Jerrell and Keyana: The Incident

Author’sNote : I really didn’t feel like being fictitious, so here’s a true story from me. This story’s about when I was seventeen and had an intimate encounter with my friend Keyana, which I call The Incident.

Growing up (before high school) I can truly say I only had one real friend and her name was Keyana Glover. We lived in the same neighborhood a few houses away from each other and went to elementary school together. We were inseparable. She was the first female outside of my family I told, “I love you,” to and truly meant it (we were ten years old when I told her). If we weren’t in school, we were over each other’s houses having play dates. Thinking back on it, I can remember Keyana’s mom and my grandma joking about future wedding bells. I can’t really blame them though because we usually played House and were hugged up about eighty percent of the time, but as we grew up and puberty set in on both of us we chose not to take it there. We were going to remain just friends and keep it that way.

Graduating junior high separated us. I went on to attend our neighborhood high school Hope Charter while Keyana went to Girls High, but even different schools couldn’t cease our closeness, which now was more important than ever. Reaching my teen years revealed a lot of things to me, especially how bad my neighborhood was and with that revelation I made it my self-appointed duty to protect Keyana from the increasing violence and the street pharmacists that hung around the bus stop. I got out of school before Keyana did and would wait at the bus stop for her to make sure no one messed with her. I’d walk her home and usually ate dinner at her house. This was the norm until our junior year of high school when she started dating a guy who lived around the corner from us named Jamal.

When I first met Jamal I was wary of him because if he wasn’t in his school uniform he dressed like a straight up thug, but living by the old adage, don’t judge a book by its cover I gave him a fair shot. It was smooth sailing from there…until the problems started. It seemed Jamal had the wandering eye. Eyeing other females while out with Keyana and a few rumors were circulating around the neighborhood that he’d cheated on her, but without any proof how could she approach him about it other than asking (most likely he would’ve lie to her)? The problems got so bad that I began to have a Keyana/Jamal sense. Every time Keyana called me I somehow knew Jamal had found a new way to fuck up their relationship. I remember thinking to myself, “Damn…we’re even adults yet and we’re dealing with some Maury (the TV show) type shit.” Even though I hated being caught up in Keyana and Jamal’s drama I really had no choice, but to be. Keyana was my best friend and whenever she needed someone she always came to me and I could never turn her away. I was her shoulder to cry on and I was the one that picked her up when she fell. I loved her that much.

So when Keyana rang my doorbell on a Saturday afternoon I let her inside my house. Lucky for me (because of what transpired), my grandma had gone out to lunch with my aunts. Keyana was an emotional mess because what I knew would happen indeed happened…Jamal cheated on her. She paced around my living room screaming and cursing until she crumbled down on the living room couch, tears flowing from her eyes. I felt so bad for Keyana watching her cry. She looked like an animal that had been kicked repeatedly while it was down. I plopped down on the couch beside her.

“It’ll be okay,” I told her running my hand down her arm.

When we were little running my hand on Keyana’s arm meant I wanted a hug (it’s something I still do to this day). Keyana didn’t respond to me for a minute, so my fingers traced up and down her arm bit harder.

“Come on girl…you know you need a hug,” I told her wanting to ease her pain.

I held out my arms and wrapped Keyana in them. I soon found myself cuddled up with her as cried and calmed down. When I felt she was ready to talk, I said to her softly, “I know you’re hurting Keyana, but I need you to hear me. Look, I’m tired of seeing you like this, sweetie. You’re not happy…and it makes unhappy.”

After my words there was dead silence. Keyana just stared at me a minute.

“Jay, you’re gonna take care of me, right?” She asked softly, her hand starting to caress me.

My eyes widened at her question. Her words were a bit too soft, suggestive even, but I played it off and replied with a laugh, “When haven’t taken care of you?”

Keyana placed a hand my chest, “Can you take care of me?”

I really didn’t know how to respond and even more so when her pressed against mine.

