Fucking Like Rabbits

July 2008

"You got laid!"

That was the first and the last thing I heard before I was suffocated to death.

It was probably something like 10 in the morning, and I had no idea what warranted my door being busted down by my little brother. He came back from Eton not long ago, and I had been on holiday for practically a month already.

Kate was still in Paris tidying up because she made a huge mess in her apartment to get through her finals, and I was already home in LA. She said she needed to meet up with me, so it was either I fly up to San Francisco or she flew down.

"Pig, get off," I grunted barely able to suck in a breath let alone talk in any volume. I attempted to shove him but with no avail, I was pinned beneath him like a dead rock.

He basically threw himself on me like a fucking cannon ball when I was still asleep. I knew he was jet lagged or something even though I had no idea what time it would be in England right now but I didn't care. There was a few hours' difference between the East and West Coast, too and I got over it just fine.

"I never got the chance to ask you about anything," he rolled off of me when he noticed that I couldn't really seem to breath and he wanted to con stories about my sex life out of me.

God knows if he had one in an all-boys' school, prestigious or not.

"I thought you don't want your little brain contaminated with porn."

"Just don't get too graphic."

"You're going to be screaming TMI in the top of your lungs like the first time you caught me watching porn."

"Slut."

"Not the only one. You watch them, too."

"Oh, come on, boys hit puberty way harder than girls."

Where did this no filter conversation come from?

He was like four years younger me, and now we were talking about sex in my fucking bedroom on my fucking bed, and in the morning when I was barely awake nonetheless?

Was every siblings like this?

"Did you even brush your teeth?"

"Nope," he grinned, showing me his teeth and also blowing a breath at me.

Gross.

"Did any one pop your cherries?" I teased him, if he wanted me to share, then I wanted him to return the favor, and I knew this guy would take advantage of my willingness if I didn't get something out of him first.

"Puh lease, woman, I go to an all boys' college."

He rolled his eyes at me but I secretly believed that he'd been frequenting clubs that he shouldn't be going at his age, and obviously drinking with his senior friends.

"As if that can stop you. It'd be better if you're not straight."

"Oh, I am."

I lifted a brow at him. "Never say never."

"I didn't say that. Now, spill."

"It's no fun if you're looking for the PG version," I taunted him liking the way he debated in his head.

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I picked up my phone since my brother was taking too long having an internal debate on just how much details did he want me to spew. I was willing to give him a R-rated rundown but only if he was up to it.

We had been nasty to each other since the day we could function on our own.

My parents had been laughing at our expense ever since, and they were enjoying every fight between us. We would never admit to anyone that we were close or even friends when we were young, until I graduated high school and he got into it.

That perhaps marked the time when we finally matured.

"Is that lover boy?"

"Who?"

"Christian."

"Who told you his name? I certainly never did, or did mom tell you that?"

His smirk widened, and he got me there. I was curious. "Dad told me."

"What?" I tossed my phone away, half way through my reply and jumped up in bed.

"Mom let it slip to dad that you have a fuck buddy, because you know how she was hoping that you'd at least have a relationship with the guy?"

"We do have a relationship, just not dating, that's all."

He rolled his eyes at me, of course I knew what he was talking about. My mom didn't think too high of Christian since she thought we were being too casual and crass about this whole sexual arrangement.

To me, at least we were monogamous, so I didn't think it was all that bad.

After all, I wasn't looking for a boyfriend nor did I want one at this stage of my life.

"She employed my dad trying to talk you out of being with the guy just for sex."

"And in the end, it somehow involved you?"

"Well, dad bitched about Christian to me."

"What the fuck? You people are talking shit about him behind my back?"

He laughed, and I didn't know how to feel. I wasn't pissed or angry that they were doing this because we would always judge each other whether behind their backs or in front of them. It was my family dynamic after we moved to the US anyway. I was used to that we gossip about one another's life like Page Six.

But, I truly didn't want them to think of Christian as some irresponsible guy who was just in it for sex. Although, that was accurate, but he was still sweet.

