S-xUAL
de-sire🍑
( A night with my best friend 🛌)
Rated 🔞+
✍️ Chapter Two✍️
“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?” Suddenly for the first time in years I felt insecure.
“Am I ugly? Oh god it’s the hair isn’t it? plea-se don’t be put off by this fizziness, trust me I can tame it. Or maybe I am just too curvy,” I was now pacing away from him while runninng hand throu-gh my frizzy hair only for it to get tangled up in those annoying curls.
“Keya, Keya st©p!” He moved in front me and put his hands on my shoulders and shook me to snap out of it.
“Jeez you’re not ugly; dammit you’re the opposite of ugly. You are beautiful, honestly. You should see how half the guys are dying to get to you,” he closed his eyes shaking his head in annoyance.
I frowned up at him. What about the other half? I thought vainly and selfishly.
“Then why—”
“We are best friends Keya!” He cut me in a shout as he ran his hand throu-gh his unruly hair in exasperation.
“You’re one of my close friend, actually one of the few people that I trust and know me—the real me, instead of that stupid reputation of a pla-yer at school. I can’t risk losing your friendsh!p. And I know once…” He motioned with his hands at me and him. “I know once we have S-x…” he swallowed closing his eyes in a strain as if it was a painful subject to talk about. “Well it will change things,” he finally said.
I knew he was right. A de-ep p@rt of me knew this and also didn’t want to lose his friendsh!p. I mean we’ve been throu-gh far too much for us to risk our friendsh!p.
But I was a stubborn and selfish person, and right now, as I gazed upon his eyes; as I took in his sculpturedl-ips, perfect jaw; perfect face; perfect everything. Well, I wanted nothing more than just… do it with him?
“You don’t know that.” I argued.
My goodness. I sound like one of those desperate clingy sluts at school who always pry on those good looking athletic guys.
Ew. St©p. This is Kyle, for Pete’s sake. This boy had to be h0t and with a capital H, h0t. Why am I noticing now? Maybe I was in the heat of the moment or maybe I’d been too caught up in my other relationsh!ps and my pursuit of losing my vir-ginity, to care about his looks.
He frowned at me… “Keya that’s the thing, I do know. Okay, I’ve seen it. Hell, I’ve even went throu-gh it.
“With who?” I was trying to figure out which other girl Kyle was close with. Like really close with as I was and I didn’t remember any.
He c0cked his head to one side, staring at me as if I was the dumbest person on earth to ever ask that. When I stared back blankly at him, he frowned but then he regarded me internally. Then as if realizing something, he chuckled.
“Wow, I forget how inexperienced you are sometimes. I’m talking about every girl I’ve sle-pt with. ”
I blanched at that and then cringed as an image of him with a girl tangled in his b©dy in an obscene way, crept into my mind. br@in, plea-se st©p it now.
I was confused with his point. “How is them similar to me?”
“You’re too important to me and I don’t want to lose you just because of a stupid one night stand, plea-se don’t tempt me,” his voice was a husky strain at the end as he stared at me up and down in a heated gaze before he li-cked hisl-ips.
I g@sp at his intense stare.
He closed his eyes, breaking our gaze and when he opened them again. His intentions were resolved. Just from that brief expression on his face told me that he must’ve wanted me, like I wanted him right now. And knowing this gave me this strangest warmth feeling inside my stomach.
Now all I had to do was tempt him more as he alre-ady said not to. But how do I do that? I didn’t even know what I did in the first place to tempt him.
Kyle took my silence as some sort of resolve and decided to open the fridge. He took out last night’s lasagne and he started helping himself.
Really? We just ate lunch five minutes ago. Boys are pigs. I thought.
As usual he didn’t even ask me if he could have the lasagne. He just helped himself like it was his house; well it was sort of his p@rtial second home. Ever since we were younger, he has spent most of his days in my home more than his own. It was because of issues with his father. His father was an as-s. Even I knew that.
“I was saving that,” I admonished him when he seemed to have almost ravaged the whole plate.
“Too bad!” He said with his mouth full and the he gave me his sm-irk.
j£rk. I thought.