“Make me feel better, Relle. Please,”

Her lips hit mine a few more times before I let myself kiss her back. As we kissed my only thought was, Keyana, why now? We’d agreed to be just friends honestly since hitting puberty I’d always thought about Keyana that way (less than platonically) and at one point even had a dream about her. There is no doubt about how beautiful Keyana Glover was (and still is). At seventeen she was nearly at full bloom. Her skin was the color of sweet caramel with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She possessed a slim physique along with a pair of B cup breasts and a backside that shaped like a peach.

Even though I knew we shouldn’t have taken it, making out with Keyana felt so right. It felt as if this should’ve happened long before this moment. Our tongues danced and twirled with one another’s while our hands fondled and caressed each other. When we broke our kiss, my lips hit her neck and my tongue tickled it. Keyana moaned at my work on her neck. As I teased her, my cock began to stiffen and I let out a low groan. After leaving a hickey on her neck, I kissed her forehead and lips again. I stood up, dragging her shirt up with me as I went.

“Take your clothes off,” I ordered her softly.

I stood over her on the couch, watching her stare up at me as she obliged my request. As Keyana revealed her breasts to me I removed my shirt and undershirt in a motion. Suddenly, I was pulled down and my mouth was flooded by my best friends tongue. I loved Keyana’s kiss, it was so passionate. I’d only kissed a few girls by this point in my life and hands down Keyana had the best kiss of them all. Breaking our second lip lock, I took her breasts in my mouth sucking on them gently.

“Oooh,” Keyana moaned as I sucked and licked on her areolas. “That feels good, Jay.”

I serviced her nipples until they were hard as diamonds. I kissed my way down her body to her stomach giving it sweet kisses taking time to tongue her navel ever so often. I hit the end of my kissing trail at her pants and our eyes met. We both knew what I wanted to do and I was ready, but was she?

“You ready?” I asked and Keyana replied with a nod signifying she was.

I undid belt buckle and pulled her pants. I stared at the black panties she had on, which were moist with wetness. I slid her underwear off and Keyana blushed as I pushed her legs open. I leered at my best friend’s core and I’m speaking wholeheartedly when I tell you all that Keyana’s pussy was pretty. It was glistening, shining even with her juices. Diving into her core, I couldn’t help but notice how good she tasted. She grabbed the back of my head, forcing my tongue deep inside her. I found her clit and went to work on it. I slipped my middle finger into her hot box, rubbing on her clit as my tongue lashed her pussy lips.

“Oh shit Relle!” Keyana moaned. “Damn…that’s feels so good. Keep going,”

She kept moaning and the more she moaned, the more I feasted on her pussy as her body began to tremble. Keyana’s breathing started to quicken and with a shuttering moan she climaxed, her love juices flowing down my throat. Ascending from in between her legs, I let Keyana taste herself as I gave her as kiss. I came out of my pants and stood before her in my boxers. I removed the boxers letting her see my manhood for the first time.

Keyana’s cheeks became rosy again and I gave her another kiss. We were caught up in moment and weren’t thinking straight. Keyana opened her legs me and I (without any protection on) entered her, beginning to slow stroke within her. Keyana let out gasping moans as I moved in and out of her.

“I love you, Relle.” She moaned as her face twisted with pleasure.

I kissed her lips, “I love you, too.”

As soon as I said those four came out of my mouth realization hit me like a lightning bolt. This was more than sex…we were making love and it felt incredible, but it was nearing its end. I increased my stroking pace a bit as I felt the nut building inside me.

“Mmm…I’m gonna cum, Keyana.” I moaned before I began to deliver my last few strokes.

Pulling out, I shot my load on Keyana’s stomach. I rushed to the kitchen and came back with damp rag and cleaned my seed off of her. We cuddled on the couch naked and realization again…hard. I thought about how we agreed to be just friends than observed the position we were in at the moment and it shocked the hell out of me. I continued to cuddle with my best friend as I said to myself, “Oh my God, I just slept with Keyana.”