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Derrick
There she stood looking the vision of beauty near the rail of the balcony overlooking the grounds of the reception area. The full moon seemed to be shimmering down sparks igniting my heart. Its size was much larger than usual and represented the extent of what Kea had just done in front of a crowd of people awhile ago. I walked beside her and looked at the moon with her.
“Beautiful, isn't it? Kinda gives you a soothing feeling.”
“What are you doing here, Derrick?” she asked with surprise evident on her face.
“I'm a guest at this wedding.”
“Who invited you?”
I laughed saying, “I can't be invited to a wedding?”
“I didn't mean it like that. What I meant to say is, how do you know my sister?”
“I don't. I know the groom. He's my brother.”
Her mouth fell open.
“A bug is going to fly in if you keep it open like that.”
“I didn't know you had a brother,” she finally said.
“Oh, he's not my real brother. We're fraternity brothers. I'm an only child by my mother, but I probably have many siblings. Daddy did his thing back in the day. My mother wasn't the only woman he was sleeping with.”
“Wow. So, you don't know if you have any other siblings ?”
“Nope. And that's scary too, when you meet a young lady and got to ask her what her daddy's name is.”
She laughed. “You're so crazy.”
“You know I'm telling the truth. People are sleeping around too much these days. You might actually end up dating your sister. It gives me chills just thinking about it.”
“You didn't ask me who my father was,” she said.
“That's because I knew who your daddy was. Remember, I met him that time your parents celebrated their wedding anniversary, and Zacariah and I tagged along with you and Jaquon.”
Just the mention of that name started to change my mood. I hoped Kea didn't see it.
“I remember. Daddy was more than welcoming, but my mother was cold as ice. And now you can see why,” she said giggling, and her smile hypnotized me. I stopped and peered into her eyes.
“No disrespect, but I'm glad you're nothing like your mother. You have risen beyond any stigma she has tried to place on you, and I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself this evening.”
“It was long overdue. I hate I had to do it here, but I figured this was as good a time as any to expose her evil ways.”
“I'm sorry you had to go through everything you went through.”
“What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I'm a living testimony to that,” Kea said.
Both of us stared deeply at each other and for a moment the conversation ceased until Kea began to speak again.
“Look, Derrick, about the other night,” she said shifting uncomfortably.
“Maybe now is not a good time,” I said looking at another couple who walked onto the balcony admiring the huge moon illuminating the serenity.
“So when is a good time?” she asked.
“You tell me.”
“Jaquon will not be home until late. Why don't you swing by our place?”
“No, why don't you come by mine? Zacariah no longer lives with me, and this way, we don't have to worry about any interruptions during our ‘discussion.'”
She smiled saying, “Sounds like a plan. What time do you want me to come over?”
“The sooner the better,” I said looking at her sultrily.
She looked intensely at me and turned her attention back to the full moon, hugging herself as both hands gripped each of her shoulders. I loved the way the light cascaded off of her skin. And then I remembered how Kea felt when she was in my arms. I wanted so badly to pull her into my arms this instant, but I thought better of it. It was a good thing I didn't because Jaquon appeared out of nowhere. He jabbed me in the side jokingly. I blocked his moves, hoping he didn't notice my erection from looking at Kea's smooth skin. I quickly played it off and placed both hands in my pocket.
“What up, Derrick?” asked Jaquon.
“What up with you?”
“I'm just enjoying this wedding. It almost gives me ideas of marrying this beautiful lady right here,” he said looking at Kea whose smile disappeared.
“I was wondering where you were,” he said to her.
“I needed some air.”
“How much air do you need, baby? You've been gone for a while now.”
“She was looking at the moon,” I said pointing to it.
“Damn. I didn't notice it,” Jaquon said.
“How could you not?” Kea retorted.
“It must be these drinks, baby. They never should have put a free bar in the same room with me because I have been making them bartenders earn their keep tonight.”
“How many drinks have you had?” Kea asked, snatching the half-filled cup of liquid out of his hand.
“I've only had eight.”
“Man, don't you think you need to cut yourself off?” I asked.
“This is my last one,” he said giggling. He reached for the drink Kea took from him, but she moved it out of his reach.
“Maybe you need to stop drinking now, Jaquon,” Kea suggested.
