Page 9 of U + Me

“You wanna know how I feel about leaving you?” he said and something in the way he said leaving me hit different.

Without verbally responding I looked into his eyes as he continued.

“I got mad love for you, KK. At first, I wanted more than a friendship but then our bond as friends continued to get stronger and stronger. Once you had me all the way friend zoned, I dismissed any thoughts about taking things to another level with you. Now that I’m leaving, I’m glad we didn’t take things there cause I wouldn’t want anything changing the friendship we have.”

I wanted to say ‘but leaving to go to another state won’t’, but I didn’t because again, this was a dream for Darius. Just like he had always supported me, I intended on supporting him also, even if it meant dealing with losing my best friend. It was the least I could do.

“Why you keep staring at me like that?”

“You beautiful as fuck, KK. It’s all over your face you not good tho. I wish there was a way you could come with me. Ion feel right leaving you behind like this.”

“Ion wanna live in hot ass Georgia. I’m good right here in the Midwest, sir.” I chuckled.

I’d never been to Georgia, nor have I thought to ever want to go; yet at the same time I wasn’t opposed to it forreal. Trust and believe if there were a way that I could leave with him I would, but I couldn’t.

We sat in silence for a few seconds before Darius said anything.

“Why you so quiet?”

“Ion know, just thinking.” I replied.

“About?”

I shrugged my shoulders then unexpectedly, out of nowhere, I did the one thing I never would’ve thought I would’ve done. I leaned in and Darius leaned forward, meeting me halfway then the next thing I knew we started kissing. Like, really, really, kissing and when our tongues intertwined it sent me into a mental space that I’d never felt for him before. Getting up without breaking our lip lock, I straddled his lap, and he started moaning and grinding against me. Things were moving so fast, yet it still felt like slow motion at the same time. When he slid his hand up my shirt then exposed one of my nipples, I let out a soft moan.

It felt like I was dreaming, my mind was hollering, “girl what in the fuck is y’all doing” and my body was saying, “more bitch, more! Let’s see what this nigga working with might as well he moving away anyway.”

Part of me wanted to stop but the other part of me wouldn’t allow it. Thinking about it, things between us wouldn’t be awkward cause he’d be long gone soon, so I might as well go for it. I’d rather give myself to someone that I knew for a fact loved me versus someone who just wanted to hurt and take advantage of me because they felt they could and for control.

Darius and I had never ever crossed this line but if Darius was down then fuck it, I was too. Maybe having sex would help get my mind off of the idiots I have to live with, even if it was just for a few minutes.

Breaking our French kiss, Darius began to suck on my breast, paying close attention to my nipple, occasionally flickering his tongue against my hardened nipple. It was causing my body to respond in a way that I never felt. It was like I was losing control of ability to think straight. No one had ever done anything like this to me nor made me feel this good to want to desire more. I could’ve gotten locked in this moment with Darius for forever, but I knew that wasn’t being realistic.

The bravery that engulfed me came out of nowhere and before I knew it, I was unbuckling his belt like I knew what I was doing. After I unbuttoned his jeans, he unzipped them then shimmied under me so that he could bring his pants down a little, exposing his briefs and very hard, very big penis.

Next, he moved on to my leggings and started tugging on the back of them. He slid his hands in the back and grabbed my butt. I raised up a little so that I could slide them off, leaving only my panties and top on.

“Kimberly, you sure you want this? I won’t be mad if you don’t.”

Darius always called me KK; he only called me Kimberly when he was being very serious about something. The fact that he was concerned about my mental before going there with me, when I knew how much he liked to have sex with girls meant a lot to me. That let me know that he wasn’t trying to take advantage and that he really cared.

“I promise.” I kissed his lips. “I’m very sure.”

I didn’t want to talk about it or put too much thought into it, so I removed my top and bra, exposing my bare chest then helped Darius out of his shirt. I wanted to show him that I was down with it so he wouldn’t change his mind. This was a new energy stirring between the both of us. I started rubbing on his erection and I could feel precum ooze through his underwear. I had never done anything like that before, however, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about it from watching porn. It didn’t help that I lived in a home where the adults had no issue being loud and dramatic whenever they had sex. It piqued my curiosity because it was exposed to me.

Darius was moaning and so was I. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, and how good he was making me feel. I was so wrapped up in anticipating what it would feel like with him inside of me that I didn’t think whether it would hurt or not. I expected him to thrust inside of me from underneath, but instead he flipped me onto my back on his bed, removed my panties, then dove headfirst in my lower lips, causing a sound I’d never heard before to erupt from me.

“Ohhh my Goddd!” I moaned between biting my bottom lip. “Ww…ww…what are you doing to mee,” I moaned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“Relax, let that shit out, KK.” Darius sounded so tantalizing and hypnotizing there was no way that I wasn’t in a sexual trance. He had snatched my soul through my yoni and wrapped his soft lips around it. This must have been what Keyshia Cole meant by take me away.

I’d never had sex before nor had I ever had oral. The most a guy has ever done was finger me and kiss on my neck and I only let that happen a good two times cause the guy I was with wanted to have sex, but I wasn’t ready for all that. I didn’t even let him get me to the point of having an orgasm, so I had no clue what to look forward to with Darius. That was the summer after my freshman year of high school and since then I haven’t really had any “boyfriends”. The last thing I wanted was to introduce anyone else to my toxic life and the people in it.

Darius clearly had done this before because any doubt or concerns I may have had all disappeared and all I could focus on was how sensual the moment was and how passionate he was handling me. Out of nowhere this sensation started to build from deep within and just as I took a deep breath, a bolt of the most intense pleasure shot through my whole body down to my private area that was followed by a strong release from all the tension I was holding in.

“Let me get a rubber.”

When Darius stood up, his penis was standing at full attention. I watched as he slid the condom down his shaft with ease then repositioned himself between my legs.

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