Anastasia

I can't believe one of us is getting married. Kate, Mia, and I have considered our trio the Golden Trio since we read Harry Potter in junior high. We met the first day of 6th grade when Mrs. Meyer put the three of us next to each other. She realized real quickly that it had been a mistake and the rest of the year she stuck us in different parts of the classroom. That never stopped Mia from yelling across the room for us or Kate to write us notes and then paper airplane them across the room. I was more of the quiet one, but I enjoyed every second of their antics and often quietly instigated many of them.

In high school, Mia started following around Kate's twin brother Ethan, but he pretty much ignored her until we graduated. I remember the second she stepped into their graduation party in a tight, short dress and a new bobb haircut, Ethan almost choked on his tongue. Somehow she went from a silly teenage girl with a crush to a full grown woman within a day. It was his turn to follow her around and man, did she make him work for it. She played hard to get and both Kate and I enjoyed watching him trip over himself all summer trying to get her attention. Two weeks before college started, she finally agreed to go on a date and they had been inseparable since.

Now, we just graduated from our four-year university and Ethan got down on one knee to ask Mia to he his forever. Of course she said yes and now Kate and I are finding ourselves neck deep in wedding preparations and dealing with a bridezilla. The wedding is in October and it's barely June. This is going to be a long five months.

Sometimes I miss what the three of us had pre-boyfriends, but everyone has to grow up sometime and we'll always have a lifelong bond that no one can break. I do feel a little left out now that Mia is going to become a Kavanagh. The other two will be connected for life in a way that I'll never have. Anastasia Steele, the only child, will forever be lonely.

Okay, okay... maybe I'm a little jealous that Kate and Mia are bonding over something I can't. Maybe I'd feel better if I had a significant other to fuss over or a career to take up my time. I really need to start looking for both. I've had boyfriends here and there throughout high school and college, but everytime I got spooked by the prospect of doing the deed with them, they either left me or fucked other women. I don't really know why I have yet pulled the trigger on my V card. I'm twenty two, twenty three in September, and it's still intact... well mostly. Do hands and mouths count?

I need to stop thinking about that. I am on my way to Mia's brother's penthouse for dance lessons with the rest of the wedding party and I know that both of Mia's older brothers will be there. I've always had such a devastating crush on both of them and I worry they'll be able to read the word 'virgin' across my forehead if I think too hard about it.

Yes. I said I had a crush... on both of them. Please don't come for me!

Growing up they seemed so much older and cooler than the boys we hung around. They were both so handsome and tall. And they were so deliciously different... it was like they were two halves that created a whole when they were together. Elliot was so laid back and always teased us relentlessly when he was around. Christian, on the other hand, was so quiet and serious. It made him so mysterious and sexy to me.

Now that I'm an adult and they're really grown up, my heart still flutters at the sight of them. I don't see them as often of course, but now that we're all stuck dealing with Mia and the wedding, that is changing. My heart still goes pitter-patter when Elliot teases me and I still get butterflies when I catch Christian staring. I have got to find a boyfriend. These two men have control of my nervous system and it has to stop.

As I pull up to Escala and follow the signs to the penthouse garage, I input the code that Mia texted to me and pull into Christian's private level. My nerves get the best of me when I see all the expensive cars lined up and park my Mercedes on the opposite side so I can't ding any of them. My father is a lawyer (Kate's father's partner) and we've never went without nice things, but we've never owned any cars like that. I can imagine how expensive it would be to fix even a ding on a car that costs more than a hundred grand.

As I climb out of the car and grab my handbag, a large GMC truck comes squealing around the corner and into a parking place next to the expensive cars, making me wince when I see how close they get. When the door opens, I see a long, thick tattoo'd arm pushing the door open. Elliot. I almost stumble over my feet.

Clearing my throat, I force my eyes toward the elevator and try to ignore the enormous man getting out of the car.

