BFF's 2 (6 page)

Maybe it was just me blowing things out of proportion, but Keith had me a little hot the other night when Evelyn stopped by. All of a sudden he seemed to perk up, and every time she got up from the table, I saw him gaze at her ass. I saw his eyes drop to her cleavage, and his comment about Bryson's taste in women rubbed me the wrong way. And then to imply that Bryson would be interested because of her smile, that was an insult to my intelligence. Really? That's the real reason I was mad, in addition to Evelyn's snide remarks.

Then again, like I'd said, maybe I was tripping. Evelyn was a nice-looking woman. What man wouldn't give her a double look? There was a time when I had her on my to-do list too, so I guess I could give Keith a pass. That night, however, I didn't give him a pass. I went to bed, while he and Bryson stayed up playing cards. They invited two more of their friends over, and by the time they all left, it was almost four in the morning. Keith came to bed that night, drunk and looking for some action. I was in no mood, and as horny as I was, I had to diss him for giving Evelyn too much attention.

I had been spending so much time at Keith's house that my poor little apartment was being neglected. Kayla had removed the majority of her things, and it had been a few weeks since I'd last heard from her. I wondered how she was, especially since Evelyn had called to tell me about another incident between them at the grocery store. I told Evelyn that I didn't want anything to do with what was going on between her and Kayla. I also reminded her that calling Cedric wasn't the brightest thing to do. She accused me of making her reach out to him, but it was the only way she would believe that he was alive. I figured she regretted the abortion, even though she hadn't yet admitted it.

For the next few hours, I stayed home and cleaned up. My apartment was a mess. Kayla didn't help me clean up while she was living here, and it was apparent that she was used to a maid cleaning up the big house she lived in with Cedric. I mopped the floors, washed the dishes, and took out the trash. I also cleaned the bathrooms, but as soon as I plopped down on the couch to rest, Keith called.

“Are you coming back over tonight?” he asked.

“Not tonight. I've been cleaning up all day, and I'm kind of tired. I'll stop by tomorrow. I'm going to the grocery store first, so let me know if you need for me to pick up anything for you.”

His masculine, sexy voice transmitted through the phone and right into my ear. “All I want is my woman and some juicy oranges. A loaf of raisin bread would be good, too, but nothing would satisfy me more than being with my lady right now.”

I took that as a hint that Keith didn't want to be alone tonight. He definitely knew how to put a smile on my face. He also knew how to get me to change my mind.

“How badly do you want to see your woman? She's tired, lazy, and a little groggy. She may not be good company tonight, but after she gets her beauty rest, she will feel so much better.”

“Truthfully, I love her even more when she's tired, lazy, and a little groggy. Can't be up all the time, and trust me when I say I can handle it. Besides, the last time I checked, she rests pretty well when she's with me. Right in my arms and sleeping like a newborn baby.”

I couldn't deny that. So instead of staying home, I told Keith that I would stop by the grocery store then come to his house.

Within the hour, I was at his place. Two bags of groceries were in my hand, and I unlocked the door with the key he'd given me. The downstairs lighting was dim, but when I looked up the staircase, I saw a light on in his bedroom. I could also see a sliver of light coming from the kitchen, so I made my way to it to put up the few groceries I'd had. As soon as I reached the kitchen's doorway, Keith startled me and crept up from behind. He slipped his arm around my waist and unhooked the button on my jeans. A burning candle was on the kitchen table, along with two plates topped with Chinese food that smelled pretty darn good.

“Since our dinner was ruined the other night, I thought I'd make it up to you. But first, you got to do a little making up yourself, if you know what I mean.”

I dropped the bags on the floor and stood as Keith unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. As I stepped out of them, he lifted my tank shirt over my head, and in one snap, he unhooked my bra. I stood in my yellow lace panties and could feel his naked body pressing against mine. When I tried to turn around and face him, he wouldn't let me.

“I need to work it out from back here, first. Then we'll seek another position.”

