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”

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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"

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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.

Chaper 3

"I’m gonna need you to ask your professors for extra projects. I’ve been looking at your grades and we are going to need these extra things in order for you to pass"

"A’ight"

"How did your grades get so low?" Her tone was not an accusatory one, it was just curious. She had known Drake for a long time and he had always managed to keep decent grades, even with all the basketball shit he had going on.

"Well, Onika, this is not high school. Classes are harder and honestly it’s really hard to find time to study and do projects"

"Maybe if you didn’t party and slept around as much as you do you would be able to find time" she showed an innocent smile

"Well….if I didn’t sleep around, how would I be able to help you with your project?" he smiled sweetly and watched her face expression turn serious

"I guess we can start with a couple of questions I have to ask you, we can’t do anything else until we get your test results" they had gone to the clinic a couple of days ago so Drake could get tested. The situation had been awkward to say the least.

"And you invited me over to your apartment to ask me questions?" she had called in the morning requesting him to be at her apartment at 6:30pm to ‘discuss important stuff’ “We could’ve done this in the library or something"

"Really? You wanted me to ask you how long is your…" she stopped and motioned at his private area “in a public place?"

"There are many things that are more interesting when done in a public place, Onika"

"Like what?" she grabbed a notebook and a pen from her bag and sat next to him on the only couch she had in her small living room.

"I can’t tell you, but if you are lucky, I’ll show you one day" he saw her write something down on her notebook.

"So you like to have sex in public places"

"I didn’t say anything about sex, Onika. Dirty mind of yours" he let out a small chuckle and she glared at him.

"Anyways, on with the questions. First sexual experience? How old were you? Good or bad?" she kept her gaze on her notebook, waiting for him to answer a question to which she already had the answer.

"I was 18. It was… unforgettable. We were both inexperienced. It was all new for both and it was amazing. I felt bad when she cried cause of the pain, but after that it was heaven. Our bodies intertwined perfectly. Honestly, it didn’t last as long as I would’ve liked… it was my first time after all"

She wrote his answer down still not looking at him. She could feel his eyes on her.

"Love or lust?"

"The first time? Love, I really di…" he was interrupted by her

"No, I mean, which one you prefer… love or lust?"

”Oh… lust"

"Why?" her eyes met his for a brief second before looking back down.

"It’s easier that way… I have someone who will be there when I need it"

"When you need what?"

"Company, attention, sex"

"And how many times a week do you need this …. company?"

"I’on know… 4, 5… depends on the stress I have" he saw her eyes go wide.

“Oh my… how are you going to survive this months? It’s gonna be like going through withdrawal" she let out a mocking smile that quickly disappeared when he spoke.

"Nah, I’ll have you to cover those needs"

"Excuse me?" her offended tone was very clear to him.

"Well this project is about sex right? That means that we are going to have sex Ni…Onika"

"No, it means that I’ll ask you questions, we might kiss and…. touch each other" she lowered her voice when she said the last part “I still haven’t decide if we are gonna actually do it"

"You told me we were"

"Look, Drake, I don’t know. I think that I’ll be able to put the project together without the actual sex happening"

"Why?"

"Cause I don’t want to have sex with you!" her voice was soft, but the words and the way she said it held so much emotion and meaning. He didn’t know why but it hurt, hearing her admit that she didn’t want to have sex with him hurt.

"Then why did you asked me?" he was becoming frustrated.

”Drake let’s just keep going with the questions"

He stood up and she followed.

"Look, I’m not really in the mood for that anymore. Call me tomorrow and we’ll meet somewhere else"

She would have been mad at him, but honestly she wasn’t in the mood either. A lot of things where going through her mind and she needed to sort them out.

"Sounds good but before you leave…" She looked for her binder in her bag, took out some pages and gave them to him. “Here, read those, try to familiarize with the topic. There’s a script at the end"

He read the title she had wrote at the top of the page ‘Part 1: The process of kissing’

"Are you serious?" she rolled her eyes at him

"Yes, now you may leave" she pointed to the door and didn’t even wait for him to leave before going to her room. She heard the door open and then close. Letting out a sigh she fell on top of her bed and looked at the ceiling. This wasn’t going how she thought it would. She wanted to be strong, she thought she could do this. It was just a project. But it wasn’t just any boy. It was Drake. The moment when he started talking about his first time was almost unbearable for her, every memory came back. Kisses, touches, words, tears… everything. She sat up, letting her legs fall of the corner of the bed. She turned her head around quickly when she felt the bed shift and saw him kneeling in the middle of the bed with a smirk plastered on his face.

