Written by Naomi
Despite Kewa being the hottest woman alive, she also got on my nerves a lot. She wasn’t very accountable for the things she said and when I brought them up, I was suddenly the bad person.
It made us fight a lot, and sometimes we didn’t speak for weeks on end.
If the world was a fair place, I should have identified this as a toxic trait and stayed away for good. But somehow, toxicity happens to be a good look on certain people.
We were nearing the end of one of our many fights when she randomly sent a picture of her face and breasts after just taking a shower. Even after vowing to myself to reduce the way I spoke to her, I responded to the image with lightning quickness, sighing with the knowledge that I had just fallen into another one of her traps.
Kewa was no better than a man; assuring that she would make things better with promises of kisses between my legs, her hands as a necklace and good use of that one vibrator, and I was no better than a woman wearing rose colored glasses as I agreed to make sure she fulfilled all her promises.
We were to meet at a small house party that she invited me to, and I was determined to look like the prettiest snack she would ever have the privilege of tasting, so I dolled up accordingly.
In my little black dress, fishnet tights and high-heeled booties, I looked good enough to fuck myself. A ton of mirror selfies and a hefty swig of vodka later, I was out the door.
Feeling overdressed was something that never happened to me, but once I stepped into the party, all of the glamor of big hair, ankara mini skirts and quirky jewelry quickly overwhelmed me until I returned to my shell in the corner, nursing a solo, red cup of too sweet punch.
Kewa found me at two cups of punch, pleasantly smiling as the alcohol buzzed warmly through my stomach. Before I had the chance to think, she kissed me, her warm lips causing my senses to return to my body. Just as I began leaning into her, she pulled away, that familiar overconfident smirk taking the place of my lips.
“Meet my boyfriend.” She stunned me again, moving aside to reveal the most gorgeous, chiseled man that I had ever come across. The first thing I noticed was how his skin was so dark that it shone. He had short dreadlocks that I wanted to run my fingers through and his arms bulged deliciously in the shirt he had on.
My brief moment of bisexual panic was over when Kewa and her boyfriend led me into a bedroom with dim purple lights and low music playing. All of this was obviously planned, but it didn’t stop me from feeling impressed.
Kewa kissed all my inhibitions away until I was stark naked and standing before the literal definition of tall, dark and handsome.
It seemed like she had decided to be a spectator for this particular event, watching from a chair in the corner as this man that I barely knew molded my flesh like clay, expertly turning every surface of my skin into an erogenous zone.
My toes curled and the music in the room mixed with my little sighs, leaving me flushed from everywhere that he touched me. Swiftly, he turned me on my stomach so that I could stare at Kewa as she touched herself to the sight before her, while his tongue and fingers turned me into a mess.
Still, I couldn’t focus on anything but her, looking where she did, holding my breath when she held hers and only letting the pleasure take over me when she could barely keep her eyes open anymore.
Her boyfriend was on a mission to bring me to the edge with his fingers, kissing on my ass and thighs while two of his digits curled upwards until my ass quivered like jello that had been bothered.
“Cum with me.” Kewa mouthed when she pushed the contraption in her hand deep into her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
I didn’t need to be told twice, tugging on the sheets as I floated into a pool of euphoria, unsure if I came from the pleasure of having this man do things to my insides, or from the ecstasy of watching Kewa bring herself over the edge.
