"Take my virginity," I demanded to my long time childhood best friend. Kyle Reyes.

"What?!" He choked on his drink, the liquid splattering down his chin and against his prominent jaw.

Fu-udge. I saw it now. What all those girls had been seeing.

Oh was it desperation to lose my virginity that I now saw my best friend as some sort of sex model? I mean this was Kyle; the boy who had almost chocked on his braces when I had first talked to him.

How times have changed since then.

In elementary school Kyle had been a geek; yes that clichéd fully glassed, mouth braced, smart dressed, hands always clutching books. He was intelligent.

It was during high school when the cannon exploded, figuratively, as if the universe had somehow shifted into another dimension. It was a shock for everyone. Kyle lost the braces and specs and with that removed, his appearance seemed dramatically altered.

He hadn't been ugly or unattractive before but without the glasses, his pale green eyes were magnified, mesmerising and pretty much making every girl swoon. The way he used his mouth: talking and smirking to reveal those sweet dimples of his that could make any girl fall in love with him.

His sandy brown smooth locks of hair were the first you noticed as he constantly ran his hands through it, making you want to run your hand through it.

Yes! I fully admit it now. He was hot.

But with his attractiveness came the popularity. However the thing I loved about Kyle—as a best friend—was that he talked to everyone and when I say everyone I meant literally everyone. He didn't care who you were. He didn't judge you for your appearance. The thing I loved most about him was that he actually doesn't seem to notice that he was hot, well most of the times he tried not to let his vanity get to him, but that always failed.

He slowly became one of the 'School Sex Appeal' and he wasn't even athletic.

But most importantly he was my best friend.

So, what am I doing, let alone thinking?

The words were uncontrollable when they left my mouth.

I was aware that I was seventeen and probably the only girl who was still a virgin. Yes, it did get to me when those girls flaunted and gossiped about their one night stands and sex life. I would always be just standing there awkwardly relishing their every word.

I mean, all the guys that I've been with had never reached second base with me and when I had begged them to, they thought I wasn't ready. "Like, who the fudge are you? You don't know what I want or need!" Is what I should have said to them.

Whilst Kyle had been busy enjoying his popularity, which his good looks came with, I was busy struggling to get laid. Ugh and that didn't even sound right.

With Kyle girls offered themselves willingly to him and well who was he to turn down good looking, hot girls? He was after all still a hormonal teenage with needs to be addressed. He was human after all.

Then there was me.

I was slightly awkward but while I was this, I didn't take sh!t from anybody because I wasn't insecure or unsure about myself.

Yes I may have crazy frizzy brown hair, courtesy of being mixed race.

And yes, I may have freakish greenish grey eyes which completely freaked some people out if I stared too hard. But with all this I was still me and I liked me. This awkward—sometimes antisocial but couldn't turn down the chance party—completely outrageous but totally down to earth, me.

"You're not serious, are you?" One of Kyle's eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

I gave him a straight look, making sure that I added my seriousness as I spoke. "Yes. I am."

He burst out laughing, doubling over on my kitchen floor as he clutched his stomach.

I scowled at him. "What?"

"Oh, Keya, Keya, Keya you never cease to amaze me," He laughed.

I scoffed.

"Wait, you are actually serious," Kyle stood up to look down at me, his laugh completely disappearing.

"Kyle, I am, completely and utterly." I told him. "I'm sick of being a virgin, hell I wanna feel that gut wrenching; heart pacing; love making all those girls always talk about." I stared up at him to gauge is reaction. "I want to know what an orgasm feels like."

Kyle froze, standing stalk still as a statue. However, his eyes said it all. They were a pool of green emitting from his pupils and they showed a mixture of disbelief and awe.

"You've never had an orgasm?" He asked shocked, incredulity printed on his face.

At this, I looked away in embarrassment while I nodded.

"Keya, where the hell have you been? Have you even masturbated before?" He crossed his arms and I couldn't help but notice his biceps contracting and constricting in his t-shirt.

