Summary:

Alternate Universe - All Human. High school senior Rose is turning 18. After her mom bailed on birthday celebrations so that she could hold an emergency shareholder meeting, her friend Viktoria has offered to have a sleepover for Rose and a couple of friends. What happens when a game of Truth or Dare results in Rose having to crawl in the bed and kiss Vika's gorgeous sleeping older brother who's home from grad school?

At 7 original chapters, this story is the longest one in this compilation and arguably my most popular story on other sites.

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Rose's POV:

"Damn it," I said as I furiously slammed my locker door shut, "would it really kill my mom to just spend just one day with me on my birthday? I mean, it's not like I'm an attention-whore or anything, but it's my birthday, for fuck's sake."

Lissa was, as always, the sympathetic optimist. "I'm sure she'll make it up to you, Rose. Just give her some time."

"How?" I asked, "How the fuck will she ever make it up to me? Like how she practically jumped at the chance to have my 'dad'" I used air quotes. I barely knew that guy. Most of the time, Abe just showed up and threw money at me. "take me in for a couple of years when I was in elementary school and have nannies raise me so that she could finish her MBA and become CFO? Now, she's planning some big emergency shareholder meeting in fucking San Diego! While I'm stuck here in forty degree weather freezing my ass off! She didn't even think about taking me with her! She cares more about her stupid career than my birthday. You only turn eighteen once, you know?"

"At least she wants you to live with her now," countered Lissa, "I think she wants you in her life."

"Hey, Roza," said Viktoria, walking up and seeing my sour mood, "What's wrong?" Viktoria and her family had moved to the U.S. from Russia ten years ago when her asshole American dad had fought for partial custody. Inevitably, her dad quickly left the picture after they moved, but it had cost enough money for them to move that they couldn't go back. She could speak the language, but she and her family all had thick accents and often called me by the Russian form of my name as a form of affection.

"My birthday's tomorrow and my mom bailed on me again," I said.

Vika smiled. "Maybe we could have a sleepover party at my house. I could probably even convince mama to make that yummy black bread you love so much!"

"Well, that would be pretty fun," I said, "Do you think Lissa and Sydney could come, too? And maybe Mia?"

"My mama loves you, Roza. I'm sure I could talk her into it. I'll call you all tonight and we'll make plans."

"Wait," I asked, "Is Dimitri still home on spring break?" Dimitri was Viktoria's insanely hot twenty-three year old brother. He was in grad school across the state, studying sports medicine, but he had been home from school for spring break. I was completely in love with him since the day I met him when I first came over to Viktoria's house and he was home from college three years ago.

Vika grinned a sinister smile, "Maybe ..."

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Dimitri's POV:

The past year or two, grad school had been stressful, so I would come home often - three-day weekends, holidays, and definitely over break. My goal after graduation was to become a team doctor for a pro sports team. I'd looked into it and the team doctors often were required to be as fit as the athletes. When I was at school, I'd spent so much time either studying or working out that I rarely had a social life. Everyone there thought I was so serious. I didn't have time or the energy to give them a different opinion. Women were just not on my radar right now, for the most part, but being home with the women who were my family was the most wonderful thing in the world. There was so much love in this household. Living with sisters, though, is a bit of a roller-coaster ride. Viktoria, specifically, was a bit of loose cannon. And her friends...

One of Vika's friends named Rose was a particular problem. Mama found it cute, but Rose was definitely trouble with a capital 'T'. I'd seen her swearing at teachers, punching perfect strangers. If she had an opinion, it was going to be heard. She knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to get it. She was so strong and powerful. Willful, defiant, wild, and disrespectful, with more fiery attitude than three other girls put together. God help me, it didn't matter that she was only seventeen; she was maybe the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I had tried to avoid even just being around her, because every part of me wanted her. Not just for her face or her body, but all of her.

"Mama," asked Vika as we were sitting eating dinner, "could we please? Roza's mama just left her all alone for the whole week." I had been tuning out the conversation until I heard that.

