The Johnson Sisters (14 page)

 

I took Serena's advice and decided to call Sheldon, who agreed to come by and see me that afternoon. I was so nervous. I had never been nervous about him coming over. This man could walk in my house without knocking and it hadn't bothered me one bit, but now I was pacing the floor like a stranger was about to walk through my door.

Every time I heard a car drive by my house, I peeped out the window to see if it was him. I was disappointed at least ten times, until I looked out and saw Sheldon's gray SUV pull up in my driveway. Just like Sheldon to have this music blasting when he arrived.

I wrung my hands together, hoping it would help decrease the uneasy energy rocketing throughout my body, but it wasn't working. I then went over to my loveseat to sit down like things were cool. I had to look normal. I had to act like what happened between us didn't affect me one bit.

My front door swung open and Sheldon walked in, saying, “What up, Viv?”

He was in a great mood, which helped a bit with my own anxious mood. I smiled and said, “Hey, Sheldon.”

“I see you chilling. And you not in the bed,” he said, tossing his keys on the coffee table. “That's good to see.”

When he said I wasn't in the bed, I got more rigid, because I kept envisioning the two of us having sex.

Sheldon sat down beside me on the chair, and I pushed back a bit, sitting with my legs beneath me. As usual, this man looked sexy as ever. He smelled even better as I caught a whiff of his cologne. Black and gray were Sheldon's favorite colors, so it was surprising to see him in dark blue denim jeans and a bright green collared polo shirt and white sneakers. Of course, his clothes fit his body like a glove. Just looking at him brought out sensations in me that I knew I had to restrain, the main awareness being the sudden throbbing between my thighs.

“Man, I'm tired,” he said, slouching down and leaning his head back on my sofa.

“You had a rough day?” I asked as casually as I possibly could.

“It was a'ight,” he said, pushing his dreads from his face. He didn't have them tied back today. He was letting them hang freely around his chiseled face. He had a midnight shadow effect going on, as his beard had grown in slightly. It looked sexy on him. I liked when he let a little stubble grow.

Sheldon continued to say, “I washed my ride, did a little bit of grocery shopping, and then washed some of my clothes. You know, the small stuff you let go until you really need to do it.”

“I know. I need to wash clothes myself,” I admitted, trying to sound normal, but I guess I didn't.

Frowning, Sheldon tilted his head and asked, “Is everything okay with you?”

“Everything is good,” I lied. “Why do you ask?”

“Are you sure? Because earlier you sounded like something was wrong. Now you're looking like you about to cry or something. Did something happen?”

“No,” I said.

“Please tell me it's not Eric or your sisters again,” he said, reaching over and putting his hand on my knee. Just that touch caused me to become tense, but the smell of him caused me to drip.

Trying to urge the sexy thoughts of Sheldon out of my head, I said, “I'm done with Eric. As for my sisters, nothing has changed really between us. The only one I've talked to since the altercation is Serena.”

“Okay, so what's going on with you?” he asked, staring back at me as he got more comfortable with the cushions of my loveseat.

Sighing, I said, “I called you over here to talk about what happened between us the other night.”

“Okay. I was wondering when we were going to get around to talking about that.”

“So what happened, Sheldon?”

“You don't know?” he said jokingly with a smirk on his handsome face.

“Boy, I know, but you know what I'm saying. How did it happen? We are friends. Best friends at that,” I said, sincerely happy that the conversation was underway.

“You talking like what happened between us was a bad thing,” he said apprehensively.

“No. I'm not saying that. I don't want what happened to affect the friendship we have,” I said.

“And how will it do that?” he questioned, clasping his fingers together as he positioned them across his broad chest. I felt like this was some type of defense mode, but I kept talking.

“You know once sex gets involved things change,” I said.

“Nothing has changed for me. Are you trying to say it has for you?” he asked.

“I don't know,” I said with uncertainty. “I don't want what happened to change our friendship, that's all. I love what we have.”