"What? Ew, no!" I whispered raspy. I was embarrassed, but at the same time I was squirming suggestively at his manliness. Serious how the fu-udge had I not noticed those muscles before?

"Never?" His eyebrow shot up.

"Never." I confirmed.

"But, how? Haven't you been at least curious at all?" He now had a frown on his face.

Yes I am curious that's why I want this. I answered him in my mind.

"Dammit Keya, you're my best friend and I'm finding out about this now?" He shook his head in utter disbelief.

"Uh... first all, I'm a girl and you're a boy—friends or not—you don't find each sex running to the other and spilling their guts about these sort of things. Second of all, stop with questions, it's embarrassing enough and you're making me uncomfortable," I told him as I moved away from our proximity to the other side of the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He huffed. "Still doesn't change the fact that you just asked me to take your virginity. I mean, I'm even surprised you still are after Max, the guy is a master when it comes to girls," He leaned his elbows on the counter and rubbed his temples as if the subject of my virginity was such a pain to hear.

I winced at the mention on my ex. He was still a sore spot. We only lasted for a month this made me feel ashamed. Even the reason behind the break up was shameful.

Max was a football player, but even though he was still incredibly charming. I hadn't seen him as my first. He looked like he would have been rough on me. But I was desperate, seriously desperate. And so by the time I had been ready to change the issue of my virginity. He had already cheated which I did expect to be honest. He'd told me that I deserved someone better.

I mean dude, how would you know about me deserving someone better?

That had been two months ago and since then, I was now accustomed to my relationship status as single; according to Facebook. But it still didn't take the void of knowing I would forever be a virgin, since no guy wanted me.

So I was left with no other choice than to consult my only best friend. I know, desperate much!

I shrugged at him in response and he suddenly moved closer to me, stalking me until he was standing right in front of me.

The look he gave me could easily have had every girl on his feet ; his pale green eyes gleamed as his mouth twitched in a playful smirk.

Suddenly it was as if the temperature in the room has increased. I felt my breath hitching and then coming out in harsh pants, as if I was a rundown donkey. What is wrong with me?

Kyle stalked closer and closer until there was no such thing as personal space. He held my eyes and I couldn't do anything but stare and be mesmerised by that pool of green. He leaned forward and down until his face was just mere inches from me. I was hissing like an old kettle now. God, this is embarrassing!

He leaned closer and I closed my eyes now. I couldn't take it, his eyes practically screamed at me. I was afraid of his intense gaze; afraid that I would jump on him at any moment but at the same time I was anticipating those sexy lips of his to touch mine.

But out of nowhere, he burst out with laughter.

Quickly, I opened my eyes only find him doubling over in stitches. He got up to straighten himself but his chuckling never ceased. I could almost trace the gleam of tears on his eyes.

"Oh Keya, your face just there," he chuckled.

I pursed my lips. Dammit and I thought he was going to kiss me.

"Shut up," I quickly hid my disappointment and embarrassment.

"Oh baby," he crooned laughing. "You are blushing. How adorable."

"Am not!" I put my hands on my face, to cool down my now burning face.

"Whatever you say," he teased. And I had to ground in my frustration.

He sighed.

"Keya, I can't take your virginity," his tone was serious all of a sudden, all trace of humour and teasing gone.

I pursed my lips. "Why not?" Suddenly for the first time in years I felt insecure.

"Am I ugly? Oh god it's the hair isn't it? Please don't be put off by this fizziness, trust me I can tame it. Or maybe I am just too curvy," I was now pacing away from him while runninng hand through my frizzy hair only for it to get tangled up in those annoying curls.

"Keya, Keya stop!" He moved in front me and put his hands on my shoulders and shook me to snap out of it.

"Jeez you're not ugly; dammit you're the opposite of ugly. You are beautiful, honestly. You should see how half the guys are dying to get to you," he closed his eyes shaking his head in annoyance.

I frowned up at him. What about the other half? I thought vainly and selfishly.

