Jordyn and Aaron have been best friends for as long as they could remember. They attended the same school, went to prom together, even were each other's first kiss. Will their friendship takes a turn for the worse when they both keep a secret from e...
A/n: this thot came for my hood, threatened me, but she did compliment my nappy ass hair... I think that's enough for her birthday present. Happy birthday indigoclifford. Imma take you to a strip club one day... surprisingly I did edit this shit but I'm almost legally blind, so there might be some fuck shit (and some smut). Lmao I'll post the other 5 chapters later. ———————————
Jordyn
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"Ooh, shit right there Xavier." I moaned. It's not what it looks like...ok it's exactly what it looks like.
"Jor, I'm about to cum." Xavier groans. "You're still on that birth control right?"
"Mhm, go ahead." I moaned. I couldn't contain myself. I came right a long with him. He slowed down his strokes and stayed hovered over me. He gave me a quick peck on my lips and laid next to me.
"Why are we doing this?" I asked for clarification. Xavier was of one Aaron's best guy friends and here I am fucking him behind his back. As far as Aaron knew, Xavier and I hated each other. We still do, he just has bomb dick. If he caught us together, Aaron would go ballistic.
Aaron and I had been best friends since I came out the womb. My mother was his mother's roommate in college, resulting in an everlasting friendship, which brought Aaron and I to be best friends. We did everything together. Went to school together, ate dinner together. Hell, he was even my first kiss when we were thirteen.
"Because we have great hate sex." He said. He played in my curly locks. Why is this nigga still touching me?
"Yea but isn't it breaking bro code fucking your best friend's best friend?" He shrugged.
"As long y'all didn't date I think it's fine." I sighed. I got up and roamed Xavier's room for my clothes.
Xavier works as my photographer and he's a pain in the fucking ass. When we bickered during work his comeback would always be 'but you didn't say that in bed last night.' He's lucky he takes great pictures of me or he would've gotten fired on sight.
We started fucking around when we both got drunk at my 21st birthday party a couple of months ago. I only invited him because Aaron told me to, otherwise his stupid ass could had stayed home and masterbate to my picture or something. I woke up that next morning with a horrible headache and a dick poking into my back. The rest is history.
"What time you have to go on set?" He asks. He wraps his arm around me.
"Why do you care?" I said with an attitude. This nigga ain't my boyfriend.
"Well jeez, I'm just trying to make conversation girl. It didn't require that stank ass attitude." I rolled my eyes.
"Every time you ask a question about me, it turns into a conversation about you and your needs."
