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S-xual de-sire Episode 23

( A night with my best friend 🛌)
Rated 🔞+
✍️ Chapter Twenty-Three✍️
I woke up because I was too warm and because my phone was blvstering somewhere in the room.
Kyle gro-an ed but he didn’t wake, instead he held my b©dy ti-ghter unto his, my face pressing even more unto his che-st. I nee-ded to get out of his [email protected] and answer my phone quic-kly before it woke him up.
With precise movements, I managed to shift him to the other side, equally freeing myself from him. Once I made sure that he was still snoozing, I quic-kly dashed out of the be-d in search for my phone.
It was in the bathroom, inside my purse. I answered it before checking the caller-ID.
“Keya?” It was Kelly.
“Mom?” My voice was still hoarse.
“Where the hell are you?” She didn’t sound angry but I knew she was borderline.
“I’m at Kyle’s,” I told her quic-kly, blu-shing because his name brou-ght up images of last night.
I squee-zed my legs together, squeamishly and that was when I realised I was still n-ked. I looked around until I found my [email protected] next to the tub.
I pu-ll-ed them on, hating to wear used un-derwear.
“Why didn’t you come home last night?” She demanded. “Or call to tell us where you were. Your father almost went bat$h!t. I had to hide the phone from him so that he wouldn’t disturb you from whatever it is that you were doing yesterday.” She rambled.
The way she said the last [email protected] was as if she knew exactly what I had been doing. I returned to the be-droom in search for something to wear.
“I’m sorry, I should have called.” I lowered my voice so that I wouldn’t wake Kyle up. I walked towards one of his drawers and took out his oversized basketball shi-t. I pu-ll-ed it down my b©dy before running back to the bathroom.
“Why are you whispering?”
“I don’t want to wake Kyle, mom. It’s seven thirty in the morning on a weekend.” I told her.
“What are you doing at Kyle’s. Where were you yesterday?”
“Uh…” $h!t! What was I supposed to tell her.
“Uh, what, Keya?” She asked. “Let me guess, you were at a [email protected] yesterday?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed out of a sudden, frowning at the lie.
But, I decided it was best to go with her guess because how was I to explain to my mother that I went on a double d[email protected]£ from hell yesterday, only to end slee-ping with my best friend afterwards?
“Uh-huh.” I could picture her rolling her eyes. “As long as you’re fine.”
“Yeah I’m fine, totally fine.” I lied again.
“Right.” That told me she didn’t believe me. “Just call when you decided to disappear again, next time.”
“Got it. Sorry again.”
She made a grunting noise that told me she accepted my apology.
“When are you coming home?”
I looked towards the closed bathroom door, wondering if Kyle was awake.
“I’ll call when I leave.”
“Okay. Be safe.”
“Yes, mom.”
“See you later then.”
“Okay. Tell dad I said hi and that I’m sorry.”
“Will do.”
I hung up the phone and sighed as I retuned it back in my purse. I just hoped my mother could reason with Teddy into not grounding me, besides I was almost an adult now.
Since I was alre-ady in the bathroom, I decided to wash. As I brushed my teeth with Kyle’s spare toothbrush, I avoided my reflection in the mirror. This avoidance didn’t last long when I stared at myself anyhow.
I felt like I looked different. Did I?
It was still the Keya I knew that stared back at me. The same light brown hair that was back to its original frizzy perm. The same greeny-grey eyes that stared warily back at me. The same caramel coloured face, fully equipped with a straight nose and fulll-ips. And the same…wait, was that a rosy pink colour I was seeing in cheeks?
Reflexively, I ru-bbe-d my cheeks. I didn’t remember putting any blusher yesterday. Even if I did, I’m sure that it must’ve got washed off during that shower I had last night.
I moved closer to the mirror for inspection. I then established that it wasn’t make-up that made my cheeks look rosy.
Holy cheeks! I was blu-shing.
