Wolf

I'm seriously in love with this outfit. Harry let me borrow his leather jacket since it was a bit chilly. I called and checked in with Mum. His episode at the mall hadn't been brought back up, of course. But he'd been having them ever since that night at the bakery.

"You ready, baby?" Harry wiggled his eyebrows at me. I threw my head back and laughed.
That is... until I saw him walk toward his fiery red Crotch Rocket.

"Uh... no. That's not happening. I'm not getting on that death trap." I shook my head, vigorously. I knew I'd said I'd be as nice as possible but there was no way I'd trade his happiness for my life.

"Come on. Please..." God, he's begging... He knows I hate it when he begs! I can never say no!

"Ugh...fine! But you owe me." He climbed on the bike. Careful not to break my neck, I climbed on behind him.

"Hold on tight."

"Oh please, Hazz." I muttered, really wanting to slap him.

"Suit yourself." The bike thrummed under my legs and lurched to life.

Hot damn, he's trying to kill me!

I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on for dear life.
Not soon enough, we pulled up to the house that I assumed was hosting the party. I'm literally plastered to Harry's back.

"You can let go now, Dylan."

"Nuh-uh....no."

"I stopped it now. You're safe." He's lying to me. I'm gonna let go and fall to my imminent death. I just know it.

"Dylan Nicole Rose! Get off the damn bike!" He turned around, pried my hands off his shirt, and threw me over his shoulder. Oh god... that shook me out of my trance. I started to pound his back.

"Harry, put me down!" I screamed against his shirt.

"Calm your tits, Dyl. People are staring."

"So! Put. Me. Down!" I started to beat at his back again, which wasn't exactly working with the overgrown jacket sleeves covering my fists, just as my feet touched solid ground. I turned toward the door of the house and smacked a smirking Harry on the arm.

"OW!" He said, rubbing his exposed arm.

"You deserved it." Before he could knock, the door swung open and a lad came running out... in his birthday suit.

"Oh boy..."

~ 30 MINUTES LATER~

The room was spinning and I felt... good! I smiled to myself. Why does my stomach feel so tingly?

I only had two... four... some amount of drinks. Oooooooooh! I found Harry!

Over by... body shots! I wanna do some! I staggered over to the table.

"I'm next!" I shouted, pushing through the crowd, giggling. I heard whistles and "cat calls."

"Pick a number, Dylan." How do these people know me? Oh, well, I'm too drunk to care.

"Umm..." I stared at my fingers. "Three!"

"Lift your shirt." A blonde haired boy walked over to me. I did what he said, too sloshed to ask way.

Apparently the rule about body shots is that you have to salt the number of places the person picks, place the lime in their mouths, take the shot, lick the salt, and get the lime. If they successfully take all the shots, they pick the next number and salt location. After the next person goes, whoever was being salted, in this case, me, had to go. The worst part would probably be my position. I was lying on the pool table, completely helpless.

I forget the boy's name but he handed me three shots to sit on the pool table behind me. He lightly sprinkled salt over my neck and placed the lime in my mouth. I watch helplessly as he picked up one shot, downed it, and licked a thick line up my neck, making me shiver. He placed his lips over mine, pulling the lime from beneath my teeth.

He repeated two more times, sprinkling salt in the exact same place.

Then, I noticed Harry behind the blond boy. His face was red. I wonder what's wrong... maybe he's hot?

As he lifted up, the guy placed a salt right at the waist band of my pants, my bellybutton, and my and the expanse of cleavage showing from my shirt. My eyes closed for a second. Ooooh, the colors inside my head are so pretty!

"Harry." My eyes snapped open. Is Harry next? But won't this be weird? He's my best fr- damn he looks good. He didn't dress up, he's in a t-shirt and jeans but his green eyes are vibrant and his curly hair, unruly.

Wait, what? Calm yourself, Dylan. You're just friends.

He smiled, showing off his dimples as he sauntered over to me.

