I’ve known him practically all my life! He saw me grow up! Heck, I saw him grow up! He’s picked me up from school, he was there when I was off to prom, he was there when I graduated high school and university! He’s my cousin’s best friend, and I grew up thinking of him like my cousin… sort of. So why does it not feel weird to have his naked body pressed up behind mine? And why, when I feel his erection on the rise again, does it excite me, instead of grossing me out? I have no idea! All I know is that if he’s ready to go again, I am too… Earlier… I understand that the guys in my cousins’ group of friends are really good looking; it’s just fact. Part of me believes that my cousins went out and found all the good looking Asian males in the Greater Toronto Area, just so that they could make it awkward for me to crush on them! Well the guy, Justin, at least. Andrea, my female cousin who also hangs out with the guys, tends to try to set me up with them. All this goes through my mind while I get ready to go out with them tonight. I have been hanging out with them since I was about 16, but have known most of the guys for years before that. They all went to the same elementary school together and are three years older than me. Justin has been bringing them home to hang out since they were very young, starting with Danny when they were 4 years old. As I put on my make-up, I begin to think back to all the times these guys and I have shared. I love going out with them, because I know they’ll keep me safe. They’re all over-protective, treating me like their own little cousin, and thus the one they all have to look after. Not to say that I can’t get into any mischief when I’m out with them! Andrea, a.k.a. Dre and the other women in the group (who are all completely as gorgeous as the guys) tend to distract the guys whenever it seems that any of us are about to hook up. The doorbell rings and I hear my mother answer the door with: “Danny! Hi! Come on in,” (yes, I’m 25 and still live at home… I’m getting my second degree, so this makes it cheaper), and Danny’s response: “Hi aunty! Is Teens ready?” I shout down that I’m just about done, and finish up, hearing Danny engage my mother in conversation. He is telling her about hockey practice and his new business. As I make my way down the stairs, I hear my mother telling Danny about my studies… and how I don’t have a man! I can’t believe she’d say that! “Mother! Please do not discuss my personal life!” “Oh Tina, I was just seeing if Danny knew of any nice boys for you!” “Don’t worry aunty; I think I may know someone…” I don’t particularly like the way Danny says that, but let it drop as I come to the bottom of the stairs. “Tina, darling, is that what you’re wearing?” My mother asks, no doubt referring to my short skirt and plunging neckline. “Yes mother, this is what I’m wearing,” I sigh. “It’s alright aunty, we’ll keep an eye on her, and out of trouble,” Danny offers. I just roll my eyes. “Oh Danny, I’m so glad you’re there to take care of her,” my mother practically coos. I know she thinks it is a good idea if I dated one of the guys in the group, but that would probably be just awkward. “Yeah, thanks Danny,” is my sarcastic remark. Danny just smiles a cocky little smile, turns to my mother gives her a hug and ankara escort says goodbye. I slip on my stilettos, give my mother a kiss goodnight, tell her that I would probably spend the night at my grandmother’s house, then walk through the door as Danny holds it open. As I step out, I notice Danny is driving his new silver Audi TT. As it is only a two-seater, I turn to him with an eyebrow raised. Because of the size of the group, we usually carpool. “Nah, it’s just us tonight,” he answers my unspoken question. “Everyone else has a ride.” I nod and head to the passenger side. Danny surprises me by opening my door for me, and I give him another eyebrow raise. He just shrugs and waits, so I slide in, revelling in the feel of the smooth leather seat on my bare thighs. I love his car! Danny slides into the driver’s seat and guns the engine. I feel the purr of the engine vibrate through me, and I can’t help the slight tingle it brings to my nether region or the hardening of my nipples. I grin widely and look over to Danny, who has an amused expression on his face. I simply roll my eyes again, shrug and turn to face the front. I feel him shift gears and we’re off. I know it will take about half an hour to get to the club, so I settle into the seat and contemplate the man driving me. He’s 28 years old, owns a series of businesses and is rather good looking. He plays hockey in a recreational league during the winter, soccer during the summer and basketball throughout the year. He’s about 5’10” and extremely fit. I know that women believe that he’s a bad boy, what with his cocky smile, easy confidence and the general sense of danger that surrounds him. Of course, it could also have to do with his ‘affiliation’ with certain Asian groups that are less than… above-board, or the fact that he and the rest of the group used to get into fights with other groups/crews. However, when I look at Danny, all I can see is the guy who likes odd riddles (how do you get out of a room with no doors or windows), who plays hours upon hours of World of Warcraft online with my cousin and who takes my grandmother out grocery shopping and to dim sum. Basically, I don’t see the bad boy. The conversation is comfortable and teasing, as it always is, and before I know it, we arrive downtown. We are lucky and find a parking spot in a lot near to the club, which is a shock for 11p.m. on a Saturday in Toronto. As we walk towards the club, I hear Dre yell out to us. She and most of the ladies are standing in front of the doors, and we join them, bypassing the line. Justin is there too, and he waves hello to me, and pounds fists with Danny. I feel Danny’s warm hand on my lower back as he ushers me ahead of him into the club. We have a table, of course, and head to it. There are two bottles of Grey Goose Vodka and pitchers of juice and pop waiting for us. Everyone is here, the music is loud and good, and Dre and I are pouring drinks. Soon we’re all pleasantly inebriated and the girls and I take to the dance floor. I have been told that I don’t dance like an Asian. I assume people are referring to the fact that I know what a downbeat is and I can move my hips accordingly. Actually, the way I dance has gotten me into some rather awkward situations… or rather fun situations, depending ankara escort bayan on whether you’re my cousin, or me! I enjoy dancing with guys, grinding