"The fuck are you doing here Drake?" she stood up attempting to walk around the bed and out of the room but his firm grasp on her wrist stopped her in her tracks. He came closer to her, still kneeling on her bed, and grabbed her by the waist.

"You don’t plan kisses, Onika. You don’t do a script for them to happen…. they just happen" in one swift movement she was laying back down on her bed. Drake’s hands on her hip. He pulled her closer and let their lips crash together. Nicki tangled her fingers into his curls, tugging slightly before she moved into him, making him roll slightly on his back. “I thought you didn’t want me"

She smirked before reconnecting the kiss. Drake smiled against her kiss. His hands ran under her shirt slightly and she broke the kiss long enough to straddle his hips. Bending back down, she brushed her lips against his but left her taste lingering before she began to make a trail to his neck. Tugging on his skin, she must have triggered something inside of him because he grabbed hold of her hair and found her lips again with ease.

His tongue separated her lips and before she could protest in any way he was searching the inside of her mouth rapidly. Drake sat up, pushing her up with him. Their hands were tangled in each other’s hair, she was still straddling him, and her tongue was now moving against his, taking in his taste.

They pulled away for air and Nicki looked into Drake’s eyes, “I hate you, so much.”

"What makes you think I don’t hate you too?

Drake bent his head to kiss her neck and growled as he rolled them back onto bed.

Chapter 2

Seeing him hang out with his new friends was the reminder of how different they were now.  Aubrey was part of the university’s basketball team.  That had been his dream since he was a little boy and she was happy when he actually got a scholarship.  However, they both drifted apart once they made it to college. He was not the guy she used to know.


She saw a girl with long blonde hair sit on his lap and whisper something in his ear.  Of course. He smiled at the girl before placing a kiss on her neck.  Nicki rolled her eyes and kept walking towards him and his group of friends.  They all saw her and stopped laughing and talking.  She was a beautiful girl, a nerd yes, but beautiful.  She wouldn’t give any of them the time of the day though.

"Aubrey, I would like to have a word with you" she looked straight into his eyes, ignoring the girl that was still sitting on his lap.

"Um… Right now? Cause I’m kinda busy, you know" he said looking at his friends.

"Yes. Now." She didn’t wait for his response and started walking away. “Drake, now" she said again without even looking back at him.

She heard him say something to his friends and walk behind her.  She kept walking until she reached one of the classrooms, opened the door and waited for him to go in.  When he did, she followed him inside and locked the door.

"What do you want Onika, I really need to head back out there, practice starts in 15 minutes" his tone let her know he was annoyed.

"Oh?" She huffed “You are the one that asked for my help, Aubrey"

"And you are the one that said no, not in a million years" he said mocking her voice.

He was failing 2 classes, badly.  His basketball coach had told him that he needed to improve his grades if he wanted to maintain his scholarship. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to do it by himself so he had asked Nicki to help him raise his grades.  Of course she had said no, but things were different now…. She needed him for her project.

"I know what I said Aubrey" she leaned against a table and silence took over the space.

"Nicki, I have to leave, I al…" He was cut off by her.

"I’ll do it, I’ll help you pass the classes"

"Yo, are you serious?"

She just looked at him without answering  the question she thought was stupid.

"There are some conditions."

"I’ll pay you whatever you want Nicki, just help me pass the classes"

"I don’t want money Aubrey" the questioning look on his face let her know she needed to explain more.  "In exchange of me helping  you with your grades, you’ll help me with a project I have"

"Me?" He laughed “I am failing 2 classes and you want me to help you? Are you crazy girl?"

She took a breath and turned away from him.

"Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do great in this"

He was confused and the fact that she wasn’t looking at him made the situation that much more confusing.  He was always able to read her eyes, those eyes.

"Ok? Explain, what is the project about"

She stayed quiet. Was she really about to tell him this? Just do it Onika.

"You know what? I’m not even going to sugarcoat it.  It’s about sexual interactions, you know, sex and all those things sex-related" she still had her back turned to him “So basically, I need you to tell me about your experiences, answer some questions and….."

"And?"

When she didn’t answer, he grabbed her by the arm and made her turn to face him. Their eyes locked for a minute before she looked away.

"And what Onika?"

"I need you to have sex with me" as soon as the words left her mouth it was like the time had stopped.  His heart skipped a beat. Did he hear her right?