I’ll let him have it this time. Again. How many times would I have to give up my precious left overs to him?
I decide it wasn’t worth it as I watched him.
He sat with one of his hands on his messy sandy brown hair and his green eyes were staring intently at the food. I watched as he chewed with hisl-ips pressed together on the fork and for that moment I imagined the samel-ips k!ss!ngmine.
What was wrong with me? My breath was even hitching up alre-ady by just imagining it.
I shook my head trying to control my thoughts and he looked up at me, a questioning eyebrow shooting up. Then he sm-irked as he realised that I was ogling at him.
“Enjoying the show?” He asked.
The perky bàstard. I thought as I blu-shed.
I tried to stare impas-sively at him, as if not un-derstanding his question but this only made him laugh. He shook his head and continued with his food.
Shaking my head, I moved to the sink to start washing the dirty dishes we used earlier. I was concentrating fully on scru-bbing the grim that seemed intent on staying on the freaking plate and not responding to my vigorous scru-bbing, that I didn’t notice that Kyle had moved.
I felt his rigid muscles of his front pressed behind my back. I stilled at that contact and abs£ntmindedly dropped the plate I was holding resulting in a soft clunk on the basin from the impact.
He moved his hand around me so that he can place the plate he was eating from on the sink.
The sudden warmth I felt enveloping me from him was overwhelming. My breathing rate began to increase into a hissing noise.
I felt his breathe tickle near my ear, along with hisl-ips and I had the sudden urge to squirm away from him, to back out.
However, I knew if I did that he would win. Because this was a game he was pla-ying. A game to see if I could handle it and believe at this sudden proximity, I couldn’t.
“Let’s watch a movie,” he breathed, a breath that fanned over my n£¢k and resulted in strange shivers running down my b©dy.
I swiftly turned around to face him, a full on knowing sm-irk on my face.
That made him stagger a bit and his eyes narrowed down at me.
He was mere inches from me and I would be lying if I said standing next to him up this close didn’t affect me the slightest because it did. Oh it really did.
I swallowed, closed my eyes and took in all the courage that I had so that I could do what I was impending to do now.
I opened my eyes with a new resolve. I gave him what I hoped to be my most s£dûçt!velook. I could tell this immediately affected him because he started shifting uncomfortably and he broke our close proximity by backing away.
He was frowning at me in confusion but I followed him, my intentions clear.
“K-Keya?” he stuttered.
Good. I thought. It was working.
“Hmm?” I made sure that my tone was extra sultry.
“What are you doing?” he ru-bbe-d the back of his n£¢k.
“What am I doing?”
“I’m asking you,” he li-cked his l!pbut his frown was now turning to a scowl.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
At that moment he was tra-pped between me and the fridge. I crossed my arms, and fluttered my eyes up at him.
“Dammit!” he cussed.
I c0cked an eyebrow up in inquisition.
Then I thought of what my mother always told me to do when s£dûç!ng a man.”Easy all you have to do is strut up your bo-ob s, pout and bite your lower l!pwhile tou-ching him lightly on any upper p@rt of his b©dy.”
I started by b!tt!g my l!pand then strutting my che-st higher, I moved closer to him to tentatively hold on to his arm.
“Keya…what—”
“Shhh…” I st©pped him as I placed a f!nger over hisl-ip.
Oh! Thosel-ips felt so soft against my f!ngers, they made me wonder how softer they will be to feel on myl-ip.
He gro-an ed on his throat at the contact of my hand and the sound was just so S-xy. He was breathing in p@n-ts, which was good because this is what I had wanted. I moved my hand from hisl-ips to trail it all the way to the back of his n£¢k and I watched as he closed his eyes in a strain.
“Ke—”
Before he could finish, I gr!pp£dhis n£¢k and pu-ll-ed him down towards me so that his face was mere inches from mine. I sm-irked when he g@sped in surprise. His eyes sprang open as they searched mine. And we were locked in a gaze.
I trailed my f!ngersup to his amazing locks of sandy brown hair. And I revelled on how silky soft his hair felt against my hand. I stro-ked the longer locks before ti-ght£ñing my grip and fisting my hand on his hair.
