Jerrell and Skye

Jerrell felt like a complete idiot waiting for the bus with his best friends, Skye and Cid. Skye and Cid were lesbians, which Jerrell had no problem with, but the only real problem was that he had fallen for Skye. It was when Cid cheated on Skye and Jerrell was Skye's shoulder to cry on. They almost kissed once, but Jerrell put a stop to it because of Skye being so vulnerable at the time.

"I should have kissed her that night," Jerrell said angryly to himself.
 
If he had kissed her maybe things would be different now. Maybe it could've been him and Skye kissing instead of watching the one he loved make out with another girl. Seeing them kiss brought Jerrell's anger and jealousy to the surface even though he tried his best to mask it.

Skye, with her back to Cid felt her girlfriend's arms wrapped around her waist. She felt Cid's lips kiss her neck, but her mind was somewhere else. Her brown eyes locked on Jerrell listening to his Mp3 player, most likely he was listening to Michael Jackson. She smiled inwardly at her friend, but couldn't help but see he was troubled by something. Jerrell use to be so outgoing when the trio was together, but ever since she and Cid patched things up he'd become so quiet, so shy. Especially when the three were together. Suddenly she felt a finger poke her in the side. Looking up she saw Cid's perplexed facial expression.

"What's up?" Cid asked hugging her waist tight.

"Nothing," Skye lied. "Everthing's cool."

Ever since Cid cheated on her Skye couldn't look at her the same way. Being honest with herself, Skye knew her heart was treading away from Cid. Where it was headed on the hand, she had no clue. She thought back to the night she spent with Jerrell that she tried to forget, but couldn't. He was so gentle with her. He wiped away her tears and told her everything was going to be all right. When he wrapped her in his arms she felt so secure. Then as they were about to kiss Skye felt herself wanting the feel of his lips on hers, but Jerrell stopped it.

"Why?" she thought.

Sometimes she wished her friend could being so caring, but then he wouldn't be Jerrell.

The bus stopped before them with a screeching hault.

"This is my bus," Jerrell annouced before he gave Cid a side hug and gave Skye a loving gaze.

"Goodbye,"he told her sweetly.

If he was brave he would've kissed her on the cheek. He got on the bus just as the familar intro of Michael Jackson's, You Are Not Alone began in his ears.

When Jerrell got home he bolted to his room, to his journal. Opening it, he wrote: 
"I should tell her, but I can't. She's with Cid and I have to live with it. I love her so much, but if I love her...I'm gonna have to let her go. Tomorrow's gonna be hard."

"Did you tell her?" Jerrell's brother John suddenly asked, which Jerrell gave no reply to as he closed his journal shut.

"Jerrell, you need to tell her."
 
"I can't! She's with Cid. It wouldn't be right to interfere with their relationship."
 
"But you tried to kiss her,' John reminded him.

"I told you, that was a mistake."

"Mistake? You love her."

"Come on, John. I'm not even on her mind now."

Skye lay in her bed unable sleep. She was sexually hungry and was alone with herself. She closed her eyes and visualized herself and Cid making love. Her fingers rubbed her sensitive spot causing a warmth to rise within her. She touched herself all over leading back to her love core, but her mind shifted toward a new scene, herself...and Jerrell. He touched her right, he kissed her in all the right places, he licked her spot gingerly. The scene made Skye climax twice. She bit her lip at what her mind produced, holding herself.
 
"Where did that come from?" she asked herself before falling asleep with a satistfied smile.

Skye woke in confusion the next morning. She didn't know what do. Last night enticed her, but it scared her as well and she had to face Jerrell at school in a couple of hours.

"This ins't gonna be an easy day," Skye said to herself.

Both Jerrell and Skye had much to say one to another, but strangely enough neither saw each other until the end of the school day. Jerrell met Skye outside of her last period class. Skye pressed her books up against her chest in a modest school girl fashion. Jerrell found it very cute.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Hin" Skye replied. Skye paused a moment. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," Jerrell said preparing to tell her his true feelings. Jerrell tried to speak, but Skye put a finger over his lips.

"Not here," she told him. "Can we chill today?"
 
Jerrell smiled wide. "Yeah"

After a long bus ride, they stood in front of Skye's house.

"Wait here a minute," Skye said before leaving Jerrell standing there. Moments later she returned smiling sweetly.

"My mom's not home."

Skye lead Jerrell to her room, where they sat on her bed and almost instantly Jerrell kissed her. Skye stared at him puzzled.
 
"What do I just do?" Jerrell asked himself in disbelief of what just happened.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly.
 
"Don't be," Skye told him. "I love you, too."

"L--Love?" Jerrell questioned. "What about--?"
 
"That's not who I'm in love with," Skye replied.

Jerrell was frozen in that moment. Skye just told him that she loved him. It shook him to his core. He looked up at the ceiling and down at the ground. Not really knowing what to do. Skye lifted his head with her hand and kissed his lips. Jerrell bit his lip, looking at her.

"What should I do now?
 
"Love me, Jerrell."
 
They kissed as they fell back on the bed, rubbing all over each other removing clothing in the process. When Skye was completely naked, Jerrell couldn't help but stare. She was an angelic beauty. Just like in her fantasty, Skye moaned as he tantalized her breasts, moving down kissing her stomach, stopping in between her legs. Jerrell kissed her thighs gently. Skye screamed and moaned loudly as he licked her pearl, "Don't stop, Jerrell! Don't stop!" but he had to in order to enter her, which was no struggle as Skye's walls accepted him.
Stroke after stroke, Jerrell filled her with his love untill he unleashed it through his climax.
He gave Skye a final kiss before they went to the land of dreams wrapped in each other's arms.