After Hours: Short Stories

Chapter 5: Coded Love (GxG)

I'm getting tired of waking up in a cold sweat because of these dreams. I won't lie though some days I actually hope I have those dreams cause at least she knows how I feel about her in them.

"Tasha...Tasha. Are you still asleep? Her sweet voice came floating through. I didn't even hear her come in, one of my steps creaks as she makes her way up to my bedroom.

"Why you bothering me this early girl...you know that key is for emergencies," I shout back getting out of my double bed rushing to the bathroom. My hairnet fell off again as per usual. Don't know why I wear the darn thing it always falls off. I dig my stupid ass thong out of my butt crack before grabbing my toothbrush when I reach the basin.

Her scent fills my bathroom. How can she look this good so early in the morning? I think to myself as my best friend Samantha walks into the bathroom. Her long shoulder length hair looks amazing the platinum highlights she got make her jade green eyes pop.

"So about tonight since you don't want to come over to my place. Can I come over? Please, best friend..."
I look at her reflection in the mirror and roll my eyes then rinse my mouth. Shes have been pleading with me to spend the weekend with her.

"Baby girl I told you, I need to catch up on some work this weekend. Why can't you go with your husband, you guys are newlyweds? Don't you want to spend every waking moment together."
I reply undoing the twists on my hair.
Samantha pouts moving closer to me. That pout that always gets me weak in the knees. All I can think of is how soft her lips would feel if I kissed them. I feel goosebumps were her fingers brush against my shoulder as she grabs one of my twist braids and starts undoing it.

"Are you trying to get rid of me, Tasha?" Samantha asks her beautiful eyes burrowing through mine as our eyes cross in the reflection in the mirror.
How do you tell your newlywed friend of over six years that you are in love with her? I mean I'm practically lusting for her, most of the time I'm not only thinking about kissing her. I'm thinking about fucking her.

"Oh my God, you are Tasha" Samantha squeals the hurt evident in her eyes.

"No, I'm not Sammy. Why would you even think that?"
I say feigning disbelieve. But I know she's right. I have been avoiding spending too much time with her, ever since she decided to elope and get married less than a month ago. I had just about worked up the courage to tell her how I feel only for her to tell me she eloped and married her boyfriend of two weeks. Who does that? I love the girl but she can be such an airhead. She barely knows the guy.

I mean this is the thing I'm not gay, well I don't think I am. I don't find other females attractive except for Samantha. I don't have sex dreams about any other females except for Samantha. I have never been in a relationship with any female but I want to be in one with Samantha. But I know now it won't happen, can't happen.

"You are still upset about the Vegas thing with Duncan. I'm sorry T, I know I should have told you. Look, T, you are my best friend and I can't take this whatever it is that's happening to us. Just tell me how to make it right, how things can go back to how they were for us."

I turn around my hair hanging all around me now in a puffy curly mess. My eyes wander to her lips and somehow to the top of her breasts. I can see them heaving up and down. I can smell her silk, coconut body wash that she uses. At this moment I honestly don't know what got into me but I just felt like my chest would explode if I didn't say anything.

"Sammy it's me, I have been keeping something from you. I'm just going to come out and say it, Sam I love you..."
I try and swallow the large lump that's formed in my throat. I look away too scared to look her in the eyes.