I was not going to freak out about kissing Alexander and here was why;

One, we were drunk.

Two, I had kissed him before whenever he needed to lose a clingy girl.

And three, this wasn't my first kiss, obviously, aka, I didn't lose my shit over kissing a guy.

I did however, lose my shit when my best friend was kissing me for no apparent reason. It was wrong on so many levels, and on one of those levels, I knew that, even in my drunken state.

Which is why I had no idea how we got back to his place or how he managed to get me down on his bed, his mouth still sealed over mine. I must've been drunker than I realized.

My hands were buried in his thick golden locks while my legs were wrapped around his hips. Alex was using one hand to keep most of his weight off me while the other one had grasped my thigh and was pulling up my skintight dress.

– We were going dangerous places.

"Alex," I breathed heavily, managing to break my lips from his for a moment. "Alex, we shouldn't."

"I fucking know, but I don't want to stop," He throatily replied, kissing me down my neck until he reached my cleavage. "I could do so many things to you, Soph. I really could."

Biting my lip to prevent myself from moaning, I dug my fingers into his scalp when his teeth bit into the swell of my breast, simultaneously with his hand going up under my dress, seeking out my inner thigh.

"Ah shit, this is bad," I finally said, exhaling a breath that was somewhat similar to a moan. "So, so, so bad."

"Then why do you feel so good, Sophie?"

My brain was chanting 'stop-stop-stop', but my body was singing 'fuck-fuck-fuck'. I didn't know which one I wanted to listen to, even if I knew which one was the right one. That meant I was deliberately choosing to ruin our friendship over what I knew in Alexander's case would be a one-night-stand.

Yeah, I had to be thoroughly shitfaced.

His hand swooped under my body and then I slowly felt how he dragged the zipper on my back down, all the way to my ass.

"Alex," I whispered, clenching my legs around him. "Should we be doing this? I mean, we're drunk and we've been friends forever..."

"I'm tired of just being your friend, Sophie," He growled, pausing for a moment to meet my eyes. Despite I knew how much he had consumed tonight, his eyes looked sober. "I want to be more than that. Let me."

My thoughts were fighting with each other in a deadly battle; Eight years. Eight years of friendship, and we were going to throw it all away for what? One night of pure ecstasy? Was that worth it? And what the hell was he saying, he was tired of just being my friend? Had he been wanting more all this time? Had his 'harmless' flirting been for real and had I been too blind to notice?

But then what about the other night at Miles's party when he had hooked up with another girl? If he was so crazy about me, why was he still hooking up with dumb bimbos?

"Look at me, Alexander," I said, tugging his head up. "Are you for real with me? Look me in the eyes and tell me you're not playing your best friend in the whole world right now."

He looked straight into my eyes and didn't blink. "I'm not playing you, Sophie Reynolds. You know me better than anyone, I wouldn't do this if I wasn't absolutely one-hundred-percent serious. I'm crazy about you and have been for years. You just never noticed."

I took a moment to swallow that information. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"I can be a brilliant wordsmith to all the girls I pick up, Soph, and you know it. They don't need much more than a kinky joke and dirty look and then they're hooked," He replied, his eyes dropping to my lips. "But with you, Soph, I just don't have the advanced linguistic skills to formulate a sentence and profess how much I want you. You're not like them, you don't fall for my tricks – believe me, I've tried," He said, giving me a pointed look. "So I don't know how to tell you that I want you."

"I think you just did," I murmured, pulling him to my lips. He met them, and once again, I wrapped my hands around him and savored the sensation of his lips against mine. They felt new but strangely familiar in a way I couldn't explain. It wasn't because we had kissed before, there was just something different. Maybe it was because this time, we were both for real. Not just him.

Alex brought his hand to my cheek and tentatively cupped it before he moved it down my neck, to the strap of my dress. He softly pulled it down, letting my bra be.

Slowly, with joined help, we both managed to get my tight-fitting dress off with some awkward maneuvering. Alexander then laid back on top of me, covering me with the warmth of his own body.

"Where's your mom?" I whispered as he kissed me down my throat.

"She's at work, but I was kind of hoping we could do this without her."

I slapped his arm, semi-hard. "Don't be gross, I was just checking."

"Why? Did you want to know how loud you can be?"

"Alex!"

"You can go louder than that."

"Alex," I snapped, whacking him over his head. "You're sometimes so stupid for a guy with an IQ that's higher than 170."

