One Timers

“Well, Georgie. Welcome back to good old Oakville, Ontario.” I hear as the front door slams shut.

Shit.

“Steve? Is that you?” I call out. There’s a pause and I feel my heart pounding in my chest.
“Alyssa?”
“Yeah. I’m in the kitchen.”

The sound of Steve’s bulldog George’s nails on the hardwood floors make their way towards me, and I’m suddenly nervous. Not that I have any reason to be nervous around Steve. I mean, I’ve known him since I was a little kid. His sister and I grew up best friends. I’m practically like another member of his family. Except Steve and I never really knew each other growing up. He was always busy with hockey. So while the rest of his family and I got really close, Steve was always the elusive brother I only met around the holidays and saw occasionally during the summer.

The elusive brother I always had a crush on. And made out with that one time in high school when we all got drunk at a party. And then again the next summer at the lake, again at a party when we were all drunk. Yeah, Steve and I have been dancing around each other for years now. Sometimes I feel like he’s interested in me (like when he kisses me!), and sometimes I feel like he’s just trying to be nice because I’m his sister’s best friend.

“What are you-?” His voice stops when he sees what I’ve done to the kitchen.
“Your mom asked me to redecorate your entire house as a surprise for you. She said it was too empty, and needed a woman’s touch. And since I just got done with schooling for interior design and know you fairly well, she thought I’d be perfect for the job.” I explain, playing with the tassel on the string of my sweatpants. “I was just bringing over the last of the new pots and pans.”
“Wow.” He breathes. “If the rest of my house looks as good as my kitchen, I’ll say you didn’t get paid nearly enough.”
I chuckle.
“I refused to take any money from your mom, but thank you. I just took a lot of pictures before and after for my portfolio.”

Steve looks at me and I watch as George sniffs around at his new surroundings. He finds the water and food bowls I placed in the corner and begins drinking.

“Give me a tour?” He asks.

I oblige, and an hour later the only room we haven’t been in is his bedroom. The entire time he’s stayed close to my side and given me amazing compliments on each room.

“I didn’t touch your bedroom.” I say, causing him to give me a confused look. “That’s your personal space, and I respect that. I only went in there once.”
I don’t mention that the one time I went in there was when I was so exhausted from painting the hallway that I decided to spend the night here instead of drive home.
He nods his head.
“Well you’ve done such an amazing job with the rest of the house, I probably wouldn’t have minded if you did my room too.”

I smile at the compliment and blush as he wraps me into a big hug. My whole body tingles where we’re touching.

“Thank you, Alyssa.” He says.
“It was really no problem, Steve. I was happy to do it.”
“You really won’t take any money for all of this?”
“No, no. It’s payment enough that I can use this for my portfolio.”
“Go on a date with me.” He says randomly, causing my jaw to drop.
“Wh-what?”
“Tonight. Go on a date with me.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you?” He says, blushing. “I-I’m sorry. I thought you liked me too. I mean, all those times I’ve flirted with you over the years you’ve always flirted back. And then in high school when we made out it was so good. And this house just looks absolutely amazing, so you really deserve more than just pictures for your portfolio. But I know you won’t accept any money if you seriously turned my mother down-”

Is my brain hearing things? Did Steve really just admit that he likes me? And that making out with me years ago was so good?

“Yes.” I say, cutting off his babble. “I’ll go on a date with you tonight.”
He smiles and leans down, pressing his lips to mine. Instinctively, I kiss him back.
“I’m sorry.” He says, cutting us off. “I didn’t mean to-”

I cut him off by attaching our lips together again. We both instantly deepen it, and it feels just like the other times. Fireworks. His lips are soft. I part mine and let his tongue sweep my mouth, matching it. He presses me up against his bedroom door and covers my body with his. I’m practically melting at his touch. His hands begin roaming my sides, debating between going for my ass or my breasts. He settles on my ass, and grips it firmly causing me to moan into his mouth.

