V is for Victory.

“Your girlfriend’s very considerate, asking me to drive you home when she could have just let you walk.”

“She was worried about me walking around in the dark,” I replied. “And my girlfriend is a little strong a term just yet. We’ve only had half a date.”

“Aw. That’s sweet.”

Rebecca pulled away from the kerb, grinning at me. “She must really like you. Although I’m not sure she’d think much of that last bit.”

I glanced across at her.

She was still wearing the same outfit she'd worn to the cinema: the fitted top, the ridiculously short skirt, and the confident expression of someone who knew perfectly well that she looked good. Kat had spent the evening in track pants and an oversized jumper, completely unaware that Rebecca had apparently dressed for an entirely different occasion.

The contrast was almost funny.

“You know, most people would have changed into something comfortable by now,” I said.

“Most people haven't had such an interesting evening.”

“Interesting?”

“Watching my two favourite people pretend they weren't on a full date while one of them practically climbed over me to kiss the other.” She gave me a sideways glance. “Very romantic. Not particularly good for my personal space, but romantic.”

“You're never going to let us forget that, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

We laughed, and for a few minutes, the conversation stayed light. Rebecca made fun of the film, complained about the cinema's popcorn prices, and imitated Kat's completely justified expression of frustration when she'd finally landed a kiss from me.

But as we turned onto our street, her teasing gradually faded.

Our houses were right beside each other. We'd lived next door to one another since we were five, and I could practically have walked home with my eyes closed. Still, Rebecca slowed as she approached my driveway, as though she weren't quite ready for the evening to end.

“So,” she said, “did you have a good time?”

“With Kat?”

“No, with the cinema snacks.” She rolled her eyes. “Yes, with Kat.”

“I did.”

“Good. I bet you're glad I organised this whole evening now.”

Her smile wavered slightly.

“I'm happy for you. Honestly.”

I turned towards her. “You don't sound particularly happy.”

“I'm working on it.”

She looked down at her lap, smoothing the fabric of her skirt before looking back at me.

“It's just strange, isn't it? I've spent my entire life assuming you'd always be there. And now you're going on dates with Kat, taking evening strolls in parks, kissing during movies…”

She gave me a pointed look.

“You know, all that stuff you were supposed to do with me.”

I stared at her.

I couldn't tell whether she was joking. That uncertainty had always been one of Rebecca's greatest weapons against me. She could say something that sounded completely innocent, look me in the eye, and leave me wondering for the next three days whether there had been something more behind it. Only this time, there was something different about her expression. She looked nervous.

“Rebecca…”

“Oh, don't look at me like that.” She smiled, but there was something vulnerable behind it. “I'm allowed to be a little jealous, aren't I?”

“Of course.”

“Good.”

She leaned across the centre console before I could say anything else and kissed me.

For a moment, I simply sat there, stunned. Rebecca was kissing me. Rebecca. My best friend. The girl I'd spent years wanting, the girl I'd watched laugh with other boys and listened to describe her latest crush while pretending it didn't hurt. The girl I'd convinced myself would never look at me and see anything other than the familiar boy next door. And now she was kissing me. When she pulled back, she didn't go far. Her face remained only inches from mine, and her eyes searched my expression.

I had a choice. I could remember Kat's smile when we'd left the cinema. I could remember the way she'd leaned against me in the park, how she'd finally found the courage to kiss me, and how I'd told her I wanted to see where things went. I could think about all of that. Or I could stop pretending I hadn't dreamed of this moment for years.

I kissed Rebecca back.

The whole world seemed to close in around me, collapsing down until it was just Rebecca and me kissing recklessly. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I met it in kind. My hand reached out for her body, and we were suddenly kissing and hugging right over the centre console of the car. Rebecca’s arms were wrapped tightly around the back of my shoulders while I gripped the small of her back with one hand and the other grabbed a handful of her arse through the ridiculous skirt that she’d worn.

