Chapter 8

(AN: I know its been waaay too long and I'm really sorry about that.... This chapter is not really finished, I really wanted it to be super long and I wanted to add some more to it, but I haven't had the time to finish writing it, so I decided to post what I had.  A VERY VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO LIZZIE, WHO HELPED ME WITH THIS CHAPTER. IF IT WASN'T FOR HER I PROBABLY WOULD BE STRUGGLING WITH IT STILL.. SO THANK YOU!! YOU ARE AMAZING.  Please Please Please comment and let me know if you guys are liking this.  I feel like I'm messing this story up :(... anyways... here it is..)


Nicki’s breathing was still uneven and heavy, while Drake stared at her flustered face.  Neither of them turned to look at Lauren, Nicki was way too embarrassed to do so and Drake was just too amused in seeing Nicki like this.  But the incident gave the him a sense of nostalgia sending him back in time, to when his mother walked in him and Nicki wrapped up in his sheets, making out- happy that his mother couldn’t see the places his fingers had explored that day.

Lauren stayed still, her mouth a little open at the sight before her.  She knew she should’ve turned around and waited for them at the living room, but quite honestly she couldn’t look away.  She was paralyzed in place, but wanted to break out in a run.

“Drake, get off!” Nicki struggled to push him off her, but he wasn’t having that.

“I don’t recall you asking me to ‘get off’ minutes ago” he said smugly and she hit him.

“Move, I’m not gonna repeat it” the seriousness of her tone made him smirk.

“I…” before he could even finish his sentence, he felt himself being pushed towards the floor, landing on his butt.  “Fuck,” he groaned and rolled over onto his stomach.

Nicki stood up and gave him a small smile “I told you to move”.

After fixing her skirt she turned to her friend who had a rather amused expression on her face.  “I’m so sorry about this Lauren, I forgot that I told you to come over.” Nicki apologized and Lauren looked at Drake.

“Obviously,” she said and smirked to herself.  “I think you just got a little distracted.” Nicki’s body relaxed as soon as she heard Lauren’s playful tone. “Drake”

“Yeah?” he said in a deep voice.

“You can get up anytime you want.  I already saw your huge bulge, no need to hide it now.”  Drake laughed at Lauren’s comment, before standing up and hugging Nicki from the back, pressing himself to her.

“Blame her”  He said and Nicki closed her eyes when she felt Drake’s arousal and the deep voice bellow out.  Suddenly, Drake turned her back around and kissed her deeply, completely disregarding the fact that they had an audience this time.  His lips moved hungrily against hers, allowing her to taste herself on his lips and tongue.  A small moan escaped her lips and as soon as she felt her body start to heat up, someone cleared their throat, and Nicki remembered why they had stopped in the first place. Lauren.

After abruptly pushing him off her, Nicki shot Drake a dirty look and turned back to her rather stunned friend.

“Oh shut up,” Nicki muttered and grabbed Lauren’s hand, pulling her out the small bedroom and into the living room.

“Ew,” Lauren shrieked and snatched her hand out of the small grasp.  “Nicki don’t touch me with those hands… Who knows what you have been doing with them” Nicki heard Drake’s laughter and it made her blood boil.

“Teasing” Drake said and Nicki yelled back at him.

“The fuck are you still doing here? Get out of my house!”  Drake simply ignored her and turned to look at Lauren.

“To be perfectly honest, she hasn’t done anything with her hands, I did all the work” Directing his attention to Nicki, he winked “Thanks for… dinner” he said and licked his lips making Nicki cross her legs as he stood close to her.

“You’re an asshole,” she muttered only loud enough for him to hear.

"Dinner? She cooked for you?" Lauren looked between the two of them  Nicki's eyes went wide as Drake let out a mocking laugh.

"Yeah, she did. It was sweet too.  I wanted desert too tho."

"Sweet? What did she.." Lauren stopped as soon as her brain decoded Drake's innuendo. "Ugh! You guys are disgusting!"

Nicki glared at Drake again and pushed him to the door  "You may leave Mr. Graham"

"See you later... Mrs. Graham" He said and kissed her again.  Before Nicki even had time to react, let alone yell at him, he was out of her apartment. She was frozen in place, something in the way he said Mrs. Graham and the way he kissed her made her knees weak.

"Ehem" Lauren's voice made Nicki snap from her trance and turn around.  She kept her gaze on the floor as if that was going to block Lauren's presence.  She could feel her friend's eyes fixed on her.

"Care to explain?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"He did what?!"  Lauren asked with shock once Nicki had finished telling the tale of what Drake called, making him dinner.  They were both sitting in the small sofa, since Lauren refused to go talk in the bedroom.  She couldn’t, not after knowing what had transpired before she walked in.

"Shh, Lauren lower your fucking voice, I'm sure the neighbors don’t want to know what Drake did."  Nicki chastised but Lauren waved her off.

"They probably do, anyways... What happened then?"

Nicki's cheeks turned a subtle shade of pink as her memory replayed everything in slow motion.

"I don't even know Lauren.” Nicki asked playing with her hands.  “One minute we were just teasing and grinding on each other and the next he was between my legs."

"So he gave you head?" She asked and Nicki nodded in confirmation, hiding her face with her hands. "What are you freaking out for? Nic, it’s not like it was the first time. Drake was your boyfriend, the first guy to ever get it on with you."  Lauren furrowed her eyebrows as she saw Nicki's troubled expression. "Nicki? It wasn't the first time he did that right?"

Yes, it was. It had been the first time she had experienced what it felt like.  Just thinking about it, her body was reacting to the sensations and feelings that were going to be forever engraved in her mind.  Was she about to let her friend know this? No.

"No, of course not" her eyes focused on her hands.

"Yes it was.  You are a terrible liar Ms. Maraj.” Lauren analyzed and it got quiet for a moment. “So...”

“So what?”

“You know what.”

“No, I really don’t.”

“Uhg, how did it feel?"

"I don’t know how to explain it, a couple of days ago, when he used his hands, it was grea..." She was cut off by Lauren

"What? When did he use his hands Nicki? For what?"

Nicki's eyes grew even wider as she realized she hadn't mentioned the shower incident to Lauren.  Standing up from the sofa she walked into her bedroom with Lauren following her.  Nicki thought she would see her panties on the ground but they were gone.

“He stole my panties,” she muttered to herself, Lauren couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“He what?” She asked for confirmation but Nicki simply ignored her, picked a black thong, an oversized t-shirt, her towel and walked towards the bathroom.

Lauren rolled her eyes at Nicki's attempt to swerve her questions.  She saw her take off her shirt before entering the shower and closing the curtain behind her.  After a couple of seconds Nicki’s bra and skirt were being thrown outside of the shower, landing on the floor.  Lauren sat down on the closed toilet while she heard Nicki fumble with the shampoo and soap bottles.

"You can’t ignore me Nicki,” Lauren reminded but all the sound to be heard after that was the running water.  “I'm waiting Nic.  What did Drake do with his hands?"  Lauren pressed and Nicki sighed, letting the water flow and fall on her skin relaxing her before she finally answered.

