Page 29 of A Little Kissing Between Friends

Jucee threw her hands up in the air and paced the length of my room and into the closet before turning around, coming back to me, and doing it all over again.

“I don’t know—shit, it’s just something about that girl that got to me. I didn’t like she was hugged all up on you, and whispering in your ear and shit, and had her titties on your arm and pressed against your chest. I didn’t like that at all.” She spun around and stared at me, her face scrunched into a scowl. “It most definitely has something to do with the shady way that she tried to get information about you from me, but that’s not all of it. I can’t explain it.”

I stared at her, my mouth gaped open, at a loss for words. She was serious, and suddenly, the need for distraction evaporated and something else crept up in its place. Something both unrecognizable and undeniable. As quickly as possible, I dropped my eyes from my friend to the floor in an attempt to get myself under control. Because I did not understand what the fuck was going on inside of my head, but I knew that if I didn’t stop staring at her, she would cease to be across the room from me and would likely be in my arms. And we didn’t do that—I didn’t do that.

Not with my friends, and never with Jucee. I couldn’t lose what we had. Refused to.

But also...

“I—” Before I could get out my words, Jucee blew out a heavy breath and shook her head.

“Uh uhn. Don’t even worry about it. Forget I said anything.”

She waved a hand in the air and turned to walk back into my closet, likely to find something to sleep in, but it didn’t matter, because she didn’t make it. I grabbed her hand to stop her. Before I could even think about what I was doing. As I pulled her back toward me, I moved closer to her, eating the space between us in double the time.

“Jucee...”

“I said forget I said anything,” she began, already shaking her head when I opened my mouth to speak.

At that point, whatever she was talking about was no longer a concern of mine. I shut off my thoughts and moved on impulse, instinct. Honestly, I really had no idea what was going on between us, and why I was pulling her to me, and why I was staring down into her chocolate-brown eyes and giving her an intense look like one I’ve never given her before. Looking down at her plush-ass lips that were still painted with the gloss and lipstick ombré. Why I was suddenly so turned on by seeing her in her bra and panties even though I’d seen her in this and less over the years that we’ve known each other. But while I had no idea why that was happening the way it was happening, I was very keenly aware of Jucee’s response to what I was doing. Her voice trailed off, words disappearing as she gave me a questioning look. But when I stood in front of her, peering directly into her eyes, I watched as her eyelids lowered and she went from being an annoyed friend to being a woman aroused.

The change was magnificent to witness. I could see it all over her and could damn near hear her heartbeat elevate. The stiffness in her shoulders relaxed, her nostrils flared, and her chin dipped. It was like she realized that she was prey and I the huntress, and she just...surrendered. Those pretty brown irises softened, flickered from mine down to my lips and back up before lingering on my mouth, and my God was that so fucking sexy.

I trailed the fingertips of one hand up her arm, gripping just above her elbow, while the other went right for her neck, resting at her nape, my thumb brushing the sensitive skin below her ear. I should’ve waited, should’ve asked if we were on the same page of the same book, but when she tilted her head back and licked her lips without me saying a word, the words in the rulebook blurred and my instincts took over.

Stretching my neck forward, I pressed my mouth to hers softly, intending to just...test it.

I just wanted to see.

I needed to know if the change in her sound meant something. If a different kind of kiss from this woman who meant so much to me would align with the shift in how I saw her tonight.

She pushed up on her toes just slightly, meeting me quicker than I anticipated, as if she wanted this just as much as I did and I was taking too damn long for her comfort.

I was unprepared for the jolt to my senses when our lips made contact. Why did it feel so familiar? Why did my body relax, unrealized tension draining out of me like water from a tub? Why did I breathe a sigh of relief, blowing the breath out through my nose to keep from breaking the kiss? Why was this kiss flipping switches and turning knobs in my brain?

I’d fucked up.

I realized it nearly immediately but was stubborn and kept going, relishing in her softness and the way her lips moved in against mine. It wasn’t until the tip of her tongue slipped between my parted lips that I jerked back, dropping my hands from her body and putting some space in between us.

“Shit, Jucee. I’m sorry. That should’ve nev—”

She shushed me and I snapped my lips closed with a quickness. Before I could reword my apology, Jucee had sunk her fingers into my tank top, pulled me back toward her, and kissed me again.

Well, shit.

There went any argument I had. I kissed her back with a fervency that I hadn’t experienced since the first time I’d eaten pussy. That’s when time sped up and I got mental whiplash trying to keep up.

This was Jucee.

My bestie.

My ace.

And she was pulling my shirt out of my pants and tugging it over my head. She was kissing my neck, and licking my lips, and moaning when I grabbed her ass and massaged her cheeks.

And fuck me, I was grabbing her ass!

What the hell was I doing?