"For you, my little one, I will. It sounds like you and Roza need this. It's tomorrow night?" my mother asked.

Vika replied, "Yes, it's tomorrow. Could we have a few other girls over? I know it's a school night."

"You can," said mama, "but limit it to four. Babushka and I won't be here, so Sonya will be in charge." Karolina was my oldest sister, with two children of her own. She was still living back in Russia. Sonya, still two years older than me, lived at home and was expecting her first child in a few months.

"Mama, will you make some black bread for us to have in the morning?" Morning?

My mama smiled. "I better make two loaves. I know how much Dimka and Roza both love my bread."

"Dimka, will you transport the girls to and from school in your truck?"

"Sorry, what now?" I asked.

Mama chuckled and shook her head, "Vika is going to have some friends spend the night tomorrow. Will you pick the girls up from school tomorrow and take the girls to school in the morning on Thursday?" Roza is spending the night? Here? While I'm here? Good grief... This can't be good. Seeing that amazing body in pajamas, likely without a bra. I was torn between wishing that she slept in something terribly revealing so that I could enjoy seeing her body and wishing that she slept in a burka and long winter parka. If only she wasn't seventeen!

"Do I have to, Mama?"

"Now, that's not the nice boy I raised, Dimka. Show these girls some kindness."

"Okay, Mama," I said, "I will." God help me.

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Rose's POV:

I could hardly believe it last night when Viktoria called and told me that her mom had said we could all stay the night at her house. Lissa, Sydney, Mia, and I had all packed last night and brought our overnight bags to school with us. After school, the surprises continued when Viktoria's brother was the one to pick us up.

Dimitri's looks were always uniquely his own and breathtaking. His height was staggering at around six and a half feet tall. He had silky-looking dark long hair that came down to his shoulders that I longed to run my fingers through, bottomless dark brown eyes that seemed wise beyond his years, and firm corded muscles that looked both strong and soft. He also seemed to have some sort of a Western obsession, frequently wearing a brown leather duster coat and reading some sort of Western paperback. Between his studies and the westerns, he was pretty much always reading something and looked so serious and wise. All of it made him even more intriguing.

Today, Dimitri looked like he had just come from the gym, portions of his long brown hair that had come loose from its tie pasted to his neck with little beads of sweat. He was wearing his workout a dri-fit pullover, shorts, and sneakers, showing off his muscular legs. He looked absolutely god-like, and all I could think is how much I would've loved to lick those beads of sweat off of his neck. Amazingly, despite how sweaty he was, all I smelled was his after-shave and another equally heavenly smell that was just so uniquely Dimitri.

The cab of Dimitri's truck only had seats for six and he always kept a pile of school books and emergency supplies in one of the back seats, meaning that even if we squeezed an extra person in the back, one of us still had to sit on the middle 'bump' seat in the front, right next to Dimitri, with the gear shift between her legs. Both because it was my birthday and because I wanted to look good for Dimitri, I had decided to dress nicely. I was wearing some killer fuck-me heels, a square-necked corset top, and a mini skirt. I had even packed another skirt for school tomorrow, too.

I silently begged Viktoria not to make me sit next to him, knowing he'd have to be reaching right by my legs to shift gears. Vika suspected how I felt about Dimitri, though, and said, "Roza, you better take the middle seat up front. You're the shortest." Thanks, Vik.

I got in on the passenger side and climbed over to the bump, sitting awkwardly with my legs folded under me, tilted to the side so that both legs were on the passenger side.

"Rose," Dimitri said, "I can't see in the rear-view mirror with your head there. You have to move." I grudgingly moved my legs to either side of the gearshift, parting them as little as I could. As I did, my bare leg brushed up against Dimitri's. I felt like there were sparks shooting through me wherever he touched me. I tried not to linger too much, especially because I didn't want to sit there looking like a complete slore with my legs spread wide in that short skirt, but I moved it up against his, letting me enjoy the feel of his skin, the soft hairs on his legs tickling me.