“He took me to heaven” she said imagining Drake’s hands on her and inside her body.  Touching her in all the right ways, knowing just what to do to please her.

“You know what, I’m just gonna go.  Do you babe, do you.” Lauren said and walked out the bathroom.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hours of hard work trying to catch up with every project she had to turn in, caused Nicki to pass out in her bed.  Loud knocks interrupted her sleep.  Groaning she looked at the clock on top of her nightstand… 3:15 a.m. The only thing running through her mind being, ‘Who the fuck could be knocking at this hour?’ Her brain quickly played every worst case scenario, sending her into a panic.

Was it her mother?

Was it Lauren?

She grabbed her phone and checked for any missed calls, but there were none.  Her heart  calmed down a bit as she ruled out most of the scenarios.

Taking the cover off her body, she sat on her bed and stretched.   The loud knocks started again and she decided to get up so she could at least yell at the person responsible for disturbing her peaceful and much needed hours of sleep.  Slowly walking to the door she heard the knocks getting even more persistent.  Looking through the peephole she saw Drake and rolled her eyes.  She pulled the door open as far as the chain would allow and looked up at him.

“Drake, its 3:15 in the morning, what are you doing here?”  He couldn’t help to smile at her sleepy and whiny voice.

“Just open the door Nic” he pleaded and she sighed letting him know that he would be getting what he wanted.  The door then shut and the sound of the chain being undone followed, unlocking the door.  Nicki pulled it open revealing herself to him and Drake wasn’t prepared for what he was seeing.  She held the door open and stood in front of it, keeping him from going inside.

“I hope you have an excuse for this” he saw her move her mouth and he could hear her voice, but he was too busy looking at her to pay attention.  How did she manage to look so good with an oversized t-shirt and her hair all messy from sleeping?  “Drake, I’m talking to you”

“Are you gonna let me in?”

“No.   What do you want?”

“Come on, I wanna take you somewhere.”

“At 3:15 in the morning?”

“Uh, yeah.” He said plainly
.
“You are out of your fucking mind, and I’m going back to sleep” She walked inside and attempted to close the door, but he stopped her.  Stepping into her apartment, he closed the door behind him.

“I’m not leaving without you” he stated sternly.

“Fine, then make yourself comfortable, I’m going to bed” not even looking at him, Nicki walked towards her bedroom.  Before she could make it to the door, she felt him hug her from behind.

“Come with me, please?” He begged placing a kiss on the little weak spot she had on the nape of her neck.  Drake turned her around so she was facing him. “I won’t try anything, I promise.”  He said reassuringly and Nicki sighed with a frown.

“No, Drake.  I’m tired and if you haven’t noticed I’m not even completely dressed”

“You look perfect.  Get your keys, we are going out.”

Nicki grunted but did what he told her since there was clearly no way out of this.  Drake smiled when he saw her look for her keys and purse.

“I hate you so much right now.”

“You always hate me baby.”

“Don’t call me baby!” he laughed “Can I at least put some pants on?” Drake looked down to her smooth legs, the t-shirt she had on went down to mid-thighs.

“Do you have underwear?” she nodded “That’s enough, no need for pants.  Now, come on, let’s go” He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front door.

 “Can you are least tell me where the hell we’re going?” Nicki asked as she locked the door.

"Nah, no need for you to know that"

As they made their way to Drake's car, Nicki felt the cold breeze and shivered.

"Fuck Drake, you could've at least let me put on some pants. I can feel my ass freezing"

Drake let her walk in front of him, his eyes focusing on her backside.  Nicki gasped when she felt his hand on her butt cheek as he gave it a light squeeze.

"Nah, you good. Its not frozen yet" he walked next to her.

"Do that again and I swear... " he cut her off.

"You swear what Nic? You don't like me touching you? Too damn bad" he opened the car's door for her and let her get in before lowering to be eye-level with her "This project or yours involves touching and.... I like touching you. So don't start with your threats, they don't scare me"

After closing, or slamming the door, he made his way to the driver's side.  She huffed when he started the car and drove without saying a word to her.

After a couple of minutes of driving in silence she turned to look at him.

"So you take me out of my house this early and then just decide not to speak to me?"

"Oh I can talk to you? I thought that was going to bother you too" his voice was filled with sarcasm causing her to roll her eyes.

"Just take me home Drake, Im tired and I'm not in the mood for this"

"Nah, that's not an option.  Why are you so tired anyways?"

"I stayed up trying to finish some stuff.  Your first project is almost done by the way. So yeah I was doing that" She yawned "Oh and didn't I tell you? Some asshole came over to my house uninvited and disturbed my sleep"

Drake just ignored her sarcastic comment "Check in the backseat... There's something for you there"

Nicki turned on the little light before unbuckling her seat belt and turning around to search for whatever he had for her.  She made a face at the mess he had inside his car.  There were clothes scattered all around the back seat.

“What am I looking for again?” Her eyes fixed on a small sized white bra on the floor, she could feel her temper rising, but she managed to stay quiet.  She obviously didn’t have the right to ask for an explanation.

“It’s a black notebook, ignore the mess”

Finally spotting the notebook she reached for it.  Turning back around she buckled her seatbelt again, but left the light on.

“What is this?” she was clearly confused

“Uh… it’s for your project. Didn’t I tell you I was gonna give you my side of things?” she nodded “Well there it is.  Gotta admit it’s not very well written, feel free to change it up a bit to make it sound smarter”

She gave him a small smile and opened the notebook, her eyes scanned the familiar handwriting.

“Thanks”

“No problem.  I specified the moments” she nodded and read the title on the first page. ‘The Process of Kissing: Part One?’

Deciding to read it later at home, she closed the notebook and looked at him again.  He was looking straight ahead, his mind focused on the road.

“Where are you taking me?” he looked at her briefly and smiled.

“You’ll see”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“You can’t be serious right now.  I’m not getting out of this car” she crossed her arms.

“Yes, you are.  There’s no one here”

She looked at their surroundings.  He was right there was no one there. But then again, who went to the park at this time?

"I'm naked"

"No you are not. Now get out of the car, don't make me force you out"

Not waiting for her to respond, Drake opened his door and got out.  Walking a little, he looked back when he heard her door being opened.  He observed her as she got out of the car and made her way towards him.

"You could've let me put on some clothes" she sounded like a little girl and he couldn't help but smile.

"And miss this amazing view of you? Hell nah" he waited for her to catch up and grabbed her hand "Come on, lets walk"

Nicki looked at their intertwined hands and savored the moment, she missed this.  The feeling she would get everytime he held her hand, like it was meant to be that way.  Somehow she knew he wasn’t aware of the feelings he provoked in her.

They walked around the park hand in hand, a comfortable silence speaking for them.

“Why did you bring me here?” her voice was low, almost a whisper.

He shrugged “I don’t know” he waited a couple of seconds before speaking again “You don’t like it?”

“The park is beautiful.  It’s just a little too early for me to really enjoy it” Nicki said sleepily, and Drake kept her close to himself, keeping her warm.

“Here,” he said and let go of her hand before pulling off his hoodie.  She was a bit reluctant at first but Nicki took it and pulled it onto herself, and felt her fingers re-lace with his.

