S-xUAL
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( A night with my best friend 🛌)
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✍️Prologue✍️
(Preview from the story)
“Take my vir-ginity,”she demanded to her long time childhood best friend. Kyle Reyes.
“What?!” He choked on his drink, the liquid splattering down his chin and against his prominent jaw.
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Oh! was it desperation to lose her vir-ginity that why she now saw her best friend as some sort of S-x model?.
Keya, a high school college student got frustrated after she wasn’t really happy about her still been a vir-gin. Her clas-smate talks about se-x like it was a normal thing for them and some even mock her and insult her, because of that she thought she was ugly and she find herself unattrac-tive.
Until one day she finally decide to ask her male best friend to do it for her. Unknown to her Kyle, her childhood best friend had a crush on her and really respect her.
Will Kyle ever agree to sleep with her?.
What happened between this two after Keya brou-ght up a stupid idea that create an awkward distant between them.
Found out in this interesting story that you are about to re-ad brou-ght to you by Authoress Ricky
✍️ Chapter one✍️
“Take my vir-ginity,” I demanded to my long time childhood best friend. Kyle Reyes.
“What?!” He choked on his drink, the liquid splattering down his chin and against his prominent jaw.
Fu-udge. I saw it now. What all those girls had been seeing.
Oh was it desperation to lose my vir-ginity that I now saw my best friend as some sort of S-x model? I mean this was Kyle; the boy who had almost chocked on his br@ces when I had first talked to him.
How times have changed since then.
In elementary school Kyle had been a geek; yes that clichéd fully glas-sed, mouth br@ced, smart dressed, hands always clutching books. He was intelligent.
It was during high school when the cannon exploded, figuratively, as if the universe had somehow shifted into another dimension. It was a shock for everyone. Kyle lost the br@ces and specs and with that re-moved, his appearance seemed dramatically altered.
He hadn’t been ugly or unattrac-tive before but without the glas-ses, his pale green eyes were magnified, mesmerising and pretty much ma-king every girl swoon. The way he used his mouth: talking and sm-irking to reveal those sweet dimples of his that could make any girl fall in love with him.
His sandy brown smooth locks of hair were the first you noticed as he constantly ran his hands throu-gh it, ma-king you want to run your hand throu-gh it.
Yes! I fully admit it now. He was h0t.
But with his attrac-tiveness c@m£ the popularity. However the thing I loved about Kyle—as a best friend—was that he talked to everyone and when I say everyone I meant literally everyone. He didn’t care who you were. He didn’t judge you for your appearance. The thing I loved most about him was that he actually doesn’t seem to notice that he was h0t, well most of the times he tried not to let his vanity get to him, but that always failed.
He slowly bec@m£ one of the ‘School S-x Appeal’ and he wasn’t even athletic.
But most importantly he was my best friend.
So, what am I doing, let alone thinking?
The words were uncontrollable when they left my mouth.
I was aware that I was seventeen and probably the only girl who was still a vir-gin. Yes, it did get to me when those girls flaunted and gossiped about their one night stands and S-x life. I would always be just standing there awkwardly relishing their every word.
I mean, all the guys that I’ve been with had never reached second base with me and when I had begged them to, they thought I wasn’t re-ady. “Like, who the fudge are you?.
You don’t know what I want or nee-d!” Is what I should have said to them.
Whilst Kyle had been busy enjoying his popularity, which his good looks c@m£ with, I was busy struggling to get la-id. Ugh and that didn’t even sound right.
With Kyle girls offered themselves willingly to him and well who was he to turn down good looking, h0t girls? He was after all still a hormonal teenage with nee-ds to be addressed. He was human after all.
Then there was me.
I was slightly awkward but while I was this, I didn’t take sh!t from anyb©dy because I wasn’t insecure or unsure about myself.
Yes I may have crazy frizzy brown hair, courtesy of being mixed race.
And yes, I may have freakish greenish grey eyes which completely freaked some people out if I stared too ha-rd . But with all this I was still me and I liked me. This awkward—sometimes antisocial but couldn’t turn down the chance p@rty—completely outrageous but totally down to earth, me.
“You’re not serious, are you?” One of Kyle’s eyebrows sh0t up in disbelief.
I gave him a straight look, ma-king sure that I added my seriousness as I spoke. “Yes. I am.”
He bur-st out laughing, doubling over on my kitchen floor as he clutched his stomach.
I scowled at him. “What?”
“Oh, Keya, Keya, Keya you never cease to amaze me,” He laughed.
