Pushing Boundaries Ch. 04

Vibrations woke Deina from her peaceful rest. Sleep was fogging up her brain but she recognized her surroundings, she was in David's room. Memories of the previous night rushed back to her. If her dark skin could show that she was blushing she just might be beat red. How had they crossed the proverbial line of friendship into the unknown territory? Deina tried to stretch to clear her mind, but her hand hit something hard.

A groan came from behind her. David wasn't awake yet but her movement caused him to shift. In a sleep induced state he reached across Deina and pulled her closer to him and laid his cheek against hers. Now she knew what a teddy bear being smothered felt like, it was comfortable and cozy next to David but they had to get up. When she tried to rise he just held her closer and buried his face against her neck. His morning stubble tickled her neck and that tingling feeling stole over her once again.

"Dave, we have to get up. Wakey, wakey, babe." She twisted in his grasp to look at him. Bad idea, David's eyes stared right back at her. Those sea green pools looked at her with an emotion she didn't recognize every seeing before from him. Those magnetic sea green eyes pulled her towards him, she couldn't help herself. His freshly awaken face was beautiful in the morning glow. His features were calm and relaxed as he smiled wearily like a man content with life.

Without hesitation she titled her head upwards and kissed his lips softly. Kissing wasn't her area of expertise but she didn't really have a choice. There was something about David that drew her to him not a magnetic pull per say but a natural response to his spirit that called to hers. And there is no going against nature, so there was no going against David either.

Her lips felt like satin covered cotton balls, so soft. David wasn't really sure where he stood with Deina. Was she submitting to him, finally? Either way he wasn't going to miss the opportunity of waking up to her warm body beside him and her soft lips on his was paradise. Maybe he was dreaming? It wouldn't be the first time that he dreamed of waking up with her in his arms. When he felt her dig her fingers through his hair, he almost lost it.

In an attempt not scare her away or kill this dream to early he lightly cupped her cheek and kissed her back gently. Sparks tingled from where David was touching her, his touch was gentle but burned her skin at the same time. His lips felt like butterfly wings barely grazing her lips, promising more.

What started off as a beautiful light intimate moment turned aggressive when Deina got tired of his feather kisses when a craving deep with in her demanded more. She tangled her fingers in his thick black locks and forced his lips toward her own. Fuck it David thought, he grabbed the back of her head and put everything he felt into his kiss, everything he had felt for her since they were kids. It was aggressive and passionate; he wanted Deina to remember this forever, to know that he was the only man that could make her feel this way.

David sucked on her bottom lip, begging for entrance into her mouth. Her slight little moans of pleasure were fueling the flames to his own passion; he loved the little noises she was making. Deina was having a hard time thinking straight, shocks of pleasure raced through her body and settled in between her legs, stocking a fire in her belly with every single kiss and brush of his finger tips.

Deina couldn't stay still. Her body was craving closer contact but she wasn't sure how she could get any closer to David then she already was without literally climbing into his skin with him. She fidgeted along side of him in bed, her brushed her leg along side his. Deina couldn't have made this anymore perfect; she might not have known how to give her body what it was demanding but David knew exactly what her body needed. Without pause he slipped his thigh in between her legs and rocked it gently against her mound, a small high pitched screech escaped her throat. She never wore underwear to bed so the rough fabric of her pants ground against her pussy roughly, creating an intense friction that she had never felt before. There was no way to escape the pressure his thigh was creating between her legs and even if she could she wouldn't want to resist.

On her gasp of pleasure he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her delicate mouth. At first taste he was shocked. She didn't taste like chocolate at all, she tasted like citrus fruit. Like tangerines, lemons, and the sweetest grape fruit all wrapped into one delicious little package. A growl escaped his throat, his control snapped; he delved into her mouth with abandon. No area of her mouth went untouched by his tongue. He mimicked what his cock wanted to do to her pussy with his tongue.

His tongue was literally fucking her mouth and she thought she was losing her mind with how good it felt. The pressure of David's leg combined with his tongue was too much to take anymore. Deina rocked her pussy against David's leg hoping that it would relieve some of the pressure but it stocked the fire even more. By now she was so wet she knew he would be able to feel the moisture against his leg. It should have been embarrassing that she was so wet that she was probably leaking on his leg but at the moment the only thing that mattered was how good he was making her feel.

Deina's moans were getting louder as she rocked against David's thigh. "That's it Dee, come on baby girl give it to me." He wanted Dee cumming for him but before he could act on that plan her alarm went off. That little vibrating phone broke through their revere.

"We...should...umm..., we need to get up and jog." Deina stuttered wrenching herself from his grasp and getting out of his bed.

"Dee, what the hell? Come back here." David reached out to grab her and force her back into bed with him but she side stepped him with the ease of a dancer. Why was Deina acting like nothing had just happened between them? Whenever he thought he was getting some where with her she put up her boundaries and hid behind them.

"Can't, we don't have time." She uttered while putting on her shoes. "See you in fifteen minutes outside." And with that she climbed out the window towards her own house.