While still in the doorway, Keith remained behind me. He massaged my tiny breasts together and placed a trail of delicate kisses along the side of my neck. My head was tilted and eyes were closed. I felt so lucky to be with him, and shame on me for acting so foolish the other night.

“Mmmm,” Keith moaned while playfully biting my neck. “You smell like Pine-Sol.”

I opened my eyes and couldn't help but to laugh. “I told you I'd been cleaning up. You wouldn't let me do anything else, but rush over here to see you.”

“That's because I had something to give you. And as soon as you remove those panties, I'ma show you exactly what it is. I'm also going to be generous and let you feel it.”

I lifted my arms and placed my hands on the back of Keith's head to rub it. “I like it so much better when you remove my panties. For some reason, when you do, my pussy tends to perform better.”

Keith massaged my tight abs, twirled his finger around in my belly button then lowered his hand to cuff my pussy. He pulled the crotch section to my panties aside and pushed two of his thick fingers into my heated pocket. Almost immediately, I straddled my legs and ground my hips, as if his fingers were his dick easing in and out of me. He made it feel that way, and my wetness caused a heavy buildup of cream on his fingers. I was so wet, but there was something in his touch that always brought out the best in me.

Aside from our moans, we could also hear my juices being stirred. Keith added another finger, and he worked them inside of me so well that I was now on the tips of my curled toes. I pushed my ass in his direction, and I could feel his hardness fighting back. It grew against the crack of my ass, and the more I felt his growth, the more I wanted him inside of me. I yanked his fingers from my insides, lowered my soaking wet panties, and hurried toward the kitchen table. While bending over, I reached back to spread my ass cheeks apart. My moist hole smiled at Keith, who in return, stepped forward and positioned his dick to enter me. He loved to tease me, but I was in no mood for foreplay.

“Put it in there,” I whined. “I want all of it, baby. Drive it all the way up in there.”

“As wet as you are, I may skid on the icy road and hurt myself. Something tells me that I'd better take it easy or else.”

“Yeah, well, something tells me that if you don't stop teasing me like this, you will hurt yourself. I won't take it easy on you, so you'd better take advantage of working this out from behind.”

“I love tough talk, baby. Bring it on.”

Keith assisted me in holding my ass cheeks apart, and then he plowed his dick far inside of me. He rocked me at a swift pace from behind, so fast that I had to reach out and hold on to the table. I felt every single inch of him gliding in and out of me, and the sounds of my pussy gushing echoed in the room. I did my best to keep up with Keith. Every time I pushed back, he answered with a long stroke that caused my legs to weaken.

“I know you ain't going to sleep on me, are you?” he said, holding my waist to keep me on my feet.

“Noooo,” I cried out. “It's just that . . . that your dick feels so good that I'm melting. I can't help it that I'm weakening and melting like this.”

Keith snickered. I had to admit that it was pretty funny too, but it was the truth. I was melting right in his hands, and when the tip of his head shaved against my clitoris, it was all over with for me. I damn near fell to my knees. The orgasm I had was that damn good. Keith had to pick up my trembling body from the floor. He carried me upstairs to the bedroom and laid me back on the bed. I had finally calmed down. That was when he lay over me and wrapped my legs around his back.

“I say to hell with dinner,” he suggested. “Let's finish what we started, and this time, I want you to hurt me like you said you would.”

I wasn't sure if I had enough energy to
hurt
him or not, but I rolled on top and gave it everything that I had. Even that didn't seem like enough, but whether it was or not, we spent the next couple of hours making love. Afterward, I fell asleep in Keith's arms. Just as he had predicted, I slept like a newborn baby.

