CHAPTER 4 #2
"Damn, girl," Terra said, wrinkled her nose playfully. "You are funky. Go take a shower. You out here sweating and glowing like you just ran a marathon through the projects, and now you out here hugging up on city rats with wings. You smell like pure effort and outside."
"Girl, stop playing with me!" I shot back, a wide laugh bubbling out of my chest.
I snatched up the plastic water bottle cap from the floor and threw it directly at her head. Terra laughed, ducking her head with lightning-fast reflexes. The cap completely missed her, sailing past her shoulder and bouncing into the darkness of the living room with a hollow clack.
I looked down at my phone, which was sitting on the balcony floor, and the digital clock read 6:42 AM. A sharp jolt of real-world adrenaline hit my veins.
"But you right, though," I said, picking up my phone and standing up to my full height, stretching my arms above my head. "I should go take a shower. The Ice Queen waits on absolutely no one, and I am not tryna find out what happens to interns who show up at E-Tech at 9:01."
"You damn right about that," Terra said, turning around and walking back into the kitchen area.
Her robe sled slightly to the side, revealing the curve of her hip.
"What you want for breakfast, bitch? Since you out here being the bird whisperer, I guess I can use some of my culinary skills to keep you from starving in corporate America. "
"I’m thinking about a fruit plate... and maybe a nice, greasy egg-and-cheese sandwich on a roll?" I chuckled, walking into the living room and scanning the floor until I found the plastic cap near the TV stand. I picked it up and tossed it in the trash.
"Bitch, do I look like your personal chef?" Terra shouted from the kitchen. I could hear her aggressively rummaging through the refrigerator shelves, slamming jars around. "Do I have a tall white hat on? Is my name Gordon Ramsay? Check the scenery, Miley. You got me fucked up."
"Pretty please, Terra?" I said, my voice dropping into that low, slow, incredibly sultry register I usually saved for when I wanted to get my way.
I sauntered into the kitchen, my bare feet making no sound against the floor.
Terra was bent over, her hands deep inside the lower crisper drawer of the fridge, looking for the egg carton.
The position she was in had her silk robe riding all the way up her thighs, exposing a pair of very tight, very small black lace panties that hugged her round, dark butt perfectly.
I didn't even hesitate. I reached out and gave her a quick, sharp, incredibly loud tap right on her panty-clad cheek.
SLAP.
"OUCH!" Terra shrieked, her entire body snapping upright so fast she almost cracked the back of her head against the upper refrigerator door.
She spun around like a hurricane, her hands instantly flying to her backside to rub the spot where I’d hit her.
Her eyes were wide, a mixture of shock and sudden heat flashing through them.
She stood there, chest heaving slightly under her robe, staring at me while I just stood there leaning against the kitchen counter with my arms crossed, giving her a smug, teasing grin.
"Miley, I swear to God," Terra said, her voice dropping into a breathless chuckle as she reached over and grabbed a bottle of grape juice from the counter, taking a long, aggressive swig directly from the opening.
She swallowed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes locking onto mine with a heavy, intense weight.
"You should be glad I am not into women, girl.
Because otherwise? I would be all over you right now.
You out here walking around with your abs popping, your chest out, smelling like sweat, and putting hands on my body?
You playing a very dangerous game in this kitchen. "
"Shut up and cook mommy something good to eat," I teased, my eyes dropping to her lips before I stepped closer, completely invading her personal space.
Before she could move, I reached around her waist, my hand sliding under the silk robe, and spanked her again—even harder this time—on the other cheek of her butt.
SLAP.
I could tell it stung for real because the sound echoed through the whole kitchen.
Terra almost completely spat her mouthful of grape juice across the white tiled countertop.
She let out a loud, choked gasp, coughing violently as she slammed the juice bottle down so hard the liquid sloshed against the plastic.
She swallowed hard, her face turning a deep, flushed crimson beneath her dark skin.
She rubbed her cheek frantically, her eyes narrowing into something fierce, wild, and incredibly hot.
"Bitch, that shit stung!" Terra hollered, her voice echoing off the kitchen cabinets.
"Tit for tat, honey! You called me funky!" I laughed, already taking two steps backward as I saw the predatory look lock into her expression.
