ASHLEY

39

I sit up and put on a serious face. "Kiss me," I say boldly. Not caring about the consequences. I'm not attracted to Kenneth like that under any circumstances but I'm high right now and I just want to know how it feels. Maybe I have always wanted to know how it would feel.

"Shut up," Kenneth laughs. He goes to take another drag of his joint but I snatch it from his hands and put it out in the ash tray.

"Kiss me."

My heart beats faster when he sits up and looks at me with all seriousness. He's probably wondering why I want to do such a thing when we're suppose to be trying to work on our friendship. But I want to kiss him. The thought of wanting more than a kiss scared me as well. Kenneth and I have a history together. One that no one could compare to.

"Please," I try again when he doesn't make a move. Finally he moves in. When our lips actually crash in shocked and have to pull back but Kenneth holds the back of my neck and go in for another kiss. The kiss starts off slow and unsure but when I feel a burning sensation strike my core I pull him closer to me and straddle him.

Kenneth licks my lips asking for entrance. I give in. The taste of him in me makes me hungry for more. This is so wrong and yet I don't want to stop. Our kiss becomes hungry and so we attack each other with our tounges and lips. Before my brain has time to register what's about to happen I find myself pulling my shirt over my head and going for Kenneth's next. His muscular torso is revealed to me. I smile in satisfaction.

Next to go is my short black skirt and after that Kenneth's pants. I will not be left naked while he stalks around still dressed in his dark jeans and black shirt. Oh how sexy he looks in dark clothes. I'm not attracted to him on a relastionship level.

Still, that doesn't mean I can't acknowledge and admire his beauty.

I moan into his mouth when Kenneth lays me back flat in the floor and slithers between my thick legs. His hard member pressed right against my burning core. I buck my hips into him and curse at the sound of his husky moan upon doing so. I pull him into another deep kiss. I moan in protest when he pulls away and sits up. A conflicted expression on his handsome face.

"Bria are you sure this is what you want?" He sounds unsure of himself which is not the Kenneth I have some to I know. Usually the man is bold and laid back. Not today. But now. Not when his former best friend is laying on his bedroom floor, legs spread side open to accommodate his size.

Am I sure this is what I want?

I think the question should be, would I have done this is I were sober?

Who knows.

I nod and take my shirt off to answer his question. A smile forms on his lips. I relax and let him take off my black lace panties.

Once we're completely naked he gently rest his wait on top of me. My heart pounds out of my chest at the thought of what we're about to never. Never would I have expected us to end up like this.

Kenneth postitions himself at my entrance and look to me one more time. I give a nod of approval. That's all it takes for him to shove his thick member inside me, stretching my walls to the max. He gives me a moment to catch my breath before pumping in and out of me with deep, hard strokes. Each stroke taking me closer and closer to the edge. I dig my nails into his back, unable to take the pain and pleasure wrapped up in it.

"Oh Kenny," I moan out. He countinues burying himself inside me. It isn't long before I feel a tightening in my core. "I'm about to come," I mumble in one breath.

"Hold it."

"I can't."

This causes him to slow down his pace. "I said hold it."

I nod, unable to speak.

He feels so good inside me. The pleasure he brings. "Ahh," I scream as I reach my climax. Kenneth is right behind me, exploiting into the condom. He lays down next to me.

"So that's what it feels like."

"What?" I ask.

"Fucking you."

"Oh," I answer, unsure of how to respond. What else is there to say when you just had sex with the person that use to be your best friend? When you have a boyfriend? I come down to reality as realization of what just occured hits me hard. I jump up and grab my stuff.

I can't believe I just did that to Isaiah. I never wanted to be the type of girl to just sleep around on her boyfriend. I'm not that type of girl. Coming here was a mistake. I messed up so bad. If Isaiah knew he would never forgive me for this.

Kenneth gets up and mimics me putting on my clothes. "Where are you going?"

"Home. We shouldn't have done that. I have a boyfriend and I don't even look at you that way. This was all just a big mistake," I say near tears.

"I know you don't look at me like that but that doesn't mean what we just did didn't feel good. You enjoyed it just as much as I did."

"It was still wrong."

"You don't even love him."

"So what. He's still my boyfriend. I got to go."

"Call me later," He yells as I rush to exit the door.

"Yeah." I slam the front door behind me. On the other side I can hear Kenneth throwing something around. Clearly angry. At what is beyond me.

As I begin walking down the street I realize something and have to turn around and knock on the door. I reluctantly ask Kenneth for a ride. He reluctantly agrees. The drive to my house is silent. When I get out the car Kenneth tries to grab me and talk to me but I push him away. When I turn around and head to the door I spot Angela watching us with An unreadable expression. Arms crossed. My mouth drops to the ground.

"So it was true. You are hanging out with him," Angela says once the door is shut. She had said nothing when Kenneth greeted her. Too wrapped up in herself.

I shrug her off of me. "So what. I'm basically grown. Don't sit there with that look, judging me. He was my friend. Not yours. You don't get to guilt trip me. I'm sick of everyone trying to make me feel guilty about talking to him. Like I wasn't the one that got hurt."

"Yeah, he hurt you. He put you through so much and yet you're still running back to him like his little bitch-"

I don't know what happened next. All I know is the stinging in my hand and Angela sprawled out over the floor has my heart racing. Did I really? I hadn't meant to.

I rush to her side. "Angela I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"I'm pregnant."

"What?" Okay now I'm thinking she deserved a slap for that one.