“Pfft, as if you’d need insurance. If you were sick, I’d make sure you got treatment,” he tells me.
Chapter Five
Iwake up with my body wrapped around Addison’s. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I’m not hating waking up with her in my arms. Neither is my dick, which is currently pressing into the crease of her ass.
“Lex?” Addi whispers.
“Mmm.”
“Your hand is on my boob,” she whispers.
I flex my palm, massaging the flesh of her tit. “It’s a good one,” I tell her.
“Lex, what’s happening here?” Addi turns onto her back to look at me.
“I’ve changed my mind.” I shrug.
“You’ve changed your mind? About what?” she asks.
“About helping you out, claiming that V-card you’re so desperate to get rid of.” I roll over, settling my body between her legs. “You still want to?”
“Right now?” Her eyes widen.
“You got something else you need to be doing?” I ask while trailing my fingers up underneath the hem of the shirt she’s wearing.
“N-no.” She shakes her head.
“Addi? You can say you’re not ready. It’s completely fine to not be ready.” As much as I want her, I don’t want to make her feel like she has to do this.
“I’m ready. I’m just… nervous. I don’t know what to do,” she says.
I lean my body over hers. “Addi?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to kiss you,” I tell her, my mouth a breath away from hers. Her tongue slides out, wetting her lips.
“Okay.” Those same wide eyes don’t leave mine.
The moment my mouth connects with hers, I know the reason I’ve avoided doing this. Addison is different. That’s been obvious since the moment I saw her. Now I know why. This isn’t just a kiss. This is something else.
My tongue slides past her lips before I pull back. “Promise me you’ll still be my best friend, Addison. I cannot lose you.”
“I’ll always be your best friend, Lex,” she says. “No matter what.”
I place my mouth to hers with the knowledge that I’m never going to want to stop kissing this girl. Addison returns the gesture with just as much need, passion, and hunger as I’m giving her. Her hips gyrate upwards, pressing against my dick. I don’t think she even knows she’s doing it. But, fuck, it feels good.
I sit up on my knees, lifting the fabric of her shirt. I wait for Addison to sit up too so I can pull the material over her head. She’s only wearing panties beneath it. My eyes fall to her chest. Fuck me. Addison’s arms move to cover her. I pull them away.
“Don’t hide from me now, Addi. I need to memorize this, in case I never get to see it again,” I tell her.
She smiles shyly at me but doesn’t say anything. Reaching over to the bedside table, I open the drawer and pull out a condom. Addison looks at the foil packet in my hand.
“You just have those handy everywhere?” she asks.
“My momputsthem everywhere. She really doesn’t want to be a young grandmother,” I explain. “Are you one-hundred percent sure you want to do this?” I need to make sure. I’m fucking terrified I’m fucking up something here.
“I want to do this,” Addi says.
