I would have to admit that I did not have any plans of kissing Mia. As I’ve said earlier, I care too much about our friendship that I am able and willing to rein my attraction and carnal desires just to keep her by my side forever.

But her oh-so sexy legs and her enticing scent were just too much for me to endure... to fight...

Had Mia asked me to leave, I would have left. Reluctantly, of course. But she asked me to stay… and that was the last straw. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. And that was all that mattered.

And now, I am kissing her like I’ve never kissed anyone before. And seeing… feeling her intense response to my advances gets me all the more excited.

I am one hundred percent sure that the ten empty beer cans on the coffee table had nothing to do with what was happening. I have been on countless drinking sprees with Mia. I know her alcohol limit. I know she’s not drunk. The alcohol in our system just made us braver. It set the mood. We both know what was happening. We are fully aware of the possible consequences of our actions.

A tiny voice inside of my head, though, was telling me that I am taking advantage of Mia’s vulnerability. Unfortunately, the devious, evil voice was louder. It was telling me that Mia and I are two consenting adults. And with everything that I am feeling, I am inclined to listen to the latter.

I slid my tongue inside her mouth. With my thumb on her jaw and my fingers on her nape, I had full control of the depth of every thrust. I was exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth. Coaxing her to kiss me back. Her sweet breath was so intoxicating. The sensual brushing of the tip of her tongue on my lower lip left me wanting for more.

I pulled the hem of her shirt, she took charge of slipping it off her head. In just one flick of my fingers, I was able to unhook her brassiere.

I reached for her breasts, she responded by biting my lower lip. She clung onto my neck… the soft pads of her fingers drawing imaginary circles on my nape. I started kneading, she started moaning. At that very moment, all I could think about was flicking the tip of my tongue on her taut nipples until she tangled her fingers on my hair... Until she went wild with desire.

With that in mind, I took the trail from her lips down to her neck. Gently nipping and sucking my way down to her breasts.

“God, Jake,” she moaned when I started sucking one nipple. As I alternately sucked and teased one peak, I gently squeezed the other.

Why did I wait this long? How could I have waited this long! Why did I ever consider denying myself of Mia’s softness!

I realized that I was still wearing my shirt. I reluctantly let go of her, took my shirt off and threw it to only God knows where.

As she ran her fingers on my chest, I reached for the buttons of her denim shorts. She lifted her sexy ass making it possible for me to pull her shorts off her hips completely.

I did not waste any single second the moment I got her denim shorts off her. I cupped the mound in between her thighs. It was hot to the touch. I could feel her juices seeping through her panties. Just thinking that I am responsible for that reaction made my cock throb. “You’re dripping wet,” I whispered.

“I am?” she whispered back.

“Yes, babe,” I whispered as I slid my hands into her panties.

She gasped.

With one finger, I traced the groove in the center of her mound, teasing the folds like I had all the time in the world, like I was in no hurry to devour her completely, basking in her softness… in her wetness. I am enjoying every second of it. I could tell Mia was enjoying it, too. The heavenly sounds she was making were music to my ears.

And then, without any warning, I zeroed in on her clit.

“God, Jake…” she moaned at the very exact moment that I pressed that bundle of oversensitive nerves underneath her folds.Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes tightly shut.

It took every ounce of my willpower not to take her right there and then. I know I could not make love to her on the floor. Not even on the couch. Not on her first time. She needs to be comfortable when I finally took her for the very first time.

Being her closest friend, I am privy to a lot of things. I knew Mia’s secrets. Even the most intimate ones. She is a virgin. Some boyfriends were lucky enough to reach third base… meaning heavy make-out sessions… but no one ever got the chance to do a home run. No one had ever made love to her completely.

I almost winced at the thought. Mia had kept her virtue intact after all these years. And, here I am, someone who is not even her boyfriend had the audacity to take it away from her. “Mia,” I whispered.

She opened her eyes. Her eyes were clouded with passion.

“Are you sure about this?” I whispered. As I was saying that, my fingers did not stop seducing her. I am caressing her velvety soft folds. If that was considered cheating, then so be it. I can never force her into doing something that she did not really want. But I can do my best to convince her, right?

She licked her lips. “And you’re not?”

I swallowed hard, sliding one digit into her core making her eyes grew wide. “I am… I want you,” I said. “It’s just that…” I slid another digit. Never wanting to give her the chance to change her mind.

“God, Jake…” she whimpered. She started bucking her hips against my fingers. “Fuck me now.”

I almost smiled at her provocative words. That was all the confirmation that I needed. “Hold on to me,” I said. I hooked my arms underneath her knees, supported her back, stood up with her in my arms and made my way to her bedroom.

***to be continued***