Once Dimitri started the truck, he went to put the truck into gear, but as he reached for the gear shift, looking at the rearview mirror, his hand brushed the inside of my thigh, just above the knee. His touch felt like fire. I wanted more of it. I was desperately thankful that his truck was loud enough that you couldn't hear the catch in my breath when his hand touched my leg.

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Dimitri's POV:

When I pulled my truck up to the curb and turned off the engine, I was momentarily dazed by her beauty. Rose had this long, glossy dark hair that was just a shade lighter than black, stunning and exotic brown eyes that were so captivating I lost focus every time I looked into them, and the kind of body that makes a man beg - curves in all the right places, suntanned skin, and tight muscles. It was a cold enough day that she had a leather jacket on - God, she looked hot in leather, too - but she had left it open. Today, she was showing off her body really well in a very short skirt and a low-cut top. It was almost a wonder that one of her teachers didn't call her out on a dress code violation. I would if I were her instructor. Man, I'd love to be her instructor. I'm sure I could teach her some things - Dimitri, get a grip! She's only seventeen!

By the time the girls opened the truck doors, I think I had wiped the glazed stare off of my face successfully, trying not to look at Rose. When Viktoria told Rose to sit next to me, I tried to put my mind on medical studies and name parts of the human body. Tibia ... Tibula ... fibula ... tensor fascia ... I couldn't see a thing except her beautiful face in the mirror. That was never going to work. "Rose, I can't see in the rear-view mirror with your head there. You have to move."

Well, that was better for a second until I felt the jolt from her warm, smooth skin against my leg. Looking down at where our legs touched, it was made all the worse by seeing that she had her beautiful legs spread in that tiny skirt. If I let myself, I was sure I could probably angle my head so that I could see further up that skirt. Shit! Femur ... anterior cruciate ligament ... medial collateral ligament ... lateral meniscus ... Now, to just put the truck in gear ... FUCK!!! Instead of grabbing the gearshift, my hand grazed Rose's leg. The silky feel of her bare thigh on my fingers was nothing short of amazing. I'd be thinking of that touch for days to come.

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Rose's POV:

Viktoria had told me that her mother and grandmother would be out of town to visit some family. When we arrived at the house, Viktoria's sister Sonya had several pizzas on the table waiting for us. All of them were familiar with how much food I ate and there was enough there that if it was just the four girls and Sonya, there was at least one pepperoni pizza probably could've been devoted just to me.

"Is all of this for us?" I asked.

"Unless Dimka has taken to eating pizza," Sonya joked.

Dimitri nearly sneered, turning up his nose. "Not likely," he said, pulling a plate of six boiled chicken breasts and a massive protein shake out of the refrigerator, "I don't know how you can eat that junk." Dimitri grabbed a fork and stalked out of the room to eat alone.

"Save room, though, girls," said Sonya, "there are chocolate frosted brownies for dessert - and since it is Roza's birthday, I've got a special surprise later on!"

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After dessert was finished, we watched a romantic comedy on Lissa's laptop on Netflix in the kitchen and then Sonya gave me a wrapped birthday present that turned out to be a large bottle of Russian vodka and a set of six shot glasses. "In Russia," she said, "Eighteen is the legal drinking age, so now that you're eighteen, I thought that as long as you aren't leaving the house, you all could enjoy this together tonight."

We all got into our PJs and then headed to the living room to set our pillows and sleeping bags out. I was wearing an oversized t-shirt that came to about mid-thigh. When we arrived in the living room, Dimitri was there, hair slightly damp, looking like he had showered since he had dinner, watching the end of a hockey game on the TV. I situated my bag closest to the recliner that Dimitri was in. I had no idea why I was feeling so brazen, especially because I hadn't even tried to drink the vodka yet, but I intentionally leaned over in front of him, blocking the hockey game and probably giving him a good view of my ass. Then, I brought the vodka and shot glasses out from the kitchen and set it on the coffee table. "You joining us, Comrade?" I asked him with a smile, pointing to the bottle.

