I’m walking around the house trying to find my friends. The sun is rising, and I haven’t slept yet. The guys made us girls promise we wouldn’t go to sleep alone. They’re worried aboutus getting taken advantage of since pretty much everyone here is drunk.
As I’m going door to door looking for them, I hear sounds coming from the last room in the hallway. I crack the door open and see a side view of Rya on top of Ezra, riding him like there is no tomorrow, or that her best friend didn’t just spill her guts to her. My heart sinks out of my chest as I catch my breath. I quietly close the door.
Is this what she was hiding behind that smile of hers? She liked him all along. Why didn’t she tell me? I could tell something was off when I told her. Is this why she never talked to him for me? I was crazy to think Ezra and I could be a thing. Small tears fall from my eyes as I wrap my arms around myself, not wanting to be alone. There are still so many people up dancing and drinking.
Where’s Zayn?
“Vi.”
The moment I hear his voice, the weight on my chest lifts. “Zayn,” I say and walk over to him on the couch. Two other girls are sitting next to him, giggling. I squish my way between them and sit next to him.
He eyes me with concern. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head and lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me in closer. “Violet, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Can we just go to bed?”
We get up from the couch and head for the basement. There are rooms on the top floor and in the basement. The middle floor is where the kitchen and living room are. Where everyone parties. We go room to room, finding an empty room. The last room we look at is empty and a twin bed sits in the corner. I slide under the covers first, my back toward him. He gets inbehind me and wraps one of his arms around me, pulling me in tighter.
So many thoughts are running through my mind.
When did Rya start liking Ezra?
When did Ezra start liking Rya?
Everything feels so weird now. Even with Zayn so close to me. We’ve always had sleep overs but have never been this close to each other.
The room is silent besides the music in the background. Zayn slides his hand down to my hip and pulls me closer toward him. I gasp slightly as I feel his hard arousal against my ass. I’m unsure of what to do. Do I pull away? I stare at the wall in front of me as my mind runs wild. I’ve never thought about Zayn and I being intimate.
His hand glides slowly down to my center, resting there as if he’s waiting for my permission. I’ve known him since we were kids. But tonight, something unspoken pulses between us, a weight I don’t fully understand.
“Is this okay?” he says, his voice low and husky, a seductive tone I’ve never heard from him before.
I nod. His hand presses more firmly, and my body responds to him. A soft gasp escapes my lips as warmth floods through my center. He slides his hand underneath my pants, his warm skin touching me like I’ve never been touched before. I tilt my face toward him, our gazes meeting. His eyes are dark as he leans over and clashes our lips together.
“What if this messes up our friendship?” I say, quietly.
He stays steady on my center. “It won’t.”
I look at him with doubt. His touch is light as he waits for my permission to continue. He leans in, searching for more of an answer. “It’s me. You can trust me. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I turn over onto my back as he lays himself between my legs. The trust I have for him pulls us together. Slowly, I let down my guard and wrap my hand around his neck, leading him to my lips. His soft lips meet mine, our tongues clashing together. The heat of our breath mingles in the air. My fingers curl around his shirt, bringing him closer to me. Our friendship blurs as the heat of our bodies tangles together.
He sits up and throws his shirt and pants off. His penis springs before my eyes. I’ve seen it once before when we were in junior high. I accidentally walked in on him changing. The embarrassment we both felt made our faces turn bright red. This time is different. He feels and looks like a grown man. So much different from when he was in junior high.
I unbutton my pants and slide them off. He grabs hold of my thong and glides it down my legs. I throw my shirt off and let my breasts hang free. His eyes fill with deep hunger as he stares over my body. He kisses me on the top of my vagina, then trails kisses to my lips. His firm penis rests against my slit. He guides his way down my center, pausing and breaking our kiss before gazing down at me. I nod slightly and spread my legs farther apart, giving him permission.
The tip of his penis spreads me, making me gasp, and my center pulses for him. He spreads me to his thickness, gently moving, slow. All the doubts I had have now drift away as we lay tangled in each other.
“Is this okay?” he murmurs.
I nod, barely breathing as our gazes melt into one another.
His lips find mine again, kissing me slower and deeper. Arching myself into him, I feel his body pressing against me. I let myself be vulnerable in a situation I never expected to happen. My shallow breath quickens with each thrust. Every nerve in my body tightens as the heat builds deep inside me. My orgasm finally crashes through my body, consuming mewith feelings I’ve never had before. I tremble beneath him as his groans grow heavier, louder. He lays his forehead against mine as his orgasm comes crashing through him, shaking above me.
My heart pounds from the aftershock of what just happened. Thumping echoes in my ears and leaves me feeling lightheaded. Zayn rests his head against my chest as his breathing calms down. The sweat of our bodies clings to each other as the heat of the moment lingers. The silence between us feels heavy. Did we just ruin our friendship? Everything feels overwhelming.
The daylight comes as the exhaustion of the weekend pulls me under. Before I know it, I’m drifting off to sleep in the arms of my best friend.