“Thanks” she said quietly.
“You’re welcome”

“Can I ask you something?” Nicki asked, while she kept her gaze on the floor.

“Yeah?”

It took her a couple of seconds to respond as gathered up a bit of confidence to ask what she wanted to know.

“Do... Do you miss me?”  she asked and watched the cloud of smoke drift from her mouth instead of looking at him.  Something inside her told her she shouldn't have asked that.  They were not trying to get together. The time they were spending together was just an agreement.

He knew what she meant, still he didn’t feel like answering “What do you mean ‘miss you’, you are right next to me” he let out a small chuckle, easing his nerves.

“No I mean, do you miss…” Nicki stopped walking and turned to look at him briefly before focusing on their intertwined hands. “...this... us.” she admitted.  She could feel her heart pounding as she waited for him to answer.  What was she doing?  Maybe it was the lack of sleep that was making her talk like this.

Drake focused on her face.  She had a pout on her face that he knew she didn’t even know she had.  Her eyes were fixed on their hands and her brows were furrowed.  Using his free hand he lifted her head, making her look at him.  She looked beautiful, the moon light slightly lighting up her features and eyes as she stared at him. Not saying a word he kissed her, keeping her hand in his.  It wasn’t rough or invasive, just a gentle and simple kiss.  He left his lips linger on hers for a couple of seconds before pulling away.  Nicki slowly opened her eyes, instantly being met by Drake’s.

“I would be crazy if I didn’t miss you Nic” he gave her a small smile, while Nicki's face remained serious  “Come on, lets go to the slides”

Chapter 7

(AN: This chapter really didn't want to be written... It got accidentally deleted twice... so this is not really how I originally had written it... but I figured I'd just post it before it gets deleted again.  Didn't have time to proof read sorry... You all know how I feel about this story... no need to say it again.  ENJOY! COMMENT, PLEASE! < it makes me happy.)

"I already told you it’s okay Lauren" Nicki kept her phone trapped between her ear and her shoulder as she put everything she needed on her bag "Really, don't worry. Take care of everything you have to do. I'll just catch the bus" she glanced at the wall clock of her living room: 6:45am “Just come over this afternoon, we NEED to talk. Love you" she hung up and sighed.

Lauren had just called telling her she wasn't going to be able to pick her up for the university, at moments like this she wished she had her own car. Of course, she couldn't afford it. To make the situation worse she was already late. Her first class was at 8:00am and she had to meet with a guy, whom she was helping with a class, to give him a project he had given her to do.

She grabbed her bag, the binder with the project, her keys and headed for the door. Her bad humor got the best of her and she opened to door rather forcefully causing her to almost crash into someone.

“Whoa! Easy there” she looked up and saw him standing there, two cups of coffee in his hands.

“Damn Drake, you scared me”she turned around and closed the door, locking it with her keys “What are you doing here?”

“I came to bring you some coffee” he said holding her cup up and handing it to her. She looked at him for a brief moment before taking the cup from his hand. “With milk and two of sugar, just the way you like it.

Why was he doing this?

“Thank you” she looked at him again and gave him a small smile “I’m sorry, I’m already running late” she tried to walk pass him but he blocked her.

“Late for what? It’s 6:50 Nicki, what time does your class starts? 8:00?” she nodded “How are you ‘late’?”

“Not all of us have a car Drake. That means some of us still have to take the bus sometimes” she walked pass him trying not to drop everything she had on her hands. He grabbed her by her arm and made her turn around.

“Gimme that” he grabbed her bag “Come on, I’ll give you a ride”

“I don’…”

“It wasn’t a question Nicki” he said cutting her off. She decided not to say anything and just walked to his car. Honestly, she really did need the ride so she wasn't gonna complain. Drake opened the door for her before going around to the driver’s side.

“Since when are you such a gentleman?” she asked once he started the car.

“Always been, baby girl” he winked at her. He saw her sip on her coffee and close her eyes as she savor the taste, a small chuckle escaped his lips. Same old dramatic Nicki.

“Oh!...I need to go to the library first, sorry”

“No problem”

Nicki drank her coffee in silence, looking at him occasionally.

“Thanks. For the ride and…the coffee, You shouldn't have bothered”

“Anytime. Do you always take the bus?”

“No. Lauren usually takes me, but she was busy today”

“How is Lauren? I mean I see her at the university all the time, but she still gives me a death glare anytime we run into each other”

“What did you expect?” she laughed “She is my friend. And believe me I’ve told her enough things about you to get her to dislike you” her smile never left her face, even though she was dead serious.

“Oh word? And you admit it to my face?” she chuckled but didn’t answer. A comfortable silence took over until he spoke again “I like your outfit” she looked at him “I’ve always loved how those flowy skirts look on you”

“Thank you”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Here you go, Jason. It’s a B+ project as you requested” she handed the binder to a small guy “If you have any problems with the project or the grade is not the promised one, let me know and I’ll give you full refund”

“Ok, thanks Nicki. I know it was short notice but you are saving my life with this” he took his wallet out and handed her the money, which she happily took.

“No problem” she turned towards Drake who had been standing behind her the whole time. “You didn’t have to wait for me Drake; I can walk to the classroom by myself”

“I wanted to” he grabbed her bag, both walking out of the library “How much did he pay you?”

“$100. It’s just one project not a class. Those are more expensive”

“How much do I have to pay you?” She shook her head.

“Nothing, we made a deal. You are helping me with my project and I’ll help you”

Drake just nodded but made a mental note to find out how much she charged for class. He was going to pay her even if she didn’t want him to.

“How's the project going?” she made a face.

“It's... I don't really know. Right now it's all over the place to be honest. I'm just hoping it gets better as we advance”

“We haven't really done anything yet Nicki, it'll get better” they stopped talking when they reached her classroom. “Well, I have practice today at 2:15. It’s gonna last about an hour and then I’ll give you a ride home”

“Oh no! Don’t worry, really, I’ll take the bus”

“No you won’t, Nicki. It’s on my way to my place, I can take you” he handed her the bag. “You can come to the court and wait for me” he walked closer to her “Like old times”

No.

“I’ll wait for you at the library”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Her entire day was spent in class and her lunch break on the library. Partly because she wanted to start an assignment she had and also cause she didn't feel like sitting in the cafeteria and watch him interact with his friends, including Kate. Especially considering she didn't have Lauren there today to give her support. Her phone vibrated indicating she had a new text.

'Dnt forget'

Something inside her was telling her to stay right where she was, sitting at the library's table that she had claimed as her own for the day. But she wanted to see him play. She knew how passionate he was about basketball, how hard we worked to earn his spot on the university’s team. He used to tell her all about his dreams ever since they were just kids.

Standing up she gathered her things and walked out.

She could hear the player’s voices as she got near the gym. Quietly opening the door, she found a spot at the bleachers and sat down. A smile crept to her face as she watched him move around the court. He wiped the sweat forming on his forehead with the back of his hand and licked his lips. Could this be considered sexual interaction? Because he wasn’t even touching her, hell he hadn’t even seen her, but she felt that familiar feeling between her legs. Nicki crossed her legs to try and pacify it a little. It wasn’t working.

