He didn't know why, but he was extremely nervous. He can't believe he let Sarah talk him into this. Dean slept with four people: Reese, Allison, Candace, and then Sarah. (It wasn't for lack of offers.) He loved them all. He would never use I love you as a pickup line. So, he believes sex is something special. He's still a womanizer, but he was never a slut and never led anyone on. Now here he is whoring himself out for his sister so that her friend can cheat on her fiancé a month before her wedding.
He looked at himself in the mirror. "What the hell are you doing? You are this desperate to have her call things off with Vasquez. Fucking Vasquez. She better call shit off, or I am going to be so pissed. I'm sure as shit not showing for Easter."
He paused and hung his head. "If she doesn't, I am not sure I could ever look at her again without thinking about her betraying me. Nothing will make things better if that happens. NOTHING. I will be too devastated."
He showered, shaved, and showered again. He doesn't know why, but he feels like he has to make this special for her, so he wants to be perfect.
He put on the cologne that Sarah loved so much. His phone went off. He had a text from her.
S: Hey, big brother. How are you doing? Alicia is on her way. Think of me when you're fucking her. I love you!
D: I can't believe you talked me into this. I hope she is still good-looking. She is still beautiful, right?
S: Yes. She's still hot AF. Now, make her day. You are my wedding gift to her,
D: Seriously! I can't believe I am doing this. You better call things off with Vasquez as soon as you get home.
S: Don't worry, Bean. I will talk to him when I get home as soon as I see him. Now, go be the stud I know you can be 🐎
D: I am not a horse.
S: Yes. But you sure are hung like one 😉
He looked at his watch and paced from the front door to the kitchen.
He heard a knock and made his way through the kitchen, the living room, and then finally to the door. He took a deep breath, scrubbed his hands together, and then wiped his hands on his pants.
He slowly opened the door. He smiled at her.
"Hey, Dean." She was visibly nervous and maybe embarrassed.
"Hey, Alicia. It's been a long time since we've seen each other. Come on in," he said, moving to the side to let her in.
Sarah was right. She was still hot—incredibly hot. He had always liked her look. She was tall, about six feet, blonde, with long legs and beautiful curves. She wasn't thin, but she wasn't thick. She was exactly right. She wore black dress pants and a red blouse that showed most of her back and bared her shoulders. Her neck was long and thin.
Perfect for kissing. Maybe I don't care that I'm not in love because I am infatuated.
He started to feel the denim of his jeans beginning to strain.
"Thanks."
"Wow, you sure grew up pretty," he said, then immediately regretted it.
Wow, you sure grew up pretty. It's a good thing you're with your sister because you have absolutely no game. It's also a good thing I'm pretty.
"So, are you sure you want to do this? Once it's done, it can't be undone. I mean. If you love..."
"Harrison. His name is Harrison," she said.
"Okay, Harrison, enough to marry him..."
She looked at him up and down. She bit her lip and nodded. "I am very sure. I've been thinking about this for a decade," she said.
"Wow. Okay. No pressure," he mumbled.
"Are you sure you don't mind doing this?" she asked.
"I just hope I can live up to your expectations. Sounds like you have set a pretty high bar."
"Well, good thing you're tall. Besides, I'm sure even at your worst, it's still better than what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life."
She stepped up to him and ran her hands over his chest and up and down his arms. It gave him chills.
"I've wondered for a long time what it would be like to kiss you, even if it were just once," she said.
He smiled and started to blush.
"Kiss me, Dean."
He put his hands on her hips and pulled her in. Kissing someone he didn't have to bend over for was nice. He kissed her and felt her body go slack. Her mouth tasted like mint. He weaved his fingers in her hair. It was soft and smelled lavish.
She kissed him back and ran her fingers through his hair like Sarah. He couldn't help but like the way it felt. It was the same, but it was different. He wondered if Sarah would be jealous of him kissing Alicia like he was when she did it to Eric.
This went on for a lengthy amount of time. Long enough for neither of them to feel they wanted to remain standing. They pulled apart.
It was better than she could have imagined. She felt a little dizzy, but her body was growing hungry for him. She didn't want to pull apart.
He found it pleasureful too. She was an excellent kisser, in his opinion.
"I'm sorry to hear you might be unsatisfied in the future. No one should have to deal with bad sex for the rest of their life," he said.
"Sorry enough to marry me so I don't have to deal with bad sex for the rest of my life?"
He looked at her. From the look on her face, she was dead serious. He decided to drive right by that.
"Do you want a drink or something?"
"Water would be good. I want to be completely sober for this experience."
"Be right back," he said.
She watched his ass as he walked away.
