What If

I would never like the fact that she gave her virginity to that guy. Kai was alright in my book, but he didn’t deserve Briar. I also didn’t like that she gave it to him when she was going through that weird phase when she wasn’t herself. She didn’t love Kai. But, the knowledge that he was the last and only guy… it was alleviating.

“Just Kai?” I asked anyway.

She laughed a little, “Yeah, and even then we only slept together a couple of times before we broke up.” Her response lead me to another question I wanted to ask, but I didn’t get the chance before she interrupted.

“Your turn! Truth or dare?” She pinched my thigh.

“Ow,” I swatted at her hand and then pinched her sides. She sniggered. “Uhm, truth I guess.”

“Same question. How many girls have you slept with?” she asked. She waited, watching me as I added the girls up in my head. There wasn’t a whole lot, but it was more than one.

I closed my eyes as I answered, “Five.”

When I opened my eyes, I saw her wide ones staring back at me. “Five? Who?!” she questioned, her face getting redder and her voice becoming shrill.

I narrowed my eyes slightly but answered anyway. “Lacey, Darcy, and you don’t know the others.”

“What are their names?” she bit out.

“Gwen, Paisley, and Samantha.”

“And now you’re back to Lacey again. Plan on doing a full circle?” she folded her arms underneath her tits, making it impossible to not notice the size of them.

“What’s with the attitude? You asked the question; I answered it.”

“If I told you I slept with five people what would you say? The other day when Killian was with me you made it sound like that if I slept with him I’d be the biggest slut on the planet!”

“I did not say that,” I argued.

“You didn’t have to actually say it, Arrow. I could tell what you were thinking by the way you were asking questions. It wasn’t hard to tell what you really meant.”

I gripped her shoulders. “I would never call you a slut, Briar. I wouldn’t think that either.”

She didn’t believe me. I could read it in her slumped shoulders and frustrated eyes.

“You really think I’d think that about you?” I asked.

She shrugged her slumped shoulders.

“I wouldn’t. You’re my best friend. You might piss me off and do stupid shit sometimes, but when it comes down to it, you’re a good one, Briar.” I rubbed her chin with my thumb and forefingers. “You get it?”

“Yeah, I hear you,” she answered.

“Are we good, or do I need to convince you more?” I teased.

She laughed and shook her head. “No, I get it. Let’s play some more.”

“Truth or dare?” I asked her.

“Dare?” she said it in a question.

“Oh…” I rubbed my hands together. “I better make this a good one.”

“Be nice!” she demanded.

I shook my head. “Nuh uh, you said there were no rules.”

“Oh no…” she mumbled underneath her breath. I chuckled, and she glared at me.

Smirking at her, I had an idea. “Run from one end of the fifth level hallway to the other end…” I started.

“Oh okay, I can…” she interrupted and stood up.

I reached for her hand. “I wasn’t done yet, Briar.” She quirked an eyebrow at me. “In your underwear.”

“No way!” she exclaimed.

“You have to or you have to take another dare. I promise I’ll make it worse,” I barely got the words out because of my laughter.

“You’re really going to make me do this?” she asked.

Oh yes. Yes I was. This was the only way I’d ever see the girl I’m crazy about down to her underwear. I nodded slowly up and down.

“Fine!” She unbuttoned her jeans and then looked over her shoulder. “Turn around!” she demanded.

“Why? I’m going to watch you run down the hallway anyway.” I lost it, grabbing at my stomach and coughing my laughter out.

“Oh fine!” But then the air in the room grew thick and silent when she shimmied those tight jeans down her thighs, past her knees, and then stepped out of them. She wore some cotton black panties that rode up her ass like they’re meant to, the entire bottom half of her ass sticking out. I licked my lips, wetting and re-wetting them when she reached the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She wore a matching black bra. Her breasts spilled over the tops of the cups.

My dick strained against my pants; my imagination went wild. I envisioned pulling down the cups of her bra and sucking her nipple into my mouth while my fingers made their way into her wet panties and into her body.

She snapped her fingers at me. “Eyes up here, buddy!” she said and then walked to the door. I followed her because what else was I supposed to do?

She took a deep breath and then opened the door and took off. She was down the hallway in seconds. Her hands were cupping her breasts, making sure they didn’t escape her bra. It was a shame she thought to cover herself because I would’ve liked to see that. She started giggling hysterically when she ran down to the opposite side of the hallway. When she was making her way back to our room, the door across from us opened, and a middle aged man stepped out. His eyes widened and a shit-eating grin took over.

“Oh. My. God,” Briar said, freaking out. I didn’t like the way the man was looking at her. I grabbed her around the waist and pushed her behind me, blocking her body from the old ass pervert who was looking at her like she was his own personal porn star. I backed up until we were both back in the room and then slammed the door after letting out a stream of cuss words at the gawker.

I turned around thinking I was going to find an incredibly pissed off Briar staring daggers into my back. But, when I turned around, Briar was hunched over, grabbing her legs, and doing her silent laugh she always did when she was laughing so hard her voice box couldn’t keep up.

It made me chuckle, but I was still pretty focused on the nearly naked Briar in front of me. I walked closer to her and patted her back.

She sucked in a loud breath, which allowed a boisterous cackle to break free. The sound was so ridiculous that I joined in with her. I calmed down before she did. I picked her up by the legs and tossed her over my shoulder. Her ass was within inches of my face. I didn’t bother stopping myself. I reached up and slapped the bare skin on her ass.

“Hey!” she yelled and guffawed.

I threw her onto the bed. She landed, with a gasp, onto her back. I surprised her by jumping on the bed after her and catching myself on my elbows and knees over top of her. Her giggles swiftly disappeared. If I stopped holding myself up, I could’ve pressed my body against her, in all the right areas. I seriously considered it. She was looking up at me like she wanted me to, but I wasn’t positive… I wasn’t completely sure that she wanted that from me. Instead, I continued to hold my weight up and study her features. I’d miss this. I’d miss being able to look into her eyes and see the small green flecks that were only visible up close, the small point at the end of her nose, her pronounced jaw and soft cheeks. I’d miss her sweet smell and smooth skin.

Underneath my lips, the skin of her forehead felt warm and right. Her wet, hot breath was coming out rapidly and hitting my neck. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop myself either. I moved my lips further down and kissed the bridge of her nose. I was going to kiss her. This was it. I was finally going to throw all caution out and take a chance and hope to God she felt the same way. Worst case scenario she’d push me away and tell me we were only friends. Best case she’d kiss me back and this night would get a whole lot better. I pressed my lips to the tip of her nose. Her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes fluttered every time my lips touched her skin. I kissed the right side of her lips, then moved to the left side and kissed there too. I was going to make this the best first kiss she ever had. I hovered over her lips, enjoying the feel of her breath against my mouth. I leaned forward, my lips almost on hers…