My Brother's Sexy Best Friend (18+)

Make-up Sex

Matt

"Go to Hell." 

She turned her back towards me as she continued thumbing through her science notebook while standing beside her locker. Her voice had an air of indifference to it but the icy glimpse I had caught in her gaze right before she pivoted, indicated otherwise.

"V, I'm sorry," I pleaded. "Please talk to me so that I can explain."

I shook at the sound of her locker door slamming shut, the clanging of the metal echoing down the empty school hall. She whirled around to face me, placing her hands on her hips. "There's nothing to make clear, Matt," she spat out through clenched teeth. "You have a girlfriend and was cheating on her while using me for sex. Despite what you may think, I'm not stupid and understand perfectly what that means for me."

She pushed past me, but I blocked her path with my body. "Aimee's not my girlfriend. I only kissed her on New Year's Eve because your brother was giving me the evil eye when I approached you." I grasped her fingers in between mine. "Vanessa, you have to believe me. You were the only one I wanted to lock lips with at midnight."

Her features softened for the briefest moment right before the nor'easter moved back in on her face and she shoved me aside, striding down the hallway. "Was Jake also giving you the evil eye when you let Aimee go down on you?"

My mouth dropped open. How did she know about that one?

As if reading my mind, she called over her shoulder, "Surprised that I'm aware of your little tryst? Perhaps, you shouldn't have bragged about it to my twin then if you were hoping that it wouldn't get back to me. I guess you aren't as slick as you thought."

My feet momentarily rooted themselves to the tile as what she had just flung at me absorbed into my system. "That son of a bitch," I muttered through clenched teeth. Jake wasn't going to stop until he had made damn sure that Vanessa and I were done fooling around with one another and judging by the appearance of her stone-cold gaze, it seemed it was mission accomplished.

I raced ahead, catching up with her and guiding her into the gymnasium as we passed the double doors. The lights were dimmed and only the sound of our shoes squeaking on the shiny floorboards could be heard while I led her to beneath the bleachers.

Dragging my palms down my face, I exhaled. "Yes," I admitted. "It's true. Aimee did give me a blowjob but that's as far as it went, and it was well before I realized how much I liked you."

I reached for her hands again, and that time, she didn't pull away. The rigidness in her stance relaxed, her fingers curling around mine. "I like you too, Matt." she whispered. "A lot."

Her confession was the only encouragement I needed to capture her mouth with mine. Pressing her back against the cool metal of the frame of the seating, I caressed her face. She deepened the kiss, her touch urgently finding the zipper to my jeans. Upon contact, she proceeded to tug it down, freeing my arousal. 

"Show me how sorry you are then," she muttered, stroking my erection.

Grasping her by the shoulders, I spun her around so that her back was towards me. "Bend over," I instructed. 

She followed my directions without objection, folding over at the waist and grasping the back edges of the seats in front of her for support. I pushed up the soft wool of her sweater dress and pulled her white cotton panties down around her thighs. 

Then plowing myself inside of her, I began thrusting at a rapid pace. Our strong ache to reconcile left no time for foreplay. She whimpered as I sank myself in deeper. I clutched onto her hips, slapping her buttocks against my groin.