My Boyfriend's Brother

She could feel his warm breath on her neck, his hands slowly tracing down her hips… She felt a sudden urge to bite his lips, but those same lips seemed too busy leaving a trail of soft kisses from her collar bone to her breasts. -          Oh, Ryan… - whispered Valerie under her breath and sighed ever so slightly, as the man in front of her seemed to finally locate an area of her body that has been deserted for a good few weeks now and so desperately needed attention.   The man took a step back, showing off a mischievous smile. He seemed awfully pleased with himself. And pleased he should’ve been. Valerie could not take her eyes of him. She was terrified that if she did, this perfect man, this wonderful mirage of him would disappear. After all, its not every day that a girl gets to stare in the deep, hypnotizing eyes of Ryan Gosling as he gropes her. Wait a second. The Ryan Gosling? “The Notebook” lover boy Ryan Gosling? Well, surely that can’t be right. No, sir. Not only did she not find him that good of an actor, she didn’t even fancy him all that much either. I mean, sure, he had this not-so-handsome-but-kinda-charming thing going for him, but he still wouldn’t be her first choice from the wide list of celebrities available. The obvious question was, why was it him and not Chris Hemsworth, for example. An even more obvious (and perhaps, more logical) question would be, how did she, your average coffee shop waitress from Southampton meet a massively popular American celebrity. And the answer was, she did not.   An alarm went off, taking away the last ounce of hope that this wonderful vision of Ryan was more than just a dream. - f**k, - mumbled Val, slowly returning to reality. She could still feel the soft touch of strong hands on her hips and light kisses on her neck. And could you blame her for not wanting to let go of that feeling? After all, its been weeks since she’s seen her boyfriend Sam (or rather long-distance-joke of a relationship) and has not felt a touch of a man for what felt like ages. This alone gives her the right to have hot, steamy dream-s*x with anyone she likes. Speaking of which, they never got to the actual s*x part of it, did they? A playful smile crossed Valerie’s face, as her left hand found its way down to her legs and then between them. Wet. Perhaps this dream of hers was going to have a happy ending after all. Moments like this made her so unbelievably happy that she had finally left her family home and rented this charming studio. She shook her head, trying to turn the train of thought back to the dream. Where were we? Oh right, Ryan was blindly searching between her legs, trying to map out where the c**t would be. Valerie, on the other hand, had no problems finding it.   Another alarm made her snap back to reality, reminding her of all things “adult”, namely work, responsibilities and other things much less interesting than playing with yourself. She mumbled something about the stupid job underneath her breath and turned around to pick her phone up from the bedside table. The ever-so-helpful notifications promptly informed her that she had a missed call from her dad, 3 unread emails and a text from Sam: ‘I want to talk. Please. Text me.’ This short message quickly brought up the memories of all the other “talks” they’ve had in the past month. None of them ending pretty, none of them changing anything. The status of their relationship has remained questionable. But Sam kept saying that he wanted to “clear things up”. She thought of what else could she possibly say to him, all the way through having a shower, brushing her teeth and fixing her make up. She proceeded to think of what else he could possibly say to her, while wiggling her way into a pair of jeans and pulling on a black cropped sweater. Thinking about it, unsurprisingly, turned out to be a complete waste of time. “I’m going back home over the weekend. Can talk then.” – is what she finally texted him back after about half an hour of tedious thinking. A response came back almost instantly. “I have some news”.  - News? – asked Valerie, not really directing the question at anyone, - Well, color me intrigued.