Page 56 of Enemies with my Bestie’s Brother
This is something that would have surprised me a few weeks ago, but now I don’t even bat an eye. I actually love recognizing the changes that have come about in Whitney’s and my relationship as time has gone on.
“That sounds great to me. Why don’t you pick one out while I make some popcorn and grab some movie candy from the cupboard?” I say.
She nods and turns to the TV as I saunter off to the kitchen.
I watch her from my spot by the microwave as I wait for the popcorn to finish. It’s fun to see her movie selection process. Click on title, read the synopsis, play ten seconds of the trailer, then exit out of that movie. Rinse and repeat. I wonder if she will even have one picked before I come back with popcorn and licorice twists.
The microwave beeps, indicating that the popcorn is done. I carefully take the bloated bag out of the microwave and pour it into a bowl big enough for the two of us to share. When I finally return to the couch, I see that she has a movie picked out on the screen featuring shattered glass and a woman’s face twisted in fear.
“Before we start the movie, I have something that I want to talk to you about,” I say as I turn to face her.
“What’s up?”
“I love you, Whitney. I know that it might be too soon for you to say it back, and I understand if that’s the case. But, the more time that we spend together, the more that I know it’s true. I don’t want to hide my love for you any longer than we have to. That’s why I think we should tell Penny at my birthday party, instead of after.”
She takes in a breath and blinks at me, but doesn’t open her mouth, prompting me to continue.
“I think it only makes sense — she’ll be in a great mood, with no worries or stress. It’s the perfect time for us to tell her. And, honestly, I don’t think she’ll be as upset as you think she’ll be. She’s been trying to put us together since day one, and that has to mean something. She’ll be happy that we’re finally together like she wanted. She’s always wanted a sister, and she views you as her sister.”
“What about Hailey?” Whitney asks.
I recognize a desperate attempt to change the subject, but don’t call her out on it.
“Hailey is a lovely person, and she and Penny get along, but you’re her best friend, Whitney. That counts for more than you could ever know. Besides, she can’t get too mad at us. She basically hid Parker’s and her relationship from me for the entirety of its beginning. I think that she’ll be a lot more understanding than you’re giving her credit for, Whitney.”
My eyes are pleading with her and she chews her lip in thought before sighing.
“I know that you’re right, Grayson. I don’t understand why I’m so scared to tell her, but I think it has less to do with Penny’s reaction than it does with my own fears. We should tell Penny at the party.”
“Really? You agree?” My eyes light up when she nods her head in agreement.
I throw my arms around her and pull her into a hug. She kisses my cheek as she gets closer.
“Yes, I agree. I’m actually a little excited at the idea, although still nervous. Believe it or not, I’m also getting a little tired of hiding the truth from everyone. I want to be able to stay the night at your place without worrying about what everyone’s thinking.”
I lean back and study her face before kissing her gently. She leans into the kiss, deepening it. She runs her hands down my chest before stopping at the button on my pants, toying with the metal before pushing the button through the hole in the denim. She slowly unzips them and pulls them down my legs. My breath hitches, and I feel a stirring down there as she looks up at me through her lashes.
She pulls my briefs down, and places her lips on my hardness, licking her tongue gently against the tip. I shudder and gather her long blonde hair together with my hand so that I can get a good view. Her head bobs up and down as her mouth moves on me.
“Mmmm,” she says, her lips buzzing in a vibrating sensation around my dick.
I can feel the pleasure building up inside me, threatening to release into her mouth. I gently pull her off of me and lay her down on the couch, pulling her leggings down her creamy pale thighs. I run my fingers along the edges of her panties before pulling them down, revealing the pinkness of her most private part.
I lick my lips before gently kissing the bean of pleasure that sits at the very top of it. She gasps and throws her head back at the sensation. I make the tip of my tongue stiff as I run it along the slit that leads to her clit. I take my finger and insert it into her for an added bonus of pleasure.
“Oh, Grayson,” she moans, arching her back as my finger finds the ribbed spot inside of her.
I go to town, working her expertly with both my finger and my mouth.
“Grayson! I’m there!”
I feel the inside of her clench around my finger as orgasm rocks her body. She convulses in my hand and I feel satisfaction fill me at the notion that I’m the reason that she’s being wracked with pleasure right now.
She pants heavily before pulling me up so that we’re face to face.
“In,” she says simply, and I smile as I consider pretending not to know what she’s referring to.
She snakes a hand down, desperately reaching for me. I place myself at her entrance before plunging in. Her warmth envelopes me, and I can’t help but quiver at the sensation. We move together as one; she’s rocking her hips up to meet me with every thrust. My movements get faster until the pleasure begins to build up inside me again. I grab her hips with my hands and pull her onto me quicker than she can manage. She gasps with each thrust.