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I resumed to replying to my best friend and ignored my brother for the time being, he was still giving me a rundown about what my parents said about my friends with benefits relationship. I couldn't give two fucks about it honestly, because we were done.

Flashback

"You never told me about your call with José. Not in detail anyway."

"I didn't?" I was surprised myself, but I couldn't keep track of what I told everyone because I had been keeping practically everyone who talked to me up to date with my sex life, though I would only share the text thread with Kate and go into details of my night.

But, lately, I didn't have to go into much details since it was all the same, nothing significantly interesting. It was just us having sex, and fucking like there was no tomorrow. I didn't let him blind fold me or tie me up, so there was nothing new.

"Which one?"

"Bitch, how many times did you call him?" She shrieked, almost bursting my ear drums with her high-pitched reaction which was really unlike her, and I blamed it on the stress that she was still somewhat under before her last day of exam.

I was already done and was going to pack to go home but Christian was done a few days later than me, and I booked my flight a couple of weeks later just so I wouldn't miss out on anything fun before break.

Christian said he could leave on the same day as me, and maybe drive me to the airport, since was going to drive home or something. I didn't pay much attention to the details. Trix was going back to Russia for some family thing that began since Spring Break, and then back to Seattle, so we probably wouldn't see each other too much.

"Twice? Once before Spring Break, and once during or after. Something like that but I can't remember much."

Kate groaned, and I could feel her rolling her eyes at me and yelling at me for not telling her sooner before I forgot. She thought everything in my life was juicy and interesting and she didn't want any details left out, so I thought I'd entertain her, since according to her, guys in her school were all into some kind of drugs.

She didn't want to get associated with any of them, at least not so soon. One year wasn't enough to get a handle on the guys in her school. Art students were too deep and complicated and abnormal.

Fair enough, it wasn't like I think my life was too taboo to be shared.

"He didn't offer much advise. I told him that I had sex, and the first thing this dude asked was how big Christian is."

Kate bursted out laughing.

"I mean dude, honestly. He's my first, how the fuck am I supposed to know, right?"

"Yeah, porn doesn't help."

"No shit. Then, he starts to give me stupid advise like if I want to know whether he has feelings for me, I should get with another guy and rub it in his face."

"But you don't want to date him."

"Exactly, and I don't want drama. Unnecessary drama, I just want a drama free sex life, that's not too much to ask. Anyway, I didn't bother correcting him on the notion, and just let it slide. Who doesn't know how to make a guy jealous?"

"Right," Kate laughed. She was obviously a pro at it since she had been watching way too many chick flicks in the past.

"So, I briefed on my first two times. That was during the call before Spring Break, and I only had sex with him twice. Well, for two nights."

"Yeah, I understand. And?"

"José started to say like, maybe it was a white thing but he's got stamina and stuff. Like, complimenting on how fast he can recharge and how many times he could climax one night, but honestly nothing remotely useful."

"He did at least reassure you that you found yourself a good deal."

"Yes, he did say that Christian was good, knows what he's doing and stuff. I just left out the detail that I didn't orgasm, but never mind that."

Kate giggled, she had an idea how José could be. He liked to boast about other people's sex life but of course he never knew anything about a white guy's ability.

"That was it, nothing interesting."

"Did you ask him what to do with a guy's boner? I mean I want to know that, because I know it can be painful for a guy."

"I did the second time because Christian asked if he could tie me up, remember?"

"Oh, so did you ask him that too?"

"What? Tying girls' up? I don't know, I don't thin he's into it because let's be honest, he can't even get the girl without making a fool out of himself. I don't know how can he even get the coffee shop girl to bed him."

"He's desperate, and with the added stress from finals."

I laughed at her, she had a point but I wasn't interested in José's personal life one bit.

"I wasn't expecting much from him but I asked him about the boner and mentioned Christian's fantasy."

"Okay, and what did he say?"

"He was just in awe of Christian's skills, and obviously I also have stamina to put up with him and all that shit. José's not been much help."