He chuckled against my sternum. "And you're kinda sexy for someone who's never touched herself before."

"And how would you know if I've ever touched myself before or not?"

"Have you?"

"No, but that's besides the point."

He rose his head and then slowly lifted a brow. "Can I touch you?"

It seemed stupid of him to ask since we just spent so much time getting my dress off, but I understood why he did it. I slowly nodded, swallowing a little lump before I spoke. "I guess if you feel you must."

"I really do," He said, his eyes turning a darker shade and his voice dropping an octave. "I really, really do."

He kissed his way down my body, pausing at my breasts to gently tug the bra away and give them both a little attention. Little being an understatement. He unhooked my bra and then drew first my right nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue, before he moved over to the left one and repeated. With each flicker of his tongue, I felt my breasts grow heavier and my abdomen grow tighter with need. The small humming noises and the occasional groan that rumbled from his throat reverberated into my body and set my soul on fire. Even as stupid and as cliché as it sounded, it felt like he was coaxing some hibernating beast inside me to come out and play. And it was.

"Alex," I whispered, shutting my eyes and burrowing my fingers into his hair as he moved lower, flicking his tongue into my navel. "God, that feels so good."

"You ain't seen nothing yet, Soph," He murmured, just around the waistband of my thong. "But I'm going to show you."

While hooking his fingers around the strap of my thong, he let his lips place strawberry kisses to the delicate spot right below my belly button, the place where all my nerves seemed to have gathered. He then slowly dragged my thong down, exposing me to him, while I softly moaned from his sweet torture. Goosebumps and chills were spreading all over my body as he slid my thong all the way down and off, until he was crouching at the foot of his bed. My breath was about as heavy as a runner's, but it stopped the moment I felt him part my legs and brush his knuckles against my heat. My breath disappeared and vanished from my body with a moan. "Oh God, Alex..."

"Jesus, you're wet, Sophie. You're very wet and warm." As if to confirm his own words, he brushed his knuckles against my heat again. "You're so ready for more, aren't you?"

"Yes," I breathed, hardly fathoming his words anymore. My legs were beginning to shake from excitement and anxiousness. I had thought I would feel insecure being exposed to him or at least a little self-conscious when he touched me, but there was nothing. It was Alexander; My best friend who knew me better than anyone.

When I felt his warm breath fan across my pussy, it felt like I was going to burn up. I squirmed and snapped my eyes shut the moment his lips grazed me, barely even touching me. It tickled and sent another wave of wetness flooding to my core.

"No, watch me, Soph." He whispered. I instantly forced my eyes open and met his. They never left mine as he parted my pussylips and brought his mouth to my sex. I watched with wide eyes as his tongue slowly swirled out and licked up my folds, causing me to grasp the sheets and arch my back.

Oh, my fucking God.

"Shit!" I moaned when I felt his tongue against my clit again, flicking it. "Shit, shit, shit!" That was pleasure like I had never known it before.

"This is what I call a juicy peach, Soph," He hummed against my core, the vibration sending a jolt into my core and made me cream even more.

"Oh, fuck. Alex," I hissed, arching my back.

"Just feel, Soph. Feel what I'm doing."

I did. My eyes squeezed shut as Alexander sucked my pussy into his mouth, teasing the bud of my labia with his skillful tongue. Gushes of wetness pooled between my legs and had me writhing and squirming as he kept teasing me. I could feel my limbs turn into useless blubber and the words from my mouth stopped making sense.

Occasionally he would turn his head and kiss my inner thigh, before parting my pussy-lips again and going back to town. Desire and something completely raw was building up inside my body and only intensified by the small humming noises he was making against my skin. No amount of air I sucked in seemed to stay. The next moment Alexander sucked it right back out of me, every time his tongue flicked out and caused havoc.

"Can you feel that?" His hot breath was like fire against my sex. "Do you feel that build-up?"

"God, yes," I breathed while squirming uncontrollably. "Shit, Alex, what are you doing to me?"

"I'm giving you your first ōrgasm," He said and as if to emphasize his point, I felt his middle finger rub my clit. I moaned in response. "That way, I know your first ōrgasm will be mind-blowing and that no one else will be able to live up to it afterwards – and that's just the start, Soph. That's just the start."

"Alex," I cried, panting when I suddenly felt his finger at my entrance. It followed the wet circle that was my opening, making me shudder from anticipation.