"Hey, sugar." Elliot's heavy arm gets thrown over my shoulders. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to run from me." My legs are shaking under my dress, my whole body mush at the contact. He smells so masculine and woody and his tattoos that are peeking around the neck of his t-shirt make it hard for me to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

"Oh. I just..." I look up at the 6'5 monstrosity and when his hazel eyes meet mine, my breath leaves me. I'm 5'5, not short for a female, but he makes me feel that way.

"You just...?" He hits the elevator call button.

"What?" I'm confused.

"You were saying something." A slow, lazy grin forms on his face and I short circuit.

"I... I don't remember."

Chuckling, he pulls me into the elevator. "So you were trying to run from me."

"Oh." I shake my head. "No, I just want to get this over with. I'm not the most coordinated."

"I know." He gives me a cheeky wink. "I remember having to save you at the lakehouse when you broke your ankle just walking on the rocks that summer."

"Oh, my god." My face grows hot and I cover it with my hands. "Don't remind me." The sexy man beside me had go carry me all the way back to the house shirtless. That was too long being so close to his skin. It did things to a fifteen year old me that it shouldn't have. I locked myself in the bathroom for an hour that night... and it wasn't because I was embarrassed.

He squeezes me against him as the doors open. "Don't worry, sugar. I'll make sure you don't break anything this time."

"I don't think you can promise me that." I answer him, stepping out into the foyer.

He barks out a laugh that gets everyone's attention as we make our way into the great room. "Well, I promise to carry you to the hospital then."

"Ha. Ha." I roll my eyes.

"Hey, man!"

My eyes meet Christian's hard gray eyes as Elliot greets him.

"Elliot." He smacks his hand in greeting, but his eyes remain on me. Those damn butterflies. They are swirling around so much, I can feel them in my chest. They're going to fly off with my heart. I just know it.

"Anastasia."

I blink like an idiot when his smooth baritone voice greets me. Say it again.

"Hello, Christian. Thank you for having me."

His eyebrow cocks. "I didn't really have a choice."

I giggle and I notice his face soften. "Mia has you wrapped around her finger, huh? I'd imagine having a bunch of people trampling through your home isn't what you'd call enjoyable." Christian has always been super private and I'm sure he's never had so many people in his home.

The edges if his lips tip up, but barely. It's the closest thing to a smile I can get from him. "You'd be correct, sugar."

"Stop hogging her, asshole." Elliot appears again with two champagne flutes and hands one to me.

"Do you think this is wise?" I take the champagne from him. "Liquor and dancing shouldn't mix when it comes to me."

Elliot gives me a Cheshire grin that makes my heart skip a beat. "Maybe I'm just trying to get a chance to catch you, sugar."

My eyebrows knit together. "Why do you two call me that?"

"Sugar?"

I nod. "You've called me that since I can remember."

He wets his lips with his tongue and smirks. "Because you're sweet as sugar. Kate and Mia were little hellions. They'd run amuck and you'd just watch as they burned down the city."

I bite my lip, giggling. "I was the brains behind the chaos."

"Instigator!" Elliot points at me in mock surprise. "I should have known! It's always the pretty, quiet ones."

My smile drops. Pretty? Did he just say I was pretty?

"Ana! There you are!" Mia comes hurrying in and grabs my hand, yanking me away from Mr. Dominant and Mr. Confident. "Thank God you're here! Kate wants me to have flamingos at the wedding! Please talk her down!"

"Flamingos? It's an October wedding! Plus it's a wedding!" Surely Kate is pulling Mia's leg. I have a feeling she's doing this to get out of wedding planning with Mia.

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The dance lesson did not go smoothly... at least for me. My partner either. Poor José, Ethan's best friend, got stuck with a woman who dances like a damn baby giraffe learning to walk. As soon as Mia called it a wrap, he was gone. Probably to ice his toes.

I keep to myself while the others converse and make their way out, trying my hardest to at least get the box steps right before leaving. The twists and turns are way over my head for now, but damn. I'm going to look a damn goat dancing around on the dance floor if I don't get these few steps down.

"Left first, Anastasia. Then right."

