Ricia and I were facing each other; we were both propped up on one arm. Her brown hair flowed down the front of her chest, and I wanted to play with it. I reached my arm up and let my hand play with her strands of hair. She was smiling at me, and I kept smiling at her. We weren’t exchanging words with our lips but with our minds and hearts. It was majestic; something was pulling us together, and I didn’t know how to explain it. There was some type of chemistry here, and it was pulling on us like magnets.
“Penny for your thoughts,” she said.
“You’re beautiful,” my response was simple, truthful.
She smirked at me, “You’re pretty sexy yourself.” Her hand started to tease my breast; her fingers ran along the bra and skin intersection. She was giving me chills, and I didn’t know if I wanted to have her dive into sex or stay like this, bonding.
“You look deep in thought there, Niki; tell me what’s on your mind.”
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