A New Nothing | *R-18* | HOLD

#3. Sweet Nothing

7-4-23.

"Hello," I answered, breathing hard.

"Nelly, how about meeting up with me?" Andrés ask, my best friend asks.

"Sure," I agreed. "Where at?"

"I will pick you up. How's that?" He asks.

"Okay," I muttered, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Hell is about to go down," he stammered.

My heart sauntered, and I clicked the phone button.

I was always there for Andrés Wilds. We are always there for each other.
He's actually hot, obsessed with himself, but I refuse to think of him any other way. We are just friends.

I get dressed, pulling on my jeans, and shortie white top, exposing some skin. Grabbing my purse, slipping my phone inside.

"Mom, Andrés is coming by to pick me up," I muttered.

"Oh, Andrew," she smiled.

"Don't say anything to him about Colton," I warned, "He doesn't know anything about Colton, and I don't want to stir things up."

"Colton is your neighbor. He's most likely will see you leaving with a young man. Have you told him about Andrés?" My mother asks.

I ignore her.

"Silence speaks in volumes," my mother assures.

"Of what?" I ask.

She shakes her head, "Can't wait to see the turnout. You know how I feel about Andrés."

"Andrés Wilds, he's always been my friend. Please don't make it out to be more, and you know how I feel about Colton. End of story."

"Mom, you try to distort, distract, and confuse my feelings, I mean, stir shit. I know for sure that pigs can't fly and how I feel about Colton."

"I am speaking my mind, and my opinion, which means nothing to you," she declared, like she knew what was best for me.

"I think you have enough on your plate. Why don't you go back to your husband?" I ask.

"Ex," she reminded me, "We are divorced, and I like to burn old bridges," she implied.

"I know the two of you are hitting it off, so stop being defensive. I don't care who you are snagging," I stated.

"I feel that sometimes I can't help myself, and he comforts me in a strong way," she hands me a bottle of water, "In case you get thirsty."

"Thanks," I took the water, "I will be back when I get back."

"Ok," I have a few errands to run." She informs me.

I softly kiss her on the forehead, "Alright, I know you wanna be a worry-wart, stop fussing," I meant it.
"You know that I can handle myself, even if you think something shady is going on."

"You're my little lamb, and you don't take any lollipops if a man offers," she warned.

"Of course not, we understand each other," I breathed, "I am not a screw up."

"Running full force with a best friend, he may want a field day," mom noted.

Feeling hurt is nothing new to me, but when it stems from a mother's love, it stings more than ever.

"Your ex has the expertise in hurting you, burning you too many times, and you see only what you want to see, mother," I claimed.

"Sunshine, sand, palm trees, and he has you where he wants you, fucked," I smiled.

She only looked at me, like she had a bad connection.

A car horn sounded.

"Sorry, I gotta go, bye," I muttered.
She only waved as I turned, going out the door.

Andrés opened the door, "Ready?" He asks.

"Yes, miracles happen," I breathed.

"What, don't tell me that you and your mother are knocking heads again?" He asks.

"I guess we just don't see eye-to-eye, so what's up?" I ask, being curious.

"A mouse being toyed with by a cat," he remarked.

"Interesting, now what is planned B?" I pan out.

"Lucky for you, I have not figured it out," Andrés says.

"We always face anything that comes our way. Do you need me to figure out the problem for you?"

"No one makes my decisions," Andrés pointed out.

"Sounds good," I muttered.

"I have to take responsibility for my actions," he stammered.

He didn't sound like he was in a good mood.

"All I want to do is to hold you, make the bad go away," he stammered.

He pulled up in his driveway, "Will you spend the night with me? Help me settle things."

"Of course," taking his hand.

I lay beside Andrés, our hands together, he touches me, "Have you ever wondered how it would feel, if I kissed you?"

"Yes," I have wondered, staring into his sadness.

Our lips melted together as I felt myself trembling.

He held me tenderly, I pushed him back, "Enough."

He became another person. I had never seen him like this before.
Again, his lips crossed mine, and before I knew it, I was holding him.

A frantic scramble, as he was on top of me, I was confused, only wanting to help him.

We held each other, both quiet. Our eyes closed, and I drifted off, thinking of Colton, what he was doing. The kiss, the longing, our bodies together, burning desires running through me.

I was in his arms, his kisses exciting me, I slid away my panties, and I felt him inside me, as our bodies burned together.

Without opening my eyes, it was magically moving our bodies in rhythmic motions.

I opened my eyes, and I was unaware of how late it was.

"What time is it?" Looking at Andrés.

He checked his watch, "Ten, you want to go home?"

"Yes, what will my mother think if I spent the night with you?"

"Nothing, we are best friends," Andrés compiled.

"She will think that we are being more than friends," I muttered.

"Alright, I will take you home tomorrow," Andrés says, "I think you will grow to love me."

"I already love you, smurf-head," I teased.

"Stop calling me smurf-head. You know my head can swell," he pulled down his boxers, showing me.

"Stop that teasing me with your significant other head," I laughed.

"Is it blue, I only have two heads, and you can see the one on my shoulders. I know you are not colored blind," he smiled.

"Stop showing off. We are best friends, we go skinny dipping together, I have seen your cock so many times," I breathed.

"But, you haven't had it inside of you or been intimate with it," he says, pulling me on top of him.

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