This made him gro-an . He closed his eyes for a mere second before opening them again.
I glimpsed it. I saw the lvst printed fully on those green orbs. It was crystal clear.
He wanted me that way? I danced and twirled a full on ballerina in my head, just knowing this.
This was what I had wanted to know; if he really wanted me? Now that I knew, well I planned to torture him.
I drew my face closer to him, invading his personal space that our noses were almost tou-ching. He closed his eyes, hisl-ips p@rting lightly in harsh p@n-ts.
Was he expecting me to k!sshim? Just like I had expected him to k!ssme earlier?
Well revenge is a b!tch.
I inched closer until our nose t©uçhed.
This was affecting me even more than I had expected. I really wanted to k!sshim right now. But I had to withdraw. I had to.
And so before ourl-ips could almost t©uçh, I whispered to him.
“Yes, let’s go and watch a movie.” I pu-ll-ed my hands away from his hair and n£¢k and moved two meters away from him as I held in fits of laughter which were threatening to unleash themselves by just looking at his lost expression.
I couldn’t hold it. I bur-st out laughing when his expression turned to downright confusion and I could see disappointment there too.
Two can pl@yat this game, Kyle. I thought. Bet you don’t think I’m inexperienced now.
S-xUAL
de-sire🍑
( A night with my best friend 🛌)
Rated 🔞+
✍️ Chapter Three✍️
I was starting to think Kyle’s stomach was the same as one of a whale. The amount of food the boy consumed a day could virtually feed the whole neighbourhood, if possible.
At this moment we were in my room with me snuggled up in my small purple blanket—which I have called “blankie” since I was five years old. I was cudd-ling one of my teddy bears and Kyle was currently gorging himself on my ch!ps, ben and jerry ice cream along with the sandwich he asked me to make for him.
I mean seriously I get that he was now an eighteen year old teenager with hor-mones increasing his nee-d to eat, but the trouble I always got when my dad found his favourite protein bars missing was beginning to irritate me.
nee-dless to say that Kyle never even got a tad bit of weight gain whereas if I were to eat like him, in a few days I wouldn’t even fit into my comfortable sweat p@n-ts and even socks. Yes socks.
“I think Christ©pher Walken overacted here a bit.” Kyle said throu-gh a mouthful of ch!ps.
One of the reasons of why I was snuggled in my sheets, clutching my teddy was because we were currently finishing off the last p@rt of Sleepy Hollow. The movie terrified the life out of me every time but it was one of those movies that was my favourite because of the fact that Johnny Depp and Chris Walken were in it.
“Christ©pher Walken is amazing!” I bellowed, alre-ady getting offended by his remark.
“Keya, calm your tits I was referring to his character in here.”
“You cannot just insult The Walken.”
He sm-irked at me when the credits on my plasma TV suited right above my wall, opposite my be-d, started rolling.
“It’s just the way he talks.” He defended himself.
“What about the way he talks?” I scowled.
“Keya, c’mon, you have to know what I’m talking about,” he squashed himself closer to me.
“But that’s what makes him The Walken, it’s his way,” I argued.
“Okay-okay fine. I do admit he is amazing but…”
“But?! There’s no buts!” I shouted.
He grinned at me snidely for a while.
“Cheese.” He said unexpectedly, but what was more unexpected was the change of in his accent. He sounded off and somehow so familiar that I could only laugh when he tried to imitate Christ©pher Walken.
“I like it.” He continued. “Cheddar, Gouda you name it.”
At this rate I was snort laughing in fits of giggles.
It’s the fact that he was now actually off the be-d doing the same surprised actions Christ©pher Walken would tend to do.
“It’s interesting because cheese smells the same as feet. I like it. Ooh!” He continued.
“…st©p! I can’t.” I tried to talk between another fit of laughter.
He chuckled at this and we were both laughing uncontrollably now.
“You should definitely consider voice interpretation as your vocation,” I mocked as I straightened myself into a sitting position on the be-d.
He made an upside down scowling face at me, his head was currently suited at my l@p. And his whole b©dy was sideways across the be-d.
