Start a story with: Once when
no one was looking…
**This story is dark. Not meant for everyone.**
Once when no one was looking, someone poured sugar in Naima’s gas tank. During the pouring rain with no umbrella, she made the three block journey to her friend’s house.
Kolo opened the door. He grinned, grabbing her by the hand to come in. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry. My car won’t start, and I didn’t have any other place to go.” Her teeth gritted together rapidly like an instrument solo. Naima’s body shook violently from the shock–her wet clothes stuck to her like cold cement.
“You know you’re always welcome here.” Kolo escorted his friend to his bedroom. He pulled out a white t-shirt, black hoodie, and grey sweatpants out of his dresser, and then handed the clothing to Naima. “Wear this until your clothes dry.”
She nodded, scanning the room. It felt awkward being in such an intimate, personal space after what happened last week. Out of nowhere, he had kissed her. He couldn’t use the excuse of being drunk because she hadn’t tasted alcohol on his breath. If circumstances were different, then maybe she’d give him a chance. But, it had felt wrong. Kolo was best friend’s with her ex Desmond.
She wasn’t interested in being “the girl” traded between friends.
He looked Naima up and down as though lost in a trance. She coughed. Why wouldn’t Kolo leave, so she could change?
Kolo met her gaze, his eyes full of lust. “Sorry. I’ll give you privacy.”
“Can I use your phone to call a tow truck? I would use my cell, but it got wet.”
“No worries, I got you.” He smiled, leaving the room without closing the door. Naima sighed and did the task herself.
She quickly changed into his warm clothes. She squeezed herself in glee, feeling so much better. Kolo was her friend; she shouldn’t be uncomfortable with him. He wasn’t crossing a boundary, so she should loosen up and try to get things back to where they were before.
In the living room, Naima was impressed with all the food. Kolo had a large Hawaiian pizza, breadsticks, chicken wings, and cups of soda spread out on his long coffee table. Her stomach growled; she held it, licking her lips. “Expecting company?”
“You,” he teased. “Come over here and help me eat.”
Naima didn’t have to be told twice. “Thanks.” She fixed her plate. “What did they say?”
“They’ll be at your car in between an hour or two. Can I ask what happened?”
Naima gulped. She didn’t want to tell the truth because then Kolo would probably get overly concerned. Besides, she didn’t want to be asked a billion questions of who she may have pissed off. Hopefully, it was a horrible prank by immature, stupid teenagers.
Changing the subject would be best. “Maybe I should go wait for them.”
“Not by yourself, this late at night.” Kolo laughed. “Changing the subject. Nice.”
Naima blushed, taking a couple gulps of her Mountain Dew.
Time passed where they enjoyed each other’s company. Kolo had been the perfect gentleman, and Naima was confident they’d get their friendship back.
She peeked at Kolo, who already stared at her. “We should go.”
Closing his eyes, Kolo sighed. “Or you could stay here.”
Naima bit her lip. Oh no, please don’t hit on her again.
Kolo stood in the hallway by the bathroom door. Naima had needed to switch back into her clothes. He didn’t understand why she didn’t just take him up on his offer to stay in his.
Kolo cracked his knuckles, grinning. His plan had worked perfectly. He was never caught spying on Naima through the cafe window. She had looked so beautiful, typing away on her laptop, hard at work.
Plus, no one witnessed him pour sugar in her tank. Good thing she never entered the kitchen because the evidence–container of spilled sugar and red tunnel–lay right on the table. He never got a chance to get rid of it.
Everything had been perfect tonight. She came right to his door just like Kolo knew Naima would. He licked his lips, anticipating how lucky he’d be within a few minutes.
He had tried to tell Naima how much he loved her but was shot down. Why? Kolo put her on a pedestal like she deserved. He would treat Naima better than Desmond ever did. Why couldn’t she see that?
“You okay in there.” Kolo took a step towards the door.
“Yeah,” her voice sounded muffled.
Within seconds, he heard a thud. Kolo sighed in relief, opening the bathroom door. There Naima lay on the tile floor. He knelt down and gently pushed her hair out of her angelic face. Kolo kissed her lips, and then picked Naima up to carry her to his bedroom.
Thank goodness she trusted him enough to drink the soda. No questions asked. Now, he could have his way with her all night.
He placed Naima on his bed, kissing her lips again. He smiled while running his finger all over her body. Then, he took off his shirt…
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