Reaching for her bag, she searched for her notebook and her pen. Quickly writing the exact feelings she had at that moment and exactly what had caused it. If she couldn’t get rid of the damn feeling between her legs, she might as well use it for her advantage on the project.

“I didn't think I'd see you here” Nicki closed her notebook and looked up to meet Drake's eyes staring down at her.

“Didn't you invited me?” he sat next to her. She looked at his sweaty face and suppressed a small moan from coming out. He looked so sexy to her. “Are you done?”

“Yeah, lemme go change and I'll come get you so we can leave”

“Don't”

“Nicki, I already told you I was gonna take you an...” she cut him off.

“No, I mean, don't change”

Just like old times. He grinned.

“Let's go.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Can I use the bathroom?” he needed an excuse for her to invite him in.

“Sure” she opened the door and let him in “You know where it is”

Her phone started ringing and she went to her room to take the call as Drake found his way to the bathroom.

“Yes I understand Mr. Jonhson” Nicki paced back and forth on her room listening to the man on the other line “I know. I’ve just had a rough month. I promise to have the rent money by the end of the week” she hung up the phone and sat down on the bed staring at nothing in particular. How was she supposed to get $400 by the end of the week? She could feel her head starting to hurt. She had 3 projects she had to do for other people, including Drake’s. Still, the money she was going to get from those wasn’t enough and she already owed money to Lauren.

Drake stood at the door looking at her, he hadn’t heard her conversation, but just by looking at her he knew it wasn’t good news. Her eyes were fixed to the wall, lost in her thoughts, a frown on her face.

“You okay?” her eyes focused on him and she nodded.

“Yeah, just…stuff. Don’t worry about it” her eyes wondered down his body and she unconsciously smiled. He noticed.

“What are you smiling for?” He entered the room and stood right in front of her.

“Just… went back in time. I hadn’t seen you play basketball in a long time, you have improved a lot”

“Thanks…… it was nice seeing you there watching me”

“I always loved watching you play, there’s something sexy about the way you concentrate so hard on your game” she stood up and walked towards her dresser leaning back on it, her eyes finding their way back to Drake. “It has always been a turn on for me” Where was all this coming from? Maybe it was all the newly added stress and the need to concentrate on something different than her problems, but she didn’t feel like stopping now.

“Oh?” he just smirked at her and walked closer. Nicki looked up and down his body, his red and white basketball shorts and t-shirt looked good on him.

“Yes. Maybe it was my teenager hormones driving me crazy, but I always found the way you sweat sexy” she took a step forward, her eyes on his chest “and the way you smell, just you... No perfume needed.....Used to turn me on so much”

“And you didn’t tell me this back then?” she shook her head no “I could’ve done something about that” she just shrugged, her finger tracing a random pattern on his shirt.

“I learned to take care of it myself”

“Oh word?”

Nicki wrapped her hands around his neck and brought his head down. Her mouth close to his ear “Word” she placed a kiss on his neck.

“Nic..”

“Mmm?” she kept kissing his neck, her lips eventually grazing his weak spot. She nibbled his earlobe before going back to place small kisses on his jawline, her hands wrapped securely around his neck, keeping him in place.

She let go of him and pushed him towards the bed. Drake just stared at her confused as he sat down. This was definitely not the Nicki that was a mess a couple of days ago when he kissed her. And he would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued by her actions.

“You know….” She straddled him, her skirt riding up “I still haven’t asked you what your favorite position is” she pushed him down, so he was laying down looking up at her as she sat directly on top of his crotch “But then I remembered…” she lowered herself and kissed the corner of his mouth before whispering in his ear “You love this one” She slowly moved her hips in a circular motion against him.

“Fuck…” his hands automatically went to her thighs. She smirked before placing her hands on his chest and pushing herself back up, her hips never stopping her movement. He looked up at her, a mocking smile on her face as she moved back and forth.. Her covered center making direct contact with his shorts covered manhood.

It didn’t take long for her to feel him rising up under her. Feeling accomplished she got off of him, leaving him even more confused “Well that was easy” she gave him a sweet smile.

Oh hell no.

He sat up and looked down at his erection. Nicki laughed and got up, fixing her skirt in the process. As soon as she tried to walk away, Drake pulled her by the waist and laid her back in the bed, immediately finding his place between her legs, one on each side of his body. His hand moved down her leg, caressing it before hooking it on his arm and pushing down on her. She gasped at the feeling of his erection pressing against her.

“And I know you like this one Nicki” it was his turn to whisper on her ear “Don’t play with me Nic” his hand moved up her skirt “Cause you’re gonna lose” he thrusted his hips against her again causing her to let out a small moan.

Drake kissed down her clothed body, starting with her neck and stopping on her thighs. Nicki kept her eyes closed, allowing herself to just feel. He kissed the inside of her thighs, placing her legs over his shoulders. He could feel Nicki’s heavy breathing as his mouth left a trail of small kisses until he reached her center. He took in her scent a placed a small kiss over her panties. Nicki’s hands immediately reached down and pushed his head away.

“No, Drak…” he cut her off

“Shh” his hands went to the hem of her underwear and pulled it off, he removed her legs from his shoulder for a second as he completely took them off, leaving on her skirt. Repositioning himself between her legs, his mouth repeated the same actions. He felt her tense up as his lips made contact with her pussy. She smelled so good. He forced himself to take it slow; he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he was going to. Only small kisses were placed for the first couple of seconds, giving her time to adjust to what was going on. He licked the inside briefly. Once. Twice.

Nicki’s breath hitched, and she bit her lip to prevent any sound to come out of her mouth, her hands clutched at the bed sheets. His hands found their way to her center, massaging and caressing her. Drake pushed his tongue back in, this time with more force and as deep as he could. Nicki moaned loudly and backed up attempting to get away from his touch; his hands stopped the movement on her pussy and moved to hold her in place. His mouth taking all of her, tasting her. It was the sweetest thing Drake had ever tasted, she was like a little piece of heaven.

Nicki couldn’t think. What was happening? She could feel Drake’s mouth doing wonders on her, his tongue coming in and out of her hard and fast. Her eyes rolled back and she prepared herself for what was about to happen when she suddenly felt Drake lifting his head up from in between her legs. Her eyes shot open to see him staring at her, mocking smile on his face.

“The fuck you think you’re doing” her breath was labored.

“Payback” he tried to move but Nicki’s legs wrapped even tighter around her head, her hands pushed him back down to her center and he let out a chuckle “You want me to make you cum baby girl?” he blew on her swollen lips, getting a moan in response..

“Don’t try me Drake”

“Say it” his tongue fondled at her soft flesh.

“Dra..” She tried to move her hand to her center, but he pushed it away and placed a soft kiss on it instead. He wanted to finish this, he craved to taste all of her, but he was determined to make her say what she wanted. “Please”

“What do you want Nicki?” he could see and smell her wetness.

