The Realest Ever (9 page)

“What’s wrong with you?”

The teenagers sat next to each other on a long sofa.  They weren’t supposed to have any alone time together, but Donovan’s father went to help a friend with a flat tire.  Kyra had her legs tucked under her.  Her stretchy Capris put her supple thighs on display.  Beverly took Kyra to get her hair done last weekend, and she had managed to keep her ’do in place since then.  She was very attractive, even as she wiped her tears.

“That’s a sad song,” she said.  “You
didn’t think it was sad?”

Donovan grinned. 
“He got with her in the end.  They’re both happy now, right?”

Kyra shook her head.  “
I don’t think they got back together.  They’re just saying they can’t be friends.  It sounds like they have to break up and not talk to each other at all.”

Donovan thought about that. 
Both singers were crying at the end of the video, so maybe Kyra was right.

“Do you think that could ever happen to us?” Kyra asked.  “Do you ever think about us not being friends anymore?”

Donovan shook his head.  “How could that happen?  You were never my girlfriend, or nothing like that.”

“But what if I was?” Kyra proposed.  “What if we did decide to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and then we broke up and couldn’t be friends?”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Donovan said, not sure where she was going with this.

“Why?” Kyra asked.  “Why couldn’t it happen?”

Donovan stared at her.  He chuckled nervously.  But Kyra wasn’t smiling.  Donovan’s head tilted in confusion.  “You mean why we couldn’t be boyfriend and girlfriend or why we couldn’t be friends anymore if we broke up?”

“Both,” Kyra said
, then, “boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Donovan
forced a grin.  Kyra remained very serious.  Her bottom lip was red from a Now & Later candy she had earlier.  Donovan found himself staring at it.  At that lip. 

“Well, first of all my mom would kill us,”
he said. 

“
But do you ever think about me, like that?” Kyra asked.

Donovan knew they were
wading into dangerous waters, but there was nothing he and Kyra couldn’t talk about.  “Wh, why?  Do you ever think about me like that?”

Kyra nodded.  “Since I was little.”

Donovan was stunned by that.  His whole body went numb.  But he was also a little relieved.  For years, ever since Kyra’s lovely lady lumps began to sprout in the 7
th
grade, he’d been mesmerized by her journey into womanhood.  Given the nature of their relationship, he knew he had to repress those feelings.  But lately he’d been listening more and more to the little devil on his other shoulder, the one reminding him that Kyra was not his relative.  There was no blood between them.  So it was okay for her to give him a boner.

Up until
October 7
th
discretion won out because Donovan knew Kyra didn’t feel the same way about him.  But her admission opened a floodgate of emotions and opportunities that Donovan could not put the lid back on. 

Even as he told her, “I think like that sometimes, too,” Donovan’s eyes rolled down to Kyra’s breasts
.  He’d been sneaking glances at those big humps of mystery for months.  He longed to stare at them openly.

When
Kyra saw his change in demeanor and the direction of his gaze, her nipples hardened like pebbles.  At their ages, they had more hormones than good sense.  They were both virgins, too.  Right then and there Kyra decided that she wanted Donovan to be her first.  It made perfect sense.  She loved him more than anyone in her life – even her family, and she knew that Donovan loved her, too.  Not brother-sister love.  It was full grown adult love.

And it was a beautiful thing.

Neither remembered who leaned in first.  They met eagerly in the middle.  The moment their lips touched, a fire ignited in both of their souls.  They knew this is what their relationship was meant to be all along. 

Kyra’s
bottom lip tasted like cherry Now & Later’s.  Donovan would never forget that taste.  It was so sweet.  He hummed as he sucked it.  Kyra emitted a breathy moan.  Donovan stole the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue.  Kyra had never been kissed like that before.  She had no idea Donovan was so skillful.  Or maybe his prowess was all in her mind.  Either way, she was in bliss.

When he felt her breast beneath his hand, Donovan was surprised because he didn’t remember
reaching for it.  Kyra arched her back in appreciation, and Donovan didn’t slow up at all.  He gripped her flesh softly, like he wanted to so many times.  Kyra moaned again.  Donovan left her mouth and sucked her fiery neck as his hand snaked under her shirt and under her bra.

The
feel of her bare flesh and hard nipple was overpowering.  Donovan’s manhood jumped in his pants.  He felt the moistness of his pre cum.  He was harder than he had ever been in his entire life.

Kyra began to
lie back on the couch.  Donovan was obliged to follow.  Kyra’s legs spread on their own accord.  Donovan fit so nicely between them.  They kissed again, this time with an animalistic urging that begged to be quenched.  Donovan grinded his hips, and Kyra felt his hardness trying to get in.  There were two layers of denim between them; his and hers.  Donovan reached down, maybe to unbutton his jeans, maybe hers, maybe neither.  They would never know because the next sound they heard was a horrified scream that changed both of their lives forever.

“
What the hell is going on?!
”

Donovan jumped off of Kyra, and she yanked her shirt down
.  They tried their best to look normal with their hair messed and their breathing ragged.  But Beverly had seen the dirty deed.  She stood in the doorway with shock and fury battling for dominance of her expression.  Her chest began to heave up and down.

The next five minutes were very unchristian, to say the least.
  Beverly called Kyra horrible things, things a teenage girl shouldn’t know the definition of – let alone have directed at her.  Beverly also accused her only son of betraying her.  She said both of them played her like a fool.

Donovan tried to
plead their case.  Kyra really was like a sister to him.  This was the first and
last
time something like this would ever happen.  But even he didn’t believe that.  Maybe things were innocent before Kyra moved in, but they weren’t now, and it could never go back to the way it was.

