The Darkest Relations

Two

I personally knew Kev. The two of us spent two years at the same high school. He dated a friend of mine and I even had a slight crush on him at one point of life. My relationship with Kev took a sharp turn when he pulled August in to the game. I began to hate Kev, there was a point in time where I blamed him for everything the went wrong between me August and a time where I may have even wished he was dead. It was senior year when the two of them first got together and it was clear that they were no good together. Kev was living the life many dreamed of, fast cars, nice clothes, any girl he could dream of and, just like any other dumb teenage boy, August wanted that same life. Kev put August on and before I knew it that same goofy kid that I knew had rose to the top of the drug game and forgot all about me. His life was consumed by the face pace life of the streets and their was no tuning back. Everyone knows that there is only one way to get out of the game and that's in a cell or a casket, for Kev it was a casket and the fear of what would be August's fate drove us apart.  Regardless of my personal feelings towards Kev I knew that the two were incredible. Kev's house is where August had been spending most of his time since he got kicked out. Kev's kids were August's godchildren and he looked at them as if they were his own. You would think that the two had known each other their whole life the way they acted. So I knew that this death was killing him inside. At a lost for words I just sat with him and let him vent to me about how Kev was one of the last real niggas in Nola and how they had all these plans for the future. He told me that the two were planning to leave the game behind and that he was going to help August break into the music world and the two were going to take over the world. All the same dreams he had shared with me before, he felt like they had all been ripped away from him. 

"You know I understand the pain August." I said, referring to my father who had died as a result of him not being able to leave the street life behind."If you want I can make you something to eat. Don't touch anything though, I got my eyes on you." I warned, half joking, raising from the bed but I was soon stopped.

"Thanks ma. I really appreciate it." He stopped me from getting up but grabbing my arm. 

"It's no big deal."

"Yea it is." He replied. I could tell he was sincere from looking in his eyes. "You really beautiful."

"Thanks." I replied, shyly looking away from him. Was he flirting with me? After stealing from me? The male species is truly confusing. He always had a way of making me mad then being able to make me blush within seconds. 

"Don't look away." He said. Taking my chin is his hand and making me stare into his eyes. At this point his lips were just centimeters apart. I opened my mouth to speak but got cut off by his lips lightly brushing against mine. I was slight caught off guard, yet when he attempted to deepen the light kiss I didn't resist. We had never kissed before. We had always stated that we were simply friends and nothing more. But right now, in this moment, I could not bring myself to pull away. At that moment I wanted him more than anything. I don't know if it was years of pent up sexual frustration or the fact that I had always secretly been in love with him but the moment felt so right. 

Wrapping my arms around his neck as he laid me on the bed. He kissed down my neck as he began to remove my oversized button down. Once I was bare he began to tease me. Kissing up my legs, to my thighs, eventually placing a kiss on the place that wanted it most. I had waited for this moment for so long. "Shit," I called out when his speed increased. He was slurping, licking, and nibbling in all the right ways and I was about to surrender. "I'm bouta cum!" I cried. He didn't listen though. Maintaining his actions. I released all over his face, he licked it up no problem. Positioning himself at my entrance once he had done so.

"You ready?" He asked. I nodded my head in assurance and he slowly slid in. Taking slow deep strokes. I bite my lip, waiting for the pain to turn into pleasure.