Page 28 of A Little Kissing Between Friends

“Damn, girl,” I chuckled once we were steady on our feet.

She didn’t say anything, just stared at me, and that’s when I realized just how close we were. Eye-to-eye. Chest-to-chest. We were so close I could feel how fast her heart was beating.

I watched her pupils dilate as she focused on my face.

I felt her nipples harden into pebbles.

My bra wasn’t padded, so if I could feel hers, then she could definitely...

Shit.

Quickly, I stepped back, almost ripping out of her grasp in my haste to put some space between us. The last thing I needed was my reaction to her becoming public knowledge. I just needed to think, that’s all. A couple of days of space between us so I could focus and figure out what this was and how I could make it go away.

I had to make it go away.

Whatever this was, I couldn’t lose my friend because I was suddenly horny for her. So, yeah, I just needed to sleep on it.

Two sleeps, max, should do the trick. I was sure of it. This was just...my mind playing tricks on me because I hadn’t seen Jucee in forever and it had been so long since I’d had a hook up. I’d been working hard for several months and had at least seven more weeks where my schedule was booked solid. I really did just need to rest.

As if she could hear my thoughts, Jucee blinked and her eyes focused. She shook her head like she was trying to shake the last few drops of water out of a bottle, turned away from me, and shimmied out of her dress.

Good Lord.

I was fucking losing it.

No. I’d already lost it! Whatever it was, it had fallen off, probably somewhere in the club.

I don’t know what the fuck was wrong with me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her ass. We’d been friends for years and I’d seen her in various stages of undress a million times. This was nothing new. Hell, the first time that we met, it was right after she’d been on stage at Sanity, so I knew that Jucee was draggin’ a wagon, and yet it was like I was seeing her for the first time. Instead of her just being my hella thick friend, now she was this curvaceous, stacked, sexy as hell woman that was in my bedroom with me. And when those type of women were in my bedroom with me, it was because I was going to get to sample each and every one of those dips and curves that caught my attention.

But this wasn’t that.

I shook my head, tripping off the fact that I had to remind myself. I’d never had to do that before.

This was my friend.

My friend who I was suddenly lusting over like a horny teenager. A teenager who had just discovered what attraction and arousal was. This was a little bit more than your standard, run-of-the-mill schoolgirl crush. It wasn’t just hearts in my eyes when I looked at her; my pussy was beatboxing to the rhythm of how I’d sound saying her name while I was cumming. It was that intense.

And now that we were at my house, it was quiet enough for me to replay that laugh of hers, and all of our interactions at the club that led me to this moment. But I was doing the wrong thing—I wasn’t supposed to be thinking of Jucee like this, because she was my bestie.

I would never—could never—think of Xeno this way.

But...Xeno was like one of my brothers.

And Jucee was...

Nope.

I couldn’t finish that. Didn’t really know how to—not if I wanted to retain any of my sanity that night. So, to distract myself, I started up my teasing again. Anything to get me from staring hungrily at the way those round globes of her ass ate up that black thong.

“Man,” I drawled, slipping out of my button-down. “I still can’t believe you were actually jealous about that chick at the club.”

I could tell from the way her shoulders stiffened that I had been successful in not only distracting myself, but also distracting her. Why I felt like I needed to distract her, I couldn’t say, it was just a feeling that I had.

Jucee spun around, slapped her hands on her hips, and glared at me.

“You know what, Poppa? Maybe I am jealous.”

“Wait, what?” I stared at her, my mouth ajar. I hadn’t expected her to admit that in a million years, and even though I really did get a jealous vibe from her when we were at the club, it wasn’t really a big deal. I was truly just teasing her, but now she actually seemed upset instead of just annoyed, and I was...intrigued. Because big emotions over something little like this were new. And if she was experiencing something new just like I was experiencing something new, then maybe we could figure this out and get past it together.