I [email protected] my cheeks lightly but that action only made it worse. And I had thought being caramel skinned prevented you from this ordeal.
I couldn’t blame myself for this. No, I blamed the memories; those heart racing memories of last night.
The gleam in my eyes was evident and I couldn’t st©p myl-ips from breaking [email protected] into this ridiculous grin that insisted on staying on my face.
I had to face it. I, Keya Reynolds, was no longer a vir-gin.
Did I regret last night? No. There wasn’t any [email protected] of me that did. I swiped my v-card to my best friend and I enjoyed every single moment of it.
Kyle had been amazing. I now un-derstood exactly why girls were after him. However, as I ventured more into yesterday’s events, doubt began to escalate.
Holy smocks! What did out friendsh!pmean now?
There was no doubt that we crossed so many lines yesterday. Could I face him after last night? Yes, I could. But I knew Kyle. I knew when he woke he’d want to talk about last night. I didn’t want that; to see his regret. I wouldn’t be able to borne it.
Then where do we go from here?
I didn’t know what he’d want to do.
But, in my [email protected], I knew I had to pretend that everything was still the same. I have to do it, in order to avoid any awkward situation.
I wasn’t going to be a coward like last week, by running away. No way, was I going to ruin it again.
As I returned back to the be-droom, Kyle was still snoozing, adorably snuggling on a pillow. For a while, I fantasized that he was thinking that pillow was me in his arms. I went over to him and pu-ll-ed back his hair from his face.
He should have just chopped the whole thing off. I thought. But, as I looked at him; I was glad he hadn’t. I knew I’d miss doing just this, if his hair was cut off.
fv¢k, what am I doing? Jeez, I look like a creep.
It was nearly eight o’clock in the morning and I knew I couldn’t go back to sleep. It was always this way. Once I was awake, that was me for the day.
Staying in this room with Kyle still asleep while I was up, was not going to down well, so I deducted that I should leave him.
I ventured downstairs for some food. Once in the kitchen, I decided to make some pancakes and cook eggs and bacon while I was at it.
Kyle’s fridge was almost running out in ess£ntials. I wondered if his dad left money when he decided to disappear last Friday. But, I knew he didn’t. Kyle has relied on himself, always finding odd jobs then and there so that he could keep up with the house bills since his father got fired two years ago.
It was a somewhat relief to know that the house was mortgaged, so at least Kyle didn’t have to pay for rent. It wasn’t fair what Robert Reyes was doing. It was selfish and cruel to leave Kyle to take care of everything.
The last time I checked, Kyle quit his after school and weekend job almost three months ago, so that he could concentrate on his studies this year. He never told me how he was still paying for those bills when I asked.
However, I strongly suspected he was using money from his savings account. The money he will nee-d for college, the money that was hope for him to leave this place for good; to leave his father rotting in his own misery.
I was thinking throu-gh this while I cooked. I was so absorbe-d in the task that I hadn’t heard a figure slumping on the stool on the corner until a gruff voice spoke.
“That smells good, girlie.”
“Fu-aah…!” I yelped, almost burning my hand from being so startled.
I wh!pped around to find a blood-sh0t eyed and grim looking Robert Reyes, leering at me.
“You scared me!” I told him, putting my hand across my che-st as if to calm my ever pounding heart.
Some semblance of a smile latched onto his features and if he didn’t appear so gruff looking with a growing beard sporting on his chin, he would have looked like Kyle.
When I first met him, a long time ago, I thought he and Kyle were the exact replica, despite the fact that he had hazel eyes and Kyle had green. This thought was soon wiped from my mind when I saw his true colours.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him, some of my thoughts turning to fear. If Kyle’s bruises when he was a lot younger were the result of his anger, then heaven knew what this man was capable of.
“Should be asking ya that.” He leered. “Since it’s my house.”