"Sonya, you're letting them drink?" he called out.

Sonya replied from the kitchen, "Dimka, lighten up! It's a party. They're not going out tonight and all of them are close to eighteen."

"Fine," he muttered, putting his hands in his face for a moment, "Pour me one, too. God knows, I could use it."

"What are we going to do tonight?" I asked, as I started pouring the shots.

"I know!" said Mia, once we were all in place, "Let's play drinking Truth or Dare!"

"Mia, what the fuck is drinking Truth or Dare?" I asked.

"If you don't want to say the Truth or can't do the Dare, you take a drink instead," she said.

"I could do that," I said, handing everyone their drinks, Dimitri last. "Are you playing with us, Comrade?"

He glared at me and turned towards his hockey game, downing his shot in one fluid motion. "I'll take that as a 'no'," I said.

"Let's everyone take one shot before we get started, though," I said. Everyone agreed and we all downed our glass. It burned going down and I think I made a funny face.

"Refills, everyone?" I asked. Everyone put their shot glasses down by the bottle, except for Dimitri. I asked, "Dimitri, you want more?" He put his glass down by the rest of ours and I filled them all. Everyone picked theirs up and Dimitri downed his immediately.

"Another," he said. I filled his glass and then he gulped it down again.

"Since the bottle is Rose's," Vika said, "let's let her ask the first person."

"Okay," I said, "Sydney: Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," she said.

"Describe your ideal guy. If it's a specific person, this means you have to name him."

Sydney blushed wildly. "Viktoria'sCousinAdrian!" she practically yelled out, all in one breath. We all laughed. Sydney was a real brainy type and we all thought Adrian was anything but her perfect match.

"What?!" Sydney asked, "Brooding artists are so hot. I want a guy who can get me out of my head. Plus, can you imagine how great he is with his hands?" Vika and I just cringed. Then, she turned back to me.

"Rose," Sydney said, "Truth or Dare?"

"Ugh god," I said, "Truth, I guess? I mean, I can always just not answer and then drink, right?" I would usually always choose dare, but it seemed that truths might be the safer option in drinking truth or dare if I could always just opt to drink instead.

"Same question. Describe your ideal guy," Sydney said.

I looked over at Dimitri from the corner of my eye, who appeared to be engrossed in the hockey game. If he hadn't been in the room, I wouldn't hesitate to just say it, but there was no way that I could say his name without drawing his attention. I downed my shot and poured myself another.

The hockey game ended. Dimitri grabbed the bottle, poured himself another shot, downed it, and practically flew out of the room.

"Mia," I began, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," she said. Finally!

"Sext your ex," I said.

Mia pulled out her cell phone and took a moment. "What should I say?" she asked.

I thought about what I'd say in a sext to a guy. The only guy I could think of talking dirty to right now was Dimitri. I knew I'd never be able to say that kind of thing to him, but I could definitely come up with a few things. "How about ... 'I'm so hot right now thinking of how I'd like to run my tongue all over your chest before I start licking my way down and sucking on your hard cock'?"

"Wow, Rose," said Mia, "dirty mind much?" but she started entering the text into her phone.

"You can't tell me you've never had thoughts like that," I said.

"Maybe," Mia said, "There, I sent the text to Aaron. Now, Rose, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," I said.

"How far did you go with Jesse Zeklos when you went out with him last month?"

"Sorry," I said, "this one's going to be a little boring. He tried to French me - sloppy - and it was clear that he didn't know how to kiss at all. He actually bit my neck so hard that it hurt while he was trying to kiss me and that was just it. He unbuttoned my shirt a little, but not very much, but I had to practically beg him to stop. I called my mom to take me home." I heard a door closing upstairs and figured Dimitri had gone to bed for the night.