"Then why—"

"We are best friends Keya!" He cut me in a shout as he ran his hand through his unruly hair in exasperation.

"You're one of my close friend, actually one of the few people that I trust and know me—the real me, instead of that stupid reputation of a player at school. I can't risk losing your friendship. And I know once..." He motioned with his hands at me and him. "I know once we have sex..." he swallowed closing his eyes in a strain as if it was a painful subject to talk about. "Well it will change things," he finally said.

I knew he was right. A deep part of me knew this and also didn't want to lose his friendship. I mean we've been through far too much for us to risk our friendship.

But I was a stubborn and selfish person, and right now, as I gazed upon his eyes; as I took in his sculptured lips, perfect jaw; perfect face; perfect everything. Well, I wanted nothing more than just... do it with him?

"You don't know that." I argued.

My goodness. I sounded so desperate and clingy.

Ew. Stop. This is Kyle, for Pete's sake. This boy had to be Hot and with a capital H, Hot. Why am I noticing now? Maybe I was in the heat of the moment or maybe I'd been too caught up in my other relationships and my pursuit of losing my virginity, to care about his looks.

He frowned at me... "Keya that's the thing, I do know. Okay, I've seen it. Hell, I've even went through it.

"With who?" I was trying to figure out which other girl Kyle was close with. Like really close with as I was and I didn't remember any.

He cocked his head to one side, staring at me as if I was the dumbest person on earth to ever ask that. When I stared back blankly at him, he frowned but then he regarded me internally. Then as if realizing something, he chuckled.

"Wow, I forget how inexperienced you are sometimes. I'm talking about every girl I've slept with. "

I blanched at that and then cringed as an image of him with a girl tangled in his body in an obscene way, crept into my mind. Brain, please stop it now.

I was confused with his point. "How is them similar to me?"

"You're too important to me and I don't want to lose you just because of a stupid one night stand, please don't tempt me," his voice was a husky strain at the end as he stared at me up and down in a heated gaze before he licked his lips.

I gasp at his intense stare.

He closed his eyes, breaking our gaze and when he opened them again. His intentions were resolved. Just from that brief expression on his face told me that he must've wanted me, like I wanted him right now. And knowing this gave me this strangest warmth feeling inside my stomach.

Now all I had to do was tempt him more as he already said not to. But how do I do that? I didn't even know what I did in the first place to tempt him.

Kyle took my silence as some sort of resolve and decided to open the fridge. He took out last night's lasagne and he started helping himself.

Really? We just ate lunch five minutes ago. Boys are pigs. I thought.

As usual he didn't even ask me if he could have the lasagne. He just helped himself like it was his house; well it was sort of his partial second home. Ever since we were younger, he has spent most of his days in my home more than his own. It was because of issues with his father. His father was an ass. Even I knew that.

"I was saving that," I admonished him when he seemed to have almost ravaged the whole plate.

"Too bad!" He said with his mouth full and the he gave me his smirk.

Jerk. I thought.

I'll let him have it this time. Again. How many times would I have to give up my precious left overs to him?

I decide it wasn't worth it as I watched him.

He sat with one of his hands on his messy sandy brown hair and his green eyes were staring intently at the food. I watched as he chewed with his lips pressed together on the fork and for that moment I imagined the same lips kissing mine.

What was wrong with me? My breath was even hitching up already by just imagining it.

I shook my head trying to control my thoughts and he looked up at me, a questioning eyebrow shooting up. Then he smirked as he realised that I was ogling at him.

"Enjoying the show?" He asked.

The perky bàstard. I thought as I blushed.

I tried to stare impassively at him, as if not understanding his question but this only made him laugh. He shook his head and continued with his food.

Shaking my head, I moved to the sink to start washing the dirty dishes we used earlier. I was concentrating fully on scrubbing the grim that seemed intent on staying on the freaking plate and not responding to my vigorous scrubbing, that I didn't notice that Kyle had moved.