OH MY GOD, she mouthed.
He went to the kitchen and got a water bottle from the fridge. He took a bottle of bourbon from the freezer and took four long draws. She may want to be sober, but he, on the other hand, needed a little liquid courage. He went into his jacket pocket, took out a piece of gum, and popped it in his mouth.
Her mind was running a mile a minute.
Okay, Alicia, get it together. You can do this. So, what if you are getting married in a month? Harrison is nice, but God, is he really bad at what he does. Not to mention his size. Ugh. She leaned over and saw him in the kitchen. I can already tell that he is going to be amazing. You better soak all this in. This is your moment. There is no way he is as big as Sarah says. I mean, yes, he's a big guy, but I mean, come on. What if he doesn't want to do this? What if I'm just a pity fuck. Oh shit. I bet he is going to hate every second of this. What if he can't get it up? What if I repulse him? I don't even know if he finds me attractive. He never gave me a second or first look, for that matter. I should leave.
He went back into the living room to give her the water. He saw she was having a conversation with herself. He wondered if she was trying to talk herself out of doing this. She looked like she was about to run.
Maybe she has come to her senses. Should I ask her if she changed her mind?
He handed her the water.
"Thank you," she said. She opened the bottle and drank it like she was trying to wash her nerves away.
He wasn't sure what to do next. He put his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his feet.
"So, do you want just to get right to it, or do you want to watch a movie and see where things end up?" he asked. "I've never had a one-night stand. Not that I am saying you are just a useless one-night stand. You know what? I am going to shut up right about now," he said.
"I don't know. I've never had a one-night, whatever this is either." She was nervously chewing on her bottom lip.
Dean put his hand out to her. He smiled at her warmly. "Come with me, beautiful. Let me show you my room. Ever wonder how big a bed has to be to fit a 6'6 giant?"
She smiled and blushed. She took his hand, and he led her through the house. She started to relax a little.
He led her up to his room.
"Your house is amazing."
"Thank you. It's big for just one person, but I see it more as an investment than a home," he said.
"Your family are such normal people that I forget you have money."
He led her into his bedroom. The giant bed loomed. Her nerves came back in full force.
"So now what?" she asked.
"Lie down."
"Oh yeah. I guess that's a good start." She sat on the bed and scooted back.
He took off his shirt.
"Oh my God. You are... I mean, your body is... Jesus Christ," she said.
"Yeah, I get that a lot," he said with a small smile.
He crawled on the bed. He kissed her gently. She closed her eyes. He parted her lips with his tongue. The tips brushed against each other.
"We don't have to kiss. I know some people don't want to kiss on the mouth," he said. "So, I won't take it personally if we kissed enough already."
"I'm not Julia Roberts, Dean. Kiss me on the mouth as much as you want. Kiss me anywhere as much as you want."
"If you're sure."
"Yes, I'm sure," she said.
She ran her hands over every inch of his upper body. She kissed his chest. He could feel her shaking.
He began to throb. He took her hand and put it on his crotch. "That's all because of you. Relax. I want to do this, so don't think I don't."
"Is that all you?" she asked, looking amazed.
He smiled and laughed. "Yes. It's more impressive when it's set free."
He took her shirt off and began kissing her neck and shoulders.
"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?"
She rubbed his cock. "You have no idea how much I want to do this," she said.
He put his hand on her crotch and felt the heat radiating. "I think I have a pretty good idea."
He kissed her. He made his way to her breasts. He heard her breathing become heavy. He unbuttoned her pants and slid them off. She wasn't wearing any panties.
He smiled like a Cheshire cat. "Well, well. Look at that. Someone isn't wearing any underwear."
She covered her face with her hands. She was visibly embarrassed.
"It's okay." He leaned in. "I'm not wearing any either," he whispered.
She looked at him and smiled wide. The comment relaxed her.
He made his way down. He spread her legs open. He could smell her. It was intoxicating. She put her hand on top of his head and gently pushed him closer. He licked and suckled her. His tongue darted in and out. She moaned and squirmed. He made her come, over and over. It was as if she had never orgasmed before.
"Oh my God, Dean. This is amazing, you are amazing."
He loved hearing that. Her pleasure was his top priority.
"Dean. I'm ready to feel you. Please."
"Whatever you want. This is about you. Not me," he said.
He stood up and took off his jeans, his erection finally springing free. It was a complete relief.
Her eyes grew wide, and she bit her lip. She used her finger and motioned for him to come to her.
"When I told Sarah I always wished I could sleep with you, I never knew how well-endowed you were. Even after she told me about walking in on you in the shower, I thought she had to be exaggerating. And apparently, she was not. I think she may have undersold you."
