Later that night, I changed into more comfortable clothes and posted up in the theater room. Zoey wanted to watch horror films and eat popcorn as though we were at a sleepover. Picture that. She even parted her hair into ponytails to add to the experience. It was cute.
What was not cute was when she’d showered and changed, she met me downstairs in tiny ass retro-basketball shorts that stopped at the bottom of her ass cheeks, a tight tank t-shirt that showed the impressions of her bra, and long socks that came above her calf muscles. Upon seeing that, something hit me: Zoey wasn’t that cool, laid back beauty that I revered as cute last summer. She was still funny as hell, more aggressive, definitely cool, but undeniably sensual now. More sensual than I could trust myself to be around.
While watching the second flick, “Resident Evil,” I realized she was damn near underneath me with her legs curled beneath her. She stopped eating her popcorn, which thankfully I did have in stock, during the first flick. Horror films didn’t do much for me. I’m more of an action buff, but I preferred this predictable shit to that fluffy romance crap. Zo seemed all into it. I looked down at her and noticed the glow from the big screen casting a bright light on her wide eyes and mouth. Her hair smelled like flowers and I could even pick up a secondary vanilla scent from her body. She was sexy as hell. But no matter how mature she looked in that moment, the way she was curled beneath me reminded me of my old Ni?a.
Her head popped up and she caught me eyeing her. Our eyes locked for a minute before she wiggled into a taller position and then kissed me. Her tongue remained in her mouth, but her lips parted to pull at my lower one. I felt the hike in my breath at that move. She had to have caught it, too, because it damn sure was audible enough. Then there was that smoldering look in her eyes again. The one I’d seen the first time we’d kiss and hours ago at the front door when she’d asked about the sleeping arrangement.
Zoey took to my mouth again. This time she did insert her tongue, swirling it around and around. She changed the angle of her face as our mouths dipped into each other’s. I commanded my hands to stay off her body, even though her perky breasts were rubbing against my chest. Even though her hands perused my chest and then abs. Her fragrance took on a new experience at this proximity. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to hold out. When Zo’s little hand slipped beneath the elasticity of my waistband, I caught her wrist and pulled my mouth back.
“Zo, we can’t do this.” I didn’t recognize my own voice.
Hell, I couldn’t believe she wanted me…and that my dumb ass just shut it down! My cock wanted to be buried deep inside her, proving to be the best lover she’d ever had. But something else deep within wanted to hold off on sex. I wanted to hold on to our friendship just a little longer.
“Why not?” she asked, her eyes pleading with me.
“B-because,” I exhaled, rubbing my face with my hands. I felt like a damn sucker because I didn’t have a legitimate answer. I couldn’t believe I felt pressured by ass; Zo’s pretty one, no less. I took another breath, willing an answer to come. And it did. “Because I don’t have any rubbers,” finally came out, sounding convincing as hell, too.
She paused, now resting on her knees next to me. Please don’t say you’re on the pill so it’s okay… She sat back letting out a sigh. Whew! That was my out. It was also my cue. I stood, grabbed the various remotes to shut down the system and turned up the lights.
I walked her to the guest bedroom nearest my suite and kissed her head. “Goodnight, Ni?a.” I yawned. “I’m up at five for a workout downstairs in the gym. I’ll be done around eight.”