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              “No, you don’t. And, don’t ask Josh about it either. We both know that he is a good guy. Good guys do stupid things when they hurt. Y’all care about each other. That’s all that matters now.” My guess Eric heard me last night when I told Josh I would speak to him later about Amy.

              “You don’t want me to mention Amy again, do you? Eric, I just wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to treat her that way.” I explain. Amy is just a girl with problems. Sure, her behavior is no excuse. But, I feel bad for her.

              “Josh was a different guy when he was with Amy. Not the guy you know now.  If you are going to be with him, you are going to hear some of the shit that he has done. It doesn’t change how he feels about you. I wanted to tell you all this because if he feels about you the way I think he does, losing you will kill him.”

              Part of me knows that Eric is right. The past is the past. But, he also has put many questions in my mind. Is Josh the kind of guy who let any chick go down on him in the middle of a bar? “He’s not going to lose me. Last time I checked, I have my big girl panties on. I can handle this. I’ve handled a lot worse before.”

              Eric pulls me in to his arms and kisses the top of my head, “I know.”

              We leave it at that. I know what I have to do if I want a future with Josh. Letting go of our pasts is key to making sure we have a future.

                                                                                    JOSH

              I hear them from the hallway. Listening to the two people I love the most having a heart to heart makes me smile. Lots of things make me smile. The memories of last night could keep me smiling for years.

              Let’s face it. I’ve done it. I’ve done it a lot. I’ve done it with a lot of different girls. I’ve done it many ways. I’ve done it many places. But, there is nothing like doing it with the girl you’re in love with.

              Shit. I’ll never forget Coach Terri in the sixth grade trying to teach a bunch of boys about the importance of sex. Coach was adamant about sex happening between two people who cared for each other. Okay, that lecture did pop up in my head when I was fifteen years old. It went right out the window when Lacy Correra dropped her pants. The only thing I thought about was getting it in.

              Coach Terri’s lecture pops up again. Damn, I finally get it. It took ten years to figure out what the hell he was trying to say. This girl sitting on the couch is everything to me. I realize her feelings are more important than mine. I find myself thinking about our future. I’m miserable when I’m not with her. I want her to be happy. Lesson learned.

              I stroll to her and give her a quick kiss on her lips. “Good morning.”

              She’s beaming, “Morning.”

              I playfully punch Eric in the arm. Unfazed, he keeps his attention on the television. “Where’s my kiss?”

              I drop down next to Bree snuggling in close to her. “You can kiss my ass.”

              Eric grins, “Bend over.”

              “Nah, you might like it. As you can see, I’m taken,” I hug Bree. She is so used to our bantering, she’s actually ignoring us.

              “Where’s Lena?” Bree asks.

              Eric pretends he’s interested in some reality TV show. Nonchalantly, he answers, “In bed.”

              Bree and I look at each other. I know Eric loved my sister. That’s why when he became my partner in crime, after she died; I never gave him a hard time. We both needed to bury our pain in anything that walked. But, this thing with Lena is strange. I haven’t seen him hook up with anyone since she started coming around. Lena and Eric hang out when Bree and I hang out. It’s really convenient, to be honest.

              “Well, let’s wake her ass up. I’m hungry.” I jump off the couch.

~CHAPTER SEVEN~

              It’s been a week of blissful, wonderful lovemaking with Bree. Yeah, I said it. Make fun all you want. Everything we do feels like a new experience for me.

              As I lie in her bed, I think of all of the different ways I’ve had her this week and I’m getting excited. Again. Her back is to my stomach and I know she feels me against her. She flops over to face me and buries her face in to my shoulder. I brush her hair back to expose her neck. Then, I suck ‘the spot’ as she calls it.

              “Mmmm…” she mews. Damn, I love this.

              I continue to suck on her neck, giving soft bites every so often. Yeah, that’s something we both discovered. We’re biters. Not the drawing blood type of biters, more like nippers. I scrape my teeth along the translucent skin on her neckline, and then use the cold metal of my tongue ring to soothe her. She lets out a strong moan and I know I’m on the right track.