Sheldon nodded as his full lips thinned from bringing them together. This let me know he really wasn't feeling what I was saying. Then he stood, saying, “Okay. I understand. Look, I got to go. I got some things to handle.”

Standing, I said, “Sheldon, what's wrong?”

“Nothing's wrong, Viv. I got what you saying.”

“So why do you seem upset?” I asked worriedly.

“I'm not. I just got things to handle,” he said, opening the door. “I'll talk to you later.” And out the door Sheldon went, leaving abruptly.

And there it was: the changing dynamic of our friendship that I feared would happen. I didn't know how to take his reaction. The awkwardness crept in. I was wondering, should I have said anything at all? He came in fine but left distressed. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut and pretended like nothing happened; but something did happen, and no matter how many times I tried to erase the moment we had with one another, it crept back like raging waters during a flash flood. I'd thought about our moment at least a hundred times.

That night we had ended up falling asleep after eating in bed and watching a mini marathon of
Family Guy,
which was one of our favorite shows. The next thing I knew, Sheldon was cuddled up behind me, asleep. We were in the spooning position. His arm was around my waist. I had to admit I loved when he did this. We did this quite often, and at times I did wonder if that was what friends did. Nevertheless, I felt like this was how it was supposed to be.

I tried to fall back to sleep, but it was difficult with Sheldon's hardness against my behind. Feeling it up against me did cause emotions within me to stir, but I knew I couldn't react to them. I also couldn't figure out why, of all the times we'd done this, I was now turned on by this man's body being pressed up against me like this. Had he always been erect like this and I never paid attention? No, as big as he felt, I knew I would have remembered this feeling.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall back to sleep. Sheldon shifted a bit. It seemed like he moved closer to me, pushing his stiffness into me. I think I sucked in breath when he did this. I must have, because the next sound I heard was Sheldon asking me a question.

“You okay?” he muttered.

Hearing his voice startled me. I thought he was asleep. I replied by saying, “I'm good.”

“Why you jump?” he asked in his deep baritone voice.

“I didn't.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Boy, go back to sleep. You talking crazy,” I said, trying to play it off as his hardness continued to stimulate me.

“I know why you jumped, Viv,” he said, moving his hand to my hips. He began rubbing me soothingly, sending tingles through me.

“Why?” I asked naively.

He pushed himself closer to me, causing me to feel his full erection even better, saying, “This is why.”

I couldn't say one word. His manhood stole my voice. Sheldon continued to stroke my hips. With each stroke the heat between my thighs intensified. As much as I liked it, I didn't move. I didn't know what to do. He was my best friend, and things like this weren't supposed to happen.

He nestled closer to me, his chin resting in the crook of my neck. I could feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck. I knew my heart was pounding at this point, and I hoped he didn't hear it or feel it. Sheldon then kissed the nape of my neck gently. It was a seductive kiss, the kind of kiss where I felt the warmth from his mouth and the softness of his lips, which made my body quiver.

My mind was spinning and my womanhood was throbbing. The more he stroked and laid kisses on me, the more turned on I became.

Sheldon tugged on my shoulder, turning me to my back. He wanted to take this further, which made my heart thump even more. I didn't think it could pound any harder. I didn't want to push him away and say this couldn't happen, but I didn't know if I wanted this to stop. Was it the wine? Was it feeling his hardness against me, or was this inevitable? Either way, I was going to go with the flow.

Sheldon propped himself up on his elbow and gazed down at me. I wouldn't allow myself to look at him. Not yet. I peered up, looking at the ceiling. He gripped my chin, gently tugging for me to face him. Our eyes met. He didn't say anything, but the expression on his face told me everything I needed to know. He wanted me. Sheldon leaned in and kissed me tenderly. Just our lips converged, soft sensual pecks done leisurely and seductively. I didn't kiss him back. I closed my eyes, relishing the fact that this was happening but wondering what we were doing. It wasn't seconds before my lips perked up to gently kiss him back.