What the fuck had just happened? David flopped back on his bed, all these boundaries that Deina had up was driving him crazy. One minute she was hyperventilating for him and the next she was running away. His dick was getting a headache from all of this, it didn't know whether to be up, down, or if it was better to be twisted into a pretzel from the way she was driving him crazy. God he had blue balls from their morning session.

David got up, no reason sitting around; he had ten minutes to meet Deina outside. He dressed quickly and saw Deina standing outside waiting. Neither of them said a word as they jogged a mile around the neighborhood. She barely even glanced at him, but he stared at her the whole entire time. He knew under that long sleeved shirt of hers she had on a criss-cross sports bra, that he had seen many times before.

All he could think about was how that body had felt against his. He watched her butt as she ran and could only think of how it had felt in his hands only thirty minutes ago. Every, movement she made was like a slow seduction; the swing of her hips as she jogged, the slight bounce of her breast with every step, the way her hair shifted with the wind and her shallow breathes reminded him of how she had moaned for him. Even the flex of her calf muscles as she took every step was a reminder of sex. This was driving him insane.

She could feel his eyes on her and it was unsettling to say the least. Running never felt so sexual but she had promised and no matter what happened they were still friends and she had to honor her promise.

When they finished their run, Deina didn't even hesitate with her foot steps to give David a chance to ask her any questions. She went straight to her house not even missing a beat. Instead of confused David was angry not just angry but pissed off. How could she just pretend that not more than an hour ago they had been lip locking and grouping like the horny teenagers they were?

What was her problem? Never in all the years that he had known Deina did she just blatantly ignore him or anyone for that matter. If anything, she couldn't stop that fast mouth of hers from spewing out whatever it was she had to say. That's what he had loved about her for so long, she wasn't the type to just let things fester or go unresolved. It was starting to grate on his nerves how aloof she was acting to the whole situation; he knew she had felt something even if she wouldn't admit it.

David walked back to his house and thought back to when they were kids and everything was a lot simpler back then. David had been horribly upset that his parents had made the whole family move from Italy to the United States when he was younger. He was no longer closer to his grandma, his cousins or any of his friends. They were in a strange country that was nothing like Italy, there were no sandy beaches, no nice smiling faces, and there was no family close by to run to. David's parents could explain to him all they wanted that the American company that his dad worked for need him in their head quarts in America. It was the same company that had brought his dad to Italy from America in the first place but he didn't care. They were just moving in to there new house and David had declared his defiance by sitting in his soon to be room pouting.

Deina's mother was the talkative type, which was an exact match to David's own mother who instantly fell in love with Deina's family as soon as she met them. Both Deina and David's fathers were engineers so they shared a common interest that soon budded into a mutual friendship. Their family had come over with a plate of cookies as a "welcome to the neighborhood gesture." David hid in his room when the new people arrived not wanting to acknowledge their generosity. Deina was no better; she hid behind her mothers legs, to shy to meet her new neighbors.

Their parents announced that they would all be eating dinner together as a celebration of their new friendship. It was the first time David and Deina had met one another. The first time little Deina and David saw each other, was a source of comic fixation for years to come. Deina was fascinated with the little boy's dark hair and green eyes, David was also amazed at the little American. She had dimples and the most interesting skin color, it was a mocha color brown but seemed like it had a golden glow to it.

David decided right then and there that not all Americans were bad. He had been excepting a blue eyed blonde haired boy who would want to play baseball with him or something, not a small shy black girl.

He grabbed her hand and led her to the dinner table like they had been friends forever, instead of meeting for the first time. Shy little Deina willingly let David grab her hand and lead her where ever he wanted without fear. Their parents silently watched the two of their kids interact and laughed to themselves. It would be a joke for years to come about their "love at first" experience and their mothers would forever bicker over the dowry price for Deina as a joke.

How had they gone from instinctual attraction to barely speaking and awkward interactions? That little girl who had been to shy to meet ne people he had known had morphed right in front of him and he missed the whole thing. Instead of the girl who was to shy to meet new people but still acted like a tomboy she had become his beautiful and feisty best friend.

David marched into his house up to his room, more confused and angry then ever before. So many questions ran through his mind. Where had the time gone? When had his feelings for her changed? How had they gone from being the best of friends who told each other everything to barely being able to get through a conversation without things getting awkward? Why the hell was she avoiding him and the attraction that was so strong that even the people around them would be burned by the intense heat between the two of them?

Harboring over Deina and the situation wasn't helping anything. Trying to get her out of his thoughts he took a shower to try and wash his thoughts away. Whatever game or walls Deina had he wasn't going to be deterred by her issues.

Deina thought she might hyperventilate. David had always been the type to get whatever or who ever he wanted but his attraction had never been geared towards her and it was starting to become very unsettling. His green gaze was so intense the whole time they were running, she thought he had the power to burn her from the inside out.

Admittedly she had been attracted to her best friend since she hit thirteen years old. But, once they entered high school and he started dating everything that walked and had breast she promised her self she would never get involved with David. Every girl he dated left with a broken heart and her panties in her hand. It wasn't that David was misogynistic, he just never wanted to get serious with any of them and that was the end of every relationship. Never would she date David and get her heart broken and her best friend taken away from her forever. She wasn't going to be another stereotypical girl who would be crying herself silly over him.

