One Night Stand with My Best Friend

You have to want it too

“Where are you going?” Kyle asked me when I moved from his chair where I have been sitting with one foot up watching him play games in his Xbox.

“Shower.”

He didn’t look away from his game when he replied, “Oh…you know where the towels are right?”

“Uh…yeah.” I said, making my way towards his bathroom.

Once in there, I began foraging for a spare toothbrush and a spare towel which he stored in one of the cupboards. Finding the contents, I began cleaning myself from yesterday’s sweat and grime, the result of partying and drinking excessively.

After finishing, I planned to dress in Kyle’s sweats and t-shirt since my dress was inappropriate for casual outing. But, I couldn’t do this without relieving my skin from being uncomfortably dry. Kyle never stored his skin cream in the bathroom. I knew, I had to go back in there, somehow.

So, tying the towel firmly around my body, I walked towards the bathroom door.

Opening the door, I peaked in to see what he was doing. He was still absorbed in his game. I smiled because I knew he wasn’t going to remove his eyes from that game no matter what.

So, with light and tentative steps, I made my way towards one of his side bed drawer where I grabbed the skin cream successfully.

I was about to dash backwards to the bathroom, when I heard his voice.

“What are you doing?” It was so sudden and unexpected. The fact that he was behind me startled me so much that I lost grip of my towel and the lotion I carried.

It happened like a flash. One minute, I had a towel to cover my naked body. The next, I was standing there, in front of him, shamefully bare.

Our gasps echoed each other’s and while his eyes were raking all over my body, I was busy trying to snap out of my shock so that I would use my arms to cover my modesty.

Shit! I thought as I bit my lower lip, trying to avoid those boring eyes that were gleaming mischievously with the help of his smirk.

He licked his lips unconsciously and I wished he hadn’t because it was that action that made me imagine how his tongue would feel like, doing amorous things to me.

I averted my eyes, shamefully staring at the floor. He didn’t help my situation when he boldly approached me, moving so close, I ended up feeling heat radiating from his body.

My heart was pummelling my chest and I wondered if he could hear it.

But, he did something unimaginable.

One of his hands moved to tilt my chin up so that I was forced to look at him. The thumb stroking my chin burned the skin there.

“Why are you ashamed, Keya?” He asked, shocking me once more by his boldness.

Well if you haven’t noticed my whole body is exposed for you to see! I answered him in my mind.

“You shouldn’t be,” he continued, when I didn’t reply his inquiry

He released my chin only for both of his hands to start at the base of my neck, slowly tracing down to my shoulders and arms. His touch seemed to leave sizzling tingles in their wake.

“Ky—” My voice was barely audible as I protested. He shushed me before I could continue.

He then took hold of both of my arms that were shielding where I didn’t want him see. He tugged on them so that I was forced to expose myself to him. I looked away when I felt his eyes boring unto my chest, his emeralds scorching me from head to toe.

“Hey,” He suddenly released one of my arms to grip my chin again. It felt like I was being submerged by the depth of his eyes.

“You’re beautiful.”

I was trying to get a hold of myself, trying to process the situation that was currently occurring. My best friend was watching my naked form with hungry eyes. The look he was giving me was enough to make me even feel hungry…but for what?

“I want to try something… do you trust me?” He suddenly asked, his eyes piercing unto mine but I could tell that he was struggling to not look at my protruding n*****s.

I nodded because I trusted him with my whole being.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said and I admit, it’s been bugging me for quite a while now.” He moved backwards to study me fully. I breathed out suddenly, not realising I’ve been holding a breath from his proximity.

“I say a lot of things…you have to specific.” I found my voice even though it was croaky and dry.

“When you said you’ve never had an orgasm… I just can’t get my head around it.” He said, his eyes brazenly flickering down to that anatomy between my thighs. It was hard trying to repress the urge to shield this from his view. It took a lot of will just to keep still.

When his words registered in my brain, I gaped at him in shock. I tried to speak, but I only ended up opening and closing my mouth as a result from my astonishment. I was rendered completely speechless.

“I mean, that’s the crucial part of why people have s*x in the first place. Haven’t you ever wondered what having one will feel like?” He asked moving towards me again.

“Well, I…um…hmm.”

One of his eyebrows arched in response to my incoherent sentence. At this point he was already inches away from reaching me.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about how much I want to change that.” He declared. In a flash he was before me, his breath fanning against me as he leaned down to my level.

My head angled sideways, accepting his advance as if ready to be kissed. I could hardly contain myself. My mind was going haywire and my body was reacting willingly to his closeness. With my eyes both closed, I could feel his lips just inches from mines. But he didn’t kiss me.

“But…” I felt him draw away slightly. “I can’t only want that. You have to want it too.” His voice seemed strangled, his tone a lot sexier and huskier.

I swallowed my already dry throat as if I was getting ready to say something. I knew I wouldn’t though. I could hardly think of anything to say.

