Darien took another drink of his Sake and then set the bottle down hard. Andrew eyed him nervously, "I think you've had enough to drink, and since when do you overindulge?"

Darien looked at him with bleary eyes, "She's here. At this hotel. You noticed that, right?"

Andrew didn't even have to ask, while no, he didn't know that, there was only one she where his best friend was concerned. "What's Serena doing here?"

"Girls' weekend." He then frowned at his now empty bottle. "I need another."

"No, you really don't. It would help if you had a bottle of water and some aspirin," he said, handing his friend both.

After Darien took a long drink of water and took the pills, he added, "I love her."

"Not this again!" he replied in frustration.

"You think you'd have sympathy for your heartbroken friend."

"I would if you didn't moon over and have surprisingly dirty fantasies you told me about while drunk tonight, but never ask her out. How is she supposed to know you like her, let alone want to… how did you put it? Oh yeah, with the girl I see as a sister, you drunkenly told me that you want to feel her tight pussy around your cock!"

Darien smiled, he had been very drunk for a while that night and had forgotten that Andrew didn't know she was around. He supposed he'd overshared his desires for her, but the alcohol kept his tongue loose. And his friend's comment brought some enjoyable thoughts into his head. "You have to admit; her boobs are enormous. They would be so much fun to play with and squeeze. Just thinking about seeing her pert nipples gets me hard."

Andrew groaned. He didn't want to be hanging out with his best friend while he had a hard-on. He almost decided to dump the bottle of water over Darien's head. Instead, he said, "Did you forget I said she was like a sister to me?"

He shrugged in reply. "I don't see her as a sister, so what's the problem?"

"I don't want to hear about your deviant fantasies about her."

Darien scoffed, "Those aren't the deviant ones. I didn't tell you about wanting to blindfold her and tie her to my bed naked." Andrew just groaned.

Mina looked wide-eyed at Serena and whispered, "Wow, I didn't think the boy had it in him." Meanwhile, her friend had blushed scarlet all the way to her ears. She then added, "If you're uncomfortable, we could go back to the room."

Serena shook her head animatedly. "It's not my room I want to go to right now. I'm not uncomfortable; I'm turned on. Too bad he's drunk off his ass."

"You can't think he doesn't mean it! Come on!"

"I think he means it, but if he weren't drunk, I'd sneak into his bed tonight."

"That's not like you; you're a virgin."

"Yeah, I am because it's him I've wanted for years." She smirked and said, "Care to extend our stay? Once he sobers up, I'll make my move."

"When did you get so bold?"

"I learned it from you."

"Are you drinking tonight?"

"Hell no! My hangover has finally dissipated; tonight, I'm drinking water." A very contrite Darien said.

Andrew laughed. "Good; I was hoping we weren't going back to the alcohol since Serena is still here."

"She is?" He asked in shock. Yesterday he thought he heard she was leaving with Mina this morning.

Darien did stick to water that night and tried to keep his mind off of his Muse. She seemed to inspire him in everything, from trying hard in school to dirty fantasies. But still, most of all, he loved her and waited for the day she seemed to notice him.

Andrew was glad for the return of his friend. The one who didn't drink too much and ended up hungover most of the day. It was also nice for the conversation to stay clean and not involve sexual fantasies.

Later that night, Darien walked into his room, and it was pretty dark; the light of the full moon streamed in from the window, which was all that guided him as he entered. He hadn't thought to leave a light on.

When he drew further into his room, he noticed a vision in his bed. She was gorgeous, and he wanted her. If it weren't for the scent of strawberries in the air, he would have thought he was hallucinating. "Serena?"

"Please, tell me you're sober," was her response.

"I thought I was, but now I'm seeing you in my bed." She was covered up to her neck, but her long hair streamers were spread over the sheets.

She began slowly peeling back the covers, and each inch of skin she exposed excited him more and more. Every blessed inch was bare. It started at her shoulders and moved on to her breasts. When they were uncovered entirely and naked for him, he whimpered low in his throat, and his mouth watered. His pants grew incredibly uncomfortable, too, with how hard he had grown looking at her. To his increased excitement she didn't stop there. She kept peeling back the covers, exposing her flat stomach, the soft blond curls that concealed her pussy, and on down to her legs. "Aren't you going to come over here?"

There was no argument in him, at all. He pulled off his shirt and asked, "This one time, I will ask if you're sure."

"I am if you are."

He chuckled, "Trust me. I want this so badly."

He pulled off his pants and boxers and climbed onto the bed, locking eyes on her breasts. "I want to play with your boobs."

He licked her breast and flicked her nipple with his tongue. He then nibbled and kissed up her body, along her neck, to her ear, and whispered, "What brought you to my bed?"

She ran her fingers through his hair and arched her back. "You did. I heard you talking to Andrew last night, and I waited until you weren't drunk anymore."

He closed his eyes and groaned. "That's... So embarrassing. I said some filthy things last night."

She smiled up at him and scratched his scalp, "I know. It was exciting."

He looked down at her in shock. "Really?!"

"You walked in, and I was lying naked in your bed. Tell me. Doesn't that sound like a fantasy? I'm into this right now. Are you?"

He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and nibbled at her neck. "Far be it for me to not deliver on something you want." He then fisted her breast in his hand and moaned into her skin. "You want to be my fantasy, and I…."

He kissed down over her collarbone and down her breast to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He looked up at her and whispered. "I'm a virgin, but I know exactly what I want to do to this body of yours. I've had so many fantasies." He then moved his hand down and slid his finger between the wet folds of her pussy over and over. "You have no idea how much I wanted you like this."

"In your bed?"

"Wet with your legs spread for me." He then plunged two fingers deep into her and moaned. The foreign feeling for her was outdone by the incredible feeling of what he was doing to her. He was fingering her, mimicking making love to her as he nibbled on her breasts and sucked her tit while his other hand was grasping her breast. "You smell delicious."

"Don't stop." she moaned. "I want more."

He flicked her clit with his thumb and fingered her faster, plunging deep into her and spreading his fingers on the way out. He loved the sound they made inside of her.

"Please, please sick your cock in me! I need you inside of me, or I might die."

"Did you bring a condom?"

"Birth control. Take me!"

He growled out, shifted over her, getting her flat on her back, and thrust deep into her feeling her maidenhead tear and pausing to let her adjust. Once she gave a slight nod, he was moving. His cock pistoning in and out of her. She was screaming in pleasure with her head thrown back and her nails digging into his shoulders.

He growled out as he had her. He loved the feeling of her responding freely and wildly to him. She made him feel like she desperately wanted him too, and that meant everything to him.