“Or maybe I should have one more for the road.”
Kea was visibly irritated and tossed the drink in a nearby trash can. She then turned her full attention back to the moon.
“What's got your panties in a bunch?” Jaquon asked. “Oh, I forgot. Your dear old mother ruined your mood.”
“And now you're picking up where she left off,” Kea said furiously.
“Whatever,” he replied, slurring his words. “So, Derrick, my man, what do you have planned for tonight? I thought we could hit the club later,” he said.
“I got plans already. You're going to have to catch me another time.”
“Please tell me your plans don't involve that whore, Zacariah. You just got that chickenhead outta your life.”
“It's not Zacariah. I'm done with her for good,” I said.
“That's what you said before and you took the trick back.”
“I'm for real this time. She's outta my life. Plus, I've met someone else,” I said.
I looked at Kea who never broke her concentration on the moon in the star-spattered sky. I knew she knew I was talking about her, but she played it off nicely. Jaquon was too drunk to notice.
“That's what I'm talking about,” he said bumping chest with me. “You didn't waste any time getting back in the game. Who's ass you tapping tonight?”
Annoyed, Kea turned to Jaquon and told him she was ready to go home.
“But, baby, the night's still young.”
“And I'm tired. I've been on my feet all day. I'm ready to go home and get comfortable.”
“Then if that's what my baby wants, that's what my baby gets,” he said still fumbling his words. “I have to find my keys,” he said, patting his blazer to locate them.
“I hope you're not driving,” I said to him.
“He's not driving me anywhere. I'll be doing the driving,” Kea said.
“But, baby, I'm good.”
“You are good, all right. Good and drunk.”
Kea grabbed Jaquon by the hand and led him away. Before she completely disappeared out of my view, she looked back at me. The two-second stare was enough to let me know I would be seeing her later. Jaquon wanted to know who I was tapping tonight. Little did he know I hoped it would be Kea.
Kea
I didn't know why I was so nervous. My body trembled making my way to Derrick's door. Once there, I stood for a minute. Then that minute turned into several. I held up my hand balled into a fist and started to knock, but I didn't. What was I doing here? This wasn't right. How was I any better than Jaquon if I was doing the same thing he was doing to me? Yes, I felt like he needed to hurt, but I didn't need to stoop to his level and cheat in our relationship. Especially with his best friend. I could be overreacting for no reason though. Maybe Derrick and I would really talk this time and no repeat of our last encounter would happen. But a major part of me wanted something to happen. I wanted Derrick to take me into his arms again and love me as deep as his manhood could enter me.
Placing my hand on the door I closed my eyes, wanting to be with Derrick, but I couldn't. I had to leave before this thing went any further between us. We had already crossed a line with being with each other once before and this could not happen again. Turning to leave, I took two steps before the door swung open.
“Hey, Kea. Where are you going?”
“Derrick, I'm going to leave.”
“Why?”
“This,” I said pointing to the brick sidewalk, “can't happen again.”
“What? You can't walk down my sidewalk again?”
I laughed at his humor before saying, “You know what I'm referring to.”
“Kea, all we are going to do is talk. I'm not going to pressure you into anything you don't want to happen.”
I turned my head sideways saying, “But what if our talk leads to something else?”
“And what if it does?”
“Derrick ...”
“Kea, please come in so we can talk about this, okay?”
I looked into his eyes and immediately closed mine. Damn, this man was fine. I should have looked at his shoes, but then I would have thought about his size thirteen foot which would have led my mind to think about his long dick. I opened my eyes and looked at him again. This time I took all of him in. My heart fluttered looking at him in his baggy jeans and nice, white, button-down shirt which was open, revealing the white tank top underneath. Damn, this man was mesmerizing. I knew I was in trouble if I stepped foot in his house.
“Please,” he said holding out his hand to me. I stared down at his hand before I took it into mine and entered his place.
“Come with me,” he said, and I followed. We ended up in his living room where he had a picnic set up in front of his fireplace. The room was dark, only lit up by the blazing fire crackling in the fireplace. A fleece blanket was laid out for comfort. Hot wings with potato wedges and rolls were placed on it. He also thought to put ketchup, hot sauce, celery sticks, and ranch and blue cheese dressing in little bowls to dip the wings in. He even had hand towels for us to wipe our hands on.