It wasn’t like
Beverly was taking any chances.  She contacted Kyra’s relatives that night and bought her a plane ticket the next morning.  When Donovan and Kyra got home from school, Donovan’s father was waiting to take Kyra to the airport. 

Donovan cried himself to sleep that night
.  But he couldn’t hate his mother for what she did.  Instead Donovan blamed himself for surrendering to the desires of his flesh.  Kyra may have initiated it, but she was young.  Donovan was the one who should’ve known better. 

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Donovan turned his truck off and got out so he could help his mother down from the elevated cab.  He walked her to the door and unlocked it with the same key he had since he was in high school.

“Alright, Mama.  I’ll see you later.”  He gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“If you don’t tell Brianna about that kiss, then you’re lying to her,” Beverly warned.  “It ain’t right to lie to her about what you and Kyra had going on.”

Donovan knew his mother was right, but he also knew he wouldn’t listen to her.  He couldn’t.  Brianna would never allow him to see Kyra if she knew.

“Love you,” Donovan said as he headed back to his truck.  “I’ll come by and cut your grass later, when the sun starts to go down.”

“Can you bring me a slice of buttermilk pie?” Beverly asked.  “That’s the one thing I really wanted from Golden Corral today.”

“Okay,” Donovan said with a smile.  He didn’t think he’d be near any restaurants that sold single pie slices, but he would make it happen – not because he was a mama’s boy, but because he was a good son. 
There is a difference
, Donovan told himself.

CHAPTER FIVE

BFF’S

Twenty minutes later Donovan stood on Aunt Ruth’s porch wearing the black slacks, gray shirt and black tie he wore to church that day.  His heart was racing, and his palms were moist.  He hadn’t been this nervous since he was in high school.  He rang the doorbell and wiped his hands on his pants and then stuffed them in his pockets.  He pulled them out and adjusted his tie and cleared his throat.  He took a step back so that whoever answered could see him in the peephole.  But then he thought it would look weird; him standing way back there, so he returned to his original spot.

Get a hold of yourself, man
.

T
hat was easier said than done.  It wasn’t possible at all when the door opened and Donovan came face to face with the object of his fascination.  Kyra wore a black skirt with a sleeveless pink blouse.  She had her hair styled in a short bob with one bang concealing her left eyebrow.  The skirt was form-fitting, clutching her curves like an insatiable lover.  The blouse didn’t offer more than a glimpse of her cleavage, but it didn’t have to.  Kyra’s breasts were vast and luscious.  She wore a light coat of lipstick and a little mascara.  Her eyes were as big and beautiful as Donovan remembered them.  Her lips were full and moist, much more enticing than they were fifteen years ago.

While Donovan stood stiffly, unable to get his
Hello
out, Kyra found herself in similar disarray.  She studied all of his Facebook pictures and thought she knew every muscle and contour of Donovan’s physique.  But seeing him in real life was a totally different experience.  The pictures didn’t do him justice.  They failed to capture the intensity of his presence, the fire dancing in his dark eyes. 

Donovan was a few inches taller than Kyra in high school, but he must have
had another growth spurt after she left.  He now looked to be six-foot-four inches tall, maybe six-five.  Donovan was slim in the waist, compared to some of his Facebook photos.  But even with a long-sleeved shirt on, Kyra could see that his upper body was massive, especially his chest.  His trapezius muscles were like two fist-size knots on either side of his neck.

I wish he dressed more casual
, Kyra thought.  But she knew she’d swoon at the sight of him in a tight tee shirt – or a tank top.  Or maybe they could go to a pool, and she could have him
completely topless
.

Whoa there
.

Kyra tried to get her thoughts in check as her eyes swam up
his torso, towards his face.  Donovan was clean-shaven.  The boyish good looks Kyra admired when they were young had evolved into a strong, manly jaw line, dark brown eyes that were almost intimidating even though his lashes might have been the longest Kyra had ever seen on a man.  Donovan had a crew cut with a slight fade.  His edge-up was impeccable.  His lips were delectable.

Before Kyra could formulate a greeting for the Adonis that stood b
efore her, Donovan closed the distance between them and wrapped his strong arms around her.  Kyra felt a surge of electricity shoot from his hands to deep inside her core.  She gasped, totally unprepared for the energy in his touch.  Donovan pulled her closer, close enough for Kyra’s breast to press against his hard stomach.  She felt her legs giving way.  Donovan’s sweet fragrance filled her nostrils and intoxicated her further. 

She grabbed hold of him – she had no choice, and they held
on to each other for hours.  Or maybe it was only seconds.  It was hard to tell.  Nothing mattered at that moment except for him and her.  Neither of them realized how badly they missed each other until there was nothing between them but heartbeats, heavy breaths and a few layers of clothing that were the
only
thing stopping this hug from being something much more than friendly.

When he finally released her, Kyra’s head was spinning.  She took a step back and wobbled slightly in her pumps.
  Donovan took her hand to brace her.  Thank God she didn’t wear taller heels!  She would’ve fallen for sure.  That would have been awful – not just because Donovan would’ve seen it, but Kyra looked around and noticed that her whole family had joined her in the living room.  Her face flushed with crimson.

“Hey, Donovan,”
Kyra said as if she’d just opened the door.  “This is my Aunt Ruth and my two kids, Katavia and Quinell.”  She turned to introduce them.

“Nice to meet you,”
Donovan said to the children.  “Good afternoon,” he told Kyra’s aunt.

Kyra’s
kids were more shy than usual.  Quinell had only taken one step into the room.  Kat sought shelter behind Aunt Ruth.

“Come on, ya’ll.  Come say hi
,” Kyra implored.  “Donovan’s a good friend of mine.  I’ve known him since I was your age,” she told Quinell.