Chapter 15: Amici Con Benefici

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Kyra POV:

I walked down the hallway, smiling to myself. I was STILL thinkin about last night. Just the pure pleasure RJ was capable of bringing me amazed me. He had a very talented tongue, I must say. I chuckled to myself as I remembered how it tickled when he made slurping sounds down there. It was crazy. OMG, AND MY FIRST ORGASM?! It was. . . . simply INDESCRIBABLE.  I felt like my insides burned, but in a good way, and then out of nowhere, my muscles tensed, my breath was lost and an explosion of tingles and pleasure sprouted from my cooch and spread all over my body, reaching my toes, my face, everything. But that's not even it! I had multiple orgasms! I swear, I never knew that was even possible! They came all in order, one right after another, and RJ never even stopped between. It was like he knew my body like it was the back of his hand. And speaking of RJ, his kisses are amazing as well. The way his soft lips cover mine and his tongue massages mine is poetry in motion. Dre never made me feel like that, and when I gave him the chance, he flaked. That's also another reason why I'm not feeling guilty. Dre had more than enough chances to satisfy my needs. It just so happened that somebody else was more than willing to pick up his slack. I'll admit, it kinda makes me look like a hoe, but then again, I haven't officially had sex and if guys can get head and not be considered hoes, why can't I? As a matter fact, I refuse to actually have sex until I'm ready. I suppose Dre was correct. I wasn't ready for my first penetration but I was definitely ready for my first orgasm. Another thing I'll admit to is that it was wrong of me to do what I did, or rather let RJ do what he did because I'm in a reltionship with Dre. But I've decided that I'm just going to be honest and I'm going to break up with him. At this point, I don't want to be in a relationship. I just wanna have fun. I've been innocent, goody-two-shoes Kyra my whole life. It's time for me to experience new things, be rebellious for a minute before I go away to school in August. This summer will be all about me, my needs and fun. Period.

"Ky! Babe, I needa talk to you!" I heard Dre's voice behind me and stopped walking. I waited for him to catch up to me and when he did, he pushed me against the lockers next to me and planted his lips on mine. I wish, I really really wish I could say I felt something. . . . but I didn't. There was no spark, no heat, no. . . excitement. Needless to say, Dre just didn't do it for me anymore. I didn't kiss him back as his lips moved against mine and he slowly pulled away.

"Babe, I'm sorry. Whatever I did, whatever I said, I'm sorry! Kyra, I love you with all my heart. I'd do anything to make you happy. You're my soulmate, the reason that I breathe. If I was to ever lose you, I don't know how I would survive. I need you. Please, don't be mad at me. If it's sex you want, I can give that to you. Is that what you want?" he asked me desperately. I looked into his pleading eyes and genuinely felt so sorry for what I was about to do.

"Yeah. . . I want sex." I answered him. He smiled at me and went to kiss me but I scooted out of the way and stepped away from him.

"But not from you." I looked him in the eyes and watched as his faced morphed from happimess into confusion.

"What? Kyra, stop playin." he said in amusement, looking at me like he didn't believe a word I said.

"I'm not playing." I replied with a serious expression. He stood staring at me with a smile, trying to figure out whether I was actually serious or not. When my face never changed, his smile faded and he looked at me with a sad and slightly angry expression.

"Kyra, what the fuck are trying to say? Are you breaking up with me right now?!" he asked, his eyes daring me to say yes.

"Yes. But I'm sure after I tell you what happened last night, you'd do it anyway."

"Wait, what happened last night?! Kyra, did you fuck some other nigga?! WHO THE FUCK WAS IT?!" he began to scream, causing people to stop and stare at the scene that was about to unfold.

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