"You could've just asked Christian, you know? You have been fucking him for five? Six months now."

"Well, that was before we got closer. How am I suppose to approach him with this after knowing each other for five minutes?"

"So, what did José say?"

"Not much, he's apparently not as horny. So, he said it's best if I ask him, because he thinks Christian is way hornier than he had ever been."

"Are you sure Christian doesn't like you?"

"He likes me, but that's purely physical."

Kate was silent, and I knew she was seriously pondering like other friends in my high school that I told about my relationship.

"He texts you everyday since Spring Break. Actually, since that first night."

"He said so himself, he's physically attracted to me, and I know first hand just how horny he is. So, if I were in his shoes, I'd definitely be checking in like he is."

"Ana, the guy asks you about everything."

"That's what checking in means, right? He cares, and quite frankly, so do I."

"You're still passive as fuck."

"It's the sex that he cares about, girlie."

"I think it's more than that."

"Okay, whatever but I don't get the vibe that he wants to date. I'm fine with the current arrangement."

"Do you like him?"

"Well…" if she had asked me this a few months ago, I would actually think hard before I answered, but now, I was trying my best to avoid analyzing my feelings for him because it was a dangerous zone to pass into.

I didn't want to catch a feeling, and he was going abroad soon, so I just wanted to enjoy it while I could and then start fresh next year. There were definitely more parties, and more frats like his. In fact, there was one that I could think of on the top of my head that I'd like to go again because I went in the first semester and I didn't know I should get with guys so I stuck with my clique.

"No, but like I said, if he wants to date and asked me, then I'm not going to turn him down."

"What if he approaches you with that idea before you leave for the summer?"

"Like if he wants to do long distance?"

Kate confirmed.

"Then, it's a no. Of course I'm not going to do long distance with him. There are so many people out there and it's only my first year in college, who knows what's going to happen in the future. I only know this guy for four months tops."

"I wonder what he would've done for you had you two meet before Valentine's Day."

"We met in late February," I reminded her to pull her out of her day dreaming. "Anyway, today is his last day of exams, so I'm going over to celebrate with him since he invited me."

"He's not going out with other people in his frat?"

"Don't know, don't care. I want to fuck him and he better be prepared."

"Ooh, feisty, Ana."

"Besides, Kate, he's not my type."

"He's not? I thought you'd probably change it for him by now."

"It's only been three months, Kate. Too short in my opinion to develop anything. I'm only having sex with him because he's cute, and has a good body. I mean, look at him. You've seen his pictures."

"Just physical attraction?"

"Purely physical, and he's more attracted to me than me him."

"Clearly."

"He's not my type. I'm sorry to shatter your romantic vision of us walking down the aisle in white but it's not happening. He's not my type, he's too cute and adorable."

"He's goofy and sweet, which is also what you liked."

"Yeah, that part seems to fit my type but in general, he's not."

I grinned. I would call that horny and de-stressing.

But, whatever. She could call it whatever she wanted.

I was going to get laid one way or another. Definitely going to get laid one last time before the summer because I didn't think I'd be getting any for at least two months straight.

His suite was empty by the time I got there at night, well, more like late in the afternoon. If everyone was at some party that night since their exams were done, then I had a feeling that it would be a sex marathon I'd be looking at in my near future.

"Everyone's gone, and that gives me so much ideas."

I giggled and looked up at him. He had that wicked gleam in his eyes whenever he came up with something devious and sexual, but there was also a trace of seriousness behind that expression this time.

Oh, I felt like I'm in trouble. So much trouble.

And, deep…

"I missed you," he pushed me against the door the moment we walked into his suite, and we weren't even in the bedroom he shared with his roommate.

We were in the common room, or whatever they called the space that they shared. The bathroom was just down the hall, and I had used it practically every time after my visit, just because I read somewhere that it was best if I peed after sex.

"It's been too long," he moaned into my lips, grinding his hips into my pubic bone.

I didn't get the chance to get anything in, but I guess at this rate, I probably wasn't allowed to make any speech other than primal voices from his assaults.

