Chapter Three:

I opened my eyes, lazily. I grunted and stretched. I jumped when I felt something tighten around my abdomen. I glanced behind me and saw a sleeping Brian holding onto me. I tried to wiggle my way out of his grip, with no luck. He groaned and pressed his body closer against mine. If I wasn’t awake before, I was definitely wide awake when I felt his morning-wood on my ass.

I turned myself around, so I was facing him. “Brian,” I whispered. His eyes fluttered, but remained closed. “Bri!” I whisper-yelled. He whined and opened his eyes. He smirked when he saw me looking at him.

“You’re even hotter when you first wake up.” He mused, nuzzling his face into my neck. I tried to ignore the butterflies that sprang to life with his compliments.

“Thank you, but a girl has her needs.” I told him.

“Oh, trust me – I know.”

“Dude, I have to pee!”

“So, you want me to tickle you?” He asked, his body shaking with laughter.

“Bro, I’m not above peeing on you, if you don’t let me go do my lady business.” I quipped. That got him to let me go, really quick. I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and peed in peace. I looked around his bathroom as I washed my hands. It’s cleaner than I pictured.

I ran my fingers through my hair and looked into the mirror. It’s actually behaving pretty well, for bed-head. My eyes look bigger, fresher – more innocent. My skin looks fresh, my bags gone. My lips look full. I can see what he means.

I know I’m not bad looking, but there are definitely plenty of girls that are better off in the looks-department than I am. Though, I haven’t had too many complaints.

I made sure my shirt was pulled down, over my ass. That’s the last thing I want. Talk about awkward. I went back to bed and looked at Brian’s shirtless torso. Damn.

“Hungry?” He asked me. I nodded.

“I could eat a horse.” I admitted.

“Come on. I’ll make you pancakes.” He picked me up and set me on my feet.

“You’re the best friend, ever!” I exclaimed.

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Brian’s front door opened as we were shoveling forkfuls of delicious, pancake goodness into our drooling faces. Matt whistled low, as he walked into the kitchen. I became painfully aware of my lack of pants.

“If I knew you had company, I would’ve come by earlier.” Matt winked.

“You could have knocked.” Brian joked.

“That takes the fun out of breaking and entering.”

“Is it ‘breaking and entering’ if the house was unlocked?” I asked.

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I excused myself to shower. I got the distinct impression that both of them were watching me walk away. I fought the urge to look behind me. I shut the door to Brian’s room and grabbed my bag.

I stepped into a too hot shower and closed my eyes against the spray of scalding water. I went through my shower routine.

I wonder how tonight will go. One girl, five guys… Of course, it screams horror movie, but I’m not getting that vibe. Maybe it’ll be more than Brian’s friends. Who knows? Matt has a bangin’ bod and I get the feeling that there’s a lot more going on in that head of his than I know about. Which, to be fair, isn’t too much seeing as I met him yesterday. Though, Brian isn’t anything to frown at, either. I could easily see myself dating him.

Everything in my body is screaming at me to slow down and see where life takes me, this time. I’ve done the whirlwind romance. Both been there and done that. It’s overrated and I’m not looking to repeat that experience. Slow and steady wins the race, but why do I have to be so bad at it? Patience is so not in my vocabulary.

Hanging with the guys is definitely not helping my libido simmer. Down girl.

I sighed and turned off the water. I toweled off and started to blow-dry my hair, after I blew through my other morning rituals. Once I tamed my mane, I pulled on some clothes. I pulled on a pair of scarlet pair of tight jeans, and black camisole, and a white off-the-shoulder sweater. I put on some socks and put my boots back on. I put on minimal makeup, just did up the eyes.

I left Brian’s room and set out to find the guys.I didn’t have to look too far. They had ventured a whole ten feet from the kitchen table to the living room couch. They were cheering at the screen as they clutched their controllers. Boys and their games, that much never changes.

“What’s on the agenda, amigos?” I asked both guys, plopping my ass down in between them. They both looked over at me.

“We could raise a little hell.” Matt suggested.

“But, what would we do tonight?” Brian asked.

“True,” Matt agreed.

“Well, I need to take my stuff back home.” I told Brian.

“You can always crash here if you don’t want to go home after the party.” Brian offered.