I look up and find Christian coming toward me with his hands in his trouser pockets. He looks so good in his white button down with the sleeves rolled up and black trousers. "No wonder I was stepping on José." My eyes roam over his body and when I find his face again, he gives me a smile.

It's more of a smile than I've seen in years. I don't know if it's because he caught me staring or if it's because of my horrible dance moves, but he looks so damn good with it.

Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he takes my hand and my waist.

"Oh, Christian, no. I don't want to batter your toes like I did José."

He rolls his eyes. "He's pathetic. I think I can handle you."

"Oh?" Handle me?

He gives me a rightsided smirk, causing his dimple to wink at me. I actually choke on my spit. "Wha-" I cough, "I didn't know you had dimples."

Giving me a full-fledged smile, showing off both of them, he places my hand on his shoulder. "Not many people do."

I wet my lips, my mouth feeling suddenly dry which is ridiculous considering I just choked on my spit just seconds ago. "They're gorgeous. You should wear them more often."

He begins to move us, his smile not wavering. "Gorgeous, huh?"

I squeeze my eyes shut and wince. "You're going to use that against me, aren't you?"

He laughs lightly and it causes a shiver to shoot down my spine and to my center, making me instantly wet. Breathe, Ana! Stop panting!

"Just let me relish in that word for a moment."

Blushing, I look down at our feet when I step on his toes.

"No, eyes on me, Anastasia." He releases my hand to tilt my chin up. "Feel it, sugar. Let me lead." His gray eyes are so deep. They're like gray fireworks bursting in his eyes. So many different shades swirling into one. There's a whole galaxy behind his eyes. I wish I knew it better.

"Good girl."

"Huh?" Smooth. I realize he's moved us across the room without me stepping on him.

"You're getting this. See? You just need a good lead."

I smile up at him. "You're good at everything. No wonder you rule Seattle."

He shakes his head at me, but looks entertained. "Not everything."

Cocking my head to the side, I narrow my eyes. "Name one thing."

I don't know if he's pretending to think or if he really needs to think that hard to come up with something. Either way, it makes me shake my head at the beautiful man.

"Cooking."

"Cooking?"

"Are you surprised?"

I try to hide my smirk, but fail. "Yes?" When he narrows his eyes, I change my tune. "Okay, no." I giggle. "I like that I'm good at something you're not though."

"You can cook?"

"Don't sound so surprised there, Grey. Uncoordinated people can do many things."

"Many things, huh?" He pulls me closer, my body flush against his and I am practically panting. His eyes are dark and dangerous, full of heat. I've never seen that look on him before.

"Christian..." My breath is caught in my throat and it comes out in a whisper.

"Look at the uncoordinated girl dancing like she's done it her whole life." His forehead presses against mine and I can feel him twirling and moving us, but my brain can't keep up. I can't seem to form a coherent thought with his warm front pressed against me and his sweet expensive cologne invading me.

His gaze runs over my face as he slows our steps. "Tell me you're alone."

I open my mouth, but the words are stuck. I want to know what he means. Did I come alone? Am I lonely? Am I single? Fuck yes, to all. I realize there is no question to ask. Closing my mouth, I nod.

A slow grin forms on his face and when his nose nuzzles mine, my eyes flutter close. When his warm lips touch mine, I practically melt into him, letting him hold me tightly to him while he explores my mouth. His tongue tastes like bourbon and cream and I hum against his mouth.

"Stay." He whispers against my lips.

Holy shitballs. I just yank his head back to mine so I can taste him again. He lifts me by my backside and I wrap my legs around him so he can carry me while I devour his mouth. If this is my one time shot with him, I'm taking all I can.

Before I know it, my dress is yanked off of me and my heels are across his room. Standing in front of him, I reach up on my tiptoes to kiss his mouth again while I unbutton his shirt.

"Shit." I pull away from his mouth and stand back on my heels. "There's something I have to tell you."

"Is it something that'll make me stop?" He has his hands on his belt but stills, waiting for my answer.

"I hope not."

With a nod, he yanks his belt open.

"Christian... I'm... I'm a virgin."

His belt falls out of his hand and drops to the floor.

