The rest of the night plays out completely different than I expected. Natalie won’t leave his side.
I give up on my dreams of tonight being the night for something to happen around midnight.
Instead of going home, Eva begs me to spend the night. “Please.” She clasps her hands together in front of me. “I leave for Chicago in seven weeks. Our sleepover nights are limited.”
Even the thought makes my insides tense. “You’re right. I don’t want to think about that right now. Let’s have a slumber party like we used to. We can round up a big tray of leftover desserts and put onDirty Dancing.”
We race to her bedroom with a big tray of desserts that are impossible for just the two of us to consume. She changes into her pajamas, and I rip off my dress and steal a tank top from her, leaving me in just my black panties and her white top.
About halfway through the movie, I look over to find Eva snoring with a piece of cheesecake hanging out of the side of her mouth.
My first thought is,This is why she is my best friend.
My second is,I wonder what Walker is doing. He’s probably asleep.
I can’t help but replay our conversation tonight over and over in my head. From the way his eyes roamed my body to the feel of his skin on my fingertips.
I wanted tonight to be something special.
It dawns on me that this will probably be the last time I sleep at their house with Walker here.
He’s already one year from getting his law degree. And who knows where the wind will blow for me and Eva in our next chapter? This is it.
If I want to take a chance on what I feel for him, tonight is the night. I want to show him that I’m not innocent or just his younger sister’s best friend. I’m going off to college now. We’ll both be attending school in the same city. We can make it work.
With a renewed sense of confidence, I tiptoe out of Eva’s room and down the hallway, until I’m standing outside of Walker’s room. I press my ear to the door. I don’t hear anything. I take one last deep breath and slowly turn the knob to the right, then push it open.
It’s dark. I can barely make out his form lying in the bed as the moon casts a subtle light on him. I walk to the edge of his bed. His covers are at his waist. He isn’t wearing a shirt. My body instantly reacts to the smooth edges of his muscles.
My instincts take over from here. I’m not even thinking. Just doing what I want. What my body wants. I sit down on the bed and let my fingers glide over the soft ridges of his abs. They flex under my touch.
I push the covers down, revealing a pair of tight black boxers. The outline of his dick is huge. I’m no virgin by any means, but I wouldn’t call myself experienced. I still feel slightly intimidated at the sight of a man’s dick.
Not now.
I am practically salivating over the idea of touching him, of being the one to bring him to the height of pleasure.
My fingers move back to his abs before running lower to the waistband of his boxers, brushing back and forth. He groans and lifts an arm above his head, but doesn’t wake. His dick is harder now, growing by the second.
I should wake him first, but I’m too transfixed. I wrap my fingers around him and stroke it over the material. He’s thick. My fingers don’t fit all the way around him.
I feel his hand on my shoulder.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he groans.
That’s all the motivation I need. I push his boxers down, revealing the most perfect dick I know I’ll ever see. There’s a bead of pre-cum, and I immediately need to know what he tastes like. I lick around his tip until I get all of it on my tongue. His moan tells me he likes it.
I’ve only given a handful of blow jobs before. All I know is what I’ve looked up on the internet.
I decide to just go all out, see what he likes. I wrap my lips around him and glide them down as far as they can go until he touches the back of my throat, making me gag.
“Goddamn,” he exhales. “You can take so much of me.”
His words spur me on. I suck up and down vigorously, letting him gag me each time. His hands fist into my hair as he makes almost-painful, choked sounds.
“Yeah, just like that. Take it deeper,” he demands in a deep, groggy voice. “Choke on it like a good girl.”
I’ve never been talked to like this. My panties instantly become wet as a moan escapes my throat. I wrap my hand around the base of his dick, where my mouth doesn’t reach, then move it up and down in time with my mouth.