He smiled. "Still want to continue? How should I say, it's a lot to take in."
"Oh yeah."
He rubbed the bead of precum at the tip of his cock up and down her pussy. They both moaned in pleasure. He didn't stop until he felt her get slick. It made a noise he always found so sexy. It was a wet, sticky noise. He loved knowing that he was pleasing a woman.
"That feels so good. So, fucking good," she said her eyes closed a look of ecstasy on her face.
He pressed against her until she stretched wide enough to let him in. He slowly slid into her. She was tight. He groaned in pleasure.
She was holding her breath. She was concentrating on the feeling of her walls, trying to accommodate his giant cock. It burned, but the more he slid in and out of her, the more the pain disappeared, and the pleasure took over. Holy fuck, the pleasure. She didn't want to feel anything but him. Even breathing. She released it when he was in as far as he could go.
"I can feel you in my stomach. Is that normal?"
He started massaging her breasts as he moved inside her. "If you're with the right guy, it is." He rotated his hips and then rolled them. "You feel perfect, Alicia. You are so tight," he said.
She looked from his face to the ceiling behind his head. "Well, umm. Most virgins usually are."
He stopped moving. "What?"
"Please don't stop," she begged.
"But..." He wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what.
"Please, Dean. Don't stop. It's too late now."
She does have a point. Too late now. I'll deal with it later.
He started again. He made long pulls back and forth. He watched her emotions change on her face.
God, she is beautiful.
"Alicia?"
"Yes, Dean?"
"Harrison is the luckiest man alive. I hope he realizes what he has and treats you right."
She smiled at him. "Thank you, but is now really the time to talk about my future husband?"
"Sorry. I want you to know that you are amazing and beautiful. I've always thought so," he said. "If you were mine, I know I would treat you like a princess, and I would fuck you wherever and whenever you want."
"Oh, Dean." She pulled him close to her. She wrapped her legs around him and pressed her pelvis against his. They changed positions several times. She wanted to experience as many things as she could.
"Yes. My God. Fuck. Fuck me hard, Dean."
He took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. "That's right, beautiful. Come on, my cock. Scream my fucking name, Alicia!"
"DEAN! OH MY GOD!" She exploded into orgasm and let out a scream of delight. She released him. He pulled out of her and came on her stomach. He was on his knees, shuddering.
"Don't move."
"Trust me, I will not move for as long as I can avoid it," she said.
He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off. He came back into the bedroom and gently wiped his cum off her stomach.
"Sorry about that; I didn't want to come inside of you."
"No, it was okay. I didn't mind. You are such a Southern gentleman."
He slipped on a pair of sweatpants and sat down on the bed. He rested his elbows on his knees and ran his hand through his hair. He was staring at the wall.
"Alicia, please tell me I didn't just take your virginity. Tell me you were fucking with me. Did Sarah tell you to say that? Tell me she told you to say that," he said.
"So, you want me to lie to you."
He put his head in his hands. "I can't believe you two did this to me."
"I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't think it would be a big deal," she said.
"You saved yourself all these years, and instead of losing it on your wedding night to your husband, you lost it to your friend's older brother. To me, it's a big deal."
"Did you ever think that I saved myself to be with you? If this hadn't happened, I would have lost it to my husband. I just got fortunate, and my wish came true."
He shook his head. "Well, I'm glad I was able to grant your wish."
"Would you not have done this if you knew I was a virgin?" she asked.
"No offense, but I wouldn't have. I don't regret it. I don't want you to think that. This is just a shock." He looked at her. "You're a beautiful girl as long as this is what you wanted."
She got to her knees and came up behind him. "This couldn't have gone more perfectly for me. This was hands down the best hour and a half of my life," she said.
She kissed him on the cheek, gathered her clothes, and went to the bathroom. Dean put his t-shirt back on. He was not sure how he was feeling about what just happened. First Sarah, now Alicia. At least when he lost his virginity, the girl was one too.
I wonder what Candace is up to these days?
She came out of the bathroom.
"Let me walk you out," he offered.
She kissed him on the cheek when they were at the front door.
"You have no idea how this has made me feel. Whoever you date next is a lucky fucking woman. Unless you want me to leave Harrison and run away with you."
"If things were different, I would go anywhere you wanted me to. But they aren't," he said. "Congratulations."
They kissed once last time.
"Goodbye, Dean."
"Goodbye, Alicia."
When she reached the bottom of the steps, she turned and gave him a little wave. He smiled and waved back. He watched her walk to her car and drive away. He shut the door and went to call his sister. She needed a stern talking, too.