Her hands pushed his head down again with more force this time and moved her hips up to meet his mouth. His self-control reached his limit as he started eating her again, hearing her moan his name over and over again. He felt her body writhe as she reached her orgasm, her hips moving against him mouth as she rode it out and he drank all of her. He licked her clean before making his way back up her body, their fully clothed bodies making contact with one another. Drake could feel the heat coming from her and he took his time to observe her. Sweaty forehead and heavy breathing. His hand made his way up the side of her thighs inside her skirt and she wrapped her leg around his waist bringing him closer.

Something about what he had just done was different for him. This wasn't just any girl, this was Nicki. The girl he had loved with everything inside him. Having her this close to him, her body still trembling a bit from his previous actions made him wonder what the fuck had happened between them. Why wasn't she the only girl he held in his arms after pleasing her? It felt right.

His smile mirrored hers and he placed a small kiss on her lips, the first one in the entire evening. She let out a content sigh, her hands reaching up to play with his curls.

“Fuck, Drake. Where did you learn that?” his smile disappeared and she shook her head “Wait, no. Don’t tell me” She looked to the side avoiding his gaze. He used his free hand to turn her head back, his eyes traveling from her lips to her eyes and back again. And he kissed her; hard. His tongue gained entrance to her mouth, intertwining with hers almost immediately. She could taste herself on him and for a strange reason that turned her on. They broke apart to breathe and just stared at each other for what seemed to be an hour. Nicki kissed him softly, moving lazily against his mouth, her hips moving again against him.

They were so focused on their current task that neither heard the front door opening.

“Nicki, where are youuuu?” before they could react, Lauren stood at the bedroom door looking at both of them. Drake lying on top of Nicki with her legs wrapped around him, her underwear on the floor. “What the fuck?!”

Chapter 6

(AN: This chapter it's just... blah.  I hate it... and I STILL dislike this story.  Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! Please, comment :)...)

Laying on her bed, he attempted to come out of his trance.   He had almost forgotten how sweet her moans were, like music to his ears.  Every face expression she made was in his mind and refused to leave.  Forcing himself to stop replaying what had just happened he stood up and looked around her small room. There were books everywhere, but other than that it was neatly organized.   He ran his hand through a painting on her wall and smiled.  'How long has she had this?' He remembered seeing that same painting years ago on her wall, when she still lived with her parents.  

His eyes traveled to the photos she had on her wall: one of her mother and one with her two brothers.  He looked down to the picture on her nightstand. She had her high school graduation cap and gown on, her smile was huge and her eyes were looking straight at the camera.  He knew this picture.
"Come on Nika, smile" Drake pointed the camera at her.  She pushed it away.
"No Drake! I look like a mess"
"You look perfect, smile" he pointed the camera at her again and she smiled. Click.
He had taken it.  He grabbed the frame to get a closer view, smiling at the memory. As he put the frame back in its right place, something else caught his attention, a small box on top of the nightstand.  Opening it, he sat back down as he took out the picture that hid inside.

He stared at the two teenagers smiling for the camera.  He was hugging Nicki from the back, his chin resting on her shoulder and her hand resting on the side of his head, holding him close.  A million things ran through his mind as he slowly turned the picture.  There it was.  Written in his handwriting: ''Love You, Nika"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She stared at herself in the bathroom’s mirror while she untangled her hair. The stress she had before entering the shower had completely disappeared and as much as she wanted to think that it was because of the hot shower, she knew better. It had been him. The way his hands had touched her naked body, his lips on hers and everything he had made her feel. It had been a long time since she had experienced something like that and, honestly, she needed it. He was doing what she had asked for, helping her with the project. However, she couldn’t help to be upset at the power he had over her. He was good and he knew it. Wrapping the towel around her naked form, she walked out of the bathroom and made her way to her room. She stopped at the door and saw him sitting on her bed, looking at a picture. Oh fuck. 

“What are you doing?” her voice startled him and he looked up to see her standing right in front of him. He saw her looking down at the picture he still had in his hands. 

“I just went back in time” he kept his eyes fixed on the picture, until she took it from him, placed it back in the box, closed it and put it back where it was 

“I wasn’t done looking at it”

“You really shouldn’t be snooping around my room” she walked into her small closet and gathered her underwear and clothes. 

“You shouldn’t have taken that much time in the shower, I was bored” she didn’t even have to look at him to know he was smiling. She walked out and saw him lying on the bed.

“Well, I would’ve been out earlier if I hadn’t been … interrupted” she stepped into her underwear struggling to keep her towel on. She looked up and saw him staring at her with a smirk on his face “Take off your clothes Drake” he lifted an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes “It’s all wet, genius. Take it off and put it in the drying machine for a bit before we leave” Her eyes never left his as he stood up and took off both his shirt and his jeans. Now it was her time to stare at him as he walked to the door. 
“Nicki.. my eyes are up here” 

“I know…. but I’on wanna look at your eyes” he laughed.

Moving closer to her, his hands grabbed her towel and pulled it off of her body.

Nicki gasped and covered her breast with her arms.  His eyes traveled down.

"Neither do I" he winked at her and stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door.

~*~*~*~*~*

"Where do you wanna go eat?" He looked over at Nicki who was looking out the window before turning his gaze back to the road. "Nicki, I'm asking your something"

"Wherever you wanna go it's fine Drake" she answered without turning to look at him.  She didn't want to be here.

"It's pizza ok?" he looked at her again and she just shrugged.  Silence took over the space between them as he drove them to the nearest pizzeria.

"Are you ok?"

She didn't answer.  No, she wasn't.  She was embarrassed to say the least, how had she let things get so far?  Not only had he seen her naked, but he had touched her.  And not only did she let him do it, but she had allowed herself to enjoy his touch. 

"Is this whole thing going to be like this?" his voice broke her out of her trance and she turned to look at him.

"What?" 

"Are you gonna get mad at me every time I do something for this project?"  she huffed.

"No Drake, I'm gonna get mad every time you do something without consulting me"  she raised her voice a little and looked ahead "What were you thinking?"

"I was helping you relax... Babe" he kept his eyes on the road and smirked.

"Don't call me babe! And what makes you think that your actions helped me relax? They didn't!"  Lie.

"You looked relaxed to me"  his hand gripped the steering wheel "Your head against the wall and leg around my waist"

"Shut up Drake" he knew she was mad but he couldn't help to mess with her.

"Oh and lets not forget about your face and that sexy expression.  I could swear I heard you mo..." 

"Shut the fuck up" she said through gritted teeth.

"Why? You don't want to admit you enjoyed it? I even had to hold you after, make sure your legs didn't gave up on you" he said as he parked the car.

"Fuck you"

He turned off the engine and turned to look at her.

"When?" his hand went to her jean covered thigh "Now or later?"  He laughed when she pushed his hand away, got out of the car and slammed the door.  Drake saw her walk to the pizza place and locked the car before following her.  He entered the pizzeria and stopped at the counter to order a large extra cheese pizza and two Cokes.  Nicki was already sitting in a table at the back of the place, with a frown on her face.  He could feel her eyes burning a hole through his body as he walked to the table.

"Nicki, fix your face girl, I'm playing with you" he sat down "Pizza is gonna be ready in 15 minutes"

"You are so annoying Aubrey" he made a face at the name "What? You interrupted my shower, without my permission. Put your hands all over my NAKED body, without my permission. And took off my towel, without my permission... So I believe I have every right to call you whatever the fuck I want.... Aubrey"

"We are back to this?" he sighed "Nicki, you know that was part of the project.  Plus... it was fun" he smiled at her.