"You're- what? Is this a joke? How? How is that possible?" His shocked face makes me wince. It might be a deal breaker to him.

"I..." I shrug. "I just never felt the want before. I've never had the feeling." Hell, I am not making any fucking sense.

"But... now? With me?"

I knot my fingers and my flushed face looks down at the floor. "I do."

I hear a grunt and I'm being picked up and laid on the bed in my lacy pink bra and pink cotton panties. His mouth finds mine as his body covers me.

"You sure?" He presses a couple of soft kisses to my lips.

Panting, I nod against the pillows. "Please. Help me get rid of it. I want you to have it." I want my first time to be with a real man. Not some college aged kid who thinks he's God's gift to women but doesn't know what a cervix is.

He nuzzles into my neck and groans. "Fuck, Anastasia. I don't have a condom."

"I'm on birth control."

He pulls out of my neck and searches my face. "I'm clean."

"I believe you."

Giving me a soft smile, he kisses me softly on the lips before kissing my chin, then my neck, then my chest above my bra. His index finger dips into the cup and yanks down, freeing my breast.

"Fuck, you're beautiful." His hot mouth finds my nipple and I moan out. "I need this off." Pushing up, he reaches behind me and I rise up enough for him to pop my bra open. I try not to dwell on how easily he got it open and just enjoy the feel of his mouth on my breasts.

"I love marking this soft skin, Anastasia. So fucking soft and sweet. You mewl for me like a kitten."

Kitten? My head shoots down to look at him and find my chest and abdomen have hickeys on them. "You don't own me, you can't mark me, Christian!"

He chuckles while he nuzzles into my abdomen. "We'll see how true that is when I get done with you tonight."

My center clenches at his words and now I'm more angry at myself than I am at him. The pool party is this next weekend and I know I'm going to be buying a new one piece to hide the evidence of Christian. "You owe me a swimsuit for this weekend."

He dips his tongue into my bellybutton, making me squeak. It tickles.

"I'd much rather you show off my mark, but if you insist." He hooks his thumbs into my cotton panties and pulls them down my thighs. "A small price to pay for the gift you're giving me tonight. I don't deserve it, but fuck if I won't enjoy it." His eyes lock onto the space between my legs and I secretly thank God that Kate insisted the three of us get waxed from the neck down for all the wedding shit. "Bare. Such a surprise, Anastasia. A pleasant one, that is." He bends and I feel his warm breath against my most intimate area. "I bet my kitten is sweet."

A low moan comes from me as my back bows. His tongue finds my clit and pleasure shoots through my whole body. I can't believe this is really happening. One of the sexiest men on the planet is eating me out like I'm a Michelin meal while I moan and tremble below him.

"So good, Christian, so good." I breathe out, my fingers finding the hair on the back of his head. "So close. Fuck. Please don't stop."

He groans against my center and he pushes a finger into my opening, but stops. "Jesus, baby. You're so tight. Are you still intact? Haven't you ever ridden a bike? Don't you use tampons?" Using his fingers, he opens me a little to get a better look.

I shake my head regarding the tampons. "My mother was too worried of septic shock."

He shakes his head. "I've never... Jesus Christ."

"Have you changed your mind?" I will die of embarrassment if this scares him away.

"No. Fuck. I just... just let me make you feel good. Let me get my head on straight."

His mouth finds my clit again and my worries are washed away, replaced with the need for the man working me. This time, he concentrates on my clit while his fingers sprawl out over my stomach.

When I get close, my fingers find his hair again. "If you stop this time, I'll kill you." I pull on his hair a little and he laughs against me, but doesn't stop. I chant his name as my orgasm builds and I cry out as I fall over the edge, yanking his hair.

"Oh, thank fuck." My body relaxes against the soft bedding.

With a cocky smirk, Christian pushes his way up my body and presses a kiss to my lips. "I should really take it slow and prime you with my fingers, but I really want my cock to be the first thing."

I bite my lip and grind against the hard-on he has in his boxerbriefs. "I want you."

"It'll hurt." He warns. "And I'm not exactly small."

