Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

CHAPTER 7 JESS

School was torture. I would walk past Luke in the hallway, and he wouldn't even acknowledge me. He wouldn't look at me or give me any hint that he knew I existed. It's been a week and nothing.

Now it's Friday, and both Laura and Sam are back at my house. We're going to get Laura ready for her date with the artsy guy.

Ever since Sam lost her virginity, she's been filled with a new sense of confidence. It's great to see. She used to hide beneath oversized clothes because she felt her body wasn't good enough, but now she's starting to show it off. I wanted that for her. Laura was still struggling just as much as I, two wallflowers who hadn't gotten our awakening yet. But Laura was far ahead of me unless I just did what he asked.

If I just touched myself.

I internally rolled my eyes and groaned. It's not like he would know if I touched myself. I could lie...

No.

He would know.

We finished getting Laura ready for her date with the artsy guy, and I have to admit, she looked amazing. Sam had styled her

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into loose, messy curls, and she was wearing tight, skinny jeans. A cropped white T-shirt hugged her torso, showcasing her toned arms and a hint of cleavage.

just enough color to her cheeks and lips to make her look radiant. When we stepped back

because her parents were a bit old-school and strict. We'd concocted a cover story about a sleepover at my house, allowing

nodded, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yeah,

and Luke in the kitchen with two girls from the cheerleading squad. I should know their names, but I didn't care to

looked down, mortified to be standing in front of him in my pajamas-an oversized T-shirt that stopped just past my knees, emblazoned with a

cheerleaders looked up to see us and started giggling, the sound grating on my nerves. I rolled my eyes at them, feeling like I was stuck in some kind of awkward teenage nightmare. If only they knew they weren't the first cheerleaders

my kitchen.

288 Vouchers

after us, and suddenly, my brother's eyes jerked away from the blonde bimbo he was flirting with to look up at Laura. His mouth

and slugged him in the

at my friend, asshole!"

I

could see the embarrassment on her face. "What's wrong? Why are they

of the cheerleaders. "Because you look hot, and they are jealous assholes,"

the kitchen. I spun around

comfortable."