"Oh, it is absolutely on now," Terra said, a low, dangerous smile breaking across her face as she put both hands on her hips. "You think you fast because you did your little hundred squats? Let’s see what that speed look like."
She lunged across the kitchen floor like a track star, and I let out a loud, high-pitched shriek, turning on my heels and making a frantic run for it. My bare feet were slipping slightly on the hardwood as I bolted down the short hallway toward the bathroom.
"Terra, stay back! I got a job to go to!" I screamed, laughing so hard my ribs ached.
"I don't give a damn about E-Tech right now, I’m getting my revenge!" she shouted, her slippers slapping against the floor right behind me. I could hear her catching up, her breathing loud in the narrow hallway.
I reached the bathroom door, threw my body inside, and grabbed the edge of the heavy wooden door to slam it shut. I almost had it locked, but right before the latch could click, Terra’s entire weight crashed into the outside of the wood.
With a burst of pure, overwhelming strength that I didn't even know the girl possessed, she flung the door wide open, sending it cracking against the interior wall.
I stumbled backward onto the bath mat, but before I could balance myself, Terra stepped into the room and slammed the bathroom door shut behind her, clicking the lock into place with one fluid motion.
She turned on me, her silk robe flying open to reveal her entire stomach and the black lace of her underwear.
Before I could even raise my hands in defense, she grabbed both of my wrists with a grip like steel.
With one swift, heavy movement, she swung my body around and slammed my sweaty back directly against the hard wood of the bathroom door.
THUD.
She drove her weight into me, pinning my hands high above my head against the door. I was trapped, completely locked down by her body.
"Stop playing with me, Miley," Terra said, her voice dropping into a deep, heavy, incredibly intense whisper.
Our faces were so close our noses were practically touching.
I could feel the rapid, hot rhythm of her chest rising and falling against my sports bra, the heat radiating off her skin mixing with the leftover warmth of my workout.
We could feel each other’s breath, hot and heavy, filling the tiny space between our lips.
Terra’s dark eyes were wide, staring directly into mine with an intensity that completely cleared the playfulness out of the room.
The silence in the bathroom became heavy, thick with a sudden, suffocating tension.
I looked down at her lips, which were glistening with a tiny remnant of the grape juice she’d been drinking.
For a long, suspended second, I could see the literal gears turning in Terra’s head.
She was looking at me not as a roommate, not as a best friend, but as a woman.
She was wondering—I could see it in the way her gaze traced the line of my jaw—what it would actually feel like to taste another woman. To taste me.
"Fuck it," Terra muttered, her voice dropping all its hesitation.
She went right in.
She lunged forward, crashing her lips against mine with an unbridled, desperate hunger that completely caught me off guard.
My eyes went wide for a split second, my brain completely short-circuiting as the reality of what was happening hit my system.
Terra—my straight, boyfriend-having roommate—was currently mouth-to-mouth with me in our tiny bathroom.
But before my brain could tell her to stop, her mouth opened, and she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, tasting me with a raw, unadulterated passion. A low, involuntary gasp escaped my throat, and my body instantly took over, betraying every logical thought I had.
I kissed her back.
I wrapped my tongue around hers, the flavor of her sweet, grape-infused mouth exploding across my senses.
It was delicious. It was addictive. Our lips locked together, making that loud, wet, incredibly intense friction noise as we wrestled for dominance against the back of the door.
We were kissing like lost lovers who hadn't seen each other in years, the sheer carnality of the moment turning the bathroom into a furnace.
Terra let out a soft, ragged moan into my mouth, her grip on my wrists loosening.
She released my hands from above my head, her fingers sliding down my neck, over my collarbone, and down my sides, her long nails digging into the skin above my hips.
She trailed one hand down to my thigh, lifting my leg slightly to press her hips deeper into mine, before her hand flew to my backside.
SLAP.
She spanked me hard, right on the meat of my ass, the sting causing me to break the kiss with a loud, breathless gasp.
"OUCH! Bitch, don't be spiteful!" I laughed, my voice high and hyperventilating as I looked at her. My chest was heaving, my lips swollen and wet from her mouth.