Loving Becky

8

A minute after our wild escapade, a part of me still found it hard to believe that everything was real despite all the evidence to contradict it; us being naked in the same bed, our heavy breathing, and the sticky sweats on our bodies just beginning to dry.

Becky looked gorgeous in her nude glory as she laid her head on my chest. “Are you okay?” I asked after a few moments of silence between us. Part of me was still waiting for her to freak out and say all this was a mistake. A terrible one.

Smiling against my chest, she kissed the indentation between the two sides of my ribcage. “That was the best sex of my life.”

Obviously, she had a wealth of experience to compare to it, but it didn't matter. I had my own experiences and what mattered was that she was with me. “So you don't regret any of it?”

“None of it.” She replied. “You?”

“Me neither.” I told her.

A comfortable silence descended on us for a while, before I realized that things couldn't have changed spontaneously. Something had to have happened to cause Becky to give herself to me so unexpectedly.

“What changed, Becky?” I asked, hoping my simple question would make her understand all that I wanted to know.

“I can't really tell.” She begun. “After our last talk, I couldn't stop thinking about you, about us. No matter how much I tried. And I realized my thoughts of you weren't exactly innocent anymore. When it got too persistent, I thought dating again would help me get you out of my mind. I was totally wrong. I just kept on imagining the guy to be you while we had dinner, even when we were kissing. And that was when I realized that I'm in love with you after all.”

I didn't say anything as I assessed the circumstances through which she'd realized her love for me. Silence reigned until she spoke. “But I think I've been in love with you for a long time. Just didn't realize it.”

“Why did you not?” I asked her, needing all the proof I could get to be sure she wasn't just misreading her feelings for me.

“It's hard to explain. I think my subconsciousness was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

Becky sighed before elaborating. “I've always cherished the security being best friends with you provided me. You are the one I trusted enough to run to when things became tough, when my relationships failed. And I guess that subconscious part of me was afraid if I allowed more than friendship to exist between us, that I would lose that sense of security. Instead of being my comfort, you would become the one who held the power to break my heart, and my subconsciousness didn't want that to happen.”

She raised her head to look at me, quirking an eye brow. “Am I even making sense?”

“You are.” I told her even though I was a tad confused by a bit of what she was saying. “I never told you about my feelings for you because I was afraid it would destroy our friendship.”

She nodded, placing her head back on my chest while I stroke her silky hair. “I guess that's why I insisted that all I felt for you wasn't feelings for a potential lover. My subconsciousness should've trusted in you, in the honourable man you are. It should've trusted in us and know that we would be able to navigate every curve ball life throws our way
You're my David and I'm your Becky, and we can trust in the security of our love.”

David and Becky, I thought as I smiled. Our parents used that to tease us in reference to Romeo and Juliet, but the new meaning behind it made my chest bloom with joy.

She loves me. Becky truly loves me. Not as a friend, nor like a brother. But as the man of her life.

Delirious with happiness, I moved to lie on top of her as my body warmed with desire and my member hardened. I was about to kiss her when she asked me a question that jolted me out of the moment.

“What about your girlfriend?”

Oh my God! Lexi!

That was the exact moment the door clicked open and Lexi entered, a worried look on her face initially.

“David, the front door...” She trailed off as she saw me naked on top of Becky. Her expression transformed from disbelief to shock and then to horror.