              Bree’s mouth covers mine and I use this opportunity to flick my tongue against hers. I pull back and she groans with protest. “Relax,” I say. I remove her boy shorts and panties as quickly as I can. She helps me with her tank top and then reaches for my shirt. I stop her immediately.

              “Not fair. If I’m naked, you’re naked. That’s the deal,” she pouts.

              Love it when she pouts. Makes me feel like I am in control, when I know that I’m not. “I told you relax. I want to try that something we talked about. Kay?”

              She shakes her head in protest and I know that I’m in for it. Bree doesn’t want me to go down on her. I really…really want to do this. Every guy knows that this is the ultimate pleasure for a girl. But, it has never been done to Bree. Her ex-dick said he didn’t like to do it…that it was disgusting. What the fuck?

              “No. We talked about this. I don’t want you to do that just to pleasure me. You give it to me other ways.”

              I laugh at her innocence. “Baby, trust me when I say, it will give me as much pleasure as I give you. Let me. Now.” I begin to play with her nub and feel her unwind.

              “Josh-“

              “No. Let me try. If you don’t like it…fine. I will stop. Just say the word. But, if you do like what I’m doing, don’t stop me. Trust me, kay?” I feel my own anticipation rising.

              “Fine. We’ll try.”

              Victory is mine. My mouth consumes hers. I swirl my tongue around exploring her mouth. My mouth moves from hers and slips to her chin, then to her neck. It finds its way between her breasts leaving a trail from below her breasts down to her navel.

              Bree sucks in her breath making a sound like she needs as much air as she can get in. I place my hands on each side of her thighs. I make swirls with my tongue just above her navel. Finally, my tongue moves as far south as it can go, settling ‘there’. She gasps. I don’t know if that is a good thing or a bad thing yet. The word ‘Stop’ has not been uttered so I continue swirling and nibbling.

              Bree is unusually quiet. I’m not used to any woman being quiet during this act. I need to know that I am doing something right. I slip two fingers inside of her as I continue my technique with my tongue. Fuck-she’s wet. I mean really wet. And then, there it is. The moan I’ve been waiting for.

              “Aah!” she cries out.  There’s only one way to describe a sound like that. Angelic. The moment you know that you…yes…you are making your girl feel like this.

Bree starts to match the rhythm of my fingers and bucking her hips. Fuck. I start to feel myself lose it. I’ll be damned if I spill myself all over the bed before she even comes.

The whimpering continues and becomes more fervent. From inside of her, I feel it coming. Her walls begin close around my fingers. Her legs begin to shake and she grabs a fistful of my hair in desperation. It hurts like hell but it is such a fucking turn-on.

“Josh!” She is really fucking my hand now as she comes.

I hold on until her last spasm releases and then I withdraw my fingers. To catch my breath, I lie in the crook of her thigh and gently massage the sides of her legs.

I finally find the courage to look at her. God, she is so beautiful. Satiated and eyes hooded, she pulls me to her. She kisses me, which surprises me a little considering she didn’t want me down there to begin with. But, shit, I’m in to it.

              My dick is so hard right now that I am in pain. I need to release or I will explode. Bree must sense my discomfort. She lifts my shirt from my body and hastily removes my boxers. As I look at her, I rock in to her.

              Usually, I try to be as gently as I can be with Bree. Today is a different story. I can’t seem to get enough of her. It’s like I want to claim her…mark her as mine. I rock harder and harder in to her in a pace that seems unreasonable. From what I can hear over my own grunts, she likes it.

              “Josh, harder.”

              The dude abides. I give it to her as hard as I can. She claws at my back and then I feel the same sensation I felt with my fingers…walls contracting. She’s about to come again. I pick up my speed and go deeper, lifting her legs up.

              “Fuuck!” She screams.

              That’s it for me. I’m completely hers. Hearing her come for me again is just…well…fucking splendid. My dick gives her a last, long slide. I collapse while grunting and spilling myself in to her.              

