Beyoncé and Kelly One Shots

Her Best Friend

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Beyoncé

"Hey mom. Meet Kelly, my best friend." Rue, my daughter, introduces me to her best friend.

"Hi, I'm Rue's mom. You can call me Ms. Knowles or BB."

"Okay. Nice to meet you Ms. Knowles." Kelly shakes my hand. They walk to the kitchen.

"Dude, your mom is gorgeous." I hear Kelly mumble.

"I know." Rue says. I roll my eyes. That girl is gonna be the death of me.

"Thank you, Kelly." I smirk, walking to my room.

"Oh!" She says, surprised and a little scared.

"Y-you're welcome." She replies, sheepishly. I take a quick shower and lotion my body. I put on a shirt and shorts and my robe, going downstairs.

"Kelly?"

"Yes Ms. Knowles?" She looks up at me.

"What's your full name?"

"Kelendria."

"Kelendria... okay." I smile. Kelly smiles a bit and then turns back to her phone. Now I wanna play. I smirk, evilly.

"Do you drink?"

"Occasionally." She shrugs.

"Come get some wine." I wave her over.

"Yes ma'am. What kind do you have?"

"The kind that makes you feel sexy."

"Hell yea." She smiles.

"Can you hold your alcohol?"

"Yes." She smirks.

"Can you?"

"Hell no."

"This will be fun." Kelly grabs a glass and fills it half way. I down my first glass and she eyes me.

"You wanna get drunk don't you?"

"Yes I do." I nod.

"Where's Rue?"

"She went to bed. She has a headache."

"Oh okay." I pour another glass and start dancing around the room.

"Lightweight." Kelly laughs.

"And? Dance with me."

"I can't dance."

"Oh well." We dance to nothing and I grab her hand, turn around, and grind on her. I face her and grind on her and she lightly grabs my waist. I whine my hips and she bites her lip. I turn back around and grind my ass on her.

"I think you've had enough to drink."

"You're probably right." I say after taking another sip.

"You're going to bed, so I can go take a shower."

"So soon? You don't wanna stay?" I wrap my arms around her and pout.

"You need to go to sleep... or at least go in your room."

"Come on. Y'all don't have class till 10."

"No. Let's go."

"Please don't make me go." I pout, putting my hand on her chest. I play with her bottom lip and bite mine.

"Ms. Knowles-."

"Beyoncé, baby." Kelly looks damn near mesmerized as I tell her my name and then proceed to call her baby.