I felt his rigid muscles of his front pressed behind my back. I stilled at that contact and absentmindedly dropped the plate I was holding resulting in a soft clunk on the basin from the impact.

He moved his hand around me so that he can place the plate he was eating from on the sink.

The sudden warmth I felt enveloping me from him was overwhelming. My breathing rate began to increase into a hissing noise.

I felt his breathe tickle near my ear, along with his lips and I had the sudden urge to squirm away from him, to back out.

However, I knew if I did that he would win. Because this was a game he was playing. A game to see if I could handle it and believe at this sudden proximity, I couldn't.

"Let's watch a movie," he breathed, a breath that fanned over my neck and resulted in strange shivers running down my body.

I swiftly turned around to face him, a full on knowing smirk on my face.

That made him stagger a bit and his eyes narrowed down at me.

He was mere inches from me and I would be lying if I said standing next to him up this close didn't affect me the slightest because it did. Oh it really did.

I swallowed, closed my eyes and took in all the courage that I had so that I could do what I was impending to do now.

I opened my eyes with a new resolve. I gave him what I hoped to be my most seductive look. I could tell this immediately affected him because he started shifting uncomfortably and he broke our close proximity by backing away.

He was frowning at me in confusion but I followed him, my intentions clear.

"K-Keya?" he stuttered.

Good. I thought. It was working.

"Hmm?" I made sure that my tone was extra sultry.

"What are you doing?" he rubbed the back of his neck.

"What am I doing?"

"I'm asking you," he licked his lip but his frown was now turning to a scowl.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

At that moment he was trapped between me and the fridge. I crossed my arms, and fluttered my eyes up at him.

"Dammit!" he cussed.

I cocked an eyebrow up in inquisition.

Then I thought of what my mother always told me to do when seducing a man."Easy all you have to do is strut up your boobs, pout and bite your lower lip while touching him lightly on any upper part of his body."

I started by biting my lip and then strutting my chest higher, I moved closer to him to tentatively hold on to his arm.

"Keya...what—"

"Shhh..." I stopped him as I placed a finger over his lip.

Oh! Those lips felt so soft against my fingers, they made me wonder how softer they will be to feel on my lip.

He groaned on his throat at the contact of my hand and the sound was just so sexy. He was breathing in pants, which was good because this is what I had wanted. I moved my hand from his lips to trail it all the way to the back of his neck and I watched as he closed his eyes in a strain.

"Ke—"

Before he could finish, I gripped his neck and pulled him down towards me so that his face was mere inches from mine. I smirked when he gasped in surprise. His eyes sprang open as they searched mine. And we were locked in a gaze.

I trailed my fingers up to his amazing locks of sandy brown hair. And I revelled on how silky soft his hair felt against my hand. I stroked the longer locks before tightening my grip and fisting my hand on his hair.

This made him groan. He closed his eyes for a mere second before opening them again.

I glimpsed it. I saw the lust printed fully on those green orbs. It was crystal clear.

He wanted me that way? I danced and twirled a full on ballerina in my head, just knowing this.

This was what I had wanted to know; if he really wanted me? Now that I knew, well I planned to torture him.

I drew my face closer to him, invading his personal space that our noses were almost touching. He closed his eyes, his lips parting lightly in harsh pants.

Was he expecting me to kiss him? Just like I had expected him to kiss me earlier?

Well revenge is a b!tch.

I inched closer until our nose touched.

This was affecting me even more than I had expected. I really wanted to kiss him right now. But I had to withdraw. I had to.

And so before our lips could almost touch, I whispered to him.

"Yes, let's go and watch a movie." I pulled my hands away from his hair and neck and moved two meters away from him as I held in fits of laughter which were threatening to unleash themselves by just looking at his lost expression.

I couldn't hold it. I burst out laughing when his expression turned to downright confusion and I could see disappointment there too.

Two can play at this game, Kyle. I thought. Bet you don't think I'm inexperienced now.

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