11
Mission accomplished: I’d successfully taught Uzezi how to rollerblade. I felt a little drunk, so high on endorphins it felt like the little alcohol we’d had earlier in the evening hadn’t faded from my system even though I knew it had.
I couldn’t stop thinking about that little frisson of energy that had passed between us every time I’d whispered, “That’s good” and “just like that”, even though I really hadn’t been trying to be coy.
That electricity remained as our date had gone on, even after we’d taken a break, ordered some junk food from the rink’s little cafeteria, and returned for a final skating session, with me encouraging Uzezi to finally skate on his own.
We held hands when we finally left the rink, the tension between us strung so tight I swore I could see it—like the bright golden chord of a guitar linking his heart to mine. Or my pussy to his dick. I giggled mentally at the image.
The group chat had come alive while we’d been skating, our friends informing us they were indeed going to the house party at Felicia’s. Both our houses were going to be empty. My heart began to pound with anticipation, the arousal that had been simmering in my blood threatening to boil.
His thumb stroked the back of my hand in the Uber on the way to his, his eyes on me heavy and full of so much intensity I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Just like he’d done for me, I walked Uzezi to his room door.
His house was a mirror image of mine, but his room was the one on the ground floor, to the right of the small entryway immediately after the front door.
In my place, that room was Bernice’s. Up the stairs, the first door to the right was Prince’s room—my room, at my place’s—and the last, the one directly above Uzezi’s, was Dayo’s—A.K.A. Fiona’s room, at mine.
We didn’t speak as Uzezi unlocked his room, then led us inside. And even though I’d been dreaming of this exact moment practically since I’d started coming up with an idea for our next date, I found myself growing a little nervous.
My best friend spun around after I’d barely closed the door behind me, his gaze trailing from my head to my toes, lingering on my cleavage and exposed thigh, before he pushed me right up against the wood with the warm bulk of his body, his hands cupping my hips.
My breath hitched in my throat. I let my purse fall, my hands automatically flying up to grip his arms.
When his eyes met mine, my chest was already heaving. We moved seemingly at the same time, our teeth clacking as we smashed our mouths together.
I laughed a little, Uzezi laughing right with me.
I didn’t want his hands off my hips, so I took control of the kiss, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, my right hand cupping the back of his head and tilting until we finally had the right angle.
The moment we did, we were kissing madly, desperately, like it’d been years instead of just three days.
He pressed his body harder against mine, practically crushing me into the door, gripping my hips almost painfully tight.
I helplessly spread my thighs, moaning when he pushed one of his own immediately between them, slotting our hips together.
When we finally had to pull apart for air, we both had to literally gulp it in, our hips gently rocking. I could feel how hard he was. How big. Pressed up right against my left hip. Fuck. I was going to leak through my panties at this rate.
“So,” I began, my voice thready and rough. I cleared my throat, swallowing. “I guess it’s my turn to ask you to rate this date from one to ten.”
“Hundred over ten,” he said immediately, his voice just as gravelly. “Best date I’ve ever been on; would definitely date again.”
I laughed. Uzezi leaned in close, so our foreheads were almost touching.
The eye contact made me feel raw, strangely vulnerable.
His left hand dropped from my hip, the tips of his fingers gently teasing at the slit of my dress, stroking so lightly against my bare skin it sent goosebumps rising like a tide all over my body. My clit throbbed, swollen and needy.
“Fure, baby,” he whispered, his voice all grit.
Oh God, oh God, oh God. It was happening. It was happening. The thing I’d hoped and planned for the moment I’d put this dress on. I squirmed with breathless anticipation, making my voice sound deliberately innocent. “Yes, Uzi, baby?”
His lips quirked, his expression saying he knew exactly what I was doing. “On our last date, I seem to remember mentioning how a certain part of that dress drove me absolutely wild.”
“I think I remember it, too,” I quipped, making him chuckle softly.
“Yet here you are again,” he whispered. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d chosen this dress for one single purpose.”
“And what if I had?” I said boldly, giving up on holding back and squirming against his thigh. Jesus fucking Christ. Could this count as foreplay? My pussy didn’t care; it was already so wet, my clit singing with ecstasy at the much-needed pressure. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Hm.”
My lower belly fluttered at the low sound.
