First and Last

While consoling her best friend over his recent breakup, a drunken kiss turns Callie's world upside down. Though she's been secretly in love with Eugene for years, she knows better than to hope he'll look at her in that way. She lets him stay at her apartment in order to avoid driving while drunk and in the morning, things take a sexy turn. She wants him to be her first. He's ready to be more...

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“I don’t think I should drive. Do you?”

“No.” I had already taken the precaution of hiding his car keys. He tried to pour himself another drink and managed to spill more of it onto his hand than into the mug. It was a cheap wine, all that either of us could afford on our college student budgets. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

“I’m celebrating.” His words were slurred. “We survived finals and I’m a single man again.”

I sighed. The latter was something I was thrilled about, though I knew Eugene didn’t feel the same. He had once talked of marrying Tara when we all finished college next year and having her leave him for another guy had to hurt. “I think you should go to bed.”

“Only if you come with me.”

“I’ll be there in a bit.” I was proud of how normal I sounded. I knew he didn’t mean anything by it, other than he just wanted company. Friendly company and nothing more. “I want to clean up the mess you made.”

“I’ll wait.” He leaned against the counter. Right on the puddle of wine that he’d made.

I gave him a not-so playful shove. “Then get out of the way.”

“So mean, Callie. Sometimes it’s hard to believe you love me.”

I had gotten drunk one night and told him that. But had later managed to convince him that I loved him like a brother. Nothing more.

He didn’t know the truth. No one would ever know. I just had to keep pretending.

“Sometimes I can’t believe I love you either,” I muttered. I grabbed a bunch of paper towels off the roll and bent to mop up the puddle at Eugene’s feet.

“Fuck.”

“What?” I glanced up. Realized that I was not only nearly face-to-face with his crotch—and there was a very distinct and growing bulge behind that fly—but also, I’d been getting ready for bed when he’d shown up, so was wearing a tank top that was much thinner and lower cut than what I would normally wear otherwise.

And no bra.

Which meant that at the moment, he had a clear view of my bare breasts. He was likely also getting a good look at the way my nipples were getting hard.