              We lie there for a while, catching our breath. I lift my head to look at her. There are a million and one things I want to say to her right now. But, nothing comes out because she looks like she is tearing up. Shit. I pushed her to far. I made her do something she didn’t want to do. I’m a fucking asshole. I forget that she’s a bit inexperienced.

              “Fuck. I’m sorry, Bree. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m so sorry.” I’m kissing her forehead and face trying to love her pain away.

              She wipes the tears from her eyes. “I’m not crying because I’m hurt…silly.”

              Now, this shit is confusing. “Why are you crying?”

              She laughs at herself. Suddenly, she seems shy. “The feeling…it was intense. So…overwhelming. Kind of emotional. Unbelievable. ” She is looking away from me. Hiding.

              I’m in awe. I’ve heard of girls…hell, even some guys crying during sex. This is new for me. I like it. Fuck that. I love it. I am the one making her feel this way.

              I give her a lingering, slow kiss. “I love you. Really. I fucking love you.”

              She kisses me back. “Love you.”

BREE

              We must have fallen asleep because the sun was definitely up and now my room is pitch black. I look over at my nightstand at the blinking lights coming from our cell phones. Someone has been trying to get a hold of us. It’s probably just Eric wondering if I will cook him something to eat.

              I carefully reach over to grab my phone trying not to wake Josh up. My attempt failed because he grumbles something about going back to bed and turns over. “It could be Eric or Lena.”

              “Yeah? They can fend for themselves, Bree. Let’s just spend tonight by ourselves.” He pulls me in to him, wrapping his arms around my naked body.

              Sounds great. I grab my phone to text Eric that we are going to stay in tonight. There are four unread texts from Eric on my phone. I quickly look at Josh’s phone and he has more than that.
              Quickly, I glance at my messages

              ‘Hey, it’s E, u with Josh?’

              ‘Bree, I need to talk to Josh, call me.’

              ‘If you see Josh before I do, have him call or text me.’

              ‘Bree, something has happened to Amy. She’s in the hospital. Josh is listed as an emergency contact. Can you have him call me?’

              “Shit,” I say with panic.

              Josh jumps up. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

              “Eric has been trying to get in touch with you. It’s Amy. She’s in the hospital. You are listed as an emergency contact.”

              Josh’s head falls in to his hands. His hands travel up to his head. “Fuck.”

              “I texted Eric back to find out what hospital she is at,” I offer. This isn’t easy for me. As much as I feel sorry for Amy, I am human. I hate that she depends on Josh so much. How can you have a future with someone when the past keeps popping up?

              I begin gathering Josh’s clothes from my floor. He stops me. “I’m not fucking going.”

              “Josh, you have to go. You are all that she has.”

              “You don’t understand, Bree. This is probably another attention getting stunt. I can’t keep doing this. She’s just a girl that I fucked.”

              “Well, that girl that you fucked, is relying on you to be there at the hospital. Think about it, Josh. You are the one that she listed to call. Why is that?” I am floored that he is acting like a jerk.

              “I don’t know. I don’t fucking care.” His ugly is definitely showing.

“Well I do. You are all that she has. And that…is pretty fucking sad. She has to put a fling on an emergency list because there is no one else. There’s no mom, dad, friend, or boyfriend. There’s just Josh or a dealer. I’m thinking she is picking the lesser of two evils.” At this moment, I realize this isn’t about love for Amy. She doesn’t have a soul in the world that cares about what happens to her.

Josh sighs, “You are right. I’ll go…if…and only if…you come with me.”

I don’t think it is a good idea. After all, I don’t know what kind of condition she is in. Plus, I don’t want to send her over the edge by being present. “I don’t think she wants me there.”

“Don’t care. We are a package deal. I want her to know that you are my life. You are going to be my future.”

“Fine. I’ll go.” I only agree because it’s the only way Josh will go and Amy’s life depends on it.

                                                                      JOSH