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I met the man of my dreams on Valentine's Day over a decade ago. The only problem with that is he fell in love at first sight with my fraternal twin sister.
We were at an anti-Valentine's Day event at a local bar when Sam walked in with his friend Eric.
They were both attractive, tall, and had amazing smiles. We thought they were brothers, but they just looked alike.
It was surreal. They saw us at the same time we saw them and walked over to our table. The bar was crowded, there were few tables, and we happened to have two open chairs.
My sister kicked me under the table and said, "I got left." I looked up at them and on the left were the most beautiful soft brown eyes I'd ever seen.
They reached the table and the eyes said, "Hi, I'm Sam and this is Eric," while looking into my sister's eyes.
She said, "I'm Erin and that's my sister Erica."
Eric smiled and sat down next to me. "Can I get you two a drink?" He asked. At least I think he did—I was too lost in Sam to hear him.
He tapped my almost empty wine glass, picked it up, and smelled it.
"Merlot?" He asked.
I snapped out of it and said, "Yes, and she's having Chardonnay."
"Great, I'll be right back," Eric said before sauntering over to the bar.
I started to ask Sam a question, something innocuous and tripe about them coming there often, but he was a goner already. His hand was on the back of Erin's chair and they were talking as if they were the only two people in the room.
Eric returned with the drinks and sat next to me. "Are you girls V-day haters or just dateless?" He asked.
The way he spoke irritated me. He seemed slick, I hated slick and I had less than no interest in a pussy hound.
"We're dateless. Neither of us is seeing anyone right now. We're almost done with school so whether consciously or not, we're putting graduation first and getting ready to move into the real world."
He nodded and started bragging about his job as a trader on some board of exchange. While he was prattling on about options and the market, I was staring at Sam and my sister.
She was laughing and touching his arm and hand. She brushed her long, honey-blonde hair behind her ear. She even bit her lip. They were her usual signs. I knew she wanted him and I wanted to kill her.
As Eric droned on about his new Lexus, Sam interrupted and said, "Would you ladies like to get some dinner? I know we'll probably have a bit of a wait, but Benihana is nearby and is one of my favorite places."
My sister perked up, "We love it too. Erica always wants the Sake squirted into her mouth. She never misses a drop."
Everyone but me laughed.
"Bitch!" I thought as Eric said, "I bet you swallow it all as well."
Sam had the grace to frown and shake his head at his friend. "Eric, be nice. Sorry about that ladies. A comedian, he is not."
"What?" Eric said laughing at himself.
Erin said, "Give us a minute to freshen up and we'll head out."
I stood and joined her for our trip to the bathroom.
"What an ass!" I said.
"Oh, relax. Sam is amazing and I don't want you to blow this for me," Erin demanded. "Put on your big girl panties, give him a ride, and never speak to him again, but I really like Sam."
I wanted to smack her, but let it go.
"Besides, you know you swallow."
"Fuck you!" I said as we laughed out the door.
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Dinner was uneventful and the conversation was along the same vein as it was at the bar. By the time we finished our wine after dinner, Eric wasn't even a candidate for a one-night stand—not that I did that very often. As good looking as he was, he was too full of himself.
After dinner, we split into couples. Eric drove them and Sam and my sister drove us, so it worked out. Eric took me to a cigar lounge. Seriously. He took me to a cigar lounge on Valentine's Day.
They didn't serve alcohol, but he had a locker there that had Scotch in it. Who the hell has a locker at a cigar lounge? No, he wasn't going to make the cut.
When he dropped me off at my parents' house, I saw Erin's car in the driveway. He had the nerve to invite himself in but I brushed him off. Without a kiss on the cheek or exchanging numbers, he left disappointed.
I walked into the living room and found my sister gushing about Sam to my parents.
"Ew! You smell like an ashtray," my mother complained.
"Yeah, she picked Prince Charming and I was stuck with a frog that took me to a cigar lounge," I said and stormed off to wash the stink off of me.
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We were both living at home while we finished school and I had to deal with Erin coming home from every date with Sam, gushing.
I heard about every anecdote he told, I knew as much about his job on the options exchange as I knew about my father's, I knew he had a penis that was bigger than Erin's vibrator, and that he ate pussy as well as a lesbian—I was almost sick of it.
The truth was, I was insanely jealous and longed to hear every word about him.
I had a few dates over the next few months but I prevented any of them from developing into a relationship. I messed every one of them up by comparing each guy to Sam. They all fell drastically short. In one case, pun intended.
We graduated and Erin got a job in advertising downtown near Sam's work. I went to work in a management training program for the local grocery store chain. My goal was to own my own business someday and I figured it would be good experience to get some on-the-job training in retail.
Sam and my sister tortured me by setting me up with several of Sam's friends and many of those were double dates. Every time I was with them, my thoughts were on Sam. I was barely able to hide my attraction to him, kind of—Erin knew, Sam didn't.
One night, Erin invited me to go to a wine tasting party that she was hosting at her apartment. Sam showed up, which was not unexpected, but he brought Eric along.
Eric spent half the night ignoring me but once he started getting a buzz from the wines, he started hitting on me. I was also pretty looped and to my shame, I let him.
While he was off talking with Sam, I said goodbye to Erin and our friends and walked out to my waiting Uber. Before I realized what was happening, Eric was opening the door for me.
"Hi, you didn't say goodbye," he said. "I just wanted to say goodnight and make sure you got out safely."
"I'm safe and I'm not driving, thank you."
"Look, the finger foods in there didn't cut it. Do you want to grab a bite with me?" He asked.
I should've said no, but I was drunk and hungry. I accepted.
Before I knew it we were making out in the car, forgetting to change where we were going and were at my apartment. Then we were in my bed.
I don't remember taking my clothes off, yet I was naked and he was eating me out as if I were the meal we forgot to eat. I came within minutes and watched as he took his clothes off.
He was rock solid with chiseled abs, cut chest, and long thick cock. If I had any doubts, they were gone by the time he pressed himself into me, stretching me to my limits.
He had no care about doing anything other than fucking me. He hammered away without kissing me, touching my breasts, or rubbing my clit.
Before I was remotely close to cumming, he stiffened and stopped moving. His face almost made me laugh as he shot his load into my unprotected pussy.
That's when I freaked out.