 

 

By morning, I rolled over and yawned. I looked for Keith, but he wasn't in bed. I was naked and my body was sore all over. I also had a headache, so I sat up and massaged my forehead. Wanting to take a shower, I got out of bed and grabbed towels from the closet. I then looked in the medicine cabinet for aspirin, but there were none. I did, however, see two boxes of opened condoms. From both packages, one condom was missing. I thought that was kind of odd, especially since I felt as if we had developed a trusting relationship and had stopped using them. I provided the ones we had used in the beginning of our relationship, so there was no way for him to say that he'd used the condoms with me.

I closed the medicine cabinet and laid the towels on the counter. Not sure where my clothes were, I looked into his closet to get one of his T-shirts. It barely covered my ass, but for now it had to do. I walked down the stairs and could hear rap music coming from the kitchen. When I entered, Keith was standing by the stove, flipping pancakes. My eyes scanned down his backside that was without a stitch of clothing. Sexy, he was, but not sexy enough for me to forget about the condoms.

“Since we skipped dinner,” I said, getting his attention, “I guess we're now on for breakfast.”

Keith turned around and smiled. He licked his lips then wiped his mouth. “I don't know about you, but I ate pretty good last night. Got full, too, and it's been a long time since I felt that fulfilled.”

“A long time as in maybe three weeks? We did indulge ourselves, right before . . . never mind.”

I hated to talk about the incident with Lexi. It made me revisit how wrong I was for lying to her, and for almost causing Keith to lose his life.

“It's okay to talk about what Lexi did. I'm over it, trust me. I hope you are too.”

“It may take me a little longer than you to get over it, simply because I don't like the fact that you got hurt.”

“So did you. But there's no need for us to harp on the past. I'm all about the future, so I have a question for you. Come closer so I can ask you this.”

I walked farther into the kitchen and stood by Keith. He lifted a fork and picked up a slice of his pancake. “Open your mouth and tell me how that taste. To me, it tastes rubbery. But maybe it's just me.”

I laughed, thinking that he was about to ask me something else, like if I would marry him. Lord knows I wasn't ready for that. Even though I loved Keith, I still believed that even our relationship was young. Maybe after another five years, I'd be ready to walk down the aisle.

I opened my mouth and he put the pancake inside of it. It didn't taste rubbery to me. Actually, it tasted pretty good.

“You're good,” I said with a nod. “Throw in two sausages, a slice of bacon, and some orange juice and you'll be on point.”

Keith grabbed my waist and positioned me to face him. We shared a lengthy kiss then he spoke up again. “You know that's not really what I was going to ask you, right?”

“No, I didn't know, but spill it. What's on your mind?”

“I want you to move in with me. I miss you when you're not here, and I hate calling you all the time, begging and pleading for you to come over.”

He was teasing me about the begging and pleading part, but he seemed serious about me moving in with him.

“I'm not so sure if I want to do that just yet. Give me some time to think about it, and I'll let you know, okay?”

Keith held a blank expression on his face. He didn't appear to like my answer. He let me go and turned to face the stove. He flipped another pancake and placed another one on a plate. “What's there to think about?” he said. “And why wouldn't you want to move in with me?”

“For starters, I don't want to rush into anything. Sometimes, I need my space and I assume that you do too. I also question if you're seeing somebody else, especially since you have open boxes of condoms in your medicine cabinet.”

Keith's head snapped to the side. His brows curved inward and he cocked his head back. “Condoms? Yes, I do have open boxes of condoms, but in case you forgot, we used to use them.”

“You're right, we did. But I was the one who always had them, not you. Not once did you ever use any of your condoms.”

He quickly shot my comment down. “That's a lie. I know what I used and who I used them with. And for you to suggest that I've used them with someone else is stupid. As it is for you to question if I've been seeing someone else, when you know damn well that the only person I've been with is you.”

“So, in other words, you just called me stupid? If I'm so stupid, then why do you want me to move in with you? That's stupid for you to ask, especially if you think I'm so stupid.”

Keith turned to me with much frustration on his face. “You know what's stupid? This conversation. Obviously, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I don't have time to argue with you this morning, and forget about me asking you to move in with me. I shouldn't have ever asked.”