He studied my eyes as he reached for the first shot. Normally, they'd take the shot, lick, and move on. But that wasn't Harry's case. At first I thought he wasn't going to take advantage of his designated areas and I felt a little disappointed... but that couldn't be what I was feeling right? It was all those drinks talking.

He downed the next two shots, still holding eye contact.

Slowly, he made his way to the lowest point the blond boy had salted. His tongue flicked across the flesh right above my jeans. He moved up farther, dipping his tongue into my belly button. My heart beat sped up. I knew what was next. He held my gaze captive as he ran his tongue between the separation of my chest.

His eyes never left mine as I began to squirm, his tongue lingering longer than necessary. As if he couldn't wait any longer, he kissed me. Pulled the lime from between my teeth. But he removed it from between his lips and brought his down on mine again. Once he laid his lips on mine that first time, I was hooked. His lips were gentle at first, then more demanding. He nipped at my bottom lip, asking for entrance.

Instead of laying still like I was supposed to, I leaned up and let him inside. I tangled my hands in his curly mop and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He broke away.

"We're done playing." He'd said, his eyes full of lust and his lips pink and swollen. As he carried me up the stairs, my legs still secured around his waist, I heard a chorus of: "woo," "get it in," and whistles.

How far am I going with this? He slammed an open door behind us.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" I looked into his beautiful green eyes and I finally understood. I understood why he kept me safe from nonexistent monsters, why he told that woman we were dating, why his face turned red when the blonde boy kissed me.

It's because he likes me... and I think... I think I like him back.

"Dylan?"

"Yeah. I wanna do this." I'm about to lose my virginity to my best friend...

He smiled captured my lips with his, sucking on my bottom lip. I unintentionally moaned into his mouth. It only made his smile grow wider as he pinned me to the bed, trailing his kisses from my lips to my neck, then sucking roughly. His tongue flicked over the bruised area before his teeth grazed over it, causing me to moan again.

Easily, he moved his hand down, unsnapped my pants and sliding them down my legs, taking my boots and underwear with them.

He came back up and kissed me again. I slid my hands under his shirt and tugged it off.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, Dylan." I undid his belt and he slipped out of his boxers and jeans.

He suckled on the wounded area on my neck and I felt a sharp pain between my legs.
Ever hear of painful but pleasurable? That's how it felt. After the pain subsided, I moaned deeply. He put another finger inside me.

I moaned again and my heartbeat picked up. I could feel the adrenaline pumping in my veins

All of a sudden he removed his fingers, ripped my shirt from my skin, and threw my bra to the ground. Moving quickly, but effectively. His mouth closed over my chest, gaining more moans from me as his nails scratched over it's twin.

"Harry, I-I need..." He lifted his head, practically begging me to finish my sentence.

"What? What do you need, Dylan?"

I was afraid to say the words, but I did anyway, "I need you inside me." He smiled and locked his lips to me, distracting me from the fact that he was pushing into me. It hurt at first, his large member crammed in the small space between my legs. Tears ran down my face as he began to move slowly. Once he was all the way inside, he stopped moving, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Are you sure about this? Do you want me to stop?" His curls tickled my face.

"N-No. Just... just keep going." He began rocking into me, softly and slowly. Eventually, the pain subsided and was met by teasing pleasure. I raked my fingers through Harry's curls, before pulling on them, causing a deep moan to erupt from his throat.

"Faster." I murmured, gripping his curls tightly. He increased his speed gradually, and then he started pulling out completely and then pounding back into me. He ground his hips into mine before pulling out and hitting a certain spot.

"Fuck. Do that again." He repeated his actions before realizing that he'd found my G-spot. He pulled out and thrust in, over and over, making sure to hit that spot every single time.

"HARRY!" I screamed as I clawed his back.

He looked into my eyes and kissed me softly, as he continued to thrust into me. He kept his lips on mine, kissing me softly as we climaxed together. That was when my drunken haze faded.

His body went limp, and he positioned himself behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. My heart was still beating erratically.

And I thought: Holy shit! I just lost my virginity to my best friend! And... I'm okay with that...

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