"I can't believe I let you talk me into wearing this. My boobs are a centimetre away from popping out and it's so short I'm sure I'm gonna show my ass and hooha to the whole party," she said, pulling on the hem of the dress as they walked across campus towards the party.

Ember laughed. "You look sexy as hell. I still can't believe how big your boobs are. You were hiding them under those big baggy sweatshirts and now they're free!"

"Yeah a little too free. I'm gonna get arrested for indecent exposure tonight," Berkley laughed, trying in vain to pull up the chest of the dress so her cleavage wasn't on full display but it didn't budge.

"Just enjoy it. You are definitely getting laid tonight."

Berkley laughed. "Well considering I've never been laid in my entire life I highly doubt it."

"What?! Are you serious?" Ember asked. "I thought you said you had a boyfriend?"

"I did. All we ever did was make out and dry hump each other with our clothes on. I mean he wanted to do it but I just didn't feel like he was worthy of my first time. You know? As Dean put it, he was a bit of a douche nozzle."

"Well what does a guy need to do to be worthy of your first time?"

"I don't know. I really liked my ex Blake until I caught him making out with Skye in his car. But even before that something was holding me back from going all the way with him. I just think my first time should be with somebody special. I don't want to have any regrets."

"Yeah that makes sense," she nodded. "I've got plenty of regrets. My first time was sophomore year of high school and I was fifteen. This hot Senior guy I had a massive crush on was at my friend's party and we were all drinking and playing seven minutes in heaven. They spun the bottle and it picked for me and him to go in the closet and we started making out and the next thing I know he's putting on a condom. It literally lasted a minute. After it was over he acted like nothing even happened and he didn't even look at me when I passed him in the halls at school. It was horrible."

"I'm so sorry Ember. That's awful. See that's exactly what I'm afraid of. I'm not a romantic softie or anything like that, but I don't want my first time to be with an asshole like that. I would end up with assault charges," she laughed.

Ember nodded. "What you need is to just rip it off like a band-aid and get your first time over with so you don't have all this pressure on it. You should do it with somebody you trust and have known for a long time. Somebody you know you don't have romantic feelings for so there's no chance of getting your heart broken."

She turned her head and looked at her.

"What are you insinuating?"

"You and Dean! Just think about it. It's perfect. You said he's got a lot of sex experience so to him it's no big deal and he's not into relationships. You've known him a long time and you know you can trust him and there's no risk of you guys falling for each other because you don't think of each other like that. If you ask me it's a brilliant idea."

"No way. I can't have sex with Dean so get that idea out of your head. That's just weird to even think about. He's my best friend."

"Exactly. He's your best friend. You can trust him and it could be like a no strings attached, one time thing just to get your first time over with. You guys could go back to being just friends afterwards like nothing happened. You know him well enough that you're comfortable around him and he wouldn't ditch you afterwards and act like he doesn't know you. You've gotta admit it's a great idea. I mean who else would you want your first time to be with?"

She rolled the thought around in her mind and said, "I don't know Ember. It makes sense but I don't think Dean would ever go for it. It would be so weird and awkward."

"Well just think about it. If I could go back in time and have my first time with my best friend instead of that idiot, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

Berkley looked over and saw pain written all over Ember's face so she put her hand on her arm and gave her a sympathetic look as they walked.

Before long they reached the Frat house, a three story white Victorian that had every light on and booming music, with people all over the yard and porch drinking out of red Solo cups. She took her phone out and texted Dean that they were there and a minute later he appeared on the porch.

When she walked up to him he turned his head and it took a second for his brain to process that it was her. He looked down at her body and then back up at her face with wide eyes.

"Ummm. Wow," he laughed. "You look different."

"Yes she does and you can thank me for this wonderful transformation," Ember smiled. "It's amazing what a hair straightener and the right makeup can do. Can you believe she was hiding this rockin' body under baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants?"

"No," he laughed. "I had no idea."

"And here I thought you two knew everything about each other," she smiled. "Can you be a good boy and babysit her while I go get us some drinks? She looks like a walking felony in that dress and I'd hate for her get hit on by a drunk pervert."

"Being a good boy isn't really my thing, but I'll try," he smirked.

Ember looked at him and back at her and smiled. "You two have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she said, wagging her eyebrows up and down at them as she walked away with a mischievous smile.

Dean laughed and watched her walk away before looking back at Berkley. "What was that all about? Did I miss something?"

"Ugh. Don't even ask," she laughed.

"Ok," he said, shaking his head. He lead her inside the main front room of the party where there were people sitting around on couches talking.

"Hey baby. What's your name?" a tall, skinny guy with glasses asked Berkley, looking her up and down like she was on the menu, immediately giving her the creeps.

"Keep walking pal. I've got a wicked right hook and I'm not afraid to use it," Dean growled, grabbing Berkley's hand and pulling her towards the kitchen.

"Damn Boobs McGee, why don't you put those puppies away before I have to get in a fight with a drunk pervert," he laughed.

"Boobs McGee? That's my nickname now?" she asked, giving a look that said, 'you can't be serious'.

"Hey if the shoe fits. You could poke somebody's eye out with those things," he laughed. "Why don't you put on a jacket or something?"

"I would if I had one but I don't, so you're just going to have to endure it. I didn't know you had such a problem with boobs Dean Bradshaw. I never would've guessed."

"I don't but when they're yours and they're being ogled by drunken idiots then I have a problem with them," he grumbled.

Then he did something she didn't expect. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off over his head and handed it to her.

"Put this on over your dress."

She rolled her eyes. "Are you serious right now? So you're just going to walk around without a shirt on?"

"Yes I am. Now put this on," he said, holding it out to her.

She crossed her arms and glared at him, being stubborn.

He exhaled with frustration, "Please Berk. Will you put it on for me?"

She rolled her eyes and huffed. "Fine but I'm just stating for the record that this is stupid."

She took his t-shirt from his hands and pulled it on over her dress and she could see him visibly relax.

"I swear Dean. Sometimes you act more like my Dad than my best friend."

"Well your Dad's not here and if he was, he would thank me for watching out for you."

This was probably true. She pulled the t-shirt tight and tied a knot in the back so it wouldn't look quite so ridiculous and then she lead the way towards the kitchen with a shirtless Dean following close behind her.

She noticed the girls passing them on the way eyeing Dean's six pack and muscular body and shooting him a flirty smile.

She made it to the kitchen and poured herself a shot of whiskey and tossed it back, feeling the familiar burn.

After three more shots she was thoroughly drunk and feeling really loose.

"You might want to slow down on those," he said.

She shoved a shot glass in his hand and said, "Get drunk with me Dean. It's our first night at college. We need to celebrate!"

Dean took the shot from her with a smile and shot it back.

"You're right. We're in fucking college Berk! Woohoo!" he cheered, pouring another shot.