All I seemed to do was just to nod my head, and even though my eyes were closed I could feel his grin. I didn’t want to open my eyes because to open them, meant being swallowed whole by his pool of green orbs.

“Open your eyes.” He seemed to demand.

I shook my head, refusing.

“Keya…” He touched my neck, his other hand at my back, holding me flush against him.

I was compelled to open my eyes, just to see his reaction. When I did, the lust I saw printed there was enough to drive me even crazier than I was already feeling.

“Do you want this?” He asked me, the hand at my back burned me as he stroked my spine. “You have to say it.”

I want to scream it.

“Yes. I want this.”

“Want what?” His tone was afflicted.

To have s*x with you./( Can’t believe she just said that?)

“I want to have my first orgasm.” Gone was reason, all my brain seemed to imagine at this moment was him doing all sorts to my body.

He grinned. “This is not about my pleasure, nor is it about me having permission to touch you.” He released his hands from me.

“It’s about your pleasure…”

I squirmed, my body not sure how react to this overwhelming emotions.

“And in order to get to that, I have to turn you on, first.” He continued.

“So, tell me…” His face moved down to my ears and he began nibbling on my lobe. All the while, his fingers were slowly trailing downwards to my neck, my collarbone and eventually in between my breasts. “Does this feel good?”

“Hmm…” It was the only response I could give him. What did he want me to say? That yes, it felt more than good? That in fact, it was such a turn on, because his fingers touching me like that left heat boiling my blood in the process of burning me to the core.

“Good.” He said, pulling flash against him.

The soon he pulled me towards him was when his lips descended on the skin of my neck. His hands were roaming everywhere, touching everywhere around my body. And through it all, I was wondering when he was going to kiss me.

However, this thought didn’t linger in my mind for long because his hands were suddenly cupping my br**sts, his lapping mouth searing downwards to my n***les. I made groaning noises as I held on to him for support. What he was doing, it was turning my legs into jelly.

I think he wanted more leverage because he picked me up swiftly by my waist and moved us to his bed.

It was there that his roaming hands began to slow, his fingers trailing down to that certain territory. Even though I anticipated it, it was still a shock to feel him touching me there.

His hot breath was laboured against my neck when he gasped. “You’re so wet already.”

I mewled when I felt him begin to stroke me there, that sudden movement made everything go hazy.

I don’t remember how it happened, but I remembered that it was the feel of his hands rubbing and circling me there; driving both my body and mind so crazy it was inevitable.

It tried to hold it, but when he inserted his middle finger inside me, stroking me in and out, triggered it. I finally reached my unavoidable climax. It could only be described as an out of body experience when I felt waves after waves of pleasure completely swallowing me whole. All I could do was moan out loudly as I let it wash over me.

Kyle on the other hand, barely contained himself. His breathing was rough and ragged against my throat. His body, pressed so closely towards me made me feel more than the contours of his jeans pressing against me. It was after I found my bearings when I realised that it was his arousal that was protruding from his jeans.

A moment passed before he removed his hands from me, shifting his body away to lie facing the ceiling, both of us breathing in laboured breaths.

When I felt it safe to open my eyes, the first thing I saw was the bridge between Kyle’s jeans. He had one his arm draped around his face, his other hand—the one that he used—lying dormant on top of his stomach.

It hadn’t hit me yet—what we just done—but I knew right then and there that this was a turning point of our relationship. When this realisation dawned, I knew I couldn’t face confrontation or regret because all I kept thinking of, was that intense pleasure I just felt.

I had told him that I wanted it. It was the truth. But the embarrassment I was feeling now was so unbearable; I had to leave before we faced each other.

So, I ran to his bathroom where I left his clothes. In there, I began cleaning the oozing juices that were dripping from between my thighs as result of my orgasms. I wore my panties from yesterday along with Kyle’s t-shirt and sweats and then dashed back to his room to get my purse.

I only glanced at him and he looked like he was still mopping, he hadn’t changed his position. He still had one of his arms over his face, the other hand on his stomach. I watched the hand on his stomach and he was rubbing his fingers together as if rubbing off the feeling of me.

I darted my eyes away and concentrated on leaving. I took some cash out—the money I owed him for the car wash—and placed it on top of his drawer. Without words spoken from neither of us, I left his bedroom and ran down the stairs to his front door.

A sense of foreboding for what this will mean for our friendship completely took toll on me. I buried the feeling because it was useless and because all I kept thinking of, was what I had just experienced. It was crazy because I could still feel his fingers there between my thighs, as if it was an after feeling.

When I reached my car, I discarded my red dress and shoes at the backseat and began driving away from his house.

I took the road that will lead me to Sav’s house. I just wanted to get my bag from there and then go home—to ponder over what had happened—but I knew Sav was going to make me stay for more than necessary.

Getting into Sav’s house, I greeted Mrs Beirs and Lily again. Sav’s father was still out of town on a business trip. When I asked them where Sav was, they pointed upwards indicating that she was still upstairs in her room. I made my way there.

Sav was nodding to some music playing in her iPod stereo whilst she did her nails.