"And, I want you so bad."

"We've both been busy," I managed out once his lips left my lips.

"I could always make time for you, Ana. It's just unfortunate that our exam schedules clashed in the worst way."

"Ooh… Christian…"

His teeth nibbled on my nipple through my thin shirt and bra, and they pebbled under his command. He had been getting so much better at working my body.

Sex with him was honestly just getting better and better.

Before I knew it, I was picked up and pushed against the door with my legs wrapped around his waist, giving his covered dick direct contact with my covered vagina.

I gasped at the contact, but he pretended he wasn't affected.

His lips were still sucking on the side of my neck, down the crook of it, then to my shoulder. I wasn't sure if he was going to leave a hickey, but I knew he was going to leave a temporary mark.

My skin wasn't too sensitive, and I wasn't sure if it was because he didn't have the skills to make me feel like I could cum just with his mouth on me, or it was really my problem that I liked to be sucked hard and have teeth grazing against my skin.

"Suck harder, Christian."

That would definitely result in a hickey, but who was I kidding, I was going to leave tomorrow so who gives a fuck?

He growled against my skin, obviously getting more and more turned on by my commands.

"All those surfaces, Ana…" he let his voice trailed off and I knew exactly what he had in mind.

"How long do we have?"

He grinned widely. He liked my eagerness.

"Let's give it until midnight, but I doubt anyone would be back till after two."

Now it was my turn to grin.

"We're definitely breaking a record tonight."

I lost track of how long we had spend dry humping against the door, probably giving every neighbor every reason to believe that this was an orgy and not just two horny teenagers.

He moved us to the kitchen table and tossed out shedded clothes toward the couch, but none actually landed on it.

I giggled at his failed attempt, and he finally gave up. All of then ended up on the floor next to the table.

We were both naked in no time, and despite the fact that I started taking the pills just because it was the most economic option given my current status as a college student with no income, well, actually I did have an income from part-time modelling and stunt-double performance for some indie films.

My legs were spread and he wasted no time to stand fill the space in between. A shadow of doubt hovered above my head when I thought he was going to enter me bare when I saw him reach for a condom, then I realized that he was going to enter me and I didn't know if I was wet enough to make it painful.

I had always felt a slight discomfort the first time he penetrated me each night we hooked up.

My worry dissipated when his fingers went in search of my entrance and started smearing my juice all over. I was already wet but probably not enough for us to start.

Foreplay was important, at least that was what I learnt after watching numerous YouTube videos about others recounting their firsts. I felt better knowing that mine was actually much more pleasurable than some of theirs, so I guess Christian was experienced enough.

At the very least, he knew what he was doing.

"Oh yes, buck those hips," he hissed in my ear as he fucked me with his fingers, and his dick following behind, the tip hitting the apex of my inner thigh. The hilt of his palm slammed against my clit, rubbing them whenever he pushed his fingers in.

"Ooh…" I mewled when he curled them slightly, scratching my walls.

His lips went down straight to my tits, and his other hand was busy rolling one of them in between his thumb and index finger. It always drove me while when he used his teeth, and when he pinched them with his fingers.

He was certainly getting better at sucking on my breasts, and getting off on kneading them like they were the juiciest set he'd ever got his hands on.

"Your tits fit so perfectly in my hand, Ana," he admired. He was particular about them and my ass for some reason.

But, he found me sexy in general anyway.

"Let's see if you're ready for a third finger," he chortled to himself while slowly stretching me wider to fit an additional finger inside.

Three fingers had probably been a first for me but I didn't think that would compare to the size of his dick. Especially when it was pulsating and throbbing like before he knew he'd get sucked.

"Oh shit," I gasped at the way they forced my walls apart when he pushed them in slowly and gently.

"You like it?"

"Fuck yes!"

I arched my back to consume more of his fingers. There was a reason why I loved them more than any other men's fingers. His were slender but not boney. I especially liked the shape of his hands.