He was drun!k. It was nearly half eight in the morning and he was drun!k. Come to think of it, I actually had no memory of ever seeing him sober. No wonder the man’s skin was turning yellow. If my biology knowledge was correct, this man was in high risk of having jaundice. I could [email protected] imagine the state his liver was in.
“When did you get back?” I asked for the sake of keeping the conversation going.
He moved towards the fridge and I breathed a breath I’ve been holding as I turned back to switch the stove off. I was glad, at that moment that I cooked enough for three—knowing Kyle’s appetite.
“An hour—where the fv¢k is my six-pack!” He bellowed, slamming the fridge door close.
What six pack? I thought, looking down at his bulging stomach.
“I don’t know.” I answered him.
The look he gave me could have killed me in the sp©t. The man was two feet away from me and if I didn’t back away, I [email protected] knew what he would have done.
“Where is that boy?” He grimaced.
“Who else?”
“Uh…he’s slee-ping.”
“Did he drink my beer?” He staggered towards me.
I cringed. “No!”
“Then explain to me where my fv¢king beers are?”
“You must have drank them all. I don’t know!” I was shouting back.
It was the result of my adrenalin and this time my b©dy was choosing to fight not flee.
He took a de-ep shuddering breath as he clenched his fist. All the while, I was pu-lling Kyle’s oversized shi-t down to at least cover my knees.
“What are you doing in my house, Keri?”
“It’s Keya!” I lashed out.
He shrugged as he leaned in the counter to steady himself.
“Pack me some of those pancakes, would ya?” He tottered over to one of the stools.
I hated turning my back to his as I did as he asked. He gave me his ugly smile when I pushed the plate towards him, ma-king sure there was distance between us.
He reeked of alcohol and I wondered how he could stomach the food when he began gorging in the pancakes.
“You cook well, Kelsi.”
I flared my nostrils when he got my name wrong yet again. Fisting my hands, I decided to not waste my breath by correcting him.
I watched him eat with a glaring look printed on my face, showing him well how much I disliked him. He ignored me as he continued taking bites of pancakes.
He was almost done by the time Kyle showed up wearing nothing but shorts as he walked into the kitchen. I didn’t realise it before but he was almost sporting a beard. The small stubble looked S-xy as hell with his just-fuc-ked look.
Our eyes locked briefly and I knew I was blu-shing ten shades darker when he chewed on his lowerl-ip. The action resulted in bu-tterflies in my stomach. I could’ve welcomed the sight of his chiselled b©dy if the man that called himself his father wasn’t there.
Kyle skidded to a st©p once his eyes left mine and saw who was sitting at the counter table.
“Dad?” I watched helplessly as his b©dy tensed, his countenance going from content to [email protected] shell.
Robert Reyes grinned, that leering grin as he watched his son walk over to me.
“Did ya miss me?” He sneered.
Kyle’s jaw clenched and now that he was within tou-ching distant, I could feel how his b©dy was trembling.
“What are you doing here?” Kyle asked him throu-gh gritted teeth.
“‘S my house, I can walk in and out of it whenever I want.”
Kyle huffed. “Sure dad, it’s your house. But who’s been paying for the bills for past two years?”
Robert looked as if he swallowed something unplea-sant. He ignored Kyle as he staggered off his seat and failed to walk to the fridge.
“You drank all my beers. Beers I bought with my money.” He lashed out as he opened the fridge once again.
“No dad. I didn’t drink your $h!t. Why would I want to end up like you? A belligerent, drun!kard @$$hole!” Kyle fumed.
I moved to t©uçh his fisted arm. He fazed slightly at my t©uçh.
Robert slammed the fridge shut quic-kly before darting towards us with his hands re-ady to strangle Kyle.
I st©pped Kyle before he could act, quic-kly putting myself between them.
“Move out of the way, Kendra!” Robert st©pped, swaying in his feet.
“Her name is Keya!” Kyle bellowed.
I placed a hand on Kyle’s che-st, coaxing him to look at me, using my other hand to bring his face down.
