"Yup. You're hot bro. I hope you know that." Me? Oh my god, look at you sis. You are every guys fantasy."Britney meekly smiled and walked closer to he... brother. She reached up and touched his hard chest. "I'm ready to go home," she said softly."Oh... well did you need a ride?" Bryan asked disappointed.Britney touched his face. "No I mean I'm ready to go home with you."Bryan felt as if he'd been knocked down by a hard wind. "W-with me?" Yes with you."Bryan wasn't going to argue with that. He. From that moment on, I was lusting after her.Our interaction at work was limited, but I was always professional, occasionally throwing in a joke or two, trying to make her laugh a little bit, maybe get her to see that I'm not a fucking creep like the rest of the fuck-tards at work. I'd hear them from time to time, make fat-jokes about her. The usual immature stuff, "beached whale", "Michelin woman", I knew that if I wanted to get anywhere with Justine, I had absolutely no competition. Main courses followed. The conversation didn’t stop for a moment. Time stood still even though the clock said 8 and then 9PM. I was falling all over again. “I remember how you always made me eat ice cream whenever we went out for dinner.” “Did I? Really?” I replied. “Yes. And it was always vanilla. With cream if they had it. Don’t you remember feeding it to me and somehow always dribbling it down my chin?” “The messier I got the happier you seemed” she said. “I have no idea what you’re. Not here - up north at Pismo," he bragged.Looking him right in the eye, I asked, "Care to 'teach' me?"His eyes perked up when I said that, and whether 'teach' was a trigger word or not, Michael smiled and made a date for Sunday, his day off.I was so glad he saw past the surfing pretense because he took me to a very secluded cove, and he didn't bring his surf board!With no need for any more pretense, I put my arms around Michael's neck and let him press his lips to mine.He kissed like a.