“Or you could crash at my place,” I suggested. “My mother behaves around company.” I rolled my eyes. Brian nodded.

“Sure, Ace.” He smiled.

“Awesome! I can paint your nails and French braid your hair…” I squealed with mock enthusiasm.

“Only black polish graces my nails,” Brian held out his hand for me to touch. I brushed his fingertips, gingerly.

“You can braid my hair, Lydia.” Matt offered, winking.

“What hair?” I quipped. “It’s too short!” I giggled.

“Hey, I tried.” He held his hands up in surrender.

“Let’s drop by your place, and then we’ll give you a tour around town.”

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“This is my casa.” I showed them the house. Brian saw it last night, but I don’t want to give any more tours than I have to. Laziness, brilliance, whatever shoe fits. I tossed my dirty clothes into my hamper and deposited my bag on the floor. Brian placed a bag of his own on my bed, so he could crash later.

“Alright, shall we?” Matt asked. I nodded.

“We shall.” I looped arms with both guys and we were on our way. They showed me some of the landmarks around town. It was great. Definitely more fun than I would have had trying to find everything on my own. We ended up at the beach.

When it started to get dark, we decided to head back to the land of civilization. I never got any more details about the party, but hopefully it doesn’t get too wild. Call me crazy, but the idea of getting wasted around an ass-ton of people just don’t sit well with me. Too many things could go wrong. I don’t want to become another stereotypical roofie case.

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Rock music shook the walls at Jimmy’s place. True to their word, it was a small get together. Jimmy’s parents were out of town for the weekend, so they decided to celebrate with a party. The guys were all there with a handful of other people. There were maybe a dozen people – nothing too cray. Thank the gods.

Brian played the dutiful friend and scarcely left my side. We did shot after shot before I started to feel the effects on my body. I fist-pumped the air and started dancing with Brian. It wasn’t long until Matt was grinding with me from behind. Sober… I might be questioning this. Now? That thought didn’t even cross my mind.

After dancing and body shots, someone suggested we play Twister. That was fun. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life.

The night took an interesting turn when we started to play spin the bottle. I had to spin first. It landed on Matt. I got on my knees and leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a tentative kiss. He has such soft lips and a strong jaw. I pulled away and avoided looking at him. He landed on Johnny. He kissed his cheek and they laughed it off. Something about being bros. I don’t know. Johnny landed on a cute blonde that looked more than happy to be paired with him. They decided to take their personal party elsewhere, while they got frisky.

The bottle fell to Brian. He rolled and landed on Matt. Matt made some joke about being a guy magnet and kissed his cheek. He spun the bottle and kissed a pretty redhead. She rolled and it landed on me. The guys seemed overjoyed to watch us. I leaned in to kiss her, but she had something else in mind.

She nuzzled my neck and whispered that we should give them a show. I just stretched my neck further, giving her easier access, in response. She took the bait. Slowly, she made her way to my mouth. Our kiss started off slow and sensual. It turned into something heated and sloppy. We were both panting when we pulled away. All of the guys were transfixed.

I cleared my throat and gave the bottle a twirl. It slowed down and moved right past Jimmy and onto Brian. He looked at Matt and smirked. I leaned in and he gripped the back of my neck, softly. He pulled me to him and kissed the crap out of me. I was in a daze when he finally pulled away.

I’m going to chalk it up to booze and hormones, because damn it, right now I want them both.

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Brian and I walked back to my place. It turns out I live down the street from Jimmy. I held onto him for support. I’m pretty sure I’m worse off than he is.

He helped me out of my clothes and to the bathroom. I must’ve blacked out, because the next thing I knew, he was tucking me in and sliding into bed with me. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. My breath is minty and my teeth feel clean.

“Thanks,” I whispered.

“Don’t mention it, Ace.” Brian whispered back. He wrapped an arm around me and turned off the lamp. I closed my eyes and focused on his cologne. I’m pretty sure I’m already in platonic love with this guy, if not more. I won’t dare admit it to myself later. Drunken brain doesn’t know anything.

“G’night Bri. Sweet dreams.” I murmured, giving into sleep’s sweet call.

Notes

Yeah... SO... This really isn't entirely where I was going with this chapter, but this is what came out. SO, with that being said: love it? Hate it? Comments? Thoughts? Review, vote? Would definitely be appreciated!
-Katie