She sighs, and I can feel some of the tension dissipating. “Breigh is a hot mess. He’s stopped returning any of her phone calls and texts, and is ghosting her.”
Cade was so wrecked by their parents’ passing that he’s never fully recovered. He allows people the chance to get close to him, but when they get too close, he instantly puts walls up and pushes them away. Apart from the band, Emerson, and Mischa, Cade trusts only a handful of people.
“She deserves better than him,” I mutter under my breath.
“Yeah, she does. He’s my brother, and I love him, but most of the time I just want to strangle him.”
I chuckle. “I’ll make a note not to get on your bad side.”
“Can we not talk about Cade and Breigh for two seconds? I feel like I’ve been dealing with that drama for the past few months, and I need a brain break.” She pulls me closer, her arms tight around my waist.
I nod. “Better yet, we don’t even have to talk.”
She takes the hint by leaning in so I can press my lips against hers. We kiss passionately, wrapped up in each other for a couple of minutes before she begins pulling me to the bedroom.
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper, my heartbeat accelerating.
She looks back at me and then nods. “I’m sure.”
Taking a deep breath, I follow her into her bedroom, closing the door. I don’t know why I do this, maybe out of habit; she doesn’t have any roommates, so there’s no need.
Pushing her onto the bed gently, I climb on top of her, making sure not to crush her. I’ve swiped a lot of v-cards before, so I don’t know why I am so nervous. “Are you okay?” I ask before we’ve even begun removing each other’s clothes.
She nods. “Are you?”
“Yeah, I just… there’s a lot of pressure.”
She runs her fingers through my short hair. “I trust you.” Even though I believe her words, it doesn’t relieve any of the pressure. She pulls me in closer, kissing my shoulder blade.
Get out of your head, man.
I’m in this insanely beautiful girl’s bed, and I’ve never been more anxious to handle her with care. Helping her sit up, I remove her t-shirt slowly, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. I’m committing this moment to memory.
She is wearing a nude bra that I have off in seconds. Tossing it to the ground, I pull her into me, her breasts pressed up against my chest. “You know, we don’t have to do this,” I whisper into her ear, making her body tremble against me. My dick is getting harder by the second.
She pushes me away gently, enough to look me in the eyes. “I’m ready. Just… go slow.”
I nod, breathing in deeply. Removing my shirt, I toss it to the ground and then slide my finger across the waistband of her jeans. Popping the buttons open one by one, I pull them off her and add them to the growing pile of clothes on the ground. She reaches for the button and zipper of my pants, and they are off within moments.
Climbing back toward the headboard, I pull her into me, our legs tangled up in one another’s. I love the feeling of her bare skin against mine. I wish we could stay like this forever. Shit, what the hell is she doing to me?
I toss my thoughts to the side as I get further lost in Emerson. We are at a point of no return. I’ve made my choice, and we can’t go back. We are kissing passionately, and she is running her fingers up and down my back, sending chills up my spine.
Taking her bottom lip in mine, I suck on it gently, my finger rubbing against her cotton underwear and its elastic waistband. Her body jerks slightly as my fingers get closer to entering her. I continue kissing her as I push one finger in and out of her at a slow pace. Her hips rock with my motion and I can feel the blood pumping in my dick. I add a second finger and speed up, fascinated by the way her body reacts to my touch. I want her to always react to me this way.
She reaches for my boxers at the same time and pulls at them trying to get them off. I wiggle out of them, never taking my fingers out of her, and then gasp lightly when I feel her hand clasp around my shaft. She is moving her grip up and down along my dick, and it feels so good. I’m a little dry, but I spit on my other hand and give her a little assistance.
Finally, I remove her underwear, and we are both naked. It isn’t the first time we are seeing each other this way, but it’s the first time I am giving it the attention it deserves. I take time raking my lips across her skin from her head to her toes. She is wriggling around under me, and my dick is feeling stiffer by the second.
Scuffling around, I position Emerson on the bed on all fours. She is glancing back at me, timid and shy, but hungry for more. She is basically salivating for it. I chuckle internally and then lie down on my back, my head right underneath her juicy bottom lips. She gasps, not expecting me. I blow cold air across her slit, making her whole body tremble before taking my tongue across the opening. She tastes citrusy, like a tangerine, and it’s something I’ve never experienced before. Delving my tongue deeper inside of her, her breathing intensifies and she begins to moan gently.
I don’t want to hurt her, but I want to make sure she can handle all of me. I’m close to nine and a half inches, and thick. She grinds her pussy on my face, and I slowly work two fingers inside of her at the same time my tongue continues to pleasure her. She is getting worked up, in turn torturing me. My dick is rock solid and standing up straight. There is nothing more I want in this moment than to be inside of her. I slip out from under her, but continue to eat her out from behind. God, her ass is like a work of art. I slap her cheek gently and massage them both as I continue to suck her juices. When she is about to come, I stop abruptly with an evil smile.