The hurt mixed with anger in his eyed r!pp£dthrou-gh me.
I shook my head at him, trying to tell him that it wasn’t worth it.
Kyle’s breaths were laboured but I felt him relax at my t©uçh. I turned to face Robert but it seemed he had long lost his interest when I saw him move towards one of the cu-pboards. He took out two bottles of wine and I guessed it was the only alcohol Kyle kept.
Because we were blocking his exit, Robert simply pushed me aside with rou-gh hands and was about to go for Kyle when Kyle voluntarily moved aside.
“Good boy.” He sneered at Kyle, levelling himself at Kyle’s face.
I tensed, my heart beating ever so wildly in my che-st at what was about to happen.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to st©p them, but, overruling my expectations, Robert only laughed throatily before disappearing out into the hallway.
I was at Kyle’s side instantly, hvgging his shaking b©dy.
“Even if I wanted to, I just can’t hit him Key,” His voice shook.
“I know.” I allowed him to bury his face on the crook of my n£¢k.
“I can’t…I just can’t take it anymore.” He ti-ght£ñed his arms around my b©dy.
“Shh…” I ru-bbe-d his back, back and forth until he calmed.
“Why is he back? I was doing fine, I was able to breathe again. Am I bad person for wishing that one day he would just disappear forever?” He asked, his tone was mournful.
“No…” I freed myself from his hold in order to look at him. I took his face in my hands. “…you’re not a bad person Kyle. Don’t ever think that. It’s him…he…he nee-ds to learn—”
Kyle shook his head. “He’s past that. He won’t ever change from what he is.”
“But, he has to, Kyle. Have you seen him?” I re-leased his face. “If he keeps this up, he will end up in a death be-d, Kyle.”
For a fleeting moment, I saw a ghost of smile that never reached his eyes appearing in his mouth. “Maybe if he did, it’s for the best—”
I shook my head violently, cutting him off his s£ntence. “No, Kyle. Don’t say that. You don’t want that. Trust me, as much as you wish him dead, you don’t want that.”
Kyle glowered at me, re-leased himself from my hold. “And how would you know what I want?” He lashed.
“No, save it Keya. Just…” He inhaled. “…st©p.”
I pressed myl-ips together. “I’ll st©p, but you nee-d to talk to him, soon, before you regret it.”
“It’s not that easy trying to reason with someone who only lashes at you in return.” He shook his head. “I don’t care what happens to him. I st©pped caring a long time ago… Now can we just st©p talking about him?”
“Okay-okay!” I held my hands up in defeat.
No matter how much Kyle said that and no matter how much I wished he did. I knew well that he still cared for Robert. How could he not? He was the only father he’d ever known and the only person that hadn’t literally abandoned him like his mother and Jason.
He was still huffing but he relaxed slightly when he saw that I wasn’t going to push it. That’s when he stared at me up and down.
Like a fli-ck of the switch, his eyes glazed with de-sire as he stared fixatedly at my attire.
“My Lakers’ shi-t, really?” It seemed like our conversation was long forgotten.
I shrugged. “It was the only thing, I [email protected]£ across.”
“Right. A scheme to s£dûç£me?”
I bit myl-ip, trying to seem indifferent. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He rolled his eyes as he [email protected]£d a hem of the t-shi-t and tugged on it, effectively pu-lling me closer towards him.
“So would it have worked?” I dared to ask.
He sm-irked. “Maybe.”
“Maybe as in yes?” I pushed myself flat against him. My hands found his abdominal muscles, skimming down towards the sp©t that made him tick.
“Maybe as in yes.” He agreed, his tone was going gruff.
I grinned but as I gazed up to his eyes, my grin faltered. He was hesitant.
“Keya…we nee-d to talk about last night.”
Like cold water hitting my b©dy, I froze my actions, carefully backing away from him.
“What’s there to say Kyle? I wanted it so…” I trailed, st©pping myself from saying more.
