Ice Deal: Faking it with my best friend's twin brother

Dakota’s POV

“Less teeth, Dakota, Jesus Christ! You are supposed to be sucking my dick not trying to bite it off!” Elliot’s annoyed voice hisses.

I falter, losing confidence.

Impatient, he pushes my head further down on his hardened cock.

Big mistake!

I gag hard, my stomach rumbling loudly. Within seconds, all the vomit I’d been struggling to keep down come hurling out of my mouth.

I couldn’t it any longer.

I throw up all over Elliot’s dick like an idiot.

He screams, leaping away from me. “Fucking hell, Dakota! What the hell?”

I clamp a hand over my mouth. “I’m so sorry,” I try to say, but the smell of my day’s meals in the air only worsens my condition.

I throw up some more all over his shoes and shirt, practically emptying my stomach.

Elliot freezes, disgusted.

My cheeks burn with embarrassing heat. How humiliating!

This wasn’t supposed to happen. College was supposed to be a fresh start for me. My only chance to reinvent myself.

Instead, freshman year’s over and I’m still the same person I was a year ago.

For once, I don’t want to be the clueless virgin, the naïve loser no one wants.

I’d worked so hard to score this moment with Elliot, my first real crush in years. I finally got my chance, thanks to my best friend Heather, and totally blew it.

Fuck, this can’t be happening.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing,” I try to apologize again.

Elliot backs away from me, a stunned expression on his face.

“Hold on, is this your first time doing this?” he asks, disbelief written all over his face.

Embarrassed, I fall back on my ass. “Technically, I’m still a virgin.”

Not technically, I am a virgin all around. There's no puritanical reason for this; I doubt there are lots of people out there who dream of staying a virgin in their sophomore year of college.

it just happened and it's still so embarrassing. I'm turning twenty soon and the only time I'd actually held a boy's hand was in middle school a few times before he moved away.

I’ve never kissed or sucked a dick before. These were all on my college ‘TO-DO-LIST’ which I'm totally screwing up now.

I watch Elliot’s eyes widen in shock. “Oh, hell no, hell no, I don’t do virgins. This is exactly why I don’t do virgins,” he says, pulling up his pants.

“Elliot wait,” I say, reaching for him. But he is already marching toward the door.

“No, Dakota, I’m sorry. I like you. I think you are a nice girl, but it’s such a huge turn-off for me to deal with virgins. All the inexperience, sensitivity, holding their hands for everything. I can’t do it. I’m sorry. Life’s too short and I’m here to have a good time. Call me when you’ve got it all figured out, okay? I’m not gonna be your first. Nope, not me!” he says.

With that, he yanks the door open and storms off. Through the open door, I can hear the banging music from the party downstairs.

NLE Choppa’s ‘GANG BABY’ drums heavily against the walls.

I sit on the floor, tears burning in my eyes. Great freaking job, Dakota.

Thanks to my eidetic memory, I can remember crucial events of my life so I know every single embarrassing moment in my life.

And this moment, right here right now, tops the list. Until the day I die, I will always remember throwing up on the first boy I sucked off.

I try to clean up as best as I could before I leave.

Walking out of the room, I run into the last person I wanted to see right now in the short hallway.

Hayden. Capital jerk. My archenemy.

Roguish, tall with well-muscled shoulders and rippling biceps.

Thick blond curls fall messily over his forehead, stopping just short of his long, lush, silver-tinted eyelashes.

His smoking gray eyes fix on me, curiously.

The corners of his mouth pull to a teasing grin.

For a second or two, the music stops. The entire world stops moving.

He has this ability to take up space, pulling everyone into his web.

He pauses when he sees me, his head cocking to the side. “Hey, nerd, is that you?”

His eyes dart back to the room I had just exited.

“Holy shit, Elliot? Please don’t tell me that’s the asshole you finally decided to give it up to?” Hayden taunts me.

I’m not in the mood right now. “Fuck off, Hayden!” I snap at him.

His curls bounce around his face as he laughs. “Oh, oh, I take it that it didn’t go well?” he mocks.

I ball my fists, mad. He’s the only person on earth who has the ability to seriously piss me off at every moment we interact. The fucking jerk!

I want to rip him a new one, but Heather’s voice comes around the corner. “Dakota! Oh my God, are you done already? Tell me, tell me, how was it!?”

“It was horrible, Heather!” Hayden offers immediately, laughingly.

Heather’s eyes soften toward me. “Oh no, baby, come here!” she says softly, pulling me in for a hug.

Even though these two are unidentical, biological twins, they couldn’t be more different.

Heather literally looks like an angel in her soft blue skating gown (she’d just come from the rink), clean makeup, sweet disposition while Hayden looks like one of heaven’s fallen angels.

He is dressed in all black (he’d been wearing black ever since their mother died in tenth grade), a single silver stud on his right ear and shiny jewellery around his neck.

I glare at Hayden now. He can’t stop laughing. His dusky voice elicits pure rage inside me.

“What happened?” Heather asks, ignoring her brother. She’s used to his antics by now.

“I threw up on him!”

Hayden’s laughter deepens till he’s grabbing his belly.

“Stop it, Hay,” Heather scolds him.

Turning to me, she touches my arm lightly. “Sweetie, don’t overthink it, these things happen.”

“It was horrible, Heather. I’m never gonna find a man like this. I don’t know anything about sex! It’s embarrassing!” I cry.

“Yo, maybe, I can teach you sex,” Hayden taunts.

I scoff bitterly. “In your dreams, asshole!”

Heather’s eyes shoot up with excitement. “Hold on, that’s actually not a bad idea!”

“WHAT!?” Hayden and I scream simultaneously.

Hayden waves his hand in the air. “Heather, I was just kidding. I don’t wanna take on project tragic virgin over here!”

I glare at him furiously. “Great. Cause I don’t want you either!”

Heather steps in between us before we rip each other apart like we always do.

“This is perfect, don’t you see? We’ve already established that you two despise each other. It’s been like that since we were kids and it’s never gonna change. That makes it possible for you two to pull this off without getting attached to each other.”

“No, sex can be messy and emotional,” I reply.

I don’t want my first time to be with this asshole. Hell no!

Hayden scoffs. “That’s because you are an emotional virgin looking for true love. Sex can be casual. People do it all the time. But that doesn’t mean I want to do it with you. Hell no, I don’t want the baggage. Virgins get attached all the time.”

Is he serious? Me? Get attached to him? The jerk who made high school a living hell for me? Hell would have to freeze over first.

I want Elliot, not this jackass!

“Come on, guys, think about it. Dakota needs the experience,” Heather begs.

Hayden’s laughter disappears. “Heather bear, you hate it when I ‘mess’ with your friends! How many times did you warn me to stay away from Dakota as if I’d ever be interested in her!”

I roll my eyes. “Glad we are on the same page here.”

“See, this is perfect. You can just have casual sex without ever getting attached!” Heather presses on.

“Eww, Heather, I know we shared the same womb but I still get icked out when you try to meddle with my sex life. It isn’t gonna happen, give it up!” Hayden says with a shocking conviction that pisses me off.

“Yeah, Heather, forget it, I’d rather die a virgin than do this!” I snap before walking out of there.

I can hear Heather’s voice calling after me as I walk away. I don’t stop or turn back.

My mind’s made up and nothing will ever change it!