“Nah,” He swatted his hand away.
Then he closed his eyes and breathed in, as if in relaxation, as if he were falling asleep.
I watched him for a moment, admiring how adorable he looked at the moment. His hair was plastered across his face and I couldn’t help myself. I began stro-king the locks back and they tangled themselves into one S-xy mess.
I took note of how he sighed and I rejoiced at the fact that it was my doing. I shifted myself closer and leaned my head a bit down.
He was truly stunning, his messy long eyelashes from his closed eyes fanned across his cheeks and his pink colouredl-ips were pursed as if in thought. They looked so invitingly tempting to k!ss, that if he hadn’t instantly opened his eyes. I think I would’ve done it.
When his eyes met mine, tra-pping me, I blu-shed as if I’d been caught doing something illicit. However, I thanked the colour of my skin for not ma-king my blus-h evident.
He sm-irked, “You’re blu-shing, what were you thinking of doing?”
Damn, how can he tell?
His sm-irk increa-sed, “I can tell because you have this shy look every time you do. It’s kind of cute.” He answered my unspoken question.
Was he a mind re-ader now?
I frowned at him, “I am not blu-shing.”
“Of course.” He mocked sarcastically.
I gr0@ninside. Why did it take now for him to make me feel this way? I never blu-shed for anyb©dy. Ever!
Still annoyed at him—for whatever reason, I didn’t know—I pushed him off my l@p, in fact I pushed him so r0ûghly that he fell on the carpeted floor in a thud.
I snickered in fits of laughter and my laughter increa-sed when he got up from the floor ru-bbing his so-re bu-tt with a look of pure utter humiliation.
Two for Keya. One for Kyle.
I fell back on the be-d and it was until I felt a di-p on the be-d and a b©dy pressing upon me that I instantly st©pped.
Kyle was on t©p of me. Freaking Kyle Reyes was on t©p of me.
Before I could even react, he took both of my hands and pinned them on t©p of my head and when I tried to move them, it was impossible.
“You’re going to pay for that,” his eyes gleamed a fierce green colour as he stared at me.
I couldn’t even fathom what was happening, I was too engrossed on the fact that Kyle was sitting astride on t©p of me, his b©dy was pressing me down. I could’ve lied if I said that this position didn’t affect me the slightest… because it did. Oh it really did.
I found my breath hitching when he leaned down towards my face so that he was… probably twelve centimetres away from me.
“What are you going to do?” I asked feigning being scared.
His green eyes gleamed wickedly.
“What am I going to do?” he asked me rhetorically.
I squirmed, moving my b©dy un-der him trying to free myself but he was too heavy to pu-ll away from and he had a ti-ght grip on both of hands.
Suddenly he repositioned both of my hands to one his hand whilst the other began other trailing from my arm all the way to my shoulder. His f!ngersleft a burning s-en-sation there.
His f!ngersstro-ked my arm up and down before moving to that dangerous territory that was my arm pits. My breath hitched as I felt an unwanted anticipation.
He sm-irked at my reaction, all the while our eyes are still locked into a cautious gaze.
“Don’t do it.” I warned him.
“Don’t do what?” he feigned innocence but his eyes told me it all, they told of his impending evil plans.
I breathed in relief when he moved his hand away from my arm pit, however, my relief soon vanished when he moved those same f!ngersto the side of my b©dy, lingering un-der my ribs. They stayed there for mere two seconds before moving all the way to my w@!st.
He was quic-k with this because before I knew it, he launched those f!ngersback un-der my ribs and began the torture of tickling me.
I screamed and g@sped at the sudden attack. That only made him increase in effort as he re-leased my hands and used both of his hands now to tickle my other side.
I squirmed and trashed unable to breathe from the uncontrollable laughter that was erupting from me.
“Ky…St©p…I…can’t…” I trashed un-der him, screaming and laughing at the same time.
He had the same wicked grin plastered on his face as he continued with his torment.
“plea-se…I…can’t…breathe!”
He gr@bb£d my hand when I tried using them to punch and shove him away. He locked both of them again with his one hand as the other continued to torture me.