"Lissa, Truth or Dare?" I asked.

"Truth," she said.

"When I walked over to you after the assembly last week, was Christian Ozera going to second base with you?"

Lissa giggled. "Well, that's just not fair!" she said, "If I take the drink, I've pretty much just admitted the answer!"

"So I guess that's a 'yes'?" I said.

"Yes," she said, "Rose, Truth or Dare?"

"What the fuck, guys? Why is everyone asking me all the time?" I asked, "Truth. Don't make me regret it."

"Is the reason you wouldn't answer the ideal guy question because the person was in the room with us?"

"Damnit! Yes!" I said.

Viktoria's eyes went wide and she whispered to me, "Is it Dimka?" I nodded.

"For the love of God, please pick someone other than me after you do this. Vika, Truth or Dare?"

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Dimitri POV:

I was thankful for the peace and solitude that the girls' unhealthy food choice left me with this evening. I had no idea how Rose managed to stay so fit with the way that she ate. Ideas that I quickly tried to squash started running through my mind of physical activities she could be doing that would burn so many calories. After I ate my dinner alone in my room, I took a shower, cold at first to try to get Rose out of my mind, then quickly switched it to scalding hot, letting the water run over me for far longer than was necessary, trying to clear my head.

When I finally got out of the shower, Vika and her friends were all watching a movie in the kitchen, so I settled in to catch the end of the hockey game in the living room.

After I flipped on the game, Sonya said to me, "I hope you didn't use up all of the hot water. There are six women in this house tonight and I'm willing to bet that every one of them wants a shower before they leave the house in the morning." I was feeling guilty for acting like a horny teenager until she said that. Then, I started thinking of Rose in the same shower that I had been in earlier. Maybe I should've stuck to a cold shower, after all.

Once the movie was over, they all disappeared for a few minutes. When they came back to the living room, Rose was definitely not wearing a long winter parka and a burka. All of them began laying out bedding on the floor. Rose picked a spot right in front of my chair. I started to look around her until I saw her bending over. I had to take a steadying breath as I caught a glimpse of her upper thighs and ass covered in red silk panties. I was going to need a few minutes to calm down before getting up from my chair. I might need to take care of something before going to sleep, too.

I tried not to have my eyes glued to Rose, but it was nearly unavoidable after what I just saw. Suddenly, there was vodka out on the table.

"You joining us, Comrade?" Rose asked. That didn't sound like such a good idea.

I called out to my sister: "Sonya, you're letting them drink?"

Sonya's response surprised me when she said, "Dimka, lighten up! It's a party. They're not going out tonight and all of them are close to eighteen."

Drunken Rose with lowered inhibitions in my house all night? This is going to be such a long night. "Fine. Pour me one, too. God knows, I could use it." Quadricep ... Pitella ... Pitellar tendon ... Adductor ... Abductor

Rose was pouring out the shots and asked the room, "What are we going to do tonight?"

One of the girls said, "I know! Let's play drinking Truth or Dare!"

Rose replied with her usual smart mouth, "Mia, what the fuck is drinking Truth or Dare?"

"If you don't want to say the Truth or can't do the Dare, you take a drink instead," she said.

Rose handed out the drinks, including mine. "I could do that. Are you playing with us, Comrade?" That would be such a bad idea. I drank my shot.

"I'll take that as a 'no'."

Rose said, "Let's everyone take one shot before we get started, though." All the girls mumbled a yes of some sort and then they all drank theirs. It didn't escape my notice that in the way she drank hers down, Rose looked like she had definitely drank shots before. It also looked from her reaction like she'd never had Russian vodka before. After she downed it, her tongue came out to like the drops off her lips. I found myself fascinated by the appearance of softness of her lips and tongue, wanting nothing more than to kiss her at that moment.

I must've zoned out for a moment when Rose said, "Dimitri, you want more?" Did I? God, yes! Oh. Vodka. Instead of answering, I just put my glass down with the rest.

