“I don’t want to see you drunk, Sweets. You know I can’t stand it.”

“Well, damn. Do you have some weed, then? ’Cause if I can’t fuck and I can’t drink, then I need to smoke.”

Of course, she pulled out a blunt, sat back down, and lit it up.

“Who says you can’t fuck?” She smiled. “You know you got a couple studs waiting to beat that booty up.”

“Shut up, and pass the blunt.” I gave a little shy smile as I walked over to the couch to sit next to her. “How are your meetings going?”

“Fine. I’ve been sober for six months now. I’m doing really well. But I gotta keep my weed tho. I ain’t letting dat go.” She smiled.

God, I had never noticed how much her smile lit up a room.

We sat there and talked, and smoked. I thought KC only had one blunt but I knew how she rolled. We went through eight blunts all by ourselves. We smoked and listened to different CDs, switching from Ciara, to Keyshia Cole, to Ginuwine. Not that new Ginuwine but the old school: “Pony,” “Anxious,” and “Tell Me Do You Wanna” that grown and sexy music. I had never noticed how sensuous she was. I mean, she was so much more appealing than my ex. She barely dabbled in any drama, and she had a strong spiritual side. She kept it real.

“Look at me, Sweets.” I looked up at her and she held my oval face in the palm of her soft hands. “You are beautiful and no one should be treated like this; not you nor me.” She pulled the hair away from my face.

“I just wish it could go back to how it was when we first met. You know, like the freshness of our relationship before it all crumbled. I miss when she made me laugh, when she finished my sentences, and even looking at her when she’d sleep. But all the good times quickly turned into bad ones.”

“Yeah, the more you get to know someone and their actions, the more it seems like you’re meeting a totally different person than what you expected.” She looked over at me and I started crying.

“I just don’t feel right without her. We had plans and we were supposed to be together forever, and she just up and leaves like I never meant anything. Like everything was a fucking lie. I can’t take this pain and this loneliness.”

The more I broke down, the more I realized KC was holding me tight. I felt so wanted and needed that I didn’t even realize that my heart was finally feeling whole again.

“I know you miss her but don’t drown in the pain, Sweets. You’re going to be okay.”

She kissed my lips and I pulled back, thinking, Am I trippin’ or did she kiss me? I looked at her; confused and anxious at the same time.

“I’m sorry, Angie. I shouldn’t have crossed…”

“No.” I pulled her closer to me. “Don’t be.” Then, I kissed her.

Her kiss was soft and gentle; like her touch. This time I let the taste of her tongue fill my mouth with hunger and lust. I loved the way her mouth fit mine perfectly. She grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. I wrapped my legs around her and started giving her a sample of what I could do to her.

The hunger of us wanting to fuck was taking over. I started pulling off her jacket, then took off her shirt as she placed soft, gentle kisses on my chest. I pulled my head back as her tongue ran from my chin all the way down to the middle of my chest. KC pulled back and gazed at me. I shared the same expression; guilt.

“Are you sure we should do this?” she asked.

I was hot and bothered and wanted to fuck her, but this was crossing the line. She was my ex’s friend. It was wrong but, at the same time, felt so right. I had always thought of her as my friend but I never thought we’d take it to that Jerry Springer level.

“You sure you wanna turn back now? And just wonder what if?” I asked her. “I know that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Yeah, I know that you’re drunk and high. You might also regret this later. I don’t wanna hurt you, or come between anything.”

“I don’t wanna pretend like I don’t want you right now either.”

“But, Angie, if I was ever to make love to you, I’d want you to want me as much as I want you.”

Now that surprised me. Had she ever thought about fucking me before that day?

“I do want you. Always have,” I said, finally admitting my feelings.

I got up and walked toward the door. Something told me she was about to leave, and I wasn’t going to stop her. I didn’t even hear her behind me before she started kissing my neck, and massaging my back. I got more anxious and aroused with every touch. She took off my wifebeater and squeezed my breasts. I could feel her breathing on my neck. KC kissed my back all the way down to my ankles. I felt like my entire body was on fire.

I turned around and kissed KC. I let the one ounce that was left of passion and lust take over my body. I could hear Ciara and R. Kelly playing in the background. She kneeled down and pulled off my shorts in the process. I always say the first lick is the best; and it was and it only got better. KC was hungry for my body. She placed my leg over her shoulder and looked at me with those sexy eyes before commencing to lick all my walls.

I started moving to the rhythm of the beat, letting her mouth hit every note in the song. I didn’t even notice both of my legs were around her shoulders. I kept moving to our rhythm. I licked my lips and enjoyed the feeling coming over me. I grabbed her head and started fucking her face. I wanted something else to hold on to but she was able to handle all of me as she lifted me up and continued eating.

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