She literally falls over helplessly on the bed, breathing deeply. “You’re really going to do me like that?” she whines, still attempting to catch her breath from the rollercoaster I took her on.
I nod. “Trust me. This is just foreplay, babe. The main event is yet to come.”
Her body tenses up with my words and I rub my hand gently up and down her bare back. “We don’t have to do this. We can put our clothes back on and go get a bite to eat.”
She looks at me like I’m crazy. “After that? For real?”
I chuckle. “Okay, then. Do you want me to continue?”
She nods eagerly, her eyes wide with need. Pushing her down onto her back, I climb back on top of her, my dick grazing her inner thigh. She gasps, seemingly unprepared.
“Are you okay?” I ask, pulling away.
“Yes,” she says with an exasperated sigh.
Easing myself back on top of her, I rub the tip of dick dangerously close to her shaved lips. She holds her breath as I run it up and down along her slit slowly. “Breathe,” I instruct her.
She glares back at me but does as she’s told.
I push inside of her slowly, in and out, working the tip of my dick in further. She grabs onto my arms, her fingernails digging into my skin. “Should I continue?” I ask.
She doesn’t say anything, just nods furiously with her eyes closed.
Upping my pace, my dick slides in and out of her with the most amazing friction. “God, you feel so damn good,” I say, nuzzling my head into her neck. She’s so damn tight.
She swallows and continues to remain silent except for the uncomfortable faces she is making each time I inch further inside of her. I stop moving, worried that I am hurting her.
“What’s wrong?” she asks after opening her eyes to assess the situation.
I begin to pull out when she grabs me, pulling me closer. “Don’t,” she says simply.
Without further worry, I push back inside of her, the tightness wrapping around my shaft like a pillow from Heaven. Speeding up my pace, I thrust in and out, in and out. “Shit,” I exclaim. I can feel the build-up, I’m close. Normally it takes me a good twenty minutes to get off, but with how tight she is, I’m surprised at my body. Condom. Get a condom. She just feels so damn good; I can’t imagine pulling out at a time like this… until I look down and Emerson
is squeezing her eyes closed, and her face is contorted into what looks like the worst pain. That’s it.
I pull out and notice a little blood on the tip of my dick. “Oh, shit. I think you’ve just become official.”
She props herself up on her elbows, staring at me. “Was that it? Was that what all the hype is about?”
I chuckle. “How bad was it on a scale of one to ten?”
She sighs. “Pain-wise, I’d say maybe a five.”
I grimace. “Then that is definitely not what the hype is about. Don’t worry though… it only gets better from here.”
She falls back onto the bed, flat on her back. “I hope you’re right.”
I laugh again. “You think I’m joking, but I’m going to prove it to you.”
“Tonight?” she asks, and I can’t help but notice the worry in her voice.
“No, not tonight. You deserve a little rest. You’re no longer the oldest virgin I know,” I joke, poking her in the side. “This calls for a celebration!”
Chapter Thirty-Three:
Emerson
So, it finally happened. I am no longer a virgin. I never thought this day would come. I’m feeling conflicted now that it’s over though. For some reason, I thought I would enjoy it so much more than I did. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it; it’s just that it felt uncomfortable. I thought people had a lot of sex because it feels so good, but last night I experienced the complete opposite. Braxton said it’s only supposed to get better, but now I’m anxious to avoid having sex again just because I’m scared it will feel the same.
I’m starting to feel like there is something wrong with me and this is not a normal reaction. I know they coined the phrase ‘popping the cherry’ because it’s not supposed to be a pleasant experience, but I must not have been as prepared as I thought. Braxton cuddled me all night before he slipped out this morning so he could make it back for breakfast with his parents.
I really want to talk to someone about my experience, but I feel embarrassed. Sex isn’t the easiest thing to talk about. I decide to call Breigh and see if she wants to get lunch. I’m off today and could use a friend. She answers on the third ring, and she agrees without hesitation. Hopping in the shower, I begin readying myself for the day.
***
We meet at a nearby Applebee’s and decide to sit at the bar. Flagging the bartender down, we both order strawberry margaritas.
Breigh’s eyes are sad and have a far-away look to them, but at least she isn’t crying like the last time I saw her. “How have you been?” I ask her.
She shrugs with a frown. “About the same. I’ve deleted his number from my phone.”
I’m surprised she would go to such an extreme. “He does this; it’s Cade. He pushes people away out of fear, but you don’t need to erase him from your life.”
She grunts. “He’s basically deleted me from his, so I don’t know how me trashing his contact info makes any difference.”