After she had filled it, I drank it right away. "Another." She filled it again and I drank it again.

"Since the bottle is Rose's," Vika said, "let's let her ask the first person."

I was trying to focus on the hockey game and ignore the girls, so I wasn't paying attention for a few moments until one of the girls called out, "Viktoria'sCousinAdrian!" The others all laughed. I wondered what poor Adrian was in for with this one, but I would leave that as a problem for him to deal with. The next thing I knew, the girl was asking Rose.

"Ugh God. Truth, I guess? I mean, I can always just not answer and then drink, right?" Probably safer than a dare regardless, I thought. But then again, I'd probably go with 'dare' in her situation, too. I don't really like to share too much about myself.

"Same question. Describe your ideal guy." This would be interesting. I tried to look like I was paying attention to the hockey game and listened for Rose's answer. To my regret, she downed her shot instead of answering the question. A few moments later, the game ended. I took the vodka bottle, poured myself another, and went up the stairs, but instead of going straight to my room, I stood in the hallway listening.

"Mia, Truth or Dare?" That was Rose's voice.

"Dare." I smiled to think what kind of dare Rose would come up with

Rose said, "Sext your ex."

"What should I say?"

Rose replied, "How about ... 'I'm so hot right now thinking of how I'd like to run my tongue all over your chest before I start licking my way down and sucking on your hard cock'?" Yes, I was definitely going to need to take care of something before going to sleep tonight.

"Wow, Rose, dirty mind much?"

"You can't tell me you've never had thoughts like that." Oh, God, yes ...

"Maybe. There, I sent the text to Aaron. Now, Rose, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"How far did you go with Jesse Zeklos when you went out with him last month?"

"Sorry, this one's going to be a little boring," she said. Good. Nice, wholesome kiss on the cheek - or maybe just a handshake - and then saying goodnight. "He tried to French me - sloppy - and it was clear that he didn't know how to kiss at all. He actually bit my neck so hard that it hurt while he was trying to kiss me and that was just it. He unbuttoned my shirt a little, but not very much, but I had to practically beg him to stop. I called my mom to take me home." At that, I headed into my room and closed the door, before my anger got the better of me. The fact that she goes out with these boys that just try to paw at her had me so angry. She deserves so much better.

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Rose's POV:

After about an hour of Truth or Dare, I had about twelve shots. I was still behaving almost sober, but there was a pretty good buzz going and I figured I'd better stick to dares without drinking more. We were two hours in now and I was starting to sober up a little, but I figured the time for vodka for me was done if I didn't want to have a hangover in the morning.

"Rose," Viktoria said, "Truth or Dare?"

"Uh ... fuck. Dare," I said.

"Go upstairs and crawl into Dimka's bed with him, under the blankets, and kiss him on the lips."

"What the fuck? He'll never let me do that!"

"He's been in his room for over an hour now, Roza. He'll be sleeping. Dimitri can sleep through almost anything. He might not even realize you're kissing him."

I nodded. "Okay, does it count as having done it if I try and he stops me?"

"Yes, you just have to try."

I crept up the stairs as quietly as I could and turned the knob on his door slowly, trying not to make any noise. Being barefoot meant that my feet could move nearly soundlessly across his hardwood floor. I walked over to the side of Dimitri's king-sized bed. He was sleeping peacefully on his back and looked so sweet. I pulled back the blankets to get in with him. Dimitri was sleeping in a pair of boxer briefs, one tiny piece of fabric away from my looking at his body completely naked, hard planes of muscles everywhere that I looked. It might've been my imagination, but it almost looked like there was a nice bulge in his underwear. I nearly gasped at the sight of his sculpted body, like a work of art. He shivered a little after the blankets were removed. I slid into the blankets beside him and pulled the covers back up onto us, then leaned in to kiss him. In an unexpected move, Dimitri rolled onto his side, facing me, and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. His arm felt so good around me and his body heat was radiating off of him. His lips were just inches away, so I leaned in to give him the kiss and finish my dare, expecting to plant a quick peck on his lips and be done with it. As my lips met his, his other hand shot out and fisted in my hair, his lips parting mine. Our tongues met and tangled, feeling his lips mold to mine and his hand tightening on my back, pulling my body flush up against his. Yes, definitely a bulge in those boxer briefs, and it felt wonderful. His lips began to trail down my jaw, then to my neck, as his hand moved from my waist to sliding under my oversized t-shirt. His hand on my bare back was like fire, leaving a trail of heat wherever he touched. His hand moved around to my front, sweeping across the bottom of my ribs. As his fingers made contact with my breast, I sighed with pleasure. He squeezed and massaged, letting the pads of his fingers rub gently at my nipple, never breaking the contact of his lips kissing me somewhere on my body.

