She stood there like a statue in front of a shirtless Dean, scanning over his perfect chiseled body, feeling beyond weirded out by the tingle she felt between her legs from looking at his six pack but then her eyes moved up and locked onto his dark blue eyes. Her heart was racing.

"So do you think we should turn on some music? Maybe music would set the mood and," she started to say but Dean pulled her against him and covered her mouth with his, shutting her up. She was paralyzed and stunned for a second. Her lips were touching Dean Bradshaw's and it was weird.

He pulled back and in a deeper, sexier tone of voice than she had ever heard him talk in, he said "Relax Berkley."

She had known him her entire life and never heard his voice sound like that before. Was that his sex voice? Maybe that's why she had never heard it before. Hearing how smooth and deep it sounded made the spot between her legs tingle and sent goosebumps up her arm. Why was Dean giving her goosebumps now? This was definitely getting weird.

He stepped back and looked down at her. "What's wrong? I know you've made out with guys before so you should at least know how to do that, but you're not even kissing me back. You're just standing there all frozen and stiff," he laughed. "It's like trying to make out with a mannequin."

"I'm sorry," she laughed awkwardly, looking down at the ground and rubbing the back of her neck. "It's just weird kissing you."

"Are you having second thoughts? Did you change your mind about this, because I'm fine with it if you did."

"No!" she said more forcefully than she had meant to. "I mean no, I still want to do this. It just might take me a minute to relax into it. I'm really nervous."

He stood there for a second and said, "Hold on. I have an idea." He left the room and came back a minute later with a bottle of whiskey and a tall shot glass. He sat the shot glass on the dresser and filled it to the top and handed it to her.

"Just one shot to take the edge off," he said.

She took it from him and tipped it back, feeling the burn and wincing. She handed it back to him and to her surprise he was filling it up again but this time he took the shot himself.

"Why do you need to take a shot?" she asked. "You've done this before."

"Yeah but this isn't like the other times. I'm about to have sex with my best friend. I'm nervous as hell," he laughed.

Hearing that he was nervous too somehow made her feel better and she couldn't help but smile.

He put the shot glass back down on the dresser and took a step towards her. With him standing right in front of her without his shirt on, she became aware of how tall and strong he really was and her heart rate picked up a little bit. She lifted her head and looked up into his dark blue eyes and he reached out and slid a hand around the back of her neck and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers again.

This time she closed her eyes and kissed him back, trying to just focus her mind on enjoying the kiss and not thinking about who it was she was kissing. Kissing was something she was good at. She had plenty of experience making out with boys but that's as far as it had ever gone, but this she could do. Her lips smoothed across his, her tongue playfully licking across his lower lip right before sinking her teeth into it, and pulling it back, releasing it with a snap.

Now that his lips were parted she took the opportunity to cover his mouth with hers and push her tongue past his lips, flicking it against his. She closed her eyes and ran one hand up through his hair, turning her head to the side, deepening the kiss as she massaged her tongue against his. He let out a deep groan and she knew she was doing something right. She felt his hands slide around her hips and he pulled her body against him, feeling a hardness press against her stomach.

As they kissed his hands slid down farther, cupping around her bare butt cheeks that were exposed by the thong part of her nightie. Feeling his hands on the bare skin of her cheeks made her insides ignite. She suddenly felt herself being lifted off of the floor and her legs being wrapped around his waist as he walked her backwards toward the bed and laid her down bringing his body down with her. As he kissed her he pushed his hardness into her crotch and that made the spot between her legs get wet and she involuntarily moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back and looked down into her face and she opened her eyes and looked into his and the realization hit her that this was Dean, on top of her, grinding his boner against her crotch.

He looked down at her breasts that were visible through the sheer lace of her red nightie and he said in that deep, smooth tone again, "This outfit you picked out is sexy as hell by the way."

She smiled shyly and said, "I'm glad you like it."

He slowly slid his fingers under the shoulder straps and feeling the light touch of his fingers grazing her skin gave her chills as he started pulling them down slowly until her breasts became exposed. She felt her heart rate picking up again and her breathing became more labored.

No one had ever seen her breasts before and now here she was laying in front of her best friend with them on full display. As his eyes took them in she wondered what he was thinking. She had always thought they were her best feature, round and full with light pink smooth nipples. They were perky and large but not too large. As a D cup she felt like they were just the right size.

As he gazed at them intently she started feeling self conscious.

"What?" she asked. "Is something wrong with them?"

"No," he said, swallowing with his jaw tensing. "I ummmm," he laughed awkwardly. "I just wasn't prepared for you to have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah right Dean. Shut up. You've seen so many. There's no way mine are the best you've seen. You don't have to lie to make me feel good about myself."

He laughed awkwardly and ran a hand through his hair and said, "I wasn't lying. They're perfect actually."

Hearing that made her face flush red.

"Oh, ummmm. Well thank you then," she said nervously, not sure what else to say to that.

He slowly reached out like he was hesitant to touch them and she looked up and her eyes met his for a second before he looked back down again and she felt his cold hands touch them and she took in air and closed her eyes. She felt his hands cup around them and start kneading them like dough before he took both her nipples and started squeezing and rolling them back and forth between his fingers. She swallowed hard and bit her lip.

Feeling his touch on her sensitive nipples made her insides start to burn with yearning and then she felt his lips close around one and he started gently sucking, and it was so overwhelming she couldn't help but let out a moan and she felt the spot between her legs pulsing as she got wet. Hearing her moan made him suck harder and then he bit down lightly, taking her nipple between his teeth, sending shock waves across her body, making her cry out his name.

His mouth left her breast and he started lightly kissing down her stomach and then she felt her red lacy nightie being pulled down past her hips and down her legs leaving her completely naked. Her heart was pounding and she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her and she could tell he was thinking.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Berk? Once we do this we can't undo it."

"Yeah," she said nodding her head. "I mean unless you'd rather me do it with Zander instead."

His eyes darkened and his jaw tightened.

"Fuck Zander. I don't want you doing anything with him except telling him to get lost."

Seeing him get so worked up made her smile and laugh a little. She knew he was doing this because he was so overprotective of her and that was sweet.

"Well then it looks like it's up to you to deflower me Dean."

He cringed. "Ugh. Don't say deflower," he laughed. "It makes it sound like we're gardening. Gardening isn't sexy."

That made her laugh.

"Well I guess we need to get you ready then," he said, exhaling and running his hand through his hair. He always did that when he was nervous.

"What do you mean?"

"I need to warm you up or it's going to hurt a lot worse."

He laid a hand on each knee and gently spread them apart and her face turned eight shades of red as she saw him looking down there and she pulled her legs back together tightly.

"Wait. What do you mean warm me up? How?"

He gave her a gentle smile and said, "I thought you said you wanted to do this with me because you trusted me so much."

"I did," she nodded. "I mean I do."

"Then relax and trust me," he said, laying his hands on her knees and spreading them apart again. He slowly started bending down, getting his face closer and closer to the spot between her legs and right as she was about to protest, his mouth touched her core and his tongue massaged against it. It was an explosion of feeling like she had never felt before.

Her mouth dropped open as she gasped, overcome with how good his mouth felt on her sensitive spot and she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a moan.

He lifted up and looked at her with a smirk. "I can stop if you want me to."

"If you stop I'm going to kill you," she said, laughing.

He gave her a devilish smile as he lowered his head again.