sexual Desire

A night with my best friend 🛌) Rated 🔞

✍️ Chapter one✍️

"Take my virginity," 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 virginity that I now saw my best friend as some sort of sex model? I mean this was Kyle; the boy who had almost chocked on his braces 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 glassed, mouth braced, 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 braces and specs and with that removed, his appearance seemed dramatically altered.

He hadn't been ugly or unattractive before but without the glasses, his pale green eyes were magnified, mesmerising and pretty much making every girl swoon. The way he used his mouth: talking and smirking 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 through it, making you want to run your hand through it.

Yes! I fully admit it now. He was hot.

But with his attractiveness came 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 hot, well most of the times he tried not to let his vanity get to him, but that always failed.

He slowly became one of the 'School Sex 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 virgin. Yes, it did get to me when those girls flaunted and gossiped about their one night stands and sex 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 ready. "Like, who the fudge are you?.

You don't know what I want or need!" Is what I should have said to them.

Whilst Kyle had been busy enjoying his popularity, which his good looks came with, I was busy struggling to get laid. 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, hot girls? He was after all still a hormonal teenage with needs 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 anybody 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 hard. But with all this I was still me and I liked me. This awkward—sometimes antisocial but couldn't turn down the chance party—completely outrageous but totally down to earth, me.

"You're not serious, are you?" One of Kyle's eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

I gave him a straight look, making sure that I added my seriousness as I spoke. "Yes. I am."

He burst 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 virgin, hell I wanna feel that gut wrenching; heart pacing; love making 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 embarrassment 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-shirt.

"What? Ew, no!" I whispered raspy. I was embarrassed, 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 shot 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 sex running to the other and spilling their guts about these sort of things. Second of all, stop with questions, it's embarrassing enough and you're making 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 virginity. 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 rubbed his temples as if the subject of my virginity was such a pain to hear.

I winced at the mention on my ex. He was still a sore spot. We only lasted for a month this made me feel ashamed. Even the reason behind the break up was shameful.

Max was a football player, but even though he was still incredibly charming. I hadn't seen him as my first. He looked like he would have been rough on me. But I was desperate, seriously desperate. And so by the time I had been ready to change the issue of my virginity. He had already 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 relationship status as single; according to Facebook. But it still didn't take the void of knowing I would forever be a virgin, 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 playful smirk.

Suddenly it was as if the temperature in the room has increased. I felt my breath hitching and then coming out in harsh pants, 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 embarrassing!

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 sexy lips of his to touch mine.

But out of nowhere, he burst out with laughter.

Quickly, 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 my lips. Dammit and I thought he was going to kiss me.

"Shut up," I quickly hid my disappointment and embarrassment.

"Oh baby," he crooned laughing. "You are blushing. How adorable."

"Am not!" I put my hands on my face, to cool down my now burning face.

"Whatever you say," he teased. And I had to ground in my frustration.

He signed

✍️ Chapter Two✍️

"Keya, I can't take your virginity," his tone was serious all of a sudden, all trace of humour and teasing gone.

I pursed my lips. "Why not?" Suddenly for the first time in years I felt insecure.

"Am I ugly? Oh god it's the hair isn't it? Please 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 through my frizzy hair only for it to get tangled up in those annoying curls.

"Keya, Keya stop!" 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 through 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 player at school. I can't risk losing your friendship. And I know once…" He motioned with his hands at me and him. "I know once we have sex…" 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 deep part of me knew this and also didn't want to lose his friendship. I mean we've been through far too much for us to risk our friendship.

But I was a stubborn and selfish person, and right now, as I gazed upon his eyes; as I took in his sculptured lips, 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. Stop. This is Kyle, for Pete's sake. This boy had to be Hot and with a capital H, Hot. 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 relationships and my pursuit of losing my virginity, 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 through 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 cocked 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 slept with. "

I blanched at that and then cringed as an image of him with a girl tangled in his body in an obscene way, crept into my mind. Brain, please stop 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, please 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 licked his lips.

I gasp 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 already 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 partial 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 ass. 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 smirk.

Jerk. 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 his lips pressed together on the fork and for that moment I imagined the same lips kissing mine.

What was wrong with me? My breath was even hitching up already 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 smirked as he realised that I was ogling at him.

"Enjoying the show?" He asked.

The perky bàstard. I thought as I blushed.

I tried to stare impassively at him, as if not understanding 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 scrubbing the grim that seemed intent on staying on the freaking plate and not responding to my vigorous scrubbing, 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 absentmindedly 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 his lips 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 playing. 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 neck and resulted in strange shivers running down my body.

I swiftly turned around to face him, a full on knowing smirk 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 seductive look. 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 rubbed the back of his neck.

"What am I doing?"

"I'm asking you," he licked his lip but his frown was now turning to a scowl.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

At that moment he was trapped between me and the fridge. I crossed my arms, and fluttered my eyes up at him.

"Dammit!" he cussed.

I cocked an eyebrow up in inquisition.

