Fucking My Best Friend’s Brother
By
Audrey Grace
Fucking My Best Friend’s Brother
Copyright 2012 by Audrey Grace
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Fucking My Best Friend’s Brother
“I can’t believe I’m the only one left out of our group,” I said, looking at Jess, my closest friend. “I mean, Kelly lost hers years ago. She was fourteen, wasn’t she?”
“Yeah, I think, I can’t remember.”
“I remember! It was fourteen. Claire lost hers just last year and now she acts like she’s going to marry him. You know she got a tattoo of his name on her thigh, right?”
“Yes, Cassie, I know.” Jess’ voice trailed off and I could tell that she was getting bored talking about all our other friends.
“And last you lost yours!” I said, exasperated. “At least before it was the two of us… now it’s just me.” Jess’ head pricked up from her phone and she looked at me, grinning.
“It was wonderful, Cassie, it really was! I don’t know why I didn’t do it sooner.”
“Because no boy would take you sooner,” I said, nastily. “Sorry.”
“You’re probably right. Kelly’s the one they all wanted. But we’re in college now, Cass. It’s different now. You know I met Dave at a party, right?”
“Yes, I know. I think you’ve told me about thirty eight times in total.”
“Oh come on, you could meet a guy too if you just socialized once in a while!” She idly flicked at a loose strand of hair dangling in front of her eyes. That was easy for her to say. Jess was quite pretty and she had a good body. Her breasts were large, she was a 34-C and she had a nice bum. She wasn’t nearly as bad looking as she thought she was. If I were a guy and I walked in on her just sat there like she was, in her tank top and panties and nothing else, with her nipples pressing through the fabric and her hair a messy volume, I don’t think I’d say no. She wasn’t the best but she wasn’t the worst. She was nowhere near the worst.
“Let’s not talk about me,” I said. “So how was it?”
She bit her lip and looked upwards, a coy smirk parting her lips. “How was what?”
I groaned a little but couldn’t help but smile. “How was your first time with Dave?” I said his name in the ugliest voice I could manage.
“It was really amazing, Cass!” Jess’ hands came down in fists on her knees excitedly, and she bobbed slightly on her mattress. “Sex is really something wonderful, Cass, I won’t lie to you. He was gentle and forceful at the same time, you know?” She bit her lip again and her eyes broke contact with mind as her gaze drifted upward and over my head. She was looking inward, watching her memories unfold like she was at the movies, relishing it. “It felt really, really good. I kept having to force myself not to smile during you know… so I didn’t look like a tit.”
“You always look like a tit!” I said it mostly so I would give any hint that I had felt a sting in my chest. It had only lasted for a split second but it was a painful reminder that I was still single and that I was still a virgin.
“Was he big?” I asked, and Jess widened her eyes and nodded knowingly, a smirk creeping onto her face.
“Yeah, he was pretty big. Actually,” she hopped off her bed and walked down the narrow space between hers and mine to her desk. She took a plastic ruler off it. “We can get an exact measurement!”
I shook my head at her and the moment we made eye contact we erupted into laughter.
“Let’s see…” Jess began to space her hands against the ruler as I held it up vertically into the air. She had her fingers curled, as if gripping some imaginary phallus. She adjusted her hands slightly and, when she seemed fairly certain that she had his size, read the measurement on the ruler. “A little over eight inches.”
“Wow,” I said. “That looks pretty big.”
“It felt really big.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Only a little at first,” she said. “I actually thought it would hurt a lot more.”
“I wonder what the average size is.”
“Around six inches erect,” Jess said, matter-of-factly.
I couldn’t help myself. I let a snort escape me. “How do you know?”
“Oh, Dave told me.”
“What? How does he know?”
“Come on, Cassie,” Jess said, tilting her head a little and narrowing her eyes. “Guys know this stuff. We know breast sizes, don’t we?”
I conceded. “Fair enough, I guess that makes sense.”
For a moment Jess seemed lost in her memories of the night before. She sat cross-legged on her bed, facing me, her eyes looking at nothing in particular. “Can I tell you something?” she asked me suddenly.
I leaned my held on my elbow and brushed away a strand of hair on my pillow. Our two small beds faced each other and in between them lay the tiniest of spaces, a corridor just wide enough to move sideways through. We had been unlucky when it came to accommodation assignment. I knew some people who had rooms twice the size of ours. Why it wasn’t standardized was often something I thought of. “Sure, Jess. What's up?”
“Dave asked me to go around to his tonight. He says we're going to do it all night.” She bit her lip in obvious excitement. “All night,” she repeated playfully and we both started laughing.
But behind my broad grin I felt that sting again. I didn't want Jess to know that I was upset she would be leaving me alone tonight but I couldn't help myself. I said it anyway. “You're going to leave me here all alone then on a Saturday night.”
“Oh Cassie...”
“No, I'm sorry it's okay. I'm only joking anyway. You go have fun tonight but you've got to promise me something, okay?”
Jess narrowed her eyes and a knowing grin parted her lips. “Let me guess,” she said, “you want all the dirty details tomorrow.”
“Promise!”