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the bet. The less time we were alone together, the easier it was. But I found that I truly enjoyed just spending time with her, getting to know her, and even sharing myself with her. There were times when things got heated, and the more time we spent together, the more I ached for her.
    Like most stories, this one begins with alcohol. And like the two weekends before that, there was a house party, and Jenna met me there. I was already half lit when I heard her giggle. Leaning against the rail on the deck, I watched as she joked with Seth, her smile lighting up her face. When she turned and her eyes fell on me, it was as if the world slowed down, everything moved in slow motion.
    I can remember every detail. As most summer nights in Tennessee are, it was hot and humid, a thin film of sweat already forming on my brow. I got hard the minute the corners of her mouth lifted, a secretive smile, reserved only for me.  She was wearing one of my plaid shirts and a pair of cutoff shorts that were frayed around the edges. Sexy as hell. My eyes were glued to her as she walked toward me, slowly putting one foot in front of the other. It was then, at that exact moment, that I knew I was in over my head. Jenna Ryan had caught me, and I fell for her - hook, line, and sinker. All she had to do was reel me in.
    Throughout the night, I watched her as she moved through the crowd, mingling with my friends and their girlfriends. Each time she got near me, every light brush of her hand on my arm or of her hip against me, the fire grew more intense. It was like she'd cast a spell on me. My brothers were laughing and joking with me, but I couldn't focus. My alcohol-infused mind was so preoccupied that I barely knew what was going on around me. I had tunnel vision, and it led straight to her.
    Afterward, when we'd gone back to my room, I was buzzing pretty hard when she pulled her shirt over her head. She wiggled her shorts down her legs and stepped out of them before reaching for one of my t-shirts. No fuckin' way.
    I stepped up behind her, taking the shirt from her hands and dropping it to the floor. She smiled at me over her shoulder, the playful gleam in her eyes giving me the green light. I reached for the clasp of her bra, letting it fall open. As I placed kisses along her shoulder, I slid the strap down her arm, and moving to the other side, repeated the process. I felt her shiver beneath my mouth and heard her breath catch in her throat as she arched her neck for me.
    My hand slid around her hip to her flat stomach, resting right above her panties. My pinkie finger slid just under the waistband, and she trembled against me. Roughly, I pulled her backwards, into me, her hips lining up perfectly with my groin, my erection resting against her. She moaned, her lips parting, as she relaxed against me. When I moved my hand lower, between her thighs, she parted them too, allowing me access. As she rocked against my hand, she threw her head back, resting it on my shoulder. I had a perfect view of her breasts and stomach as they rose with each deep breath. Pure. Bliss.
    Abruptly, she pulled away, turning in my arms. She began undressing me, and I raised my arms as she pulled my shirt over my head. When she unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them over my ass, they fell to the floor. I waited to see where she was taking things, and she surprised me by reaching for her panties rather than my boxers. As she shimmied them down her thighs, my life was forever changed. No one else would ever do.
    The only light in the room was from the moon outside, but I could see her clearly. She had the most perfect body I'd ever seen. And she was offering it to me.
    I pushed my boxers down and kicked them to the side. Her eyes blazed a trail as they skimmed down my chest and lower. She didn't seem shy at all. It was such a turn on, seeing her so confident, owning her body, instead of trying to cover herself.
    She rushed into my arms, our lips meeting in a powerful, hard