An Unexpected Visit

Dave

“What are you doing here, Kelly?” I ask the second I open the door and see the familiar face behind it. She’s drenched, head to shoe, and shivering. Her breathing is uneven, and she looks like she’s been through something major in the few hours that Kristoff has told me she’s been missing. “Don’t you know everyone’s worried sick about you?” My place is the last place I expected her to show up.

“I have a favor to ask you,” she starts, letting out a breath and rubbing her hands together. “Well, three favors.”

She’s hardly the kind of person that asks for help, so I know she’s serious. “Fine. Come in, so we can get you into something warm.”

“Okay, good because that was one of my favors.” She wiggles her way through the door, right past me.

“What? To borrow my clothes?”

“No, a hot shower.”

This isn’t the first time that Kelly has been in my apartment. Usually, she’s with Kristoff, my best friend and her brother, or the few times that she’s come alone, well, she’s never been so wet that I could see her nipples through her shirt.

Luckily for her, I don’t say anything.

Not just because she’s my best friend’s little sister, but if I think about it too much, I might want to take another glance.

She’s getting water all over the floor, so I’m grateful that it’s hardwood, at least, not that she seems to mind. She starts to take her jacket off, and I help her, pulling it from her shoulders. “I’ll throw this in the washer. If you leave the rest of your clothes in the bin, I’ll wash those too.”

Kelly smiles. “Thank you.”

“Well, I can’t let you freeze to death.”

“I’m sure you’d like to,” she teases.

“You know where the bathroom is.”

She nods. “By the way, this isn’t one of the favors, but whatever you’re cooking smells really good and…”

“I’ll make you a plate,” I cut her off.

“Great.” Kelly heads towards the shower before she stops. “Oh and a towel.”

“Of course.”

“And dry clothes?”

“Kelly.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

I watch her disappear down the hallway and seconds later, the shower turns on. Being as OCD as I am, I grab my mop bucket from the pantry and fill it with soap, disinfectant, and hot water before mopping everywhere that she walked. I push it to the side, in case I need it later, and check on the spaghetti cooking in the kitchen.

I wasn’t expecting company tonight, but Kelly had a way of keeping life exciting. The good news is that I happened to have enough for two. I throw the garlic bread into the oven on medium before lowering the spaghetti temperature.

Then, I go to my bedroom and grab a fresh pair of gym shorts for Kelly and an old t-shirt that’s a tight fit on me before securing a towel from the hall closet. My place is a two bedroom, two bath, something her brother often takes advantage of. I can’t count the number of times that he’s crashed here even though his place is a lot nicer than mine.

I can hear her singing in the shower when I stand in front of it, an old habit that she never kicked. I smile and shake my head before knocking on the door. She doesn’t respond, so I’m guessing that she doesn’t hear me. I knock on it again. No answer. I grip the handle in my hand before pushing it open slightly.

She’s hidden behind the shower curtain, and I let out a breath of relief. “I’m putting everything on the counter for you,” I announce loudly, making sure she can hear me, as I put the towel and clothes on the bathroom counter, underneath the mirror. I spot her clothes on the ground and pick those up to put in the washer.

“Thank you,” she calls out before sliding the shower curtain to the left. And she’s revealing a lot more than just her face. My eyes widen when they see her perky nipple, red from the heat and screaming for attention. Kelly notices but doesn’t seem the slightest bit taken aback.

If she were any other girl, I’d stop everything I was doing and step into the shower with her. But, she’s not just any girl. She’s Kristoff’s sister.

Without another word, I walk out and close the door behind me. When did she start to become attractive to me? We’re only six or so years apart, but I’ve always seen her as the geeky girl with glasses, a face full of freckles and so short that she barely stood over my waist.

But, she’s grown up. She’s a woman now at what, twenty years old? She oozes confidence that I never noticed before and has fully grown into her looks with soft ginger hair cascading down her back, almond colored eyes, and just a dash of freckles along her nose.

Overnight, Kelly got sexy.

I shake my head, clearing my thoughts and walking away from the bathroom before my body does something it shouldn’t. I drop her clothes in the washer, starting it, and then head back to the kitchen to make our plates although it’s harder than I’d like to admit to erase the memory of her silky smooth body from my mind.

She comes in, still singing, with my clothes on and her hair wrapped in a towel which is honestly more seductive than her in the shower. I never let any women wear my clothes, but now I’m realizing how much of a turn on it is.

“Smells good,” she compliments me, taking one of the plates and sitting on a barstool at the counter. “You always could make spaghetti.”

I raise my eyebrow at her. “Is that your way of saying I couldn’t make anything else?”

“Your words not mine.”

“Speaking of which…” I pull my phone out of my pocket. “I should probably tell your brother that you’re here. He’s been worried sick about you.” I pull his name up before Kelly leans forward and presses my phone down before I can type a word.

“Don’t,” she begs. “Please.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want him to know I’m here.”

“I don’t think he’ll mind, Kelly.” I pull my phone up again.

“Dave, I’m begging you.” Her eyes are big and pleading. “Let me ask my two favors, and then he can pick me up after or you can text him.”

I stare at her for a moment, noticing the serious glint in her eye, before sighing and putting my phone on the counter. “Fine,” I give in. “Why were you gone today anyway?”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Because my ass of a boss fired me!” she exclaims.

“Fired you?” I repeat. “Why?”