I just couldn't explain it, but I hope I wasn't developing a hand fetish from staring at his hands during the times when we were watching Netflix in between rounds of sex.

Among the heavy panting that came from my own mouth, and the heaving of both of our chests, I could hear the way my arousal sloshed against his hand as he moved his fingers in and out of me.

It was the sound that I couldn't hear when he was inside of me, and I missed that because we were never quiet when his dick was buried deep inside of my core. At the rate he was going at it, I had a feeling that he could get me off just from fingering me for the very first time.

"Faster," I was breathing heavily.

He trailed his kisses from my throat down my sternum, then to my navel, dipping his tongue into my belly button.

"Oh my… fuck!" I clenched his hands, and clamped down on him hard as I denoted around his fingers.

I had no idea my belly button would be a trigger.

When I reopened my eyes, I saw the fucker was grinning down at me smugly with his fingers in his mouth, sucking off of my cum.

Of course he was smug, he made me orgasm solely with his fingers this time.

"I'll remember this belly button forever."

And, I would remember that salacious grin he was sporting right now forever.

He took me then and there, taking me completely off guard as I was still recovering from the high. If I didn't know better, I'd think he planned the night in details, but I knew that he was going to take me against the door.

"We'll fuck against my door, this one's too public and everyone will hear your screams."

It didn't register until we were nestled on the couch in the living room. He went into his room to get his computer and asked me to not put anything on. I almost glared at him and wanted to yell at him for suggesting that I remain naked and sweaty from sex.

The fucking AC was on full blast because we got all hot and bothered, and now he wanted me to sit under the fucking cooler?

No, it would just be a repeat of my first time, and it would be feel like losing my virginity to him all over again. It took me three months to get over the awkwardness and got us to get comfortable without peeling each other's clothes off, and there was no way I would get a cold because I wasn't careful after intercourse.

I also wouldn't be open to period sex at the moment either.

It had only been three months, and I honestly felt like I still needed time to adjust, and I liked what we were doing right now.

He liked it too.

So, why change it?

Luckily for him, he came out with his cover, I knew he pulled it from his bed knowing it had became a habit of mine every time I come over.

I would've string him by his balls if he actually came out with nothing for me to put on.

"Want something MA rating?"

"How about let's just go all the way."

"You want to watch porn together?" He perked up, and stared at me as if I was the one full of surprises.

"No," I giggled though that wasn't a bad idea. I just didn't want to use porn to get us started. I thought we were enough to get each other aroused.

"Good, I don't want to watch someone faking it when we can have the real thing either."

Good to know he held the same opinion as me.

"I meant something like an erotic film."

"Ooh, I see. Well, let's see. I think the most we can get is a MA one, which is close enough."

"I guess. I mean, some of them are pushing the limits."

"I share this account with my brother, so let's not go too far," he chuckled, and I recalled the few times he told me about him and his brother teasing each other about the film history because they accidentally clicked into the other's login.

"I remember," I giggled. "I'm sure he liked my choices."

He lifted a brow at me amusingly and watched me with mirth as I flipped through the movies. It was now filled with suggestions based on the movies and shows that I had been watching on his computer.

I didn't have Netflix but I was using torrent to download movies ever since I discovered it, so it was technically illegal, but whatever. It as free.

He did mention that he'd let me borrow his account whenever I wanted when I told him that I didn't buy a Netflix subscription, but I never took him upon that offer.

"He had a few things to say, but nothing bad."

We watched the new movie I chose, and I felt like this must've been the first time I chose a movie and not a TV show.

"I would've asked you to sleepover if my roommate's gone already," he said when the screen lit up after the movie loaded.

I had never stayed over during the times we knew each other.

"And do the walk of shame tomorrow morning?"

"Everyone here knows you," he pointed out.

I went back to the movie, but my mind was still relishing on that comment. Was that a good thing?

"You sure have a knack of choosing films with people having sex within the first ten minutes," he jested when two people on screen went at it, this time not in a shower but in bed. Their faces weren't shown explicitly but everything suggested that they were definitely fucking. "You surely can't be that horny. If that's the case, then it means I'm doing a good job."

