Authors Note:
This story had been requested from a few in the comments of 'Old Wounds' and at first I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Though, the more I thought, the more the idea struck my fancy so I sat down to write it out.
A big, big thank you to JFS1212 for editing and beta reading this story. He took something that was riddled with errors and made it grammatically sound.
This piece is a standalone story and can be read as such, but some of the background information may make more sense if you've read my series: Old Wounds.
All characters engaged in any form of sexual activity are over the age of eighteen.
Also, I'm trying actually writing these on a Doc and uploading the file now instead of just writing in my notes app then copying it to Lit, so if the formatting gets messed up, I apologize and will fix it. If it's messed up you can either come back to the story when it's fixed, or soldier on and try to deal with the formatting. Hopefully it uploads as I've typed it though.
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Fuck my brother. I mean that in the nicest way possible. He really is a great guy, my best friend in all likelihood, but still, fuck him. Not fuck him because he's an asshole, or he stole my leftovers from the fridge, but because he stole the woman of my dreams from me.
Ok, that's not fair, he didn't steal her exactly, he just up and married her sister. Now the girl I'd been pining over since I learned what women were was my sister-in-law. At least I think that counts as my sister-in-law?
Matt did absolutely nothing wrong. He and Katie were truly meant to be together, and I was nothing but happy for them. Them being together just sort of left me in a shitty spot, not that I ever had a chance with Allison anyhow.
Either way, it didn't matter. Thinking about Allison while Cassidy's lips were wrapped around my cock just didn't seem right at all. Not that I really cared if it was right or not. Let me rephrase that, I didn't care if it was right or not, because Cassidy certainly wouldn't have cared if I was thinking about Allison.
I should probably explain. I had just turned eighteen, like literally just turned eighteen about seven minutes ago. Cassidy was one of my good friends, but not a girlfriend. She was almost a year older than me and graduated last year, but still lived at home so her not being in high school anymore didn't tamper with the friendship.
Yesterday Cass surprised me by offering to give me a blowjob the second I turned eighteen. I figured it was a joke, but immediately after she said it I knew she was serious. I also figured she didn't mean 'the second I turned eighteen' literally, but that we'd meet up at some point on my birthday and she'd do the deed.
"I'll also fuck you too, but I know you've said you wanted to save that," she said nonchalantly.
"Uhhh," I replied, drawing it out in hopes actual words would form in my mind.
"Just head then," she shrugged as if it was no big deal.
It really wasn't a big deal, to her at least. She had a very open view about sex, and while I certainly wouldn't call her a slut, she did indeed call herself one, and didn't take offense when anyone else did either, whether they were joking or serious. 'Sex is just sex, if I want it, I'm going to get it' is what she'd always say. She wasn't wrong though, she certainly could get it whenever she wanted. She was an unbelievably sexy young woman.
I was born at six fifty-two in the morning, so as it turned out, I was set to turn eighteen, if you went by the minutes and not the date, on my way to school, so you can imagine my surprise when my phone rang at six thirty, and even more surprised when I answered it to hear Cass say she was serious.
"You can be late to school once Kyle," she giggled. "My dad just left for work so I've got the house to myself. Stop by and let me be the first to properly wish you a happy birthday."
"As it happens, I'm just getting ready to pass your house," I chuckled nervously, not wanting to question her and risk the good fortune that was all of a sudden coming my way.
Cass and I never flirted, never hooked up, never did anything other than just be friends. That's not to say I didn't find her dangerously attractive, I most certainly did, I just didn't want anything with her. I was too hung up on Allison.
Cass didn't want anything with me either, so it worked out. She also knew about my deep attraction to Allison, so the thought of us doing anything never really crossed our minds.
"Good. Just come right in, we're going to do this right. It's your first blowjob, and also your birthday. I aim to make sure you never forget it," she said sultrily, hanging up the phone before I could respond.
Being late to school didn't really matter to anyone but my mother. It was the first week of my senior year anyways, so nothing was even really going on yet. I was old for my grade, the second oldest of everyone actually.
By that point I was at her driveway so I swung my truck up the gravel path and slid it into neutral, killing the engine and slipping it back into gear so it didn't roll. I took a deep breath and popped the door and hopped out, making my way inside.
"In my room," she called from upstairs. I'd been there a few times so at least I knew where to go.
I kicked my boots off at the door and headed for the stairs, my heart beating heavily in my chest with every step. I don't know why I was nervous. I wasn't even doing anything. Sure, I'd never even done anything more than make out with a girl, but this was Cass. She knew what she was doing, and she couldn't care less about if I popped off too quick, had a micro dick (which I didn't), or anything else. To her she was just giving me a birthday present.
I was able to somewhat get my nerves calmed by the time I reached her door. When I opened it my heart pounded even harder and I felt light headed, though for a reason completely unrelated to being nervous.
Cassidy was standing next to her bed completely naked. I'd seen all kinds of porn, but any of them couldn't hold a candle to the view she was giving me at that moment. If she had a mind that centered on sex, she certainly had a body that was built for it. While it was true I never really wanted anything with her, that doesn't mean I didn't fantasize about it. Often.
She was about five four and weighed maybe a buck thirty, but I'd be willing to bet at least twenty of those pounds were held in her tits with another ten in her ass. I didn't know her exact bra size, or even how bra sizes really worked, but I'd guess they were at least a few letters above DD. Her impossibly narrow hips flared out into what was likely the greatest heart shaped ass I'd ever get to lay my eyes on. She really did look like someone used AI to create the perfect sex symbol.
"What time is it?" She asked with a demure smile.
"Uhhh," I stammered, snapping my arm up to look at my watch. "Six fifty-five."