I sigh. “He’s just hurting. He doesn’t know how to cope with his pain.”
“Well it’s been long enough, don’t you think?” Breigh snaps at me. I’m so taken aback that I have trouble responding right away.
“I’m sorry…” I trail off, still in shock by her comment. After a few breaths to calm myself down, the words come to me all at once. “I didn’t know there was an expiration date on grief.”
“Emerson, I didn’t mean…” She isn’t able to finish her sentence before the tears begin building up in the corner of my eyes.
“We didn’t just lose one parent; we lost both in the same breath. I understand how that might be hard for people to grasp.”
“I’m sorry,” she says quickly before I can interrupt her. “You know I didn’t mean what I said, I’m just upset and talking out of my ass. Now let’s stop talking about me and talk about you. What’s up with you?”
I sigh. This is the Breigh I know. Anytime there is any complication or confrontation she shies away from it or sweeps it under the rug like it’s no big deal. I’d say it’s her biggest flaw. She’s my best friend though, and I asked her to meet me because I needed a friend.
“I had sex with Braxton,” I lay it on her in one breath.
“Holy hell!” she basically shouts, making other patrons of the restaurant turn and stare in our direction. She clasps her hand over her mouth shocked. “How do you feel?”
I shrug. “That’s the thing. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. I guess I always had this idea in my head that it was going to be some magical moment.”
“And it wasn’t?” she asks as she takes a sip of her margarita.
I shake my head. “It was uncomfortable and kind of painful.”
She giggles at my expense. “That’s how everyone’s first time is.”
I stare back at her, deadpanned. “Then why would anyone ever want to do it again?”
She continues laughing, taking a sip of her margarita. “Girl, you have some things to learn, but it only gets better.”
Suddenly a thought pops into my head along with a disturbing picture. “Ewww, don’t tell me you had sex with Cade.” It would be silly of me to think they didn’t have sex, but the idea of it is not pleasant.
She stops laughing. “I don’t kiss and tell, you know that.”
I stare back at her with a smirk. “Since when?”
“Since I started dating your brother.”
“But you’re not even dating anymore, are you? Last I heard he was avoiding you. When is the last time you heard from him?” I know my words will only hurt her, but she needs to get out of her funk.
She sighs, her lip quivering. Oh, God. Not the tears. It’s not that I don’t feel sorry for her, it’s that I do and I hate seeing her like this. She deserves more than tears and a broken heart. “He’s slipped up a couple of times and texted me while drunk or during a moment of weakness.”
“When was the last time, Breigh?” I ask the question again.
“Nine days ago.”
I gawk at her. “I haven’t really been talking to Cade because of this whole mess, but if you want me to intervene, just let me know.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“No?” I ask.
“He obviously doesn’t care about me or think I deserve any kind of explanation, so I am going to move on. Or at least try to. It would be easier if I didn’t have to see him in you all of the time.”
I tuck my chin down, knowing there is absolutely nothing I can do about that. I’m always going to be a twin.
Breigh lets out a sad laugh and then pulls me in for a side hug. “I was just kidding, and I’m sorry about what I said earlier. You’re my best friend, and I could never replace you.”
I nod. “You were one of my first friends when we moved to town. You are one of the only people who knows what happened and how hard it was for both Cade and me. You would think ten years would be enough time to dwell on the past, but when we are constantly reminded of it with holidays and birthdays, among other milestones, it’s hard. I want nothing more than to turn back the clock and have my mom and dad back again, but I can’t. All we have is each other, and although Cade isn’t the best at showing it, he has a good heart. Inside his core, he actually cares.”
Breigh grabs my hand and squeezes it reassuringly. “What I said was stupid. Please forgive me. Sometimes I open my mouth and stupid shit just falls out. Don’t listen to me.”
I chuckle and then hug her again. “I forgive you.”
***
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” I say loudly over the noisy restaurant coupled with the live music.
Cade is grinning back at me, but it’s not just him. He’s accompanied by Red, Spencer, and three groupie girls I vaguely recognize from past shows. I should have known Cade wouldn’t let the chance to torture me at my new job pass by. I’ve only been working at Greystreet for a little over a month now.
“We haven’t seen you around in a long time since you moved, so I had to come check on y
a,” he says as they all stand staring at me.
“I’m alive.” I wave my jazz hands in front of them and then place them on the bar in front of me. “What can I get you?”
Cade glances at the guys and then the girls in tow and then back at me. “I don’t know how long we are going to be staying, but can you get us a round of shots?”
I nod, already readying the small glasses. “Rum? Vodka? Tequila?”
He looks around again before making an executive decision. “Tequila!”
I nod my head and then quickly grab the Jose Cuervo, pouring five identical shots. When I walk back to the group, Cade’s eyes are on the band onstage.