"Don't you dare leave out any details."

I looked up from where I was curled in my favorite chair, wrapped in a thick, cream colored sweater and tucked my legs underneath me.

Sarah, and her long time girlfriend Amy, sat across from me on the couch. Amy wearing a bright, purple kimono nearly the exact shade of her long, beautiful hair. And Sarah with her short, conventional blonde hair and the casual, athletic attire she'd worn since high school - were leaning forward, ready to pounce on any scrap of information I fed them.

"You little spies," I admonished.

They laughed, but waited for my reply. I on the other hand, avoided eye contact while I searched for what to say, looking around our modest, two-story brick walk up - decorated beautifully in golds and greens by Pinterest obsessed Amy - for some sort of logical answer.

"Well-" my fingers and toes tingled. A mix of adrenaline and hyperventilation still flooding my body with too much oxygen. I took a couple of slow, deep breaths. "-the guy I kissed last night. Turns out his name is Ethan."

Amy's lips tugged up at the corners. "I thought your stranger disappeared last night without giving you so much as his name," she cooed, obviously assuming I left out part of the story when I told it this morning.

I tucked my windblown hair behind my ears. "He did."

Her eyebrow lifted. "And you just happened to run into him today, get on his motorcycle and let him stick his tongue down your throat?"

"Well... technically, I had already let him stick his tongue in my mouth, so it's not like it was something new." My cheeks heated. I was terrible at acting blasé about things like this. I still covered my eyes and squeaked like a little girl at the movies during sex scenes. I may have peeked through my fingers though.

"Well," she said. "Technically, you're being coy..."

I chewed on my lip. "You're going to laugh."

Her ears perked up. "No I won't. I promise."

Sarah scoffed. We all knew that was a lie, but I continued regardless.

"Ugh. Okay." I leaned my head back. "Turns out... he's kind of the son... of my dad's wife."

I'll give her credit. She held it in for maybe ten seconds before she laughed so hard, she ended up on the floor.

Sarah's eyes went a little crossed, but Amy slapped her arm. "This is some kinky shit Eve - which I wholeheartedly approve of - and thankfully, he's hot as hell. I can't wait to see how this plays out." She rubbed her hands together like the not so evil villain she was.

"It won't 'play out.'" I used little air quotes to make sure she got the point. "In fact, I don't plan on going to my dad's very often, if ever, so I highly doubt I'll even see him again." I wrapped my arms tighter around myself. Unable to get warm.

"Trust me," she said grabbing the peach throw from the back of the couch and wrapping it around my shaking shoulders. "You will. And if my hunch is right, things are about to get really interesting around here."

***

"Shh. You have to be quiet sweetheart, or you'll wake your roommates."

Ethan kneeled between my spread legs, hovering just above me, one hand covering my mouth while his hot breath tickled my ear.

"If you're good, I'll touch you. Would you like that?"

I nodded eagerly, licking his salty fingers before he had a chance to pull them away.

He gave me his devil's smile. "Good girl."

He sat up straight and I got my first view of his broad, defined chest before he reached for the hem of my dress, pushing it up slowly like he was opening a gift and exposing the sheer blue panties I'd eyed last week in Victoria's Secret when Amy had dragged me in.

Once I was uncovered, he ran his hands up my legs until his tattooed thumbs met at the little triangle between my thighs.

His dark eyes met mine and he licked his lips. "Are you going to taste sweet for me too, sweetheart?"

I nodded again.

He pulled his thumbs apart, spreading my-

The alarm went off and I woke with a racing heart and a deep fluttering in my lower stomach.

Crap.

Amy was right. This was going to be interesting.

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Oh my goodness, you're still here? Thank you. It literally means the world to me.

On another note, raise your hand if you have a girl crush on Emma Watson *raises hand*

Seriously, who doesn't love a sweet, smart , kind, sexy woman who can badass it whenever she needs to?

These are qualities I try to put into all of my female characters... unless they're an antagonist, then screw em.

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xxx Bre

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