"I know it will... and I can tell." I give him a grin and grind against him again.

He kisses me. "We'll go slow, sugar. I'll use lubricant." Reaching into the drawer beside us, he pushes himself up and pulls his boxerbriefs down.

"Holy fuck."

He laughs. "I told you." He looks down and pours some lubricant in his hand before running it up and down the angry purple length. "Change your mind?"

I shake my head. "No. I'm invested."

Looking up at me, he gives me a boyish grin. "Me, too. I don't think I've ever wanted something so much in my life."

I smile back at him, really liking that... even though I know that he's probably lying just to get what he wants. I'll allow the sweet words to seep in for tonight.

Settling between my legs, he takes them and pushes them towards my chest. "Relax your hips wide and pull your legs up for me."

I pull my legs up and snort out an embarrassed laugh. "I feel like I'm about to give birth."

He cocks an eyebrow at me. "Can't do that until you get this." He holds his dick in his hand runs it up and down my slit. I moan at the warmth of it as he rubs it against my clit. "Ready, kitten?"

"Yes." As ready as I can be.

I feel the pressure of his head against me and bite my lip. His hips move back and forth, but I don't feel like he's going any further.

"I'm going to have to thrust, Anastasia. I'm sorry."

I can't help my giggle. "Isn't that what's supposed to happen?"

His eyes narrow at me. "I was trying to ease in. That isn't working." He thrusts and his girth pushes past my opening, making it sting a little. He flexes back and forth a few times, running his tip back and forth before thrusting further. This time I whimper, the sting deeper and stronger.

He slides out a little and back in. "Halfway, sugar. Fuck, I'm sorry. You've bled."

My eyes widen. I bled on him. My hands find their way to my red face. "I am so sorry."

"No. No, Anastasia. Look at me." He pulls my hands away and he's hovering above me. "There is nothing for you to be sorry for. I am hurting you. I'm the one apologizing here. I need to know if you're okay or if you want to stop."

"I don't want to stop." I sound whiny. Needy. But we've already started. I want him to finish. He's been so patient and understanding tonight and I want to make him feel good.

"Okay." Leaning down, he kisses me and thrusts a little more, bringing tears to my eyes. "Just a little more." A couple more thrusts and I feel his warm sac against my backside. My body actually relaxes with the realization.

He presses a kiss to each of my eyelids, stopping my tears. "You feel so fucking good, Anastasia. Take your time. Let me know when I can move."

The sting is still there but less intense. I give him an encouraging nod. "I want you to move."

Slowly he moves back and forth, thrusting a little every once in awhile and the sting quickly gets replaced with pleasure. My legs finally relax a little and I start to moan.

"That's what I want to hear." He smiles down at me and rests his forehead against mine.

"More." I need more. I don't know what... but just more. It's intense and I need something.

"Faster? Harder?" He asks, picking up his pace.

I nod. "All of it."

He gives me a dimple smile and delivers.

"Fuck, you feel too damn good." He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm not going to last."

I run my hands up and down his back, enjoying the feel of his hard muscle against his soft skin. I hum. "Come, Christian. I want it."

With a shiver and a grunt of my name he comes and I can feel him twitching inside of me. "Jesus Christ. So fucking good, Anastasia."

He collapses on top of me and I run my hand up and down his sweaty spine. "Now that you've come inside of me, do you think you could call me Ana?"

He laughs into my neck where his face is buried. "I'll stick with sugar then."

I giggle. I don't know why he hates Ana so much.

Rolling onto his back, he pulls me with him and I settle with my head against his shoulder. "You need your rest and then when we wake up and you can make us some breakfast... you know, since you're so good at cooking and all."

I roll my eyes. "Yea, okay." Considering it's probably not even 10pm yet, I don't feel like sleeping, but when I yawn, I realize just how drowsy I actually am. "Night."

"Good night, kitten." His hand finds its way to my backside before I drift off.

I don't know how often I'll get to update, but this story has been eating at me brain. I figured since I was writing about one taboo subject I might as well write another.