Friends

Chapter 14

Jasmine's POV

"His dick is HUGE!" I tell Nya on the way to work the next day, barely able to keep the excitement out of my voice.

"Really? He doesn't give off that kind of energy. He seems so nice and, you know, soft—and he's kind of short," she says, sounding genuinely surprised.

"Right? I thought tall fuck boys were the biggest! I wasn't expecting it either! And honestly, it didn't feel real, so I had to scoot back on it a few times to really feel it. It's the thickest I've ever felt! I didn't even think it was possible to be bigger than Kendrick," I explain, still processing it.

"You didn't think it was possible? You've only been with Kendrick," she laughs, her whole face lighting up with amusement.

"That's not true. I was with one other person." I protest, a little deflated. I expected her to be excited for me, not laughing.

"For like a week, and then cut him off because Kendrick told you that he didn't like you talking to other men," she teases, practically wheezing with laughter.

"Hey! We still fucked, and it wasn't as good nor as big!" I shoot back defensively.

"You didn't give him a fighting chance to be good, but he did have a small dick," she finally concedes with a grin.

"I swore that was going to be the last nice guy I gave a chance until I was ready to settle down," I murmur, mostly to myself.

"You going to give Marc a chance?" she asks, her voice full of enthusiasm.

"I tried! I did the scoot thing. I even teased him so we could play fight, but he wasn't interested in doing anything last night" I say, my voice tinged with disappointment.

"You, WHORE!" she shrieks, dissolving into laughter.

"But seriously, when we were play fighting he was hard and brushed up against my leg, and it felt as thick as my forearm," I admit, feeling a blush creeping in.

"Was it long?" she asks, which surprises me since she's always been more into girth while I've leaned toward length.

"About the same length as Kendrick's but almost double in girth. I can fit my hands around Kendrick's dick. I don't know if I can fit my hands around that horse, let alone be able to take it. A part of me is happy we didn't fuck because it's scary. I honestly thought Kendrick was thick. Maybe he is, but just not that thick." I say, feeling as if everything I thought I knew about size is being redefined.

"Wait, so he was hard, you two wrestled, and didn't fuck?" Nya asks, sounding both baffled and intrigued.

"Yeah, I don't think he looks at me like that," I mumble, feeling a pang of disappointment.

"He was hard, though. Doesn't that mean he does?" Nya presses.

"He was so hard at one point I thought it was going to burst through his sweatpants. I even pretended to be asleep so he could just slip it in, and he carried me to my bed," I say with a laugh.

"Babe, that's good he respects your boundaries and isn't a creep," she says, her voice warm and approving.

"Yeah, but that's what Kendrick did. I kinda liked it," I admit, trailing off.

"Well, let's be grateful that Marc has green flags and isn't a creep," she says, her tone taking on a sharper edge.

"Kendrick isn't a creep," I respond, feeling a defensive edge in my voice.

"Anyways, let's talk about more of his green flags," she says, tactfully changing the subject—she knows I'll defend Kendrick to the end.

"For one thing, he doesn't slut-shame! He actually sees women as real people, with thoughts and feelings, not as these pure, childlike figures who should never have a single impure thought. Kendrick, though, was obsessed with the fact that he took my virginity. It was like he wanted me to stay innocent forever, like I was a kid," I explain, feeling a thrill of excitement over the contrast.

"What do you mean?" Nya asks, her curiosity piqued.

"I told Marc how it was a fantasy of mine to be worshipped by two guys at the same time, and he said he thought it was hot!" I practically squeal with excitement.

"You told him that???? You barely told me that! I've been your friend forever, and I'm just finding out about it." I can hear the jealousy in her voice.

"I just felt so comfortable with him and safe like I could tell him anything, and when I told him he was just like 'Wow I love to see an adult with adult thoughts and fantasies,'" I say, still feeling a rush of relief and excitement.

"I don't even think I know a guy like that," she says, her tone tinged with envy.

"Then, he gave this speech about how he loves a woman who's confident in her sexuality and knows what she wants when it comes to her desires instead of just suppressing them," I continue, feeling a little giddy as I recount it.

"How do we feel about this?" Nya asks, her tone brimming with excitement.

"I don't know, I'm confused. That was the first actual conversation we've had. We've lived together for about a year and I always looked at him like a good friend that I live with, but we talked and he's perfect. I can't believe I've lived with such an amazing guy this whole time. The chemistry and connection were so real. I felt like I could be myself, and I've never felt like that with Kendrick. Honestly, he might be too good to be true," I admit, still processing it.

"I know you might think he's too good to be true because Kendrick was literally the worst, but you deserve someone that's good for you - whether it's Marc or not. Is this really the first time you two have talked?" she asks, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, the first time we've really talked. And honestly... I think I might've met my dream guy. I know it sounds dramatic, but the vibes were so real and authentic. And if that was only our first conversation, I can't even imagine what the future could hold. It's wild; I didn't think guys like him could be this... well, perfect," I say, laughing. "Oh, and he's packing, too!"

"What are you going to do?" she asks, a smirk in her voice.

"I don't know. I just don't want to pursue something and then Kendrick comes back, and then I try things again with him."

"I thought we were getting over Kendrick and moving on? Not just waiting for him to come back," Nya says pointedly.

"We are! I don't know...it's just hard seeing a life without Kendrick. For the last four years of my life I thought he was end game. We were going to get married have children, eventually get back together," I say, my voice dropping.

"You're killing me, Jasmine. You two dated for a few months and you've been begging for him to like you since," she says, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, and guess what?" I say, conveniently ignoring her last comment.

"What?"

"He has the nicest body I've ever seen. It's like the African gods drew him. He's literally pure muscle." I gush, grinning.

"Jasmine, you hate muscles," she says, laughing.

"That's the thing. I thought I did, too," I say with a grin.

"Maybe you only disliked muscles because Kendrick didn't have muscles," she teases.

"Maybe, or maybe he's just the exception. But, Nya, his bicep is the size of my head. It was like laying on a pillow, and his abs were so chiseled, you could wash clothes on them. He picked me up and carried me to the bed like it was nothing," I say, practically swooning.

"I think we should just see where it goes. Actually try talking to him more instead of being at Kendrick's beck and call," she suggests.

"That's the thing! We said we would hang out on the couch every night and watch shows! I'm looking forward to tonight!" I say, feeling excited for the first time in a while.