Seduced by My Bestie's Brother

Home date.

~Thelma POV~

I stare at myself in the mirror just to check if I am really mentally okay and don’t have any problem with my brain. You can’t believe what I am going to do now.

I gaze downwards at the dress that I am wearing. It just goes up to my thighs, in fact, far above my knees. This shows that too much flesh is left uncovered.

I cannot tell why I chose to wear this dress. I comb my hair, letting it flow downwards to my back. My people tell me it looks so good on me, his is clearly the reason why I have left to call back. I want to look attractive during this date.

After that, I apply a little nude makeup. I look okay....maybe better. Anyway, I am not good with compliments, more so when it comes to complimenting myself. If it was my bestie, then I could get them all.

I then get my wallet ready to exit my bedroom.

“Thelma, what are you really trying to do?” I ask myself. For sure, I have no idea what I am really doing. I can’t explain how I ended up like this. This is not me at all. I am a completely different person.

“Stop having second thoughts, you have to go for it,” my subconscious encourages me. I know many of you are wondering what is happening to me, but just look on, you are going to find out.

This time around, I follow my subconscious. It is rare for me to follow her, but for this time round, I think things are a bit different. I just head out of my bedroom towards the living room where I kept him waiting for approximately thirty minutes.

“Rich,” I call him out when I realize that he is nowhere to be seen.

“Richmond,” I call out, heading towards the kitchen, but still there is no sign of him. I am such a fool. How would I even expect that he would really take me out? Maybe he was making fun of me, a nerd like me…that is a no.

Thelma, you are really doomed to stay, and that is how I will end up. He will always use and damn me in less than a minute. Still contemplating how much of a failure I am, I hear someone open the main door. I quickly look there to see who is getting in.

I instantly turn around to see who it is. It is him. I immediately feel relaxed.

“What is this?” I ask him, surprised the moment I see him get in. He is holding a bottle of champagne and some packages that I believe are take-away packages. I am actually confused by all this.

“These are things which are meant for our date,” he says proudly as he gets near me. His eyes instantly look all over my body. I can see his eyes full of lust at me. I see him lick his lower lips. Only that act gets me turned on.

“You are extremely appetizing in that little dress.” Damn it, he is going to remain a jerk for the rest of his life. He is 28 years old but surely acts like a teenager who is always horny, and what he thinks about is getting a girl to…well, f**k, all the time. But it is not like I am actually complaining at all.

I just nod my head, not saying anything, as I help him carry some of the packages through to the kitchen and then put them down.

“So what are all these about?” I ask him the moment we settle the packages on the dining table in the kitchen.

“These are necessities for our date. I think an indoor date is better than going around,” he explains. That is actually better. I will not be looking around worried that someone might see me with him.

Damn it! I get it completely. Maybe he doesn’t want that blonde to see him with me. I am such a jerk to always believe that there will be anything between the two of us.

“Don’t put on that angry face, little one. It doesn’t fit this cute face,” he says as he gets nearer to me, putting each hand on one of my cheeks, pinching them playfully.

I get away from him, still not satisfied with what he did. That excuse is not enough to justify what he just did. I manage to get out of his hold, storming to the other side of the kitchen.

He comes after me and gets in front of me, blocking my movement.

“Look, it is not like I didn’t want to take you out. I just wanted the two of us to be here. I know you are more free here. But if you want to go…okay, we—”

“It is okay. We can remain here.” I interrupt him, equally thinking that it is maybe better to remain indoors. I can now say he is not a complete jerk as he acts all the time.

For Mom, I know she is not getting here until night. Then remaining indoors will be better,not to be seen with Rich.

“Oh, let’s have this started, baby girl,” he says.

I know you are all wondering how this came about. I will take you briefly behind, and you will know everything. After that erotic moment in the pool, we were nearly caught by one of our neighbors.

This made me afraid. Somehow, if this went on, then our parents would find out that maybe there is something going on. It is not that I’m afraid of our mothers knowing. The thing that I fear is my best friend knowing.