To this moment she could still feel David's thigh between her legs and lips on hers. Her clit was still sensitive from there morning grope, which made running uncomfortable. With every step she was becoming progressively more turned on and the feeling of David's eyes on her back made things even more heated. When they made back towards their houses she knew she had to get back to her house immediately. So without even a glance back she ran home, not saying a word to him.

It was getting harder to deny David when he was so damn persistence. When your best friend is gorgeous and trying to get into your pants he has every base covered; emotionally, physically, and mentally he knew how she ticked. Where it would take guys weeks and months to break down her barriers, it only took David seconds and he barely had to say anything at all. All he had to do was look at her or say her name and every wall and boundary she had put up came crumbling at her feet.

Deina tried pushing her thoughts and feelings away, and get ready for school. She hurried through her normal routines, pulling on a winter skirt, lace up boots and a white sweater. Then headed to her car hoping the pressure of school would distract her from her best friend and if she was lucky she could dodge seeing him at school. Luck would not be on her side though, because David was there when Deina stepped outside her door. Leaning against her car, arms crossed, looking as if he had been waiting for her forever.

Her heart plummeted to her stomach. What was he doing looking so relaxed against her car, when she was wound up so tight? His persistence started off as endearing but now his cool demeanor was starting to grate on her nerves. Why was she the only one who was visibly shaken by what was going on between them?

She couldn't stop herself from storming over to where David leaned against her car. "What the heck?"

"What? You thought I could drive my car with crutches?"

"Crutches?" she asked quizzically.

David bent down to pick up the crutches at his feet, which she hadn't even seen. For a moment she felt bad for him and then he started talking again.

"So are we going to get to school or what?" All sympathy was erased.

"Hobble your ass into the car and we might make it on time." Her anger returned with full force; he was such an arrogant prick.

"I love it when you sass me." He sighed happily, like she had just professed her love to him. He took his crutches and bag and set it in her car, climbing into the passenger side.

"Who the heck says sass any more, you crazy Italian." She grumbled underneath her breath. Just another annoying thing about their friendship, her insults or anger was never taken seriously by David. He thought of them as endearing expression, which grated on her nerves. She was itching for a fight and he would never take the bait. Her anger was palpable now, when she climbed in the car and had to sit so close to him.

For a long time they drove in silence not mentioning this morning or anything else for that matter. David had let a little of his anger cool off from this morning but he still wanted to get things straight with Deina. With a heavy sigh he dove right into the topic.

"Deina, when are you going to let me into your panties so we can quill this sexual tension?" he only half joked.

"When the African American community realizes that Tupac is dead, and the white community admits that Elvis died and the two build a support commit for each other." Although he was trying to be serious, he couldn't help but laugh at her sense of humor.

"I can have that arranged."

"You're an idiot"

"Your idiot, if you would just say yes." He said with all seriousness etched in his face.

She really hated to lie but the situated was getting too heated and she only saw one way out. "Am not attracted to you David."

For a split second there was absolute silence in the car. Then the booming laughter of David's deep voice filled the interior of her little bug car. It was happy laughter, but sarcastic hated filled laughs. Deina rarely lied and now he knew why, she was horrible at it.

"Sei sicuro? Because this morning I clearly remember exploring that sweet mouth of yours and all I heard coming from you were moans. My boxers still have a wet spot on them from when you were rocking your pussy against my leg." David's words were meant to hurt. How dare she deny what happened between them.

"It was purely a biological reaction!" She shouted. Deina was becoming flustered. She didn't want to talk about her wanton behavior or how good it had felt.

"Tesoro, there is no term in biology for what I wanted to do to you this morning."

"I am not your treasure, don't start with that Italian crap, I've been around your family long enough to know what you're saying." She was boiling by this point. He was staying so calm, cool and collected while she was two seconds from crashing the car into something just so that he would shut up.

David put his hand on Deina's thigh while she was driving and gently stroked her smooth skin. "Bambino, you can deny your attraction to me all you want, but your body will always tell the truth."

"Remove your hand from my thigh before your hip isn't the only thing that is broken." She growled out between clenched teeth. His touch was restocking the flame that hadn't completely died out this morning.

"Okay." David removed his hand from her thigh and instead slid it to the conjuncture of her thighs.

Deina jumped in her seat, almost crashing into the car in front of her. David's touch was like electricity, flowing from his finger tips straight through her whole entire body making her thighs tremble slightly. Taking her shock as an opportunity David used the moment to gently stroke the crease in her panties. He could feel the heat emanating from her, and if he wasn't mistaken he could feel her getting wet. How she could deny wanting him was unfathomable.

She was trembling; she knew it and she was pissed because she couldn't stop her body. A part of her wanted to beg for him to rub her harder but her pride got in her way. With fast reflexes she swerved her little car into a parking space, effectively knocking David to the side of the car and his hand from between her legs. She was gripping the wheel so tight he was afraid she was going to break it.

"Don't you ever do that again."