Without warning, he dove at me. I hadn't even had the chance to acknowledge where the compute went before I was pinned under the couch.

"I want to taste you," I peeked up at him, mustering my innocent look but I knew I was failing it because he had seen the sluttiest side of me.

"You said I taste like latex after we used a condom, and I didn't think you'd like it."

"No, but I really want you to cum in my mouth this time."

It wasn't the first time I offered to blow him or just simply pin him down and devour him, but it was certainly the first time I told him that I was ready to swallow his sperm.

"You sure?"

I nodded again, my eyes darting between his slowly erecting cock and his jaw-dropping facial expression.

"You're going to be the death of me, Ana."

I bit my lip and giggled, shuffling down and placed a cushion behind my neck getting into position as he hovered over me.

I felt every bit like a pornstar in adult films but one thing was different was that we weren't faking, and I knew we were both feeling the pleasure.

"I might not be able to control myself or warn you, Ana. Your comment totally threw me off."

"Then, don't."

"Fuck," he hissed when I enveloped his head with my lips.

He wasn't holding back this time, I could feel it as he pushed his member deeper down my throat when I opened my mouth wider.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good."

His hips bucked uncontrollably, and he didn't look apologetic at all when I gagged.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him with stronger force, then spitting him out to use my hands.

"You're getting better," he moaned out.

"Or perhaps you're getting more sensitive."

He groaned, unable to get a coherent string of sentence out when my lips went back around him. He was a goner the moment my hands and my mouth were on full force.

"Fuck me, Christian."

I took him back in right after I spat out the three words, and that was probably his undoing. I had no idea I was this good at oral, or maybe he just had a low standard.

"Ana… oh fuck… fuck!" He squirted down my throat, and when he pulled out, I could still taste some lingering at his tip.

I stuck my tongue out and licked him clean. A part of me had convinced myself that I had already tasted pre-cum multiple times, and they were just salty but nothing gross and disgusting like I thought it would be.

"Are you okay?" He panted out, staring at me as I stamped my lips together still relishing on the aftertaste.

I nodded my head, and flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and shoving my tongue down his throat. Forcing him to taste the remainder of his cum even though I was pretty sure I had done a decent job at clearing them from my mouth.

He tried to respond as much as he could but I was a force to reckon with, and was probably suffocating him since he was already out of breath.

"You truly are one of a kind, Ana."

I laid on top of him with my forearms still locked behind his neck, and our naked bodies flushed against one another. The movie played in the background but the sound it was making never penetrated into our eardrums.

We were just in our bubble.

He brushed my hair back and touched his lips to my forehead.

"I could stay like this forever," he sighed.

I giggled lightly, I had half a mind to go back to the movie that was playing, not wanting to miss it out like every time we were watching something on his computer, but staying like this was also an idea that I found irresistible to turn down.

"Ditto," I nuzzled my nose with his, finding him utterly adorable at this very moment as I examined his face up close.

"Can I tell you something?"

"You're a virgin?" I blurted out, bringing us back to the very first time we had sex, and the time when I lose my virginity to this guy.

He grinned crookedly, but that mirth somehow didn't reach his eyes, and I knew he was heading for something serious, and for some reason, I feared that he was going to pour his feelings out because I was not ready for it.

"I don't want to ruin the moment or your appetite but, I kind of wanted to tell you because I've never told anyone this before."

My stomach dropped. I'd never lose my interest in this guy when it came to sex but now I was starting to believe that he was going to propose or something. I almost blurted out to him that I wasn't ready for any relationships but thank god I didn't.

"I have a type."

He confessed, and I subtly breathed out a sigh of relief that he wasn't going to admit that he had caught a feeling or that he wanted us to do long-distance.

We had a silent understanding that this arrangement would end when school did.

"I prefer brunettes but mostly, I'm put off blondes."

I cocked my head. I thought most guys find those bright yellow heads attractive because they usually were. Look at Kate for instance, but I guess he wasn't most guys maybe.