I had to give it to him, the boy was strong, so strong in fact that my strength was nothing compared to his.
Tears were now pouring from eyes. It felt as if my stomach was on fire. I now un-derstood that saying of “laughing until you felt a six pack forming” because I felt it. I felt the ti-ghtness of my abdominal muscles from this ordeal.
“Kyle!” I screamed at him but he ignored my plea-s.
“plea-se!” I cried and laughed as he went for my armpits again.
Suddenly the door to my be-droom ban-ged open cutting off my scream.
I saw the upside-down figure of my father on the door.
“Kyle st©p torturing my daughter and Keya will plea-se you st©p screaming the place down!” My father barged into the room.
✍️ Chapter Three✍️
I was starting to think Kyle’s stomach was the same as one of a whale. The amount of food the boy consumed a day could virtually feed the whole neighbourhood, if possible.
At this moment we were in my room with me snuggled up in my small purple blanket—which I have called “blankie” since I was five years old. I was cudd-ling one of my teddy bears and Kyle was currently gorging himself on my ch!ps, ben and jerry ice cream along with the sandwich he asked me to make for him.
I mean seriously I get that he was now an eighteen year old teenager with hor-mones increasing his nee-d to eat, but the trouble I always got when my dad found his favourite protein bars missing was beginning to irritate me.
nee-dless to say that Kyle never even got a tad bit of weight gain whereas if I were to eat like him, in a few days I wouldn’t even fit into my comfortable sweat p@n-ts and even socks. Yes socks.
“I think Christ©pher Walken overacted here a bit.” Kyle said throu-gh a mouthful of ch!ps.
One of the reasons of why I was snuggled in my sheets, clutching my teddy was because we were currently finishing off the last p@rt of Sleepy Hollow. The movie terrified the life out of me every time but it was one of those movies that was my favourite because of the fact that Johnny Depp and Chris Walken were in it.
“Christ©pher Walken is amazing!” I bellowed, alre-ady getting offended by his remark.
“Keya, calm your tits I was referring to his character in here.”
“You cannot just insult The Walken.”
He sm-irked at me when the credits on my plasma TV suited right above my wall, opposite my be-d, started rolling.
“It’s just the way he talks.” He defended himself.
“What about the way he talks?” I scowled.
“Keya, c’mon, you have to know what I’m talking about,” he squashed himself closer to me.
“But that’s what makes him The Walken, it’s his way,” I argued.
“Okay-okay fine. I do admit he is amazing but…”
“But?! There’s no buts!” I shouted.
He grinned at me snidely for a while.
“Cheese.” He said unexpectedly, but what was more unexpected was the change of in his accent. He sounded off and somehow so familiar that I could only laugh when he tried to imitate Christ©pher Walken.
“I like it.” He continued. “Cheddar, Gouda you name it.”
At this rate I was snort laughing in fits of giggles.
It’s the fact that he was now actually off the be-d doing the same surprised actions Christ©pher Walken would tend to do.
“It’s interesting because cheese smells the same as feet. I like it. Ooh!” He continued.
“…st©p! I can’t.” I tried to talk between another fit of laughter.
He chuckled at this and we were both laughing uncontrollably now.
“You should definitely consider voice interpretation as your vocation,” I mocked as I straightened myself into a sitting position on the be-d.
He made an upside down scowling face at me, his head was currently suited at my l@p. And his whole b©dy was sideways across the be-d.
“Nah,” He swatted his hand away.
Then he closed his eyes and breathed in, as if in relaxation, as if he were falling asleep.
I watched him for a moment, admiring how adorable he looked at the moment. His hair was plastered across his face and I couldn’t help myself. I began stro-king the locks back and they tangled themselves into one S-xy mess.
I took note of how he sighed and I rejoiced at the fact that it was my doing. I shifted myself closer and leaned my head a bit down.
He was truly stunning, his messy long eyelashes from his closed eyes fanned across his cheeks and his pink colouredl-ips were pursed as if in thought. They looked so invitingly tempting to k!ss, that if he hadn’t instantly opened his eyes. I think I would’ve done it.