Then I thought of what my mother always told me to do when seducing a man."Easy all you have to do is strut up your boobs, pout and bite your lower lip while touching him lightly on any upper part of his body."

I started by biting my lip and then strutting my chest higher, I moved closer to him to tentatively hold on to his arm.

"Keya…what—"

"Shhh…" I stopped him as I placed a finger over his lip.

Oh! Those lips felt so soft against my fingers, they made me wonder how softer they will be to feel on my lip.

He groaned on his throat at the contact of my hand and the sound was just so sexy. He was breathing in pants, which was good because this is what I had wanted. I moved my hand from his lips to trail it all the way to the back of his neck and I watched as he closed his eyes in a strain.

"Ke—"

Before he could finish, I gripped his neck and pulled him down towards me so that his face was mere inches from mine. I smirked when he gasped in surprise. His eyes sprang open as they searched mine. And we were locked in a gaze.

I trailed my fingers up to his amazing locks of sandy brown hair. And I revelled on how silky soft his hair felt against my hand. I stroked the longer locks before tightening my grip and fisting my hand on his hair.

This made him groan. He closed his eyes for a mere second before opening them again.

I glimpsed it. I saw the lust 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 touching. He closed his eyes, his lips parting lightly in harsh pants.

Was he expecting me to kiss him? Just like I had expected him to kiss me earlier?

Well revenge is a b!tch.

I inched closer until our nose touched.

This was affecting me even more than I had expected. I really wanted to kiss him right now. But I had to withdraw. I had to.

And so before our lips could almost touch, I whispered to him.

"Yes, let's go and watch a movie." I pulled my hands away from his hair and neck 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 burst out laughing when his expression turned to downright confusion and I could see disappointment there too.

Two can play at this game, Kyle. I thought. Bet you don't think I'm inexperienced now.

✍️ 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 cuddling one of my teddy bears and Kyle was currently gorging himself on my chips, 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 hormones increasing his need to eat, but the trouble I always got when my dad found his favourite protein bars missing was beginning to irritate me.

Needless 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 pants and even socks. Yes socks.

"I think Christopher Walken overacted here a bit." Kyle said through a mouthful of chips.

One of the reasons of why I was snuggled in my sheets, clutching my teddy was because we were currently finishing off the last part 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.

"Christopher Walken is amazing!" I bellowed, already getting offended by his remark.

"Keya, calm your tits I was referring to his character in here."

"You cannot just insult The Walken."

He smirked at me when the credits on my plasma TV suited right above my wall, opposite my bed, 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 Christopher 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 bed doing the same surprised actions Christopher Walken would tend to do.

"It's interesting because cheese smells the same as feet. I like it. Ooh!" He continued.

"…stop! 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 bed.

He made an upside down scowling face at me, his head was currently suited at my lap. And his whole body was sideways across the bed.

"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 stroking the locks back and they tangled themselves into one sexy 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 coloured lips were pursed as if in thought. They looked so invitingly tempting to kiss, that if he hadn't instantly opened his eyes. I think I would've done it.

When his eyes met mine, trapping me, I blushed as if I'd been caught doing something illicit. However, I thanked the colour of my skin for not making my blush evident.

He smirked, "You're blushing, what were you thinking of doing?"

Damn, how can he tell?

His smirk increased, "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 reader now?

I frowned at him, "I am not blushing."

"Of course." He mocked sarcastically.

I groan inside. Why did it take now for him to make me feel this way? I never blushed for anybody. Ever!

Still annoyed at him—for whatever reason, I didn't know—I pushed him off my lap, in fact I pushed him so roughly that he fell on the carpeted floor in a thud.

I snickered in fits of laughter and my laughter increased when he got up from the floor rubbing his sore butt with a look of pure utter humiliation.

Two for Keya. One for Kyle.

I fell back on the bed and it was until I felt a dip on the bed and a body pressing upon me that I instantly stopped.

Kyle was on top of me. Freaking Kyle Reyes was on top of me.

Before I could even react, he took both of my hands and pinned them on top 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 top of me, his body 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 body under him trying to free myself but he was too heavy to pull away from and he had a tight 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 fingers left a burning sensation there.

His fingers stroked 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 smirked 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 fingers to the side of my body, lingering under my ribs. They stayed there for mere two seconds before moving all the way to my waist.

He was quick with this because before I knew it, he launched those fingers back under my ribs and began the torture of tickling me.

I screamed and gasped at the sudden attack. That only made him increase in effort as he released 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…Stop…I…can't…" I trashed under him, screaming and laughing at the same time.

He had the same wicked grin plastered on his face as he continued with his torment.

"Please…I…can't…breathe!"

He grabbed 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 understood that saying of "laughing until you felt a six pack forming" because I felt it. I felt the tightness of my abdominal muscles from this ordeal.

"Kyle!" I screamed at him but he ignored my pleas.

"Please!" I cried and laughed as he went for my armpits again.

Suddenly the door to my bedroom banged open cutting off my scream.

I saw the upside-down figure of my father on the door.

"Kyle stop torturing my daughter and Keya will please you stop screaming the place down!" My father barged into the room