"Fun? How was that fun for you?  You didn't get anything out of it"  

"And? You did, that's enough.  Also, who told you I didn't get anything out of it?"

"Should I remind you that your waist was pressed against mine?" she felt herself blush "I could feel you through your pants"

"So what your saying is that because I didn't get a release I didn't get anything out of the situation?" she nodded "Nicki, I got to see the way your body reacted to me.  I heard you moan" his eyes met hers "I held you close while you came down of the sexual high that MY hands caused you.  I did get something out of it"

“You do that to every girl?” Please say no.

He honestly didn’t want to answer her.  “No” she gave him a disbelieving look “Well…. Not to every girl.  I mean, sometimes it’s necessary.  Gir...” he stopped talking when a young girl, who he assumed was the waiter, placed their food and drinks on the table “Thanks” the girl gave him a sweet smile and left. “Now, where were we?”

“You were telling me something about it being necessary” Nicki grabbed a slice of pizza and bit it.

“Oh yes.  Well sometimes it’s necessary to use different methods with girls.  Girls have an advantage over us guys”

“And that would be?”

Drake took a bite of his pizza and made a gesture with his finger as if to say ‘hold up’.  He drank some of his Coke, before putting it back in the table and looking at Nicki again.

“How many times can a girl cum?’’ Nicki choked and coughed. “You a’ight?” she nodded and he laughed “Let’s just talk about this some other time”

“No! Go ahead, I’m very interested in knowing this” he gave her a small smile and rose his eyebrow “I mean, it could be great insight… for the project”

“Right, well, as I was saying, girls can… reach their sexual high more than once.  It’s our job to make sure they get there as many times as it’s possible.  That’s why we use our hands and you know, other things”

Nicki was about to say something back when she noticed a girl walking towards their table with an angry expression plastered on her face.  It took her a couple of seconds to figure out who she was.  The girl that sat on his lap, every single day, at the university’s cafeteria. Drake noticed Nicki staring at something and followed her gaze, only to meet Kate's furious eyes looking down at him.

“Drake” her voice was surprisingly calm.

“Sup’ Kate”

“I’ve been calling you babe” she looked at Nicki, who was eating her slice of pizza in silence. 

“Oh” Drake searched his pockets for his phone but didn’t find it “My bad, I must have left it at Nicki’s apartment”

“What were you doing at her apartment? I thought you had some ‘homework’ to do” she said making air quotes. 

“She is the one helping me with them” his voice sounded annoyed “I’m kinda busy here, I’ll call you later”

“But…”

“Later, Kate” the look on his eyes let her know she shouldn’t keep pushing the topic. She gave him and Nicki a dirty look and left.  Nicki watched her as she got out of the pizzeria and into a car, the same mad expression on her face.

“I think you are in some trouble playboy” she looked at Drake momentarily and sipped on her drink.  "How did she even know we were here?." He just shrugged.

“The girl that brought us the food is her friend, she probably called her... She is not usually like that, she has been a little… stressed lately. She says I have been distant, which is true.  I mean, thanks to someone who doesn’t let me be close to her" he gave her a look and she laughed.

“So she is stressed because you haven’t been having sex with her?” he nodded “Aw tell her I'm sorry....and you better keep it that way” The thought of him helping that girl ‘relax’ was eating her on the inside, but as always, she wasn’t going to let him know that. 

"Are you done eating? I have a lot of work I have to finish”

“Yeah, let's go" 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"How's your mom?" He didn't take off his eyes off the road.

"She is okay, thanks for asking" she stopped for a minute debating if she should keep talking "she actually asked about you the last time I went to visit"

"Forreal? What did you tell her" he stopped at a traffic light.

"That you were..... Fine"

He missed her family.  Mama Carol was the sweetest woman he had ever met, besides his mom.  When him and Nicki started dating, she was always supportive of their relationship.  Her food was amazing too.  Jelani and Micaiah were like his brothers, always teaming up with him to make fun of Nicki.  A smile appeared on his face and he soon realized that it had been way to long since he had talked to them.

"I saw the picture of Micaiah that you have on your wall.  He looks all grown up" Nicki made a face.

"Ugh, he is! Last time I was there he told me he had a girlfriend.  A fucking girlfriend!" She scoffed loudly and he couldn't help to laugh, same old Nicki.

"Well Nicki, he is growing up.  You can't expect him to be your little lambchop for ever" 

She looked at him briefly and a smile appeared on her face at the fact that he remembered how she called her little brother.

"I know, but he doesn't even let me call him that anymore" he looked at her for a brief second and saw her pouting. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Yes"

"Why are you doing this?" She knew what he was talking about. "You swore you would never talk to me again, and now not only are you talking to me, but you asked me to be part of this project.  Must be important"

"First of all, I never swore I would never talk to you.  Stop the dramatics. And yes, it is important.  I could get a scholarship to finish my studies if I nail this project"

"I get you... I mean, if I lose my basketball scholarship, I'm not gonna be able to keep on studying" she gave him a small smile even though his eyes were looking straight ahead.

"Don't worry.  You'll pass those classes, I'll make sure of it". It was silent for a minute until she spoke again "I really need this scholarship" she looked down at her hands that were resting on her lap.   "Right now, I'm struggling so much just to survive" he could hear the struggle in her voice and mentally kicked himself for not being there for her.  He had screwed up they relationship.  He had promised he as always gonna be there, and he broke that promise way too soon.  One of his hands left the steering wheel and reached for hers.  Perfect fit.

"And you are gonna get it, I'll make sure you kick ass with this project... I promise" and this time, he was gonna make sure to keep that promise.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

''You should really stop staring at my ass Drake""  Nicki said as she walked in front of him.  She took out the key of her apartment and opened the door.  Drake stepped in after her.

"Girl, I've been staring at your ass since it started developing in middle school'' she chuckled.  It was true.  

"Boy, get your phone and get out of here, I have work to do"  

Drake found his phone on the couch and walked towards the door, Nicki followed him and stopped at the door. Turning around, his hand cupped her face, a smile on his face, mirroring hers. 

"Don't stress yourself so much"  she rolled her eyes.

"Drake, stop acting like my caring boyfriend and just leave" His eyes found hers, his smile never leaving his face as he leaned in and pecked her lips.  One.  Two.

"Who says I'm acting.... Nika"

Chapter 5

The knock on her door made her lose her concentration on what she was working on, looking at the time on her laptop. 11:47 am.  She clumsily stood up from the living room floor and made her way to the door.  She opened it just enough to see who was on the other side.  Drake pushed the door open and got in without even waiting for her to tell him.  She closed the door and as soon as she turned she felt his lips on hers.

”What the fuck?!” she pushed him away and he laughed.

"What? I can’t kiss you now?” he smirked

”No, you can’t.  And what the fuck are you doing here this early?! I think we agreed on meeting at 6 pm?” he ignored her question and looked around her apartment.  There were books all over the living room floor, an empty cup  of coffee next to the laptop and her notebook and pen next to it. He turned and saw her glaring at him.  Big glasses on her eyes, no make up and hair up in a very messy bun.  She was still wearing her hello kitty pajama and  he couldn’t help to smile, she looked cute.