When his eyes met mine, tra-pping me, I blu-shed as if I’d been caught doing something illicit. However, I thanked the colour of my skin for not ma-king my blus-h evident.
He sm-irked, “You’re blu-shing, what were you thinking of doing?”
Damn, how can he tell?
His sm-irk increa-sed, “I can tell because you have this shy look every time you do. It’s kind of cute.” He answered my unspoken question.
Was he a mind re-ader now?
I frowned at him, “I am not blu-shing.”
“Of course.” He mocked sarcastically.
I gr0@ninside. Why did it take now for him to make me feel this way? I never blu-shed for anyb©dy. Ever!
Still annoyed at him—for whatever reason, I didn’t know—I pushed him off my l@p, in fact I pushed him so r0ûghly that he fell on the carpeted floor in a thud.
I snickered in fits of laughter and my laughter increa-sed when he got up from the floor ru-bbing his so-re bu-tt with a look of pure utter humiliation.
Two for Keya. One for Kyle.
I fell back on the be-d and it was until I felt a di-p on the be-d and a b©dy pressing upon me that I instantly st©pped.
Kyle was on t©p of me. Freaking Kyle Reyes was on t©p of me.
Before I could even react, he took both of my hands and pinned them on t©p of my head and when I tried to move them, it was impossible.
“You’re going to pay for that,” his eyes gleamed a fierce green colour as he stared at me.
I couldn’t even fathom what was happening, I was too engrossed on the fact that Kyle was sitting astride on t©p of me, his b©dy was pressing me down. I could’ve lied if I said that this position didn’t affect me the slightest… because it did. Oh it really did.
I found my breath hitching when he leaned down towards my face so that he was… probably twelve centimetres away from me.
“What are you going to do?” I asked feigning being scared.
His green eyes gleamed wickedly.
“What am I going to do?” he asked me rhetorically.
I squirmed, moving my b©dy un-der him trying to free myself but he was too heavy to pu-ll away from and he had a ti-ght grip on both of hands.
Suddenly he repositioned both of my hands to one his hand whilst the other began other trailing from my arm all the way to my shoulder. His f!ngersleft a burning s-en-sation there.
His f!ngersstro-ked my arm up and down before moving to that dangerous territory that was my arm pits. My breath hitched as I felt an unwanted anticipation.
He sm-irked at my reaction, all the while our eyes are still locked into a cautious gaze.
“Don’t do it.” I warned him.
“Don’t do what?” he feigned innocence but his eyes told me it all, they told of his impending evil plans.
I breathed in relief when he moved his hand away from my arm pit, however, my relief soon vanished when he moved those same f!ngersto the side of my b©dy, lingering un-der my ribs. They stayed there for mere two seconds before moving all the way to my w@!st.
He was quic-k with this because before I knew it, he launched those f!ngersback un-der my ribs and began the torture of tickling me.
I screamed and g@sped at the sudden attack. That only made him increase in effort as he re-leased my hands and used both of his hands now to tickle my other side.
I squirmed and trashed unable to breathe from the uncontrollable laughter that was erupting from me.
“Ky…St©p…I…can’t…” I trashed un-der him, screaming and laughing at the same time.
He had the same wicked grin plastered on his face as he continued with his torment.
“plea-se…I…can’t…breathe!”
He gr@bb£d my hand when I tried using them to punch and shove him away. He locked both of them again with his one hand as the other continued to torture me.
I had to give it to him, the boy was strong, so strong in fact that my strength was nothing compared to his.
Tears were now pouring from eyes. It felt as if my stomach was on fire. I now un-derstood that saying of “laughing until you felt a six pack forming” because I felt it. I felt the ti-ghtness of my abdominal muscles from this ordeal.
“Kyle!” I screamed at him but he ignored my plea-s.
“plea-se!” I cried and laughed as he went for my armpits again.
Suddenly the door to my be-droom ban-ged open cutting off my scream.
I saw the upside-down figure of my father on the door.
“Kyle st©p torturing my daughter and Keya will plea-se you st©p screaming the place down!” My father barged into the room.
To be continued…💟