I can’t live without my bestie. I made it clear to Rich that nothing will ever take place between the two of us. I wouldn’t lose my bestie. I asked Rich not to pursue me again, and he asked for a date, and with that, he will never come after me again. But up to this point, I can’t tell if he will really do so. I think you have got where this is coming from now.

“Let us have this started?” he repeats.

Rich begins to set the table as I look at him carefully, standing at one corner of the kitchen.

I can’t believe this is the Richmond that I know. However, I still can’t even believe that I went by his request of having a date and then he would leave me again. But how far can he be trustworthy? I think I will see that by the end of the day.

When all is set, he pulls out a seat for me, which I take, and he equally takes the opposite seat. I stare at him as he serves the chicken wings, smashed vegetables, and chips.

I once again stare at him as he does it. There is a question that has been burning in my throat for some time now. I feel I can’t take it any more.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” The question gets him extremely offside, based on the way he stares at me for some time like he is in a frozen state. I swear it is not something that I know of him. He is always bold and straight to the point.

I wait for about five minutes, but it is clear he is not going to give me an answer.

“If you don’t want, then leave it,” I say, quickly regretting why I even asked such a question. I am, in other words, acting like a jealous girlfriend, yet I am not anything near that. Not at all.

Maybe that is why he keeps doing anything that he wants to do to me all the time that he wants. He knows I want him, and that is an added advantage for him.

I look up at him only briefly and then pull away immediately. So I don’t know exactly how he is reacting.

I continue eating my food but not even getting any taste from it, just eating for the sake of having food placed in front of me.

I can feel a pair of eyes aimed at me, but I also try as much as possible to act all composed. I don’t even know how I end up finishing all my food.

The moment I stand to clear the dishes, he does not let me. He instead gets hold of my hand. It really happens so fast that at first I once again freeze. However, I compose myself, remembering the real reason for this date.

“What is it?” I ask him rudely. Actually, it was not my intention to shout at him, but I could not help it. I can’t help but think about the fact that I am no longer going to have any more chance with my crush, a crush that I have had for so many years, and yet he is now going to be taken…no, I mean he has been taken by someone. But, of course, I have to know that he never belonged to me in the first place.

“Calm down,” he says calmly, standing up. No, Thelma, not this time. You have to act so strong and not let him have his way with you in case he wants to.

“I think this date is done. Let us forget anything that has ever taken place between the two of us,” I manage to construct a well-punctuated sentence, even when he is near me like this.

“Come on, baby girl. What should we forget yet we have not even started anything?” he says, taking a few steps, coming closer to me, holding one of my hands in his.

“Don’t get fooled.” I can feel my inner self trying to warn myself, but I don’t know how long I am going to be so focused on what I want.

He begins to caress my hand, going upwards until he gets to my shoulders. He then moves around, getting behind my back. He now puts the other hand on my other shoulder, beginning to massage both of them.

“ I want us to at least create a memory that will be worthy of remembering,” he continues to whisper to me as his hands begin to add more pleasure to his action, heading towards my breasts. No way. Please, what should I do now?

I instantly become weak the moment I feel his hands touch my n*****s.

“So soft… just let me give you a very memorable and unforgettable secret,” he continues to murmur as he twists my n*****s, even though it is over my dress.

A moan escapes my mouth.

“Let me once again taste those very delicious lips,” he says, turning me around to face him. He doesn’t give me any chance to think. He presses his lips roughly onto mine. A little moan escapes my mouth.

I instantly open my mouth, letting him enter into my mouth. He presses one hand on my ass, carrying me out, with his lips never leaving mine at all. I don’t know where this is going to lead, but one thing I know is that I am not backing off this time. I badly want this human, for sure.

He then pulls away slightly from my mouth, making me groan. He chuckles and presses his lips back onto mine.

He begins to move towards the stairs, nearing my bedroom. The pumping of my heart intensifies more at the thought of what might happen.

I know there is not going to be any backing away. I want him so much. It never happened before, but right now I badly want this man, really.

This is going to be one of the most memorable times in my life.