When I think about the sex
Nothing better comes to mind
I wanna sex you all the damn time
Thinking bout the sex
It's got me wanting you to come through
And do sex like we always do
Sex with you is really the best with you
It makes life worth going through
Ain't nobody got a body like you
Cause my sex with you meets my needs
Ain't gotta go looking in the streets it's you
Ain't nothing better than the way we do
Boy I love having sex with you
I turned my music down a little and looked in the mirror one last time at myself. I wore my black shirt that had 'Don't Be Hating' in big red letters, my jean shorts, and my bred 11's. I tied my hair in a tight ponytail and put on King's heavy chain. Yelp I'm going for my thug look today. I walked down stairs and found him sitting on the couch shirtless.
"Girl you rocking my chain." He smirked.
"Better than you." I added. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.
"Don't be getting smart." He smirked.
"So!" I got closer to his face. He licked his lips and kissed me. Man them lips are too soft. Make me want to do some thangs. I sat on his lap as his hands were around my waist. Our lips never pulled apart.
"Girl you got that good stuff." He mumbled. His hands ran down my thigh and between my legs. He pulled away quickly.
"What's wrong?" I said confused.
"Nothing." He said pushing me off and getting up. It kind of hurt my feelings. No lie.
"So you not gone tell me?!" I said.
"We don't need to be doing this girl." He said. My heart dropped. I felt like I was being stabbed a million times in the back. Shit hurt.
"Stop what?" I asked softly.
"This." He said pointing his finger back and forth from me to him.
"So you don't want to be intimate with me?" I asked.
"I just don't want to ruin our friendship you feel me." He said. My blood started to boil. I'm mad as hell now.
"Bullshit. You gone take my innocence and do me like that?!" I yelled.
"Calm down mane. I-" He was about to say until I cut that ass off.
"Naw mane fuck that! That's some foul shit." I said getting emotional. Damn I hate getting emotional. It hurts my pride. I sucked up the tears and played big girl.
"It ain't like we not cool. We still homies." He said.
"Fuck that! Homies don't fuck each other!" I said coldly.
"Well you should have kept your legs closed then!" He said getting mad. That did it. Tears started running down my face.
"Starr I'm sorry." He said once he noticed how he hurt me. I bagged away from him and walked out the house. I got school.
I walked along the sidewalk once my phone started ringing.
"Hello." I said.
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Street LoveTeen Fiction
Who ever said a boy and a girl cant be best friends? Starr and King are best friends! Starr is the baddest chick in the streets of LA and King is literally the Dope King. But they share more than friendship with each other! Read Street Love...