Uzezi gripped my hips, stopping my wanton rocking. He took a single step back, letting go of me. Then he dropped to his knees.
I made a shockingly inhuman noise, my eyes growing wide even as I grew wetter, my clit so swollen I swore I could feel it poking out from between my pussy lips.
The sight of my best friend on his knees between my slightly spread thighs was short-circuiting my entire system.
It felt like I was in a Glitch, even though the Ofure of Before and After had since blurred together and I could no longer tell who was who.
Uzezi stared up at me for a moment, as if confirming that this was okay, that I was ready—that I wanted this. Wanted him.
“Yes,” I whispered out loud, my throat thick. I swallowed to try and clear it. “I want you.” The admission made my heart do a strange little flutter, the Ofure of Before and After splitting apart for a brief moment, before coming together once more.
“Fuck, Fure. I want you, too.” His expression told me saying those words made him feel just as strange, just as raw. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“Uzi.” I moaned, squirming, the breathy confession amplifying my desire.
He placed a hand on each of my thighs, his grip startlingly warm. We’d taken our shoes off at the front door, so I didn’t have to worry about my heels as he slid his hands up underneath my skirt, gently stroking my dimpled skin, the soft material of the dress sliding over the back of his knuckles.
I was breathing hard, but I didn’t stop his slow exploration until he had his hands on my hips.
He squeezed, then rubbed his thumbs over my hipbones, his eyebrows furrowed, like he was trying to figure out the material of my underwear.
He stroked the tips of his fingers into the waistband, then tugged a little.
“Can I?” he asked, meeting my gaze.
I seemed to have lost my voice. I nodded quickly. My right hand landed on his shoulder for balance as he began to slide my panties down my hips, my thighs, and finally, my legs. I let my weight rest on him as I lifted one foot, then the other, then my best friend had my underwear in his grip.
“Goddamn.” He groaned, staring hungrily at the lace. Pale pink and frilly, with a damp spot darkening almost the entire rectangle of cotton at the seat. I blushed, even as Uzezi repeated, “Goddamn,” when he noticed it, breathing almost as fast as I was.
When he shamelessly brought the underwear to his nose, I made a low-pitched noise, my nails digging into his shoulder.
“Uzezi,” I gasped, scandalised, even as my pussy clenched hard, wetness seeping out of me, trailing down the middle of my thighs.
“What?” He laughed a little, taking another deep inhale. “God-fucking-damn, Ofure.”
Jesus. Was I going to last at this point? It felt like I was going to come the moment he so much as set eyes on my bare pussy for the first time.
I blushed again when he tucked the panties into his jacket pocket, then focused back on me, fisting the skirt of my dress and pushing it up my legs. He hesitated when he reached my thighs, glancing questioningly up at me.
“Can I?”
I nodded. Oh God, I’d never been so wet in my life.
“From now on, I’m going to need your words, Fure, baby.”
I swallowed repeatedly. “Yes, you can, Uzi, baby.”
His eyes flashed. All that deep, warm brown had been nearly swallowed up by his pupil, turning them nearly black. It was so fucking sexy, oh my God.
“Hold this out of the way for me, will you?” he murmured, and I dutifully took the hem of the dress, holding it up against my chest with my left hand. “Jesus,” he whispered when his eyes landed on my mound.
I could imagine what he was staring at. Bare, smooth skin that was slightly plump with fat, shadowed by the curve of my soft, round belly. The lips of my pussy were probably glistening, peeking a little from the tops of my clenched, dimpled thighs.
“You do this for me?” he asked, dropping his right hand from my hip so he could stroke a thumb against the smooth skin. Christ, his voice had never been this deep. My clit was standing at attention, begging for a touch, a kiss—anything.
I squirmed. “I-I may have gotten a little self-conscious,” I admitted with a small, nervous giggle.
He visibly softened. “Why? It’s only me.” His thumb was still stroking distractedly against my soft, smooth skin; it was inches away from where I wanted it, each caress making my pussy clench, growing hotter and wetter.
“I know,” I said, my chest warm. I hadn’t realised I’d still held a minute trace of tension—so small I hadn’t even known it was there.
But the moment he said that—it’s only me—all my tension disappeared.
This was my best friend, even though, from the moment we’d first kissed, he’d begun to feel like something entirely new.