He got down on the floor and held his hand out for me to join him.
“I thought you said talk, Derrick.”
“We are going to talk, but I thought a midnight snack wouldn't hurt. I don't know about you, but I'm still hungry.”
I smiled asking, “How did you know that this was one of my favorite foods.”
“Because you are a woman after my own heart. I remember every time we, meaning me and the person I'm trying to forget, would go out with you and Jaquon, you would often order wings.”
She nodded as if she remembered.
“Food isn't good unless you can eat it with your fingers. Most women order salads or things where their hands never have to touch their food, but not you,” he said smiling.
“When it comes to getting my eat on, I don't try to be cute.”
“Even when sauce was all over your face, you still looked as beautiful as ever.”
“I never had sauce all over my face,” I retorted.
Derrick dipped his finger into the ranch dressing and placed it on my face.
“You do now.”
“Oh, it's like that?” I said doing the same.
“Okay. I quit. You win.”
We laughed as I picked up one of the towels and wiped my face and hands off. He did the same.
“On a serious note, let's try to relax and enjoy the late-night snack. I picked this up on my way home, and I've been keeping it warm in the oven for us.”
“I still can't believe you paid attention like this.”
“I did. Now, get comfortable. Take your shoes off and let's dig in. And don't try to be cute either.”
“Oh, I'm not. I'm going to lick my fingers and everything,” I laughed.
“Please don't give me that visual,” he snuck in slyly. “It will put other images into my head.”
I smacked him on the knee and said, “Let's eat.”
After downing the food, we sat there with our bellies full and toothpicks in our mouths trying to pick chicken from between our teeth. Both of us leaned back against the sofa watching the flames dance for us.
“Are you glad you came?” he asked.
“Yes, I am. I was against this, but I have enjoyed your company. Don't get me wrong, though, I still feel guilty being with you.”
“I've thought about this too, and I know I have broken the ultimate rule of being with my best friend's girl, but ever since we got together, Kea, I can't stop thinking about you.”
“I can't stop thinking about you either.”
Derrick turned his body toward me saying, “That one night sparked more in me than I ever felt with Zacariah. Call it destiny. Call it infatuation. Maybe we can even call it love. I honestly don't know what this is, but I do know I want more of it. I want more of you.”
I looked at the compassion in his face matching his tone as he talked with me. He put his hand on my thigh and instant tingles went through me. I wanted him to move his hand because being this close to him made me crave him more. But it also made me want to scurry out of his house to never return again.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't understand what I was feeling. All I knew was I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me. It scared me to think this was a man who could take the place of Jaquon. What would be the repercussion of what Derrick and I were doing? Did I even care? Was I coldhearted not to care what anybody thought about us? Did I want to ruin years' worth of friendship just to be with Derrick? Did I want to put him in that spot to choose between me and Jaquon? I didn't know.
“Kea, you're not saying anything.”
“That's because I don't know what to say. I have a thousand thoughts running though my head right now. I know I need to walk away, but I can't will my body to do so.”
“Then don't,” he said softly.
“Who am I to ruin a friendship spanning over years?”
“I made this choice, Kea. You didn't. I did this, knowing what I was getting myself into,” he said confidently.
“And if he finds out?”
“Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Now I want to enjoy being with you. I don't want to think about anybody else. Right now, I want you.”
He got on his knees and gently took my face into his hands, pulling my lips into his. The kiss was enough to make me want to tackle him to the floor and take him right where we were. When he pulled away, I almost pulled his lips back to mine because I didn't want it to end.
“Can I have you?” he asked tenderly.
“Yes.”
He stood, taking me by the hand, and led me to his bedroom. Pieces of our clothing fell where they may, and Derrick and I reconnected a burning desire that was fulfilled to the utmost. Climbing on top of him, I slowly slid down his dick. Starting with a slow grind, I rotated my hips. Then I began to ride him vigorously. His hands gripped my waist, guiding me along his long piping as our bodies heated and glistened with sweat. I never wanted this moment to end. Whatever Derrick wanted I was willing to give wholeheartedly. Engrossed with one another, we somehow didn't hear the doorknob turn. Nor did we hear the footsteps that led drama into Derrick's bedroom.
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