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

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This party was already living up to my worst expectations. The living room was packed with people pressed too close together, music pulsing so loud it drowned out my thoughts. If I could just get a decent buzz, I'd find a quiet spot and let the night pass without incident. I wandered through the house, dodging clusters of people in letterman jackets and cocktail dresses. They leaned against walls, perched on furniture, and sprawled over counters, laughing and shouting over the music. Everywhere I turned, someone was either pouring another drink or taking another shot.

Freddy's house was insane, I had to give him credit for that. His parents had a decorator's taste-or maybe just money. Chandeliers gleamed overhead, and the polished floors

reflected the light in a way that seemed almost too perfect for a party like this.

This party was going to be horrible, but if I get enough alcohol into my system, I can go find an empty room and hide there while Jess and Sam... get it on or something.

I wander through the room, watching pretty girls fawn over well-built jocks, and fight the urge to roll my eyes. This house is insane. I have to give it to Freddy. His parent shave good taste.

I spot a bottle of red wine that everyone seems to ignore

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dress more than once over, I wipe it off the table and smile at myself. Success! Now,

beneath the stairs. The stairs, I assume, lead to a room

corner of my eye, I spot Sam chatting with a few guys, a massive smile plastered on her face. I wish I had her confidence, but I just don't.

"This dress!" Someone laughs behind me, and

at the guy I just bumped into. "You good?" He finally asked, and I gulped, nodding once. I couldn't form words. What

down the handsy guy until he walked away. Turning around, he flashed me a grin. His eyes sparkled. I could see the blue hues from here, and all

trans.

shook my head. "Was

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looked behind me to the entrance I was about to head into before I got sidetracked. Folding my lips in, I exhaled through my nose. "Thanks." I spun around before he could say anything else. I found the dining hall three doors down. It was dark, but there was enough light that I could make out the table. I found a switch, and tiny lights lit up around the room, each hovering above a piece of art, and I think my heart stopped. The pieces in here must be worth

filled with lights, and I could see the Eiffel Tower-Paris. I leaned back, lifted the bottle to my mouth, and