“He says I showed up late too often if I showed up to work at all, and even when I was there, I spent an extended amount of time on my phone.” She pouts. “It’s a joke because he does the same thing, always hiding in the back away from the cameras so nobody will say anything and acting like we’re oblivious. Besides, they’re so short handed, you’d think it wouldn’t matter as long as shit got done.”

“Did shit get done?”

“Well, no, but…” She trails off for a second. “That brings me to my second favor. Can I have a job?”

I snort, disbelief clear on my face. “You just finished telling me how horrible you were at your last job. Why would I want to hire you?”

“Because I’m cute,” she argues. “And I can be a good worker. I just chose not to be.”

“Kelly, I don’t know. Why don’t you ask your brother?”

“He doesn’t believe in me working, you know that. He still lives in the stone ages when women did nothing but put dinner on the table, clean the house, and push out as many babies as they could before menopause.”

“Kelly, I don’t think it’d be a good idea…”

“Give me a chance to prove you wrong! I promise I can. I could be a great bartender or waitress!”

“Without yelling at the customers?” I ask her, sarcastically.

I own a pretty successful bar that I’ve grown from the ground up. I may not be rich like Kelly, Kristoff, and their parents, but I’ve managed to make quite the name for myself and plan on expanding sometime in the future.

Something I can’t do if she pisses all my customers off.

“If you give me a chance, Dave, I promise I can do this.”

I look at her and can’t bear to tell her ‘no’ even if I think this is the worst idea that she’s ever come up with. I sigh. “Fine, but three strikes, and you’re out.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Yeah, whatever. What’s the third favor? It can’t be any worse than the second one.”

“Oh, that.” Her cheeks turn pink. “I want you to take my virginity.”

Apparently, it can get worse. Way, way worse.

Kelly

“I think the cold may have gotten to you.” Dave holds the back of his hand against my forehead. “You are a little bit hot. You, probably, have a fever.”

I snatch my forehead back and watch as his hand falls back to his side. “I don’t have a fever,” I roll my eyes. “I’m thinking very clearly. Didn’t you like what you saw in the shower earlier?” It wasn’t entirely accidental that he’d seen a sneak peak of what I have to offer. I want him to want me because it’ll make the rest of this very easy.

His jaw drops. “You flashed me on purpose!?”

“Well you looked!”

“How could I not, Kelly? I’m a man.”

“A man who finds me attractive?”

Dave runs his hands through his hair, frustratingly and when he looks at me again, his beautiful green eyes are hard. “Don’t say another word,” he warns. “If your brother or, better yet, your parents, knew what you were proposing to me right now, they would kill me.”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

“Kelly, I’m serious.”

“Well, so am I.”

My stomach growls, and I pull the spaghetti closer to me before wrapping some around my fork and stuffing it into my mouth. After a while, Dave starts to eat his too, but the awkwardness is evident in the room, making the space suffocating whereas it wasn’t before.

I look up. “You have spaghetti sauce on your face,” I note.

“Where?” He tries to wipe it off but misses completely.

I lean over the counter, a devious idea in my head. “Here.” And I lick the corner of his lips before he jerks back.

“Kelly, what the hell are you doing?”

“Helping,” I answer innocently.

“You are going to drive me nuts,” he says out loud, more to himself than to me. “Why are you trying to lose your virginity anyway? Your first time is supposed to be special.”

“Oh, you’re such a hypocrite.” My nose scrunches. “Saving yourself for marriage and the first time being special is a bunch of bull shit. The first time hurts like hell, and how I see it, it needs to be done as quickly as possible.”

“Yes, it hurts,” he agrees. “But, it’s with someone you can be vulnerable with and who’s going to protect you, care about how you feel, and make you feel better.”

“Won’t you do those things?” I cock my head to the side.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Come on, Dave. I know my brother lost his at a playground, in the middle of the night with a girl he hardly liked because she offered to give him head. And you lost yours to your first girlfriend’s older sister.”

His eyes widened. “How do you know that?”

“That’s hardly important.”

“What’s the rush, Kelly?”

I’m silent for a brief second. “You want the truth?”

“Obviously.”

“My best friend, Grace, got us VIP backstage passes to that boy band, W4, at the end of the summer, and it’s this week-long thing. Anyway, people say that the boys are a bit risque and will sleep with their groupies.”

“And you want to be with someone who’s not going to remember your name the next day?”

I scoff. “And you remember the names of all the women you’ve slept with?”

“Another reason not to sleep with me,” he points out. “Why can’t you meet a nice guy, go steady for a few months, and then fuck him?”

A shiver runs down my spine at the word ‘fuck’ used so dirtily yet it sounds so right coming from Dave’s mouth. “That’s not what I want,” I state. “I want you. Are you going to help me or not?”

“No,” he answers quickly. “In fact, I’d like to pretend that this conversation never happened.”

Disappointment fills me, and I pull the towel from my hair. “Fine! Then I’ll find someone else.”

Shock rushes over his features. “No, you won’t.”

“I’m a grown woman, and you can’t stop me.” I let out a breath. “With my luck I’ll wind up pregnant, gotta remember to get some birth control.”

“So if I don’t take your virginity, you’re going to go to someone else?”

“Anyone I can find at the bar.” I shrug. “Besides, it’s not just taking my virginity. I want to be taught how to fuck and what men like, especially blow jobs.”

His eyes darken. “Don’t say that shit around me, Kelly.”

“Or what? You might just agree to my proposal?”

“Fuck!” He exclaims. “You always get your way. I’ll do it.”

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