What started out as a sensual kiss soon became animalistic. Sheldon began to kiss me deeply. I recklessly responded as I threw myself into him. His hand roamed my body, becoming familiar with it for the first time ever in this erotic way. As much as I was enjoying this, I was still uncomfortable, because I wasn't happy with my body.

I released our kiss and tried to pull away from him, thinking this was going way further than I thought it should, but Sheldon wouldn't let me. He begged, “Please don't pull away from me.”

The way he said this mesmerized me into a trance to obey. He kissed me again, this time letting his hand maneuver its way to my womanhood to explore regions that had been off-limits during the duration of our friendship. Sliding his hand beneath the material of my PJs, Sheldon found my opening. One of his fingers parted my lips as another made its way inside me. Gently plunging as far as he could push his fingers into me, he skillfully pleasured my womanhood, making it drip with bliss. I was in heaven.

Sheldon removed his hand from me after I reached an orgasm. He smirked at my quivering body and climbed out of the bed. He pulled the covers back and then proceeded to get on his knees. He began to remove my bottoms, exposing the body I was unhappy with. I wanted to pull the covers back over me to hide myself, but I got comfortable with the fact that the darkness helped in him not seeing me fully. Once my clothes were removed, I could hear him scuffling around. I knew Sheldon was removing his shorts also. My heart was thrashing so fast I thought it was going to come up through my throat and suffocate me. What in the hell were we doing?

Before my mind had a chance to register an answer, Sheldon climbed on top of me, pulling the cover around his waist. Like magic, my legs opened wide, welcoming him to cross into my threshold. On one elbow, he reached down and angled his manhood to my opening. The tip touched my lips, but he didn't push himself into me immediately. He brought his hand back up and began kissing me again. The tip teased but never entered me completely as his tongue engulfed me. Just the anticipation of him thrusting forward was enough to make me want to have a panic attack. It was the not knowing when he would enter me that was driving me crazy. Each time I thought this was the stroke as he continued to tease me with his head, he didn't thrust his way in. I wanted to lose it. I wanted to say, “Stick it in already,” because I couldn't take his hesitancy.

I finally got my wish. Sheldon propelled forward with all of his depth, penetrating me like no man had ever done before. My nails dug into his masculine back as he submerged his girth in my wet walls. In and out of me, he plunged into shallow waters as the rock hardness of his manhood quickly took me to unfathomable depths. Everything about him felt good: the weight of his body, the muscles flexing in his arms with each stroke, his scent, his sweat, and his taste. I loved it all. It didn't take me long before I was erupting all over his manhood, raining down a tsunami of pleasurable waves. A slight smirk crept across his handsome face as he watched my seismic quake tentatively. With shortened breaths, I asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

With that same smirk, he said, “I love the reaction you are giving me.”

I didn't know whether to smile or be embarrassed at him watching. I wasn't used to a man looking at me the way he was taking me in. It felt uncomfortable, but I had to quickly think that these were my own insecurities. So I smiled and decided to say, “I love the way you make me feel.”

Before this interaction of sexual desire, I wanted to go to sleep, afraid of this very thing happening. Now I was going to sleep because the sex we had put me to sleep. And for us to wake the next morning doing it again hadn't bothered me. I was motivated by the sure excitement of what I knew his body could bring to mine. I wanted him so bad, and for once I didn't care if he saw me. The sex was better the second go-round. This time I was in the “ass up, face down” position, one of my favorites, I might add. Sheldon worked me over like a damn champion. Back-to-back explosions ripped through me, which slipped me right back into slumber land.

It wasn't until I woke up to see him gone that I began to have regrets. And from the way things had gone down today, our relationship was heading down a road I never wanted to travel with him. I wanted him as my friend, but it felt even better to have him as my lover. One wasn't an option in my opinion, so now what? Where were we going to go from here?