and basically having a good time on the dance floor. One of my friends has referred to my dancing as more mating than dancing, and I can’t exactly disagree. Soon I find myself grinding against some random guy to an old school hip hop anthem. I spare a glance to the guys, who are all sitting at our table, as usual. I take them all in, once again confirming that they are all really quite hot (except my cousin, because that’s just gross). They all have that bad boy air about them, most of them supporting a look that says: “guys beware; ladies come hither.” As my gaze sweeps across them, I stop short. Danny is looking at me with a rather intense expression. Something I can only interpret as a mix between desire and jealousy. I don’t understand it at all! As I’m trying to come to terms with the look he’s giving me, I feel the hips of the guy I’m with press into my back, as well as his… excitement. I resume my grinding, and it hits me: Danny must be looking at someone behind me! I turn slightly and sure enough, there’s Vicky, Danny’s ex, dancing with some random guy. She smiles at me and waves, and I return the gestures. The world makes sense again and I continue grinding my ass into the random’s now rather prevalent erection. Before anything can happen, though, I feel a hand around my arm, pulling me away. I know it is Justin, and allow him to lead me to the table, much to my random guy’s protestations. As I sit at our table, I feel a drink being pressed into my hand. I look up and there’s Dre, with a rather amused look on her face. She probably knew where I was headed with the guy. I just drink up, and spend the rest of the night with our group, drinking and dancing, under the watchful eye of my cousin. The night is ending and I’m feeling rather good. Not quite drunk, but not completely sober; just how I like to be at the end of the night. I naturally assume that I’m going home with either cousin, but Dre informs me that she’s spending the night at her fiancé’s place and Justin’s car is full. As we try to figure out who is going to go with whom, Danny comes up behind me and places his hand on the small of my back. I lean into him, looking for some way to keep the pressure off of my now aching feet. He informs Justin that he’ll take me home. Justin refuses, saying that Danny can take someone else home. A look is exchanged between the best friends and Danny leans down to me, his breath moving my hair, as he whispers into my ear that he’ll be right back. He and Justin move off to the side, leaving me behind with my heart hammering and really confused. I don’t know why Danny’s breath in my ear should excite me, but it does. Justin and Danny come back, and Danny again places his hand on my back, steering me away. I look back and Dre waves and Justin looks slightly pissed, but resigned. I look up to Danny, who is staring straight ahead. I figure he’s taking me home and just follow his lead. We reach his car and he walks me to the passenger side. By now my heart is going a mile a minute and I just chalk it up to the walk from the club combined with the alcohol, but somehow I know that’s not escort ankara it. I wait for Danny to unlock the door, but instead he turns me around so my back is against the car. Then he steps in close, pressing his body against mine, and places his hands on the roof to either side of me. There is a look in his eye that my brain insists is lust. My breath catches as Danny dips his head lower and I get a full whiff of his scent; it’s a mix of his cologne (old school Swiss Army), leather (from his car and jacket) and something else that I can’t define, but have known all my life. All thoughts fly out of my head as I think he’s about to kiss me. However, instead of kissing me, he moves his lips to my ear and whispers “You are so sexy.” Then he nuzzles my neck, making me moan and press my body against his. “I was watching you tonight,” he breathes into my ear, causing me to shiver. “You shouldn’t dance like that with guys like that.” “Excuse me?” I ask, incredulous. “And just who are you to tell me with whom I’m allowed to cavort?” (Yes I like big words, I’m a liberal arts major, give me a break!) Danny leans back a little and looks me in the eye, almost melting me. “Guys like that only want one thing, and you’re not giving it to them,” he says with a finality that almost has me laughing. “Again, who are you to be telling me this? Besides why should it matter to you?” Danny moves one hand to cup my jaw, his thumb rubbing my cheek. His lips hover right above mine, and I can feel his breath mingling with my own. “Watching you with that guy tonight… well I didn’t like it. Actually, I don’t like it when you dance with any of those other guys.” I’m incredibly confused at this point, because it has never occurred to me that Danny would feel like that! Then it really hits me: he was watching me! My heart flutters at the thought, and I feel my juices start to flow, of course that could have been because Danny has moved his other hand to the curve of my hip. I swallow, and barely get out my next question. “And why… um… why don’t you like it when I dance with them?” Danny smiles seductively, and I feel my nipples harden in arousal. “Because, Teens, it makes me jealous.” He draws me closer to him, and presses his hips firmly into mine. I inhale sharply as I feel his erection pressing into my belly. He nuzzles my hair again, inhaling deeply and whispers “I’ve wanted you for so long…” His confession rocks me to the core. I had no idea! I jerk back, looking him in the eye and ask “What? Wait, what? Why? How? When? I… uh… what?” Yup, I’m that articulate. Danny just chuckles, pulls me back to him and says “Hmm, I think since you started hanging out with us.” He moves his hand into my hair and his other slips around my waist. I suddenly realize my hands have found their way to his sides, where I now grip his shirt. He continues, “Do you remember that time when we went out karaoke-ing years ago, and you got drunk and fought some random chick?” Of course I remember that night! I still had a light scar on my arm from where the bitch scraped me with her fake nails. “Yeah… well she started it!” is my response, my years of university education clearly shining through. “And you kicked her ass, and then tried to act like she didn’t hurt you at all, even though you were bleeding all over the place,” Danny says with a smile, as his hand moves to stroke my scar. “Well that was the night I realized you were all grown up. It was downhill from then.” “But… I mean you dated Vicky for like four years between then and now!” Danny sighs.