My head was still tilted but he didn't seem like he was in a rush to continue. His palm came up to cup my cheek and I leaned into his touch, involuntarily, and it wasn't like I could stop myself from reacting this way. His thumb caressed my cheekbone as his eyes followed the movement.

"When I was 15, we had a neighbor who my parents sort of befriended. She was a lady with an up-scale lifestyle and lived a pretty comfortable and luxurious life. Her husband was some owner of a timber company."

My interest was peaked at this moment. I had an idea where this was going but I didn't dare assume, let alone believe that it would really happen.

"My brother and I went over to help out in the garden that summer because we had to start earning money, according to our parents. I went over more than he did because he kept using that as an excuse to sneak off to meet girls and hook up."

I laughed softly. That sounded like the brother he was telling me about. The frat boy that was graduating college as he finished his sophomore year. He was more of a player than this guy underneath me, and for some reason I thought it was accurate.

"This woman rarely showed up at the house, but oddly, she was at home more than ever since we began working there. I thought it sort of creeped me out with the way she was always standing at the window nursing her iced lemonade as she watched me and my brother work shirtless."

I perked up at the idea of him shirtless but he was absolutely naked at the moment, so there was nothing to complain about. He smirked at my subtle reaction that I didn't think he'd caught on.

"Then one day, when Elliot was busy getting laid, this lady approached me offering me a drink in the house. I followed her in and before I could ask about the drinks, she had me pinned against the door."

I gaped at him.

"She was kissing me and forced her tongue in my mouth," he lowered his voice as if he was ashamed to be taken advantage of.

I gasped at the development but it wasn't totally unexpected.

"I was frozen in place and it was the first time that my tongue touched another female's. I had kissed other girls before but that was just superficial. I never got French kissed by someone, and that was disgusting."

I knew he was referring to the kiss with the old cunt but for a moment I thought that statement was directed at me.

"It must've been traumatizing for you."

He nodded silently. "It kind of was, which is why she kind of ruined blondes for me."

"Did you tell your mom?"

"I never told anyone. I didn't think it was that big of a deal."

"She took advantage of you. Don't tell me you went back to her."

He lowered his gaze.

"You did?" I whispered in disbelieve, that wasn't the kind of behavior that I thought he would do, and I thought I knew this guy pretty well already even if it was all about sex between us.

"No, I didn't, but I pretended I was going to fool my parents."

"But where were you instead?"

He chortled softly, shaking his head. "I met up with my brother."

"You went drinking and pick up girls?"

"No, I went to get my fake."

I laughed at the turn of events. He was exactly like I thought he would be.

"You must've changed a few fakes in between."

"I did, how did your date with your fake go last time?"

I told him that I got a fake early on after that first weekend as an excuse to stall time, and to drag it until the next weekend to see him. He had been pestering me every day about sex until I became equally insatiable like him.

So, I proceeded to tell him about my most recent date with my fake and Trixie, and he asked me about what I ordered and what he liked from the bar that we went.

With that, the heavy subject was successfully forgotten.

End flashback

"True to his words, Kate. We did fuck on practically every surface of that suite and even on his roommate's bed, just to spite him, as Christian put it."

"You did? Eww…" Kate giggled but also told me that I was disgusting for having sex on another guy's bed.

"Okay, we did put a towel down, and it's not like he's ever brought girls home. Christian said, he's always hooking up at the frat house or somewhere but never bringing them back."

"Still, ew!"

I laughed with her, she was conflicted and I completely understand because I was the same at the time, but Christian managed to convince me.

"It was quite a night."

"Did you stay the night?"

"No, his roommate came back and I don't feel comfortable with him in the room. If it was just Christian, then yes, I would've stayed."

"Now that you're done with him, Ana. I can tell you my ultimate verdict."

"Which is?"

"He definitely caught a feeling."

Well, guess what? I think I did, too.

I could drag this story out and make it long, but I have a feeling that some of you will be put off by Ana's character, as you already don't seem to be a fan of her at the moment.

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