Nathaniel Woodson lay on the couch of his apartment waiting for Kayla to show up. She was late again, but after knowing her for 12 years, he wasn't very surprised. At 23, he was used to all her little habits; which included being late to their movie night. As corny as it may had seemed, it was their tradition. He pushed back the bangs of his messy brown hair and closed his eyes and let his mind wonder. It went straight to thoughts of Kayla, as it often did. He remembered meeting her in the 5th grade when they were ten. He remembered being stuck to her like glue threw high school together. He'd watched her grow from a hyper active little black girl to a fully grown and intelligent young woman. Not to mention how sexy she had become. Standing at 5 ft. 7 to his 6 ft. 3, she had filled out in all the right places and as time had pasted it had become harder and harder not to notice. Nate let his mind drift to the image of the woman's body Kayla had acquired. He thought the full 36 c breast she'd grown and the full and curvy body she carried well. She wasn't a stick (a fact he found very appealing) and all her features suited her well. He thought about her full pink lips, her big brown eyes, her slender waist and the most perfect bottom he'd very had the pleasure to sneak glimpses at. Nate felt his cock start to gain life. Unconsciously, he slipped his left hand down his loose pajama pants and to his warm member. He continued to fantasize about Kayla as he stroked himself slowly. He pictured her soft mocha skin and her sleek black hair that feel on her shoulders. His left hand began to pick of speed. He was so lost in thought that when he heard the banging of someone at his door he nearly fell of the couch. Nate picked himself up and checked the door hole to see Kayla shifting her weight from foot to foot in the cold. He panicking about the thought of Kayla seeing his raging hard on, he ran to the kitchen and grabbed an apron. The banging became louder.
"Be there in a sec!" Nate yelled as he tried to cool himself off.
"Well hurry up Nate! I'm about to freeze out here!" Kayla yelled back.
Nate tried to think of anything to lose the hard on; Granny panties, dead dogs, puke; but it didn't help much. So he resorted throwing cold water from the tap over himself. He shivered and headed for the door.
"Why are you wet?" Kayla asked once inside.
"I was in the shower." Nate lied. He went to his bathroom and dried off. When he returned, Kayla was cozy on the couch in her slick pajama shorts & tank top. "This will be a long night." Nate thought to himself.
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