He pulls his lips away quickly.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen-” He says, blushing.
“No, it wasn’t.” I agree. “I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be sorry. That was.... wow. That was something. But you’re my sister’s best friend-”
“Kayla would kill me-”
“Kayla would kill me!”

We both start laughing at our quick banter. Steve stares at me for a second before pulling out his phone. I see him dial a number and he presses it to his ear, still pinning me against the door.

“Hey, it’s me.” He says into the phone. “Yeah, I just got home... Yeah she’s here too... Well that’s what I was calling about... I want to take her on a date tonight.”

I realize he’s talking to Kayla and my blood runs cold. She’s had so many people over the past couple years try to become friends with her to get to Steve. She and I always complain about them, especially the girls. Fake bimbos who think that becoming friends with Kayla automatically means they have a shot with Steve. She’s always said she’ll never approve of a girl for him anyway, and that she hopes it’s not someone from our hometown.

“Fantastic. I’ve always said you’re the best sister ever... Believe me, I won’t... Love you too.”

Steve hangs up and drops his phone to the floor, leaning in to press his lips to mine.

“Kayla said she’s been waiting for us to get together for years.” He says, biting on my bottom lip.
“I’ve been waiting for years too.” I admit.
“I always thought you were off limits. But now that I know you’re not...”

He picks me up and swings open his bedroom door. Walking over to the bed, he drops me onto my back and pulls his shirt over his head. He crawls on top of me and begins suckling at my neck. My fingers find the button on his pants and pop it undone. He separates just long enough to drag my shirt over my head and unclasps my bra at the same time, attaching his teeth to my uncovered nipple. I gasp and arch my back, wanting more.

We pull apart and he slides his pants down, kicking them off his feet. He tugs at my sweats and pulls them down too, kissing the inside of my leg. I can see his bulge and it sends a shutter through my body.

Steve Mason. My best friend’s brother. The guy I’ve stereotypically liked for years. Wants me.

I slip my fingers in his briefs and slide them over his ass. He does the same with my panties and rests against my stomach.

“Are you sure?” He asks, searching my face.
“Yeah.” I respond. “Are you?”
“Yeah.”

He presses into me and it feels amazing. Better than what I had always imagined. And let me tell you, it’s so much better than what I’ve been imagining all these years.

“Holy shit, Alyssa.” He moans, slowly pumping himself in and out of me.
“Steve.” I beg. “Go faster.”

His pace gradually picks up until he’s slamming into me, my head practically hitting the headboard. I rest my hand above my head to keep from getting a concussion and Steve lifts my hips, changing the angle.

“Oh, fuck!” I yell out when he hits my spot. “Shit, right there!”
He pounds harder, drilling into the same area.
“Oh fuck me, Steve.” I moan.
His grunts get louder and I feel myself reaching my breaking point.
“I’m almost there.” I tell him.

With new-found strength, he shoved deeper and rougher, gritting his teeth together. I felt myself flying, and dug my nails into his back, screaming out his name in ecstasy. Seconds later, I feel his hot seed fill me and his hips stop. Our breathing is ragged and my heart is pounding. He rests his head on my shoulder, taking deep breaths.

“If I had known it would be that absolutely amazing, I would have definitely said something sooner about my crush on you.” He says, rolling off me.
“Believe me, if I had known you had a crush on me I would have said something about my crush sooner.” I respond.

We laugh and I cuddle into his chest, feeling both of our heart beats slowing down to a normal pace.

“Fuck, I didn’t use a condom.” He says, sitting straight up.
I chuckle, deciding to mess with him a little.
“I know. I’ve always wanted to be Mrs. Mason. Lets just hope one of your boys finds something to hold onto!”
He looks at me, his eyes wide. I decide to press my luck farther.
“I want a little girl. What about you?”

“Are you crazy!?” He screams.
I can’t help but laugh out loud, confusing him.
“Oh, Mase darling. You’re too easy. I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen. I’m joking with you. I just graduated from college. I’m not ready for a baby yet!”
I smile and realization crosses his face.
“You’re evil.”

Notes

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