A part of me – the part that was partially sober – knew that what we were about to do right now would ruin our friendship forever. Sadly (although really in that moment, it didn't feel all that sad), just then, I felt Alexander ease a single finger inside my untested pussy and I forgot everything about remorse.

I cried out and instantly gripped onto his shoulders for something, anything, to steady myself with. "Alex!"

"Say my full name," He murmured, slowly moving his finger in and out of me while his thumb pressed my little button. "Moan it for me, Sophie."

I cried out again when his lips kissed the inside of my thigh, simultaneously with his finger hitting a holy spot inside me. "Alexander!"

I heard him hum satisfied and then I felt him smirk against my skin. "Do that again. Moan my name for me one more time."

"Alexander," I moaned, sucking in a sharp breath when he wiggled his finger a little inside me, stretching me. "Oh shit, oh fuck almighty!"

"Now spell it out for me," He murmured. "Let's see if you can get to the end before coming."

"Alex!" I panted, partially frustrated. I might've been as innocent and untested as a celibate nun, but even I knew I was in need of a release.

"What's the first letter?" He said, pressing a kiss to my core. "Come on, Soph. Since we're just here having fun anyway. Humor me – show me I'm not the most arrogantly smart person in the room."

He knew challenging me always worked. And that's why I begun. "A..."

"Good, what's next?"

"L..." I breathed when I felt him flick his tongue against my bud. "E—ah!"

He pushed another finger inside me, making me throw my hands against the comforter and dig my fingers into it.

"Next letter, Sophie," He murmured. I could feel his smug smirk against my skin. I didn't need to open my eyes to validate that he was enjoying making me squirm.

"X," I got out on a flaky breath.

"Like sex," He echoed from my between my legs.

"You son of a..."

"Five more letters to go. What's next, Soph?"

I mewled when I felt him lick the inside of my thigh while flexing his fingers inside me. "A—aaah!"

He pushed deeply inside me, chuckling a little as I involuntarily dragged the 'A' out into a long cry.

"You bastard," I panted, shooting a murderous glare down at him.

His dark eyes flickered up to me while his lips were kept pressed against my wet folds. He was smirking. "Next letter, Sophie."

Pressing my lips tightly together, trying to withstand the unbelievable pressure inside my body building up to new levels, I tried to focused on what came next. "N..."

"Good, nearly there, aren't you?"

The double meaning was obvious. "D..."

"You'll get that some day, don't worry."

I shot him another annoyed look and he flashed me a grin. "E..."

"And the last?"

"R. There you have it, you prick."

"And remind me again, what does that spell?"

"Alexandaaaaaah!" In that moment, he pushed one final finger inside me and stretched me to the point of breaking, and that was apparently it for me.

I came vigorously, screaming and writhing so badly, it was amazing I didn't slide off the bed. I felt my insides combust in pure and raw ecstasy, cramping around his fingers in waves of pleasure. My eyes begun crying from pleasure, just like my body begun steaming from the heat that coursed through my veins and spread everywhere. Alexander's name was the only thing on my lips and in my mind and also the only thing I remembered when I hailed back down. Panting like a runner, I slowly opened my eyes, my lashes wet from tears.

"Congratulations," He then said, still lodged between my legs. "You now know your Alexanpherbet."

"You sonofabitch," I breathlessly whispered, closing my eyes tiredly. "That was really lame by the way."

"I know. Then again, I did just see you climax for the very first time in your life, so I think deserve a little credit for even being able to form a sentence," He said, coming up to my side. He turned my body over and wrapped his own body up against mine, pulling his blanket over us.

There wasn't anything new about us spooning; We had done it plenty of times before, but again, it just somehow felt different. I highly suspected it had something to do with the fact that I could feel an unmistakably hard erection digging into my rear.

"How was it, then?" He whispered, pressing a little kiss to the spot behind my ear.

"It was..." I took a long moment to find the right word. "It was ineffable."

"Ineffable?" He chuckled. "That's a big word coming from you, Soph. Did you find it in a dictionary somewhere?"

"Shut up, smarty-pants," I muttered, yawning tiredly. "Let's sleep and await the consequences of our horrible decisions when the morning comes."

"Good plan," He agreed, wrapping his arm tighter around me. "Oh, and by the way, Soph?"

"Mm?"

"My new favorite fruit is peaches."

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I just wrote a whole chapter about sinning. Whoops.