"Drake, my eyes are up here” her voice broke him out of his trance ”I asked you a question”

”Oh yeah, um, well basketball practice was suspended so I thought we could meet earlier and work on some stuff.  Also…” his hand went to his back pocket and took out something  ”this came yesterday" he handed her a paper.

Test results.  She unfolded the paper and read it.  He saw her furrow her eyebrows slightly and bite the corner of her mouth which made her dimples show a little.  He had always loved her dimples, they were so deep.

"Good.  Everything seems to be ok.  Drake, I’m sorry but I would really appreciate if you come back later.  I’m kinda busy working on something" she pointed at the books.

"I can see that.  What are you doing?” he sat down on the couch and she rolled her eyes before sitting on her usual spot in front of her laptop in the floor. He wasn’t planning on leaving.

"One of your extra projects.  This professor really hates you, he gave you one of the hardest projects of the course"  she resumed her reading and started typing on her laptop.  10 minutes passed before he spoke.

"You should take a break from that and pay attention to your visitor"

”Do you wanna pass this class?” she didn’t even look at him “Then let me work"

"Come on Nicki"

"I thought I told not to call me that”

”You said you didn’t want me to call you Nicki while we were having sex and stuff, we are not having sex right now, although it wouldn’t be a bad idea" he chuckled when she threw him her notebook.

"Nicki, come on" she ignored him and kept her eyes fixed on the book she was reading “Nicki….Niiiiicki..Onika!"

She kept reading, putting the pen behind her ear and readjusting her glasses.  She hadn’t changed.  Ever since they were in high school she had always been able to concentrate on her tasks, blocking out the rest of the world, even him.  He chuckled at the memory and decided to figure out exactly how much she still was the same girl from back then.  Sliding from the couch he sat right behind her, bringing his face closer to her neck, letting his lips rest on it.  He felt her shiver and smiled.  Same weak spot.

"Drake… stop" she tried to push his head away.

"Let’s work on your project, it’s way more interesting than mine anyways" his lips were still close to her neck and he placed another kiss on it, she shivered again before closing the book and standing up.

"You want me to take a break? Fine.  Let’s work on this questions I have to ask you for my project then” he groaned

"No…not the questions again!" he stood up and sat down back on the couch, she followed  "Can I ask you questions too?" she just looked at him “I mean I need to do research so I can give you my side of things"

"Fine… my turn.  First question…” she took a minute to think “Size"

“Of what?”

“Your…”

"My what?" he smirked at her

"Your… you know… that” she motioned towards his lap.

"Ohh that! Oh I don’t know, I don’t really measure it. But…." he stood up and started to unbuckle his belt.

"What are you doing?” she asked almost in a whisper with wide eyes.

"Why don’t you see for yourself?"  he pulled his pants down letting them fall to the ground.  He saw her look straight at his boxer covered manhood and smirked.  His eyes never left her face while he slowly pulled his boxers down.  Her eyes went wider, if that was possible, and she turned all shades of pink causing him to chuckle. She started to write something on her notebook and he noticed her hands shaking a little.  "Don’t you need a measurement tape or something?”

"No" she cleared her throat “Pull your pants up Drake” her eyes were glued to her notebook.  She heard him zip his pants and buckle his belt.

”A’ight, my turn.  Bra size?"  she glared at him

"None of your fucking business"

"Big, ok got it"  he smiled at her.

She kept asking him generic questions, answering some of his every once in a while when she considered them necessary and objective.  She would lie if she said she wasn’t having fun.  He always had the ability of making her smile for the stupidest things.

"Can you get me something to drink?”

"Get it yourself playboy, you ain’t got no slave”  she started picking up the books from the floor and placing them on the small book shelf.   He stared at her for a while before walking to the kitchen and finding something to drink.

She finished putting the books away, saved the document she still had opened on her laptop and searched her backpack for her binder.   She had so many things to do.  Between hers, some other guy she was helping pass and Drake’s work, she had enough to keep her busy a couple of days.

"What are you doing?" she turned around when she heard his voice

"Thinking about all this work I have to do" she untied her hair and ran her fingers through it to untangle it “It’s too damn much"

"You look stressed" he came closer and ran his own fingers through her hair

"I am" she said sincerely

"Then stop working for today, let’s go out to eat something"

"Drake I…" he cut her off.

"It’s not a date Nicki, let’s just say it’s part of….. your project"

"I haven’t showered yet"

"Then go shower then, I’ll wait for you right here"

"I have to wash my hair, it’s gonna take a while"

"Stop trying to find an excuse Nicki, I’ll wait for you"  she groaned and walked towards her room,  grabbing her towel before entering the bathroom and closing the door.


The shower was relaxing.  The water was at the right temperature, allowing her to free her mind for a little while. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo, poured some on her hand and began to wash her hair, closing her eyes to prevent getting shampoo in them. She started to hum a random song, moving her hips slightly to her mental beat. She stopped when she felt hands on her bare waist and turned around violently, losing her balance in the process. The hands held her tight by her waist, keeping her in place and preventing her from falling.  She tensed up, the familiar touch made her relax for a little bit, until it dawned on her exactly whose hands where holding her. Drake.

”The fuck?!?" her eyes were still closed “Drake what are you doing here?! Get the fuck out!" she managed to open her eyes.

He was still holding her, both hands on each side of her naked body, eyes traveling up and down her body.  He turned her around, her back connecting with his fully clothed chest. His lips found her weak spot on her neck, making her whimper.  She bit her bottom lip to prevent any other sound to escape her mouth.  She could feel him behind her, he still had his jeans and shirt on, which were probably getting wet.

"Drake…" it came out more like a whisper.

"Shh.." his lips close to her ear “Let me help you relax" His left hand moved to her breast, caressing it softly making her close her eyes and whimper again.

Why was she letting him do this?  Her mind was urging her to stop him, to push him away.   But it felt so good, so right.  His lips kept kissing her neck while his hand kept playing with her breast.  She tilted her head back, letting it rest on his shoulder but before she could get used to this position he turned her around. Her eyes looking straight at his.  He backed her up to the wall and used one  hand to lift her leg up, placing it around his waist.  His other hand pressed against the wall.  She looked down and saw her naked lower half connected to his fully clothed one.  Her eyes found his again and he moved his face closer to hers, lips meeting in a slow kiss.  She moved her hips lightly against his, making him groan against her lips.

Deepening the kiss, he felt Nicki’s hands on his back, under his shirt. Her nails sometimes digging a bit into his skin. His hips pressed against hers again. He broke the kiss and latched onto her neck, his teeth tugging on her soft skin every so often. His right hand fell from the wall and made contact with her left thigh. Dragging his fingers up her inner thigh, he felt Nicki’s muscles tense and he let go of her neck to look at her.

This was the first time he saw nervousness in her eyes. He knew she was unsure if she should go on with this. But her kiss told him different. Her kiss told him she wanted him. Or just wanted something, needed something at that moment.

