“Ew,” Ann heard the disgust in Ben’s voice, “she is not my girlfriend o please.”

He was talking to a lady who sold cold drinks, they wanted to buy bottles of coke.

He could have just said, “no”. Was she really that disgusting? She asked herself but laughed nervously instead.

“I know right?” she laughed, “two of us together? Disgusting.”

Ben gave an exaggerated gasp and placed his right hand on his chest, to show his faux heartbreak which caused Ann to burst into laughter.

Ann enjoyed spending time with Ben, he made her laugh and she loved it. Her friends thought she spent too much time with him. What do they know? They have never had a male best friend before.

All they had were boyfriends, and those weren’t special, her best friendship was.

Free from commitment, from the boyfriend and girlfriend issues, free from all that love stuff. All they needed was some food and each other, and they had fun.

“Benjy my guy, how fa now?” His friend called.

“Ah, Ferdinand, I de come,” he turned to Ann, “Anny, just take the drinks in, I’ll be there soon,” he winked at her.

“Sure,” she replied, trying to hide her blush, she loved the cute name he called her, ‘Anny’.

He won’t take long, she knew he missed her company. He sent her a message on WhatsApp that morning, about how much he missed kissing her.

She knew staying away for a little while would make him miss her, although, she hated the idea of always being available whenever he called.

She had just finished changing into something more comfortable, when he walked in and hugged her.

Aw, she loved when he got cute, it bothered her that he only got this way indoors, but again, they were not dating.

“God! You smell amazing,” he breathed in her scent through her neck, still hugging her.

His face moved from her neck to her face, his gaze was on her lips, and she trembled at the intensity of it.

“I’ve thought about kissing you all day,” his voice barely a whisper and his hug tightened.

Ann bit her lips in anticipation as she tried to avoid his passionate gaze.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” She whispered back.

“Because you were avoiding me,” he smirked at her, “weren’t you?”

“No!” She blushed and looked away.

He held her chin and turned her face to his, “don’t look away.”

She lowered her eyes from his, powerless to look away again.

“And don’t do that,” his face came down to meet hers, “you tease me too much.”

His lips attacked hers with the hunger she longed for and his hands which hugged her waist, pulled her even closer to him.

Her hands embraced his neck, as if he was her anchor to existence.

His hands travelled from her waist to her neck and choked her lightly, he felt his heart pound as she moaned into his kiss.

Their tongues danced an intimate celestial waltz, guiding themselves to a place with no restraints.

Where they could be free from self-scrutiny and explore the feelings trapped within them.

Their lips disentangled for a moment to take off their shirts, Ann drank in his lean, muscular frame, she loved looking at him.

“Stop staring,” his voice was low and filled with desire, “come here”, he dragged her to him and smiled against her lips.

He sucked in her bottom lip and again his pulse quickened as he felt her nipples harden against his chest.

He lifted her, held her by her thighs and placed her on the bed.

Reaching under her skirt, he realized that she was nude, he loved how naughty she got for him.

He closed his eyes as his fingers danced in her wetness, how does kissing get her so wet so fast?

He bent his head to taste her exposed nipples, which had been staring invitingly at him.

She held his head in place, enjoying his warm mouth on her. Her legs kicked away his shorts as she could not wait for him to be inside her.

She captured his lips and drank in his moans as she moved her waist to match his movements, both savoring the familiar feeling of ecstasy that engulfed them.

Nothing really beats your best friend’s dick.

Ann stared at Ben, he was doing the dishes and singing. He always sang after they had sex. She didn’t dare think it was because of her, maybe he sang when he slept with other ladies too?

Her fists involuntarily clenched and she undid it quickly. This again? Feelings of jealousy.

She had to get over this, they were just friends enjoying each other, nothing else.

“So, this is going to sound so cliché,” she looked up at Ben after he spoke.

He wasn’t looking at her and wasn't washing the dishes either.

“But I have always wanted to ask this.”

“Anny, what are we?”

What?