Far From Friends

by A.C. Taylor

The shit we did was...it was different. Like, we were going for hours, and the way he held me while I sat on his dick...it was like neither of us wanted to move. I was literally soaking that shit up like a sponge.”

“I know what we agreed. But we’re still friends. Even if you hadn’t—” I hurried to place my hands over Jalia’s ears, then whispered, “rode my dick like the best rodeo rider I’d ever seen, I’d still volunteer to work out with you.”

“So, are we going to keep avoiding talking about your little phone call?” My eyes widened and I hurried to snatch my hand away from his flesh. “Look, Khalif, that phone call was a mistake.” “I’m sure it was. But you screaming my name while playing with your pussy wasn’t.” His bluntness made my body quiver.

“Khalif, that phone call was an accident. You were never supposed to hear any of that.” “But I did, and I want to know why you chose your fingers to do the job that I would’ve been more than happy to do myself.”

Resting his mouth against my ear, he whispered, “I need this shit like I need air to breathe. I don’t give a damn about the consequences.”