We kissed like that for a few minutes before Rebecca broke us apart. She stared at me wild-eyed, breathing heavily until she suddenly pushed me roughly away. I fell back into the passenger’s seat of her car. I immediately thought I’d offended her. That she was mad I was making out with her behind her best friend’s back.

Instead, Rebecca climbed up out of her spot in the driver’s seat and crested the centre console. She didn’t stop until she sat herself down on my lap, knees either side of my waist. Her silly little skirt became a belt as it rose completely up. I could see a tiny pair of panties covering her crotch as the rest of her legs were bare on top of me. She kissed me again. Much easier this time. Being on my lap, Rebecca was the perfect height to slide her tongue back into her mouth. I grabbed two great handfuls of her arse cheeks and held her as Rebecca started to grind herself against me. It felt sensational as the windows on the car began to fog.

“Well someone seems to be enjoying himself,” Rebecca said as she reach between us and squeezed the hard bulge of my cock she’d been rubbing on for the last two minutes.

Heat rushed into my face. “Rebecca.”

“What?” she asked innocently. “I'm only making an observation.”

“You're enjoying this way too much,” I grunted as she continued to squeeze and rub my straining hard on through my pants.

“Can you blame me? I've been waiting a very long time to find out how bad you wanted me. And judging by your reaction, I'd say I have my answer.”

I couldn't deny it. She was right there, looking beautiful in the outfit she'd chosen, and I was still caught up in the excitement of finally being wanted by her. I reached a hand of my own past hers and under the seam of her panties. I slid a finger into her very wet pussy.

“Just as much as you want me,” I echoed as I started to finger Rebecca’s pussy.

Rebecca was definitely at a disadvantage in this situation. My cock was locked away behind my zipper and my belt, whereas I was able to easily add another finger inside her. She tried to pleasure me as she could while my hand was becoming greasier by the minutes.

She kissed me once more and let go of my groin, then glanced through the windscreen towards my house. “So, are you going to sit here all night, or are you going to come inside?”

I blinked. “Inside where?”

She stared at me. “My house, you idiot.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” She laughed. “That's all you've got?”

“I wasn't expecting an invitation.”

“Clearly. I've practically had to drag every bloody bit of action out of you tonight.”

I glanced at my front door. My family was home, and I had absolutely no desire to explain why I'd spent the last half hour sitting out front in Rebecca's car.

I nodded eagerly. “Yes. Let’s go inside,” I said huskily.

Rebecca climbed out of the car through the passenger door, and I followed her out onto the pavement. The first thing she did was pull her skirt back down so she wasn’t standing out the front of my house with her g-string showing. The cool night air did very little to settle my nerves as we crossed the short distance to her front door. She unlocked it and stepped inside, turning to face me as I followed.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” she announced.

“Your parents are going to love hearing that introduction.”

“They're not home.”

I paused.

Rebecca noticed. “Relax. I wouldn't have invited you in if they were.”

She reached for my hand again and led me further inside, closing the front door behind us. Rebecca guided me until we ended up standing inside her bedroom, looking at one another. Without the car's cramped interior, without the streetlights shining through the windows, everything suddenly felt much more real.

Rebecca tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “So,” she said, trying for casual and not quite managing it, “now what?”

I smiled. “You tell me. You're the one who invited me over.”

“Right. And here I thought you might occasionally take the initiative.”

Goaded into action, I guided us towards the bed. Rebecca gave me an approving look when I pushed her down onto her back and then climbed down afterwards. Again her skirt was abused as I pushed her legs apart and sank my hips between them. Rebecca moaned into the side of my ear and set all the hairs on my body standing up as I started to thrust my hips against her, just as she’d been doing in the car. She hooked her legs behind my knees and started pulling up the ends of my shirt.

“Shit, wait! I need to go get something,” I suddenly thought. “I’ll be right back.”

