Page 10 of Sunday

Celine wiggled her fingers. Janae passed the blunt to her, and I reclined in my seat and chilled.

Sunday stood, closed her eyes, and danced with her arms wrapped around herself. Within minutes, Celine had pulled Chaz up. Shawn had convinced Janae to dance with him, and I watched Sunday closely.

She must have felt my eyes on her, because she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I knew what she was up to the minute she danced in my direction. I searched for a way to dissuade her, first by shaking my head, then by saying, “Girl, you know I don’t dance.”

That earned me a glare and her reminding me, “You danced your ass off at Tiff’s wedding. Come on.”

She tugged my hand and curled her fingers around mine until I gave in and stood. Mary J. Blige’s “Family Affair” turned into Rema’s “Baby.” The Afrobeats and sensual percussions mixed with Sade’s seductive “Is It A Crime” made the melodious beat smooth and relaxing with a chill vibe, but it was also the perfect setup for what happened next.

My dick was bricked up. I stared into her eyes and licked my lips. The way she stared back told me she wanted what I did. This was why I hadn’t wanted to dance.

“Relax,” Sunday coaxed the minute she felt my muscles tighten. “We’re still friends. We used to do this shit easily before.”

I smirked and chuckled. “You’re right.”

“Don’t make things complicated that don’t have to be, Cedar.”

I nodded and chilled out, enjoying the vibe of my friends all around me. I tried not to get into my head too deep about Sunday, but how the hell could I not? The way her hips gyrated as she danced and the jiggle of her breasts mixed with the warm, spicy fragrance of her perfume made it hard to ignore what brewed between us.

“Y’all give couple vibes,” Janae commented.

“It’s not even like that,” Sunday replied as we danced to Isaiah Falls’ “Butterflies.”

“Don’t know why.”

“Because we’re good friends, J. You know that.”

I could feel Sunday tensing in my arms, and I knew she was worried about my reaction. I rubbed her back gently and ordered, “Chill. It’s all good.”

“Homies make the best lovers,” Shawn piped up.

I shot him a look, and he shrugged.

“I ain’t gon’ lie, Cedar. Sunday is a good look on you. A good comeback,” Chaz chimed in.

“A’ight. Chill, y’all.”

They teased us a little longer, and the evening ended on a good note, with everyone relaxed, laughing, and high as hell.

“You good?” Sunday asked around one in the morning.

Everyone had left, and we were cleaning the kitchen.

“Yeah,” I muttered.

She placed the broom away and walked to me at the sink. Placing a hand on my wrist, she asked, “You sure? Were you bothered tonight by those comments? Because I don’t want anything strange between us. We’ve always been easy, Cedar. I like our easy.”

I searched her eyes, and I saw the hunger there that belied her words. That hunger had been stirred up with our first kiss, and it hadn’t been doused. I knew because I held the same hunger in my eyes and my soul. I thirsted for another taste of her sweet, plump, soft lips, and nothing would satiate the desire except for another taste.

I dipped my head down, cupped her chin, and stared into her eyes. The nod was so subtle but firm enough not to be mistaken. I brushed my lips against hers, and Sunday threw her arms around my neck.

My arms went to her waist, and I lifted her onto the counter beside the sink. My lips pressed against hers firmly until she opened her mouth to me. The kiss was savage, hungry, and desperate on both our behalf. We were arms, teeth, lips, and tongues.

Somehow, my fingers went to the hem of her crop top in the back and dragged underneath. She wore no bra, and her nipples teased me all night long. Sunday didn’t have big breasts. She was a tiny girl, but they filled my hands perfectly.

Sunday’s arms moved from around my neck and dragged at my T-shirt. I pulled away long enough for us to free ourselves from our shirts. I pulled her to me again and pressed my firm chest against her soft, curvy one.

“Mmm,” she hummed underneath our kiss.

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