our tongues are in a very similar rhythm and in the same delicious way as I remembered, Chris turns me around, takes a few steps, lifts me slowly, and places me on a table against the wall near the door.

Then I remember something, and between gasping breaths and hands all over our bodies, I say:

”I need you to promise me something.”

He doesn’t stop kissing me and tries to lift my shirt off my body, and says:Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

”Uhum!”

I pull away from his mouth again and say:

”I’m serious, Chris!”

He then stops for a moment and says:

”Okay. What is it?”

I look into his eyes and say:

”I need Julie not to know about this for now.”

He looks at me, and I insist:

” Promise?”

He takes a deep breath, raises his hand in the air as if in a courtroom, and says:

”I promise.”

I end up laughing as I see him do that, and he says:

”Now, can we move on? Because I’ve been thinking about this for days.”

But he doesn’t let me react to what he said and goes back to my mouth, and his hands work getting rid of my shirt, leaving me in just my bra.

He opens a drawer in the table where we are sitting and takes out a condom. I look at him, and he questions:

”What?”

It’s so obvious who he is and what he looks like that I don’t even answer, and he says:

”I’m just a cautious guy. You never know when a girl will knock on your door and ask you for sex with no strings attached.”

I slap him on the arm. He laughs in a friendly and relaxed way showing his damn dimples, and says:

”Just kidding.”

He stares at me, and I stare back. He makes a sad little face that I know accomplishes a lot of things with women, but I still stare, and he says:

”Please don’t say I ruined the mood.”

I hold myself together to keep from laughing, and he continues: I don’t want to go into that bathroom over there and end it again by myself because of you.

Wow. I didn’t expect to hear that. But Chris knows he has my attention now. I ask:

”And have you ever done this because of me?”

He smiles in a way that puts me in the mood again as if I wasn’t already.

He moves closer and says:

”I think I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve done it.”

I don’t care anymore about his nonsense, and he realizes it because he has already kissed me again.

I don’t even notice much when he puts on the condom because I’m busy leaving kisses on his neck, making him laugh.

My skirt has already lifted around my waist, and my panties are pulled aside, and I get lost in the feeling of him entering me slowly, slowly settling in and making me even more sure that we are very good at this.

… Chris…

I like how well our bodies match together. Molly is a fantastic woman. She has no idea that for us to keep this up, I can say yes to any condition she has.

I know she doesn’t want to tell my sister, I don’t understand why we have to hide it, but if she needs it to be that way, I’m not going to disagree and make her walk away again.

Not that I will stop knowing she has all this power over me, wildly while she’s kissing me the way she’s doing now.

As soon as we finish, she lays her head on my shoulder for a while to catch her breath. We didn’t even have time to go to my bed.

It feels good to be this close to her, but I don’t want her to think that somehow I am forcing something more intimate. So I ask:

”Do you want a second round?”

She laughs into my neck, making her whole body sway together around mine, and then pulls away, looks me in the eye, and says:

”I’d like to, but I just came to get some of Julie’s books to study for a test on Monday.”

Then she pulls down her skirt, I step a few inches away from her body, and she picks up her blouse and gets dressed. She holds my face and gives me a quick kiss saying:

”That was great. We’ll set up another round soon.”

I’ll be right there.

And she leaves my room.

It’s strange that everything here now seems duller without her around. I don’t want her to do all that talking, but she does. And I still haven’t decided whether this is a good thing.

I go to the bathroom and take a long shower.

…

It is late afternoon on Sunday, and Adam sends a message saying that he is already at the bar we drink at quite often.

”She did what?”

Adam asks me with the same look on his face that I think I made when I heard Molly propose. I answer:

”That’s just what you heard.”

He still seems to be enjoying the situation:

”Man, you are so lucky.”

I say:

”I know.”

He continues:

”At least now you don’t have to hide how much you’ve always been fond of this woman.”

”Hey, no way man!”

He looks back at me so that I know I don’t even need to disguise, and I’ve always had a thing for Molly.

It only becomes more evident to Adam and me when some hot girls look in our direction, and I don’t care much. But as soon as Adam starts looking at me with that debauched chuckle, I decide that I will not let myself be teased like that. I look at one of the girls, the one I noticed that Adam liked the most, and she smiles back, making him angry, and I end up laughing the hardest now.