My best friend’s older brother had me pinned on the stairs at their party

It was crowded and loud, people spilling drinks and laughing, and I was halfway up the stairs trying to escape the chaos for a minute. Then he appeared out of nowhere, blocking my way like he’d been waiting for me to be alone.

He leaned in close, his hand on the railing above my head, trapping me there. I could smell his cologne, feel the heat rolling off him, my stomach flipping as his eyes dragged down my body slow, like he was imagining everything he’d do if no one walked by.

He stepped closer, his thigh brushing mine, his fingers grazing my bare arm just enough to make my knees wobble. My panties were ruined already, heart hammering so loud I thought he’d hear it, but I didn’t move. Couldn’t. It felt wrong and filthy and so good I wanted to beg him not to stop.

Someone called his name from below and he finally stepped back, smirking like he knew exactly what kind of mess he’d left me in. I stayed on those stairs for a long time, too shaky to face anyone, wishing it had gone further.