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"
Thursday, July 4, 2013
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.
"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.
"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"
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.
* * *
“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.”
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.
* * *
“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.”
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