My Brother's Sexy Best Friend (18+)

No Longer A Virgin

Vanessa

"Can't you get arrested for that?" I asked Matt as I stood beside him, shifting from foot to foot and searching around for the beaming spotlight of the law enforcement helicopter that was sure to break through the darkness at any moment.

Matt grinned. "Absolutely." With a grunt, he firmly tugged on the final wooden board that was nailed to the front door of the lavish beach front home that we were sneaking into. "Trespassing is most definitely illegal but the most I'll likely get if we get caught is a gentle scolding for not asking before entry."

A burst of white light washed over the porch, and I immediately clung to Matt's arm. This is it. I'm going to jail. But I let out the breath I had been holding when the illumination faded away and I realized that it was just the headlight from a passing car that had temporarily put our illicit escapades on full display. "Matt, I don't think this is a wise idea. Besides, what makes you so confident that we won't get into trouble? Do you have an in with the police department or something?"

He chuckled as he tried the knob on the door, and it gave way with ease. "V, I'm fully aware that I get myself into a lot of unfavorable situations at school, but I usually try to keep my mischief limited to crimes that are only punishable by a maximum sentence of Saturday detention. I haven't become that chummy with the cops...yet." He glanced over at me, giving me a wink and suddenly I was fully ready to throw reckless abandon to the law and fuck him right there on the dusty sofa that hadn't been occupied in the past couple of months.

"You're going to soil my reputation, you know," I commented, trailing my fingers alongside the mahogany mantel over the fireplace. "All our classmates will gossip about how you're a bad influence on me and I'm no longer the good girl that they assumed me to be."

Matt stooped in front of the fireplace to toss some logs into the pit. "Hey, now," he piped up. "I haven't taken your innocence quite yet."

"But when you do?"

He watched as the first sparks began to ignite and lap at the logs, spreading quickly amongst the wood. His face was illuminated in the flickering glow, outlining the smooth contours of his jaw. An ache to explore him with my mouth grabbed hold of me but I reigned it in. Not just yet.

He rubbed his hands briskly in front of the fire, absorbing its warmth. "Well," he drawled. "Then I suppose I'll let them talk. 'She was such an obedient soul before that delinquent boy got a hold of her and corrupted her.'"

Smiling, I sat down beside him and rested my head on his shoulder. His leather jacket was fragranced with cedarwood mixed with the smokey scent of the burning embers. "I should have heeded their warnings. They told me that you racked up those Saturday detentions as though they were points in a game of pinball."

Matt slipped an arm around my back, his fingers lazily caressing the fabric of my t-shirt. "Would it help my case if I admitted that I'm terrible at pinball?" He glanced over at me, his grin deepening his dimple. "No? Well, what if I told you that I just really enjoy school? There's nothing quite like the stale smell of a teacher's coffee breath in the morning. I don't think there's anything wrong with me wanting to go an extra day. As a fellow school nerd, I would think you would be a bit more understanding of that. God, you're so judgmental."

Giggling, I poked him in the ribs. "How about if I tell everyone that breaking in here was my idea? Consider it your 'get out of jail free' card."

"I think that's only fair." He nodded solemnly, stoking the embers with a metal rod. "Matt was so innocent before wild child Vanessa threatened him with geometry problems if he didn't take her to the ocean so that she could smuggle dolphins back to her house in the trunk of his car."