Hidden Feelings

Nyla

Long Beach, California 5:45PM

    I didn't want to be called out of my house, but I was. It I had the option, I would've stayed in my bed with Mr. Meowzer, working on translating French to English, or reading a romance book. But then again, I would rather not have to deal with the wrath of Amber coming to my house, marching in, and dragging me by my braids just to get out of the house. Girl is going to kill a person someday. 

    

    I'm already here, sitting beneath an umbrella to shield my skin. If I thought disobeying Amber was bad, not wearing the bathing suit she bought just for me would've been a death sentence. The girl doesn't play about her money, which I totally get. She said it cost about $140 for mine the same for hers. To me, $280 on a damn bikini is a lot. Maybe it's because I've never tried to wear one, or never cared for prices, but hey, she's the expert I guess.

    I never expected to be in such an outfit though, yet here I am. I've got the light pink top on me that hardly even contain my 36-38DDD boobs, and the bottom's make my butt look better than I thought. My stomach is out, which isn't something I would normally do, and it's through me off a little. I love my body, don't get me wrong, but this... I definitely wasn't expecting. Not that I don't want to look appealing, but this isn't really my style. 

    Amber doesn't need to know that, of course.

    "Hey Ny." I hear that deep gruff voice call from behind me. I turn around to see the tatted man that has been on my mind for a short while. Jay Smith. 

    "Hey Jay." I reply with a smile, standing to my feet on the towel. I let my skin be attacked by the gleaming sunlight, the bikini leaving little to protect. I think I see his eyes wonder over my body for a moment, and I don't necessarily blame him. I think I have a nice body. Squishy and plush with some toned muscles beneath the small amount of thickness. Not entirely fat, but pretty damn big in the chest and have enough ass for someone to grab.

    We exchange a hug, and I can't help but notice the muscles against my skin.The pale skin is warm against my brown skin, and I feel like I could just melt within his grasp. So tough and bulging, something that any woman would want wrapped around her. 

    Maybe me, but he doesn't need to know. No one does.

    Once we part from the hug, Amber comes jogging towards us in the same, her own tiny bikini and hourglass body showing little the imagination. "You two lovebirds can get a room, or you could come get your asses whopped in volleyball." Amber spits out with a confident smirk, jerking a thumb back to the volleyball court set on the beach. I don't know which one to be offended at; the 'get a room' comment, or the thought that she thinks she can whop my ass in some beach volleyball, or volleyball period.

    I snort out a laugh. "You? Beat me? In volleyball?" This girl knows that I'm more than likely the best person to play volleyball on this beach. I've played through my college career, and I coach. If anything, Amber has nothing on me. Amber crosses her arms, a cocky smirk on her face. "You heard me. So either get laid by my brother, or come fight me like a woman and show me what you got."

    Again, I'm still a little taken aback from her words. Get laid by her brother? What is she trying to imply? That I'd get some nice dick out of him? 

    No, he's just a friend. I wouldn't think of him like that unless I had some real feelings.

    Right?

    "You're on, blondie." I spit back with a confident smirk of my own. As Amber snickers and rushes back to the group of friends, I look back at Jay. "You know how to play, right?" I ask the taller male. 

    He smirks at me like no other, and it's got to be one of the most attractive and sexy things I've ever seen him done. "You haven't seen me hit babe." 

    With that, me and Jay are walking back to the court as partners ready to dominant.

*

    After absolutely dominating and putting everyone in their place, me and Jay are sitting on the side of the courts, watching as everyone is either drinking, laughing, still playing volleyball, or playing in the late night ocean.

    Jay is next to me, the smell of his regular odor and his musky scent filling my nose. I find it oddly alluring, along with his slightly sweaty appearance. The moonlight makes the muscles of his glimmer, and the sweat twinkle. He's always had the body of a Greek God, but this is much more appealing and yummy looking.

    He's got a body I absolutely wouldn't mind riding. 

    "You're really good." I compliment to get my mind off of what it would be like to have my friend's hips meeting mine in a needy thrust. 

    He looks at me with a little smirk, the right corner of his lip twitched up. "I told you I could hit baby." And he could. He wasn't lying, and I didn't think he was in the slightest. He's got all that height, and he definitely knows how to use it. He's coordinated and athletic, obviously he's a natural to any sport he picks up on if he's taught right. 

    I smile back at him in agreement. It's been a little long since I've just felt like this. Like I could just sit in silence with someone without it being totally damn awkward. Where neither of us has to say anything, and can just be comfortable in each other's presence. Of course there's only a few people I can do this with, and Jay just so happened to become one of them.

    Not only for that, but Jay has become many things. He's become a guy I can trust, a guy who I could tell anything and he wouldn't dare snitch and spill. He's a guy that I can really be vulnerable around, someone who can serve as the title 'Best Friend'. Amber is an exception, but she's much more of a 'Hype Best Friend' if you ask me. Jay is much more chill and composed.

    Speaking of which, maybe I was wrong to think that he was a guy who did all the hooking up. Maybe he's just a really attractive guy who just likes to deal with his own life. Maybe he's someone to commitment, or someone who's looking for the right one. 

    In all honesty, I wouldn't mind being the right one. I can already feel the emotions for Jay filling my guts, a fluttery sensation that you get when you fall down a roller coaster. And in this situation, I'm falling for Jay.