San Jose, California
8:00 am
Nadia's pov
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The summer I lost my virginity, I was nothing more than a mere inexperienced eighteen year old who could not understand the aching wants and desires to be touched by a man. I'd never so much as had a kiss, a significant other to satisfy the desire of my starving lips at that.
I'd slip into a daze, clouded with lust as a vision of myself being absolutely taken appeared in my mind. It would be no man in particular, i'd fantasized about many men that summer. By any man I'd found attractive. Any man who showed even the slightest hint of being a decent human being. Holding the door, complimenting my appearance, or even flashing a friendly grin at me as we passed one another on a sidewalk.
I can't pinpoint exactly when it all happened. Maybe it was a gradual attraction that built more and more. Or maybe it hit me all at once, like a bolt of lightning. I could not explain it, but I had become hopelessly infatuated with my best friend.
Aslan was back home after his second year of college. He had come back taller than he was last year and built like that of a Greek god. He'd always had an appealing face, and even then, a well built body. But only now did my attraction for him actually peek. I wasn't sure what it was about him that was so tantalizingly mouth watering, but it had me desperate for a taste like an addict wanting a fix of his choice of high.
I remember the first day he had come back home. I was up in my bedroom, my back flat against my mattress as I stared up at the ceiling, mind blank of all things except for him when I heard the constant on- again off-again blare of his car horn.
I jumped up from my spot on the bed and raced down to see him. I'd nearly ripped the door off of its hinges as I fumbled around trying to unlock the door.
As I bursted out of the door, my younger brother hot on my tail, a deep smile fixed itself on my lips. We raced each other next door, eager to get to Aslan first. I'd beaten him and only by a leap as I tossed myself into Aslan's arms at the last second. He caught me, fighting his fit of laughter as he twirled us around. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as my arms rest around his neck. "I missed you." I sighed, melting into his warm embrace.
"I missed you more." He said in my ear, his voice deep and smooth. Deeper than it was last year. He placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, catching the corner of my mouth in the process. I stiffen momentarily as heat pooled in my core. I unwrapped my legs and released him, a smile still pleasant on my face.
I took in his appearance as he embraced my little brother. I watched as his biceps flexed from the hug, his chest and torso absolutely swallowing the cotton of his all black wife beater. His brownish-blonde hair had been taken down to a buzz cut from its usual curly yet shaggy state. Tattoos adorned his neck and left arm in a beautifully dark array. And around his neck rested a simple gold chain.
From there, my attraction only grew for him. I made it a point to drink him in with my eyes whenever I could. Seeing him in this new light had me wondering if he'd shared the same sentiments as myself. Did he find me attractive too?
It hadn't been until the trip to our shared family home for the Fourth of July that things would actually work in my favor.
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I had been so flustered with lust from what had happened with Aslan in the game room that I had excused myself and locked myself up in my room since.
He'd innocently pulled me onto his lap to teach me how to play the stupid game, but I hadn't retained a single word he was saying. I was too busy thinking about the print evident in his pants that had been pressing against my butt. He had wrapped his arms around me, his hands on top of mine as he helped me kill my opponents in the game. "Yeah, just like that." He'd praise me, mindlessly speaking to me in a manner that could easily be mistaken as sexual.