Dimitri's eyes never opened, so I wasn't sure if he was still sleeping. Would he still be doing this if he was awake?

After a minute of caressing my breasts, his hand slid down my stomach and trailed down over my panties to the apex of my thighs, sliding his fingers between my legs. He swept the fabric to the side with one finger and ran the tips of his fingers up against my wet folds, quickly finding and running his finger in a circle along my clitoris, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. I couldn't stifle the moan as his finger brought me an intensity of arousal I'd never experienced before. Even when I had sex before, no one had ever taken the time to stimulate me in such a way. No one had ever made me feel like this.

Dimitri stopped and pulled away. He blinked, looking at me, groggy and confused. "Roza?"

I froze, a look of panic on my face. Dimitri seemed angry.

"Rose, what the hell are you doing in my bed?"

Oh, shit. He was pissed. I was scared. "Dimitri, I'm sorry. I just ... " I didn't even know how to finish that.

"Go away, Rose."

"But, Dimitri - "

"No, Rose. Just go."

As I walked out of his bedroom, I ran my hand across my kiss-bruised lips. I wouldn't cry, but a part of me really wanted to. Another part of me was having a hard time letting go of the idea that I wanted more.

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Dimitri's POV:

I was dreaming of Rose again. It was almost expected after the day I had today. She was wearing that low-cut top and mini skirt and I pulled her close, kissing her like there was no tomorrow, tangling my hands in her soft dark hair. I pulled her body as close as I dared, pressing her firm against me. In an instant, her shirt and skirt from earlier transformed into her t-shirt she slept in. I began peppering her with kisses, along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, her decolletage. Kissing her on her cleavage made me bold and I ran my hand up to her breast. All of her skin felt silky and smooth to my touch. I was enjoying every moment. I was not disappointed by any of her amazing body as I found her firm, round curve in my hand and teased, pinched, and tugged at her stiff peak. I could hear her deep breathing as I continued my attentions and knew she was as aroused as I was. I couldn't stop kissing her the entire time, but I could hardly wait to feel first-hand just how aroused she was, sliding my hand down to between her legs. I could feel her heat through the silk panties and tell that she had already soaked them through. I slid the material of her panties to one side and slid a finger inside her. As soon as it entered her, I found her nub and rubbed it in a circular motion, knowing it would set her on fire.

The feel of her was amazing, so wet and tight, like nothing I'd ever experienced with a woman before. Too amazing. Too unlike anything I'd ever experienced before to be a dream I created from my own imagination. She moaned, loudly. Too loudly.

I opened my eyes. "Roza?"

I wasn't dreaming anymore.

Rose was in my bed.

And I had just been touching and feeling her. Intimately.

Without her consent.

And she is only seventeen - and she's been drinking.

"Rose, what the hell are you doing in my bed?"

"Dimitri, I'm sorry. I just ..." There was no way she could finish that that would make any of this okay.

What was I doing? What was I thinking? How did I let this happen? "Go away, Rose."

"But, Dimitri - " I can't believe I did this to her. I had to get rid of her now.

"No, Rose. Just go."