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Ilovedher.
I loved her cheeks were flushed, pink as her fingernails. And if I looked down, which I did, pink as her tits too. I loved her tits. She had on a spaghetti strap tank top without a bra, the heaving mounds of her chest rising and falling with every breath, her nipples hard and pressing against the sheer white top, as ready for attention as my cock should have been.
“Don’t worry. Owen knows,” Mandy whispered, which was the absolute worst thing she could have said in that moment.
I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and pulled her hand away, leaving it on the cold sheets between our thighs. I knew that Owen knew. He was my best friend and there wasn’t a single thing about me that he didn’t know.
“What did you say to him?” I asked.
Mandy leaned against my shoulder, putting her hand on the top of my thigh. She exhaled against my ear, still wet from her kisses.
“I told him that I wanted to marry you one day,” she whispered.
My heart should have bolted into another stratosphere, but instead it sank like a stone. To the bottom of my stomach, through the floor, and down to the basement I knew Owen had just stormed into after his arrival home.
“What did he say to that?”
There had been a time that I wanted to marry Mandy. I’d wanted to marry her when I woke up yesterday. I wanted to marry her in the shower this morning. Wanted to marry her until…
Her smile faltered, lip gloss smeared down onto her chin from when we’d kissed earlier. But, bless her, she held steady.
“He says you’re too young for me.”
I snorted, scratching at the back of my ear.“Do you think I’m too young?”
“I told him you were your own man.”
This morning I had been, but I didn’t feel like it anymore.
Music blared up from the basement, nothing that I could hear the lyrics of, but the bass beat was unmistakable. A framed photo of Mandy and me from her sorority formal the year before rattled against the wall.
“Do you think I’m too young?” I asked again.
She snorted. “Do you think I’m too old?”
“I think you’re perfect.” It was a half-truth, because Mandy had been perfect to me, for me, for so very long. “Wait for me.”
“What?”
I climbed off the bed and shook my arms, letting my polo shirt settle back into place.
“I’ll be right back,” I told her.
At the time, I didn’t know it was a lie.
“I just need a second.”
“Owen is fine,” she protested, like she knew right where I was going. And I imagined she did because, for as much as I loved her, I loved her brother too.
It was just…different.
“I know,” I told her, taking her chin into my hand and tilting her head up for a kiss. She tasted like sweat and strawberries, and I let my tongue lick into her mouth until she moaned before pulling away and standing straight. “But he’s my best friend and I just…”
“Okay.”
“I’ll be right back,” I lied again.
Leaving Mandy’s room was never easy, but I closed the door behind me all the way like that would force me to go through with it. The upstairs of the house was dark, save for the light that bled out from under her door, and the downstairs was only lit with the stove light from the kitchen. Owen and Mandy’s parents were out of town; they had been for weeks on a Mediterranean cruise. It was just good timing that they’d be gone over my graduation, gone for the very special de-virginizing Mandy had been planning for me.