I didn’t want to be seen coming through the front door of my house, as it would lead to a whole bunch of questions from Heather about what I was doing that I just wasn’t interested in right now. Instead, I took the route Rebecca almost always took when she wanted to visit my house. I was out through her window and over the back fence before Rebecca could even lift her head off the bed. I was glad I’d got into the habit of keeping my window unlocked, as I was able to climb inside and quickly find what I was searching for. The condom Heather had gotten me.

When I came back inside her room, Rebecca was lying under the bedsheets waiting for me.

“What took you so long?” she laughed as she flicked back the covers to show she was completely naked underneath.

I couldn’t help but stare for a few seconds at Rebecca’s incredible nude body. It was even better than I imagined so many times. Long, lean and without a single strand of body hair left in sight. Moderate breasts with well-defined pink nipples lay attracting me.

I had to shake my head to bring myself to my senses. I quickly kicked off my clothes and joined Rebecca naked on the bed. My cock was as hard as it could be as I ran my hands along Rebecca soft, smooth skin. She was able to close her hand around my cock this time easily and started some long, easy, slow strokes that only fired me up more.

I went to move my body down lower so I could go down on Rebecca as I asked, “Do you want me to first?”

Rebecca shook her head. “No. I need to have you inside me. Right now!” Becca said the last part forcefully.

There was no more delaying it. I grabbed the packet of rubbers I’d brought over and rolled one on before nestling myself back between Rebecca’s thighs. She’d been right that she was ready for me as her slicked lips parted incredibly easily as I slowly lowered my cock between them. Rebecca gasped and then moaned extensively as I broke through her body's scant natural resistance and was soon lying with my hard shaft all the way inside.

“Is this alright?” I made sure to ask before I did anything further.

Rebecca nodded, and I could see the beginning of a tear in the corner of each of her eyes. “It’s what I’ve always wanted. Now take. Make me yours.”

I did just that. Lowering my weight gently on top of her, I started to work my cock back and forth slowly. Rebecca cried out in exquisite pain for a first minute before she began relaxing and enjoying it fully. Her mouth found mine, and we were quickly kissing passionately as we made love together, her body accepting me as I built up speed. She was incredibly tight, as I’d expect a virgin to be, but this was counter balanced by her extreme wetness. My cock was almost instantly covered in her juices as they started to collect between us in a lather of pure white. The heat of Becca’s pussy was sweltering, and when she started to cum after only a few minutes, I could barely move because of how she gripped me. My best friend since childhood writhed and shuddered on my cock below me. I was sure she was moving more than I was.

When the throbbing of Rebecca’s pussy subsided, she suddenly became even wetter than before. I could move with incredible freedom inside. I knew I wouldn’t last too much longer.

Especially when Rebecca started encouraging me. “Your turn. I want you to cum for me.”

I tried to contain myself and last as long as I could. One, as it felt fucking incredible, and two, because I didn’t want Rebecca to think I popped off too soon. I managed maybe another three or four minutes before I couldn’t fight it any longer.

“I’m going to cum!” I told Rebecca, but it was already too late as my cock had started pulsing as I was speaking.

“Yes, baby! Cum for me,” Rebecca cooed.

I didn’t notice in my euphoria as Rebecca joined me in a second, smaller climax of her own. I was too distracted by the gigantic throbbing of my cock as it barked out shot after shot of red-hot cum inside Rebecca. Maybe it was the 13 years of wanting her, but my orgasm blew my mind clear off the face of the earth. I was barely aware I still existed two minutes later as I still lay on top of Rebecca, my cock still inside her, hips clenching and my nerves pulsing.

It was her tender stroking of my hair on the back of my head that drew me back to reality. I had to force my muscles to react again as I lifted myself off Rebecca and pulled out of her. I was sweating an unbelievable amount as I rolled onto my back beside her. She reached for my arm, and we pulled ourselves in together as we recovered from what we’d just done together. The two of us were panting and drawing in air sharply as one. It would take a long time for my heart rate to go back to normal.

Eventually, Rebecca lifted her head and smiled at me.

“You know this means I'm going to be absolutely insufferable now.”

I laughed. “You already were.”

“True. But now I have evidence.”