“I know, but—”
I shook my head, putting my hands over my ears, not wanting to hear it.
He st©pped me by talking my hands from my ears. I huffed indignantly.
“But where do we go from here?” He asked me, both of his eyes probing mine for a response.
I shrugged, because I really had no idea.
“See, this is exactly what I was talking about. This is the reason why I didn’t want to do it in the first place.” He was unaware of how ti-ght he gr!pp£dmy hands.
I frowned. “So…you’re saying you don’t want us to be friends anymore?”
“How can we be friends after last night?” He asked.
“I don’t know. Go one like last night didn’t happen.” I suggested.
But it seemed like these were the wrong words to say when Kyle’s face turned into a glowering mess.
“But it did happen.”
This is why I hadn’t looked forward to this confrontation. I could tell that he was regretting it now. I thought he’d wanted it too. I thought we could remain friends after this, even though I wanted more from him, I just thought…
“What do you want, Keya?” He asked, re-leasing my hands from his burning hold, only to scorch me even more by trailing his hands on both sides of my arms.
I was confused I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. I wanted him but also didn’t want to ruin our friendsh!p. We couldn’t continue last night without risking our friendsh!p.
“I want us to still be friends. I don’t want to lose you Kyle.”
“And you think that you’ll lose me even if we continue with this?” He emphasised the “this” by gripping my n£¢k with both of his arms and pu-lling me into hisl-ips.
Hisl-ips were like nectar and I was a helplessly add!çted bee. I couldn’t st©p. We both couldn’t st©p when our ton-gues met. How could we when there was this fiery heat scalding between us? I fisted my f!ngerson his t-shi-t, gripping ha-rder.
But, at the thought of our friendsh!pcrumbling to pieces, I f0rç£d myself to st©p. I wrenched myself from his t©uçh, moving back away from him, shaking my head in the process.
He frowned at my movements.
“We can’t throw away eight years like that.” I told him.
“So that’s what you want? Pretend like yesterday didn’t happen?” He frowned de-eply.
“Yeah, but obviously we can’t do that.” I sh0t back.
“So what do you exactly want Keya because I’m hanging over the lose here trying to figure it out.”
Suddenly, the movie “Friends with benefits”, I f0rç£d him to watched that one time [email protected]£ into my mind. I laughed, remembering it.
“How is this funny?”
I shook my head. “Remember, Friends with benefits? We—”
He shook his head violently before I could finish my s£ntence. “No. It won’t work. It never does.”
I frowned. “How would you know, Kyle?”
“I just do. It won’t work okay? So leave it!”
I huffed, suddenly losing hope. He didn’t want me like that?
“Well then…” I trailed.
“Well then what?”
“I don’t know what you want. And maybe you’re right, maybe pu-lling the Friends with benefits card will further ruin our friendsh!p. So we have no choice but to forget about last night…”
Suddenly he moved towards me quic-kly. My back pressed upon the counter as I leaned back from his advance.
“Don’t you un-derstand? I can’t forget. I don’t want to.”
I swallowed the lvst-filled lump in my throat. The clos£ness of his b©dy was doing wonders to mine.
For a minute his eyes glazed at mine; staring me down; str!pping my defences, wringing all the way to my core as if to find answers he was looking for.
But then all of the sudden, he closed his eyes and backed away.
“We’ll brush it off. If that’s what you really want.” He avoided looking into my eyes as he pinched the bridge between his nose, as if our whole conversation was giving him a headache.
I frowned at the air as I watched him move over to serve himself the breakfast which I was certain was now cold.
Was I missing something? He didn’t tell me what he wanted; he wasn’t very forthcoming with it. He was confusing me. And to t©p it off, he was angry at me for reasons unknown to me. I didn’t know how long his anger will last for.
But it was obvious to me that in the process of brushing last night off, he was now brushing me completely off. It stung, to think this. It stung de-ep in my che-st.

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