"What?!"

"You heard me Drake"

"You must be kidding me.  What kind of project requires you to ask someone to have sex with you Onika! And why the fuck are you going through with it?!" He knew he had no right to react that way, she wasn’t his anymore. But he couldn’t help being protective over her, even if they had drifted apart she was still part of his past and caring about her came natural to him.

"That’s not your problem.  Just say yes or no" she saw the doubt on his face

He couldn’t believe what she was saying.  Who was this? The Onika he knew some time ago would never do something like this but then again they weren’t the same.

"What if I say no?"

"If you say no, I’ll ask somebody else to do it, perhaps one of your teammates would help me, any recommendations? " of course she wouldn’t do it, but he didn’t know that.  His face expression changed from worried to mad.

Hell to the fucking no, he wasn’t letting that shit happen. Was she fucking crazy?!

"Deal, I’ll do it."

She was relieved to hear him say that.

"Ok, well there are some basic rules and procedures we need to go through"

"Which are?"

"Didn’t you have practice?"

"Forget about the practice Nicki! Tell me the fucking rules" he was beyond annoyed by this situation and how calm she seemed to be.

"First, you don’t call me Nicki while we are…. You know" she saw the look on his face, and ignored it “Second, you gonna get tested"

"I don’t have anything" she could tell he was offended, she could still read his face expressions and the tone of his voice.

"I don’t know that for sure and you have a looooong list of sexual partners so I’m not about to trust you with my health.  Also, I’m going with you to get the test done" he was about to argue with her but decided against it, she had a point.

"Fine, is that all?"

"You can’t sleep with anyone else while we are working on the project"

"Excuse me? Onika… I can’t… I have a… Friend"

"And?"

"Ok explain to me how am I going to tell my…friend.. with whom I’m having sex… That I can’t have sex with her for…how long?

"3 months"

"3 months?!?!"

"That’s not my problem Aubrey, figure it out"

"I have a request" he said getting serious and she raised an eyebrow.

"Which is?"

"If I can’t call you Nicki, you don’t call me Aubrey"

They looked straight into each other’s eyes as they took in what they had just agreed to.

"Done"

Chapter 1

Sexual Interaction. She looked at the title over and over again. Sexual Fucking Interaction. How was she supposed to do this project? What kind of project was this anyway?

When her Psychology Professor mentioned there was gonna be a special project that could help her get a scholarship, Nicki was beyond happy. Of course, the project had to be the best. There were at least four students in the university that were going to compete for that scholarship. She had been paying for her own studies with the money she made doing projects and assignments for her classmates. Them being lazy and busy partying was an advantage for her. They usually would come to her when they where already failing a class and she would help them pass it, for the right amount of cash. However, after two years of doing this, she was already tired. She needed that scholarship.

Sexual Interaction. Yes. She knew what it meant, prettier words but same meaning. Sex and all that actions leading to sex. The topic of the project was definitely not what she was expecting. It was out of her comfort zone and she was starting to regret agreeing to do this project. ‘The student must be objective, precise and clear’. How was she supposed to be objective, precise and clear if she wasn’t the one actually having the sex? ‘Due May 17, 2013’ She looked at the date on her phone. February 4. She had 3 months to do this.

And she had no idea how to start.

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“What if you watch porn?”

“Lauren I am not going to sit in front of my laptop and watch porn all day to do this project”

“Why not Nic? I mean, its about sex right?”

“It’s disgusting Lauren! And it’s probably what everyone else is going to do. Plus, most of those movies are scripted, the project is supposed to be a real look at sexual interactions”

“Then hire someone to be your ‘assistant’ and have sex with you” Lauren joked.

Nicki had thought of that idea quite a lot. It was crazy, but it was the only way she felt she was going to be able to do this project and do a good job at it.

“Help me find someone” her voice remained calm even though she felt nervous just thinking what she was about to do.

“Excuse me? Nicki I was JOKING. You can’t possibly be considering having sex with a complete stranger just for this project” the shock and disapproval was evident in Lauren’s voice. “Plus, you said you weren’t going to have sex with another man after your ex-boyfriend”

“You are right Lauren…. I can’t have sex with a complete stranger. I mean what was I thinking? He was my first…” Nicki was lost in her thoughts, her mind running a thousand miles per hour.. “I won’t have sex with another man for this project”

Lauren looked relieved for a second, until Nicki spoke again.

“I’ll ask him to do it. I’ll ask Aubrey to have sex with me.”