His hand kept inching upward until he reached his destined spot.  Nicki broke the kiss to bite down on her bottom lip, letting her head fall backward until it hit the shower wall. She whimpered softly, his hand still working against her.

His lips attacked her neck with hungry kisses, a few times managing to sink his teeth into her skin, making her whimper again. She held onto him tighter, her knees becoming weaker the longer he continued his torture. She used the leg around him to  pull him by his hips so he’d move in closer to her. He immediately gripped her thigh, holding her leg close to him as he quickened the pace of his hand.

Nicki let the back of her head hit the wall again, her hand tangling in Drake’s hair and pulling roughly on it as her hips bucked toward him. “Drake,” she moaned softly, her breathing beginning to get heavier. He let go of her leg to slip his hand behind her head and pull it from the wall, crashing his lips against hers in a fiery kiss, his other hand never slowing down.

Nicki felt that feeling of pleasure rising up in her body and she dug her nails into his shoulders, causing him to stiffen a little. Within the matter of a few moments, Nicki broke the kiss, taking a deep breath of air, but instead of exhaled she moaned in pleasure as Drake brought her to the edge, making her tumble over into pure bliss. His hand stopped moving and rested on her waist, keeping her in place.

"Dra…" he cut her off.

"Shh….just write about it"

Chapter 4

”You should leave”  she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to him and looking straight ahead, trying hard to process what happened.

"Nah, right now I’m in the mood to answer any question you have to ask me" she didn’t say anything and he sat up “Onika come on, don’t act like we did something wrong.  We made out. It’s not the end of the world."

She got up from the bed and turned to look at him.  She wasn’t happy.  It wasn’t even the fact that he had kissed her. The problem was the way her body reacted to him.  She didn’t even put up a fight to avoid his lips.  Those damn lips.  The feeling had been amazing, his lips seemed to remember hers so well, and his hands had touched the right places.  He still had the power of getting her right where he wanted and the feeling between her legs was a reminder of that.  But she wasn’t about to let him know that.

"Drake, this is my project.  I decide when, where and how you kiss me.  You can’t just do whatever the fuck you want.  With that kiss you just jumped at least 3 stages of the kissing process"

He stood up and towered over her, his eyes looking straight at hers and a smirk on his face.

"And you didn’t like it?"

Her eyes traveled to his lips and back to his eyes.

"I’m being serious Drake"

"Me too Onika" he took a step back “But you know what? Alright, let’s do this your way"

He sat in the bed.

"Tell me, what is your plan?"

"For the project?" He nodded.  She hesitated a bit. “Well, I was thinking about planning different situations where we would get involved in some kind of interaction.  I’ll study the factors that get us in that situation and the feelings, both physical and emotional, that they cause"

"That they cause on who?"

"On me, obviously" he furrowed his eyebrows

”But you are a girl…”

"I’m aware of that Drake”

”What about me?” he saw her confused face ”I mean… what about my side of things… what those situations make the boy feel?  Think about it, you could have both sides of the story.  I believe that will make one hell of a project"

She sat in the bed next to him and thought about what he was saying.  It made sense and yes, her project would be more complete and interesting if she was able to get both sides.

"I’m a girl Drake.  How am I going to get the ‘boy’s side of the feelings’?” they were sitting next to each other, she turned her face to look at him and he did the same.  She was perfect to him, the way her eyebrows were slightly furrowed was adorable.

"I’m a boy" he smiled  and she rolled her eyes “I’ll give you my side of the feelings"

"Are you serious?”

"Death ass” he looked at her lips and lowered his head until his lips almost touched hers.  She closed her eyes ”Right now I can tell you that our little make out session still has me all happy, in every right place”  he could feel her breath on his lips, the way her eyes were closed as if she was trying to block out his presence had him mesmerized.  His hand found its way to her thigh ”How bout you? What are you feeling right now?"

She placed one hand on top of the one he had on her thigh and the other one on the back of his head as she brought him closer, their lips touching.  She moved her lips slowly against his, this kiss was so different to the one they had shared earlier, it was soft and gentle.  His lips moved at her speed, slow, taking in her taste and the softness of her lips.  She was in control of this one and when her tongue gained entrance to his mouth he just let her roam without fighting for dominance like he always did.  Something about the way she was kissing him was intriguing to him.  He felt her stop and they both opened their eyes .  She lowered her head, pushed his hand away from her thigh and stood up.

"Write about that.  Your side of the feelings" her eyes never left the floor as she spoke.

"K" He stood up and walked to the bedroom door “Oh..  and Nicki"  she looked at him “You might wanna change your panties" he smirked and walked out before she had a chance to react.

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”I can’t even…”

”Lauren don’t be so dramatic” she laughed and rolled her eyes at her best friend.

"Don’t be so dramatic? Nicki you made out with your fucking ex! And the way you are telling this story already has me wet and all girl"  Nicki blushed and threw her pillow at her.

"It was just a kiss Lauren"

"I know! Imagine when you guys start doing all this things” she noticed Nicki’s troubled expression and sighed “Nicki, just stop second guessing this, you are already in it, no way out now.  Just…. enjoy the ride…. literally"  Nicki gave her a look.

"When are you guys meeting again?”

”We are waiting for his results to come. For now all I can do is ask him questions, well at least try cause we never actually get to the questions"

”Well, you have his number.  Do the questions thing through text messages.  It’s easier"

Yes. Some of these questions were going to be a lot easier to ask if she didn’t have him close.  Looking at her with those damn eyes and licking those damn lips.  She stood from her bed and searched her room for her phone. She found it plugged in to her charger and she took it off before sitting next to Lauren.  She easily found his name.

‘I really need to ask u this qstions, I’ll do it thru txt. aigth?’ Send.

"What if he is busy Lauren, I’on want him to think I’m getting in his life"

"Girl please, get in his life? Homeboy is gonna get in your pants soon, he better stop whatever he is doing" Nicki laughed a little and felt her phone vibrate.

‘A’ight, shoot’

‘How many sexual partners?’ 

Having Lauren right next to her gave her some comfort.  She looked at her and both waited in silence until he answered.  Lauren knew how hard it probably was for Nicki to ask him this kind of things.

‘I’on know the exact number.  Lots of drunk sex‘  Her heart dropped a little.  Lauren read the text and made a face.

"I guess it’s a good thing you got him tested"

"Guess so"

‘Something that turns you on’

”Slow kissing ;)’

‘Something that turns you off’

‘Hairy… anything’

"Take notes Nicki" they both laughed.

"Lauren, shut up" She stayed quiet staring at her phone, biting her bottom lip “I’on know if I should ask him the rest now"

"Which are?"

"Physical things, you know…" she blushed and laughed nervously “Sensitive spots, favorite positions, size…"

"Size?" Lauren lifted up her eyebrow “Nah, you need to supervise that, make sure he’s telling you the truth" True.

‘That’s it for now…keep ur phone close just in case’

‘k, see ya later’  She put her phone away and laid down on her bed, Lauren followed.

"Do you think I can do this?"

"No, but I know you ain’t gonna stop now.  I’ll be here if something goes wrong”

She closed her eyes and gave a small nod.  No turning back now.