MY FRIEND, MY DOOM

Beverly had rushed out of the bathroom when she heard a knock at her bedroom's door. Confusingly, she wore the other side of her bathrobe due to the fact that she was in a hurry. "Oh damn! My angel! You are stunning!" She exclaimed, dragging the last three words. It was Michelle, her best friend who had always been the center of attraction everywhere they went. Michelle was a show-stopper. Unlike the other ladies, she never spent hours getting her make-up or hair done. Her mode of dressing was simple, yet classy. Her beauty? It radiated like the sun– The type you see in the early autumn. Her succulent lips, captivating eyes and well-aligned brows complimented her flawless skin. "You're definitely gonna outshine me tonight..." Beverly blurted while Michelle laughed and walked in. Undoubtedly, both ladies were gorgeous but Michelle was prettier. Her beauty was never overemphasized. "You're not even ready... I thought I was late when I realized I had dozed off in the guest room but I had forgotten you literally spend the whole day getting your make up done." Michelle murmured and sank into the sofa. "Dickhead! I'll be done in ten." Beverly chuckled, loosening her bathrobe. "Arse-hole! You wore this the other way round! Gosh!" Michelle exclaimed when she noticed and they both laughed aloud. It had been that way for 22 years. Their friendship blossomed as each year passed. Like Tom and Jerry, they would fight over the flimsiest thing but that didn't change a thing. From their childhood days to their teenage years, down to their years of being independent adults, their love for each other waxed stronger. ************************************************* "Seen a hotter 27-year old b***h? I doubt!" Beverly snapped her fingers across the face of a man who couldn't take his eyes off her friend while the walked into the club. Weekends were everything for them. They were days of fun, times to forget the hurdles of life after hectic weekdays at their offices. "Give us the finest wine! Woo-ah!" Michelle said to the bartender as she danced to the Rhythm of the song that was being played. It was 2:am and they had already drank to stupor. Beverly wasn't left out, she was a bad-ass stepper who never failed to kill the show with her dance steps. Now, they had moved on to the dance floor with their glasses filled with drinks. The atmosphere was tense and good music filled the air. The two ladies danced like they were in a competition, while people watched –Like birds given freedom, they flung their hands into the air as though they were about to fly. "I need me a boy right now!" Michelle laughed as she spoke. And just like her wish was granted by a genie, someone came whispering into her ears "Here I am". She paused and gazed at the gigantic figure before her. "Wooah! are you human?" She asked in a low tone, her voice cracked like that of a frog. "Robert, You?" He stretched his hand for a handshake, hoping Michelle would place hers on it. "How long have you been staring?" She asked, winking and smacking her lips. "Since you came here." He replied "Guess she was right, never seen a hotter 27-year old b***h". He smiled, glancing at Beverly. Then, it dawned on both of them that he was the guy they had seen at the entrance of the club. "Bad boy!" Beverly exclaimed immediately, letting out an alluring smile. "Okay, I'll leave you two now...Girl, hit me up when you're done" She ran along after Michelle nodded affirmatively. "Nice hair" Robert remarked. "Thanks...you are..." "Robert, A graduate of New York University... And you are Michelle, 27" "How did you know my name?" She asked him. "I know you've had enough drink already, but I wouldn't mind if you join me for some mocktail". He requested and stretched his hand again. Michelle shrugged and smiled. "My pleasure" She whispered as their hands clutched. In an hour's time, they were dancing together and wallowing in each other's arms like they had been buddies for years. "Someone told you you've got striking resemblance with Kanye West?" Michelle popped a question after some minutes of silence. "Not so sure..." Robert grinned, he stared at Michelle like she was some mouth-watering dish and while he did that, his eyes rolled. "Mind if we get a room upstairs?" He asked her. Of course, she wouldn't budge. She had waited for this moment. and there is was, waiting for her to bask in it. All thanks to the genie that had granted her request. "Come" He grabbed her. Michelle was gone — Not for the fact that she was drunk, but for how she felt ecstasy when he touched her. In less than two minutes, they had settled in a room. Michelle ripped his clothes apart like she was an aggro and from the sleets of her gown, he undressed her, leaving her with the brassiere and panties . Aggressively, she pulled his pants down, gripped his c**k and watched it dangle immediately she let go of it. "My goodness!" She muttered, The only place she had seen c***s like his was on porn sites, her go-to-haven when she was horny. It was indeed a sight to behold. "Let me ride already!" These words ran through her mind as she couldn't wait to have this rod of gorgeousness inside her p***y. He planted a kiss on her lips and groaned like a lion, about to devour its prey. While she couldn't wait to have him, he was in a hurry to do same. "I have longed for this" She whispered soft moans into his ear while he caressed her skin, fixing his fingers into her v****a. She was wet, the slurpy fluid that coated his fingers indicated it. She gasped for air as he held her neck and went in vigorously with his fingers. This time, her panties were on the floor and her breasts were off the cage of her brassiere, making her hardened n*****s point towards Robert like a gun. With her fingers curling into his hair, she levitated as her breath hitched. The city light that filtered through the curtains casted a soft glow across their tangled bodies. As he trailed soft kisses along her neck, she let out a quiet gasp while tightening her hands, she was slowly reaching orgasm as his lips lingered over her collarbone causing her to close her eyes and bite her lips. "f**k!" She dragged the word, still with her eyes closed. On realizing she was dripping badly, she reached out for a pack of condoms which she gave to him. "Nah, Wanna feel you" He whispered while shoving the stuff in her hand aside. "We barely know each other. It's safe we use this". The intriguing fact was how she was drunk, yet conscious. She grabbed his c**k and forced it into her tiny mouth—The sides of her lips felt like they were tearing apart as she sucked like her life depended on it. Swirling her tongue on the tip that seemed red like a lollipop, he pulled her face back with a grunt and kissed her for a job weldone, her drool was a mixture of her saliva and c*m—The one he had released. "Damn! You are f*****g sweet!" He remarked, beads of sweats dropped profusely from his chest to his stomach. He kept panting minutes later to show he was not satisfied, he wanted more, Michelle too. After tearing open the wrapper, he drew a single condom from the box and what followed was the slow motion of his thrust, then paced swiftly, paying less attention to Michelle who was screaming her brains out. It was blissful and for a moment, it felt like she had known Robert for a century. The last time she felt that way was two summers ago. Back then, It was a guy from down the street —how long it had been since she felt truly alive like that. "This is more than a one-night stand". Her fingers threaded through the tiny hair on his neck while she clung to him through each wave of pleasure.