Caesar lifted the couch cushions while Milani searched her bedroom and picked up the jeans she wore yesterday out of the dirty laundry. She found some remaining detergent and flung the clothes into the washer machine with shaking hands. Dusting off her hands she watched pass her kitchen. Her stomach growled but the thought of a burger at this time of day disgusted her. "You know it's not a safe neighborhood here for you to live why don't you come live with me?" He proposed.
Milani stopped in her tracks looking at her friend. "I have plenty of space for you." He followed the trail of empty candy wrappers to the edge of her bed then took in the dirty dishes in the sink. "When you told me your bed was right in the kitchen, I thought you were joking." His laugh filled the room as Milani reached back and tried to turn on the lights. "Are you sick? You look pale, and weak." It worried him, and the idea touched her but she also felt saddened that he took pity on her.
"No, I'm wonderful! I've been working, and I may be broke, but I'm certainly not weak. I feel fine!" He frowned at her. "Whatever you say, anyway where's your dad it's almost time for people to arrive at my house for your birthday party and he's nowhere to be found." She gave him her most fetching smile and stepped out of the corner. "He'll show up." They got inside Caesars car and drove onto the highway. Throughout the drive Caesar said nothing as they exited and drove north. He drove fast enough to reach his house in under a few minutes.
"Are you sure your parents are okay with me throwing the party here?" Milani didn't remember much about his parents except they always liked her. "Yeah, they're in Paris for some convention or something, they'll be back next week." With every mile they traveled closer to his house, her anxiety increased. As the car pulled into the entrance, Milani looked nervous for the first time. "Come on I'll help you up the steps." The two strolled up the steps, hand in hand. Giant doors opened, and they stepped into the room.
"Did I tell you how beautiful you look in this dress? Because you look stunning," A blush creeped its way on Milani's face as she remembered the month before her birthday where Caesar got her birthday dress made. "Thank you," she responded.
The mansion sounded calm, and they strolled until she found where everybody was. "Surprise," people yelled out from the dark room. After an hour of dancing and drinking Milani couldn't find Caesar anywhere. With the music being so loud that it made her skin grow goosebumps it didn't help much. The speakers thumped in time with her heart beat as though they were one, filling her from head to toe with music. She loved this song.
Milani had been drinking at the party a little more than usual. She had enough booze in her system to believe she could dance, and too much pride to leave the dance floor. Suddenly she felt the urge to use the bathroom.
Heading for the stairs to the third floor she reached the top of the second floor and she stepped into the first bathroom. After doing her business she put her things in her purse and exited the bathroom and was returning downstairs when she bumped into someone knocking her down. "I'm sorry," she said.
A wave of laughter circled the room. "It's me Caesar," he said with a remark of amusement in his tone. He took her hand and helped her up from the floor. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are." His sweet gaze softened and a smile touched the edges of his mouth. "So are you, I mean handsome," she said, and again felt a blush working its way up her neck repeatedly. "Hey why don't we go to my room it's too loud out here," Slipping her hand through his extended elbow, she let him lead her into his room.
He lifted her and carried her to his bedroom, finding a spot on the bed that had avoided being messy or covered with junk from his dressers. Both were drunk and young with wild thoughts. The idea of making love in Caesars bedroom was exciting enough, but with only a door between them and the people downstairs, hot or not, it didn't feel right. His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath.
Maybe Caesar never pushed Milani about sex because they were too much like sister and brother, but after tonight she feared how he felt about her. Milani knew the saying that when you're drunk, you do things you would never do sober. So in a way she felt happy to think he liked her. "Caesar, what about the people downstairs?" she asked breathless. He leaned back to kiss her another time. But this time she responded passionately, returning his kiss hungrily. Caesar watched her take off her dress, Milani was ready to lose her virginity to the boy she loved since he helped her with her dad. Once again a blush formed as if someone had caught her doing something unladylike.
Milani pulled Caesars shirt over his head and push him onto the bed. He sank down into the mattress. "Milani," She cut him off by smashing her lips onto his lips.
He kisses Milani back, hands roaming up her neck and hair. Her head rocks back against the pillow as he strokes her hair, the first moan escaping her lips. Caesar whispered in her ear that he would make her beg for it while she let out moans, unable to utter a response. In seconds he's on her again, fucking her harder, just long enough to intoxicate her mind before stopping again. If it's begging he wanted, Caesar would have to stop long enough for Milani's brain to function first.
Caesar reached for her nipples, tugging on them. It starts all over again like a cycle with the same routines and the same lustful kisses.
Arching her back he pounded inside her. Screams filled the room as she dug her nails into his back. Caesar slowed down and kissed her lips, not just an ordinary kiss but a kiss that meant something.
The bright light pierced through her eyes, her eyelids were the color of bright orange and she couldn't go back to sleep. Milani woke to bright sunlight shining through a window and jumped from the bed, tugging on a pair of shorts and a blouse. She kept tugging until she realized she could not feel any cloth. Suddenly she looked down at her body and glanced around the room, half expecting to find them there. That's when she noticed the tall figure lounged under the sheets. Slowly but carefully she pulled the blanket away from the figures face curious who it was.
Milani took a step back in shock, It bounced around her mind, first in disbelief, then in denial, and finally, in anger. Still half-drunk, she picked up her clothing put it on and began the walk of shame to the living room. Making her way outside to made a futile attempt at calling a cab to pick her up.
By the time she made it home it was already time for her to head to her job. Half drunk Milani dragged her feet down the hallway of the house going into the bathroom. She needed to forget about how she just had sex with her best friend. So she took the hottest shower she could tolerate. Turning her face to the shower, she broke down. How could she be so foolish and have sex with her best friend? Even though she knew she had feelings for him she knew deep down, it was still wrong.
With another sharp sigh, she leaned over to push aside the shower curtain and grab her face wash. The room was quiet with only the sound of her shutting off the shower and wrapped up her hair. "What the fuck??" Milani yelled staring at a hickey on her boobs. "Are you kidding me?" Sighing Lani wrapped herself in the thick towel. After drying herself off she opened the door between the cramped bathroom and the bedroom. Lani rose and dressed herself, preparing herself mentally to tell Caesar what happened.
A loud noise was heard outside. It was a few minutes before she realized the pounding noise was someone knocking at the door. "Oh hey Caesar, what are you doing here?" Caesar barged inside the house and sat down with his hands against his forehead. "I messed up bad Lani, I found underwear under my bed and when I looked under the sheets, I found an empty condom. I had a one-night stand Lani I can't believe I stooped that low."
His friend stayed at the foot of the coach staring at him. The thoughts in her head were screaming for her to tell him "hey it was me who had sex with you" but she couldn't form the words. Guilty at the thought of ditching him yet offended that he thought she was just a one-night stand. Hopefully, he was too drunk to remember what happened. "Listen, I have to get to work I'll talk to you later." With that she left slamming the front door.