I scoffed.
“Wait, you are actually serious,” Kyle stood up to look down at me, his laugh completely disappearing.
“Kyle, I am, completely and utterly.” I told him. “I’m sick of being a vir-gin, hell I wanna feel that gut wrenching; heart pacing; love ma-king all those girls always talk about.” I stared up at him to gauge is reaction. “I want to know what an Orgasm feels like.”
Kyle froze, standing stalk still as a statue. However, his eyes said it all. They were a pool of green emitting from his pupils and they showed a mixture of disbelief and awe.
“You’ve never had an Orgasm?” He asked shocked, incredulity printed on his face.
At this, I looked away in embarras-sment while I nodded.
“Keya, where the hell have you been? Have you even masturbated before?” He crossed his arms and I couldn’t help but notice his biceps contracting and constricting in his t-shi-t.
“What? Ew, no!” I whispered raspy. I was embarras-sed, but at the same time I was squirming suggestively at his manliness. Serious how the fu-udge had I not noticed those muscles before?
“Never?” His eyebrow sh0t up.
“Never.” I confirmed.
“But, how? Haven’t you been at least curious at all?” He now had a frown on his face.
Yes I am curious that’s why I want this. I answered him in my mind.
“Dammit Keya, you’re my best friend and I’m finding out about this now?” He shook his head in utter disbelief.
“Uh… first all, I’m a girl and you’re a boy—friends or not—you don’t find each S-x running to the other and spilling their guts about these sort of things. Second of all, st©p with questions, it’s embarras-sing enough and you’re ma-king me uncomfortable,” I told him as I moved away from our proximity to the other side of the kitchen counter.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He huffed. “Still doesn’t change the fact that you just asked me to take your vir-ginity. I mean, I’m even surprised you still are after Max, the guy is a master when it comes to girls,” He leaned his elbows on the counter and ru-bbe-d his temples as if the subject of my vir-ginity was such a pain to hear.
I winced at the mention on my ex. He was still a so-re sp©t. We only lasted for a month this made me feel ashamed. Even the reason behind the break up was shameful.
Max was a football pla-yer, but even though he was still incredibly charming. I hadn’t seen him as my first. He looked like he would have been rou-gh on me. But I was desperate, seriously desperate. And so by the time I had been re-ady to change the issue of my vir-ginity. He had alre-ady cheated which I did expect to be honest. He’d told me that I deserved someone better.
I mean dude, how would you know about me deserving someone better?
That had been two months ago and since then, I was now accustomed to my relationsh!pstatus as single; according to Facebook. But it still didn’t take the void of knowing I would forever be a vir-gin, since no guy wanted me.
So I was left with no other choice than to consult my only best friend. I know, desperate much!
I shrugged at him in response and he suddenly moved closer to me, stalking me until he was standing right in front of me.
The look he gave me could easily have had every girl on his feet ; his pale green eyes gleamed as his mouth twitched in a pla-yful sm-irk.
Suddenly it was as if the temperature in the room has increa-sed. I felt my breath hitching and then coming out in harsh p@n-ts, as if I was a rundown donkey. What is wrong with me?
Kyle stalked closer and closer until there was no such thing as personal space. He held my eyes and I couldn’t do anything but stare and be mesmerised by that pool of green. He leaned forward and down until his face was just mere inches from me. I was hissing like an old kettle now. God, this is embarras-sing!
He leaned closer and I closed my eyes now. I couldn’t take it, his eyes practically screamed at me. I was afraid of his intense gaze; afraid that I would jump on him at any moment but at the same time I was anticipating those S-xyl-ips of his to t©uçh mine.
But out of nowhere, he bur-st out with laughter.
quic-kly, I opened my eyes only find him doubling over in stitches. He got up to straighten himself but his chuckling never ceased. I could almost trace the gleam of tears on his eyes.
“Oh Keya, your face just there,” he chuckled.
I pursed myl-ips. Dammit and I thought he was going to k!ssme.
“Shut up,” I quic-kly hid my disappointment and embarras-sment.
“Oh baby,” he crooned laughing. “You are blu-shing. How adorable.”
“Am not!” I put my hands on my face, to cool down my now burning face.
“Whatever you say,” he tea-sed. And I had to ground in my frustration.
He sighed.
“Keya, I can’t take your vir-ginity,” his tone was serious all of a sudden, all trace of humour and teasing gone.
I pursed myl-ips. “Why not?”
Tbc…