I Think I’m In Love With My Best Friend (Part Four) by Natalie Sadé



“Hello?” I said into the phone. I was standing in my walk-in closet pondering what to wear for my date with Doogie. When the phone rang, I snatched it up thinking it was Lea, my other best friend. I had texted her 911 telling her I had some tea to spill that required our oath of secrecy and non-judgment.

“Why the fuck—” His voice boomed through the phone making me take the device from my ear and stare at it momentarily.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” I interjected.

“You going on a date, Amena?” Chris asked in a parental tone. I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and flopped down on my bed.

“Why?” I asked instead of the question I should have been asking which was, if I blocked you why would you use someone else’s phone to call me.

“We just broke up and you already goin’ on dates and shit? Ya sneaky ass probably been fuckin’ around,” he accused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but—”

“I’m talking about you being at a card game with the same nigga I told you I wasn’t feeling. I’m talking about you going on a date with that nigga. Say it’s a lie,” he demanded.

I knew him well enough to know he was pacing the floor, eyes stern, jaw clenched. A piece of me felt guilty. I could hear the pain in his voice, and because I once was in love with him, I never wanted to hurt him. Then I thought about how loyal I had been to him. How he abused my love for him and took advantage of it by cheating on me. 

“Speak Amena!” he roared.

My voice was calm as I replied. “I don’t know who told you that but—”

“My cousin Bianca. Now say she’s lying?”

“She’s not,” I said boldly. Chris was quiet. I knew he was taken aback by my frankness.

“Yo’ hoe ass been fuckin’ that nigga. I told you I didn’t trust that situation! That’s why you left me at the first sign of trouble,” he replied. Chris had never been able to take accountability for his actions.

“The first sign? You think cheating on me was the first sign?” I seethed.

“I loved you, Amena, but I could never take our shit serious because I knew you was fuckin’ him. You geeked over a nigga that was trying to fuck my cousin before yo’ gullible ass got there,” he retorted.

That burned. Even though when I arrived at Todd’s Doogie and I were just friends, I didn’t like that shit being thrown in my face. I wanted to tell Chris that Doogie and I weren’t together then but what was the point?

Plus, my mind was now on Doogie and Bianca, and if he was with her today. I wondered if Doogie was serious about me or if I was just something to do.

Chris chuckled. “Yo’ ass feel dumb now, huh?”

“Nah, I was texting my man back,” I lied. “Did you have anything else to say? I need to get ready for our date.”

“Bitch I will—” I hung up before he could finish his threat.

I sat on the bed for a minute contemplating on if I should even go out with Doogie. Then I thought about how excited I was before Chris called.

“Don’t let him ruin this,” I said to myself. “Doogie won’t lie to you. Just ask him about Bianca.”


“What do you want from me, Doogie?” Amena asked. We were at a steakhouse sitting in a booth side by side; the scent of her perfume lured me to her and made me want to taste her skin. Amena wore a burgundy wraparound dress that hugged her body and six-inch heels that elongated her toned legs.

I stared into her eyes and my heart pounded against my chest. I knew her so well that I knew the question behind the question. She wanted to make sure I was truly in this and that I wasn’t going to hurt her. 

“I just want you, Amena. I’m never going to hurt you or lead you on. I have too much love and respect for you. I would never have let things go where they did last night if I didn’t want all of you. What do you want?”

“To…be able to submit to you. It’s hard to do that with men these days because y’all be on bullshit and will leave us looking dumb,” she told me.

“You haven’t experienced me, Mena, so don’t include me in that,” I corrected her. She looked up at me with that look in her eyes. The one where she knew she had been proven wrong but was too stubborn to admit it. As she sipped her Merlot, I took a swig of my D’usse.

“I…I just. You know what I mean,” she finally replied.

“I have fears just like you do. I know you just got outta something so I wanna give you time to get over that shit,” I told her.

“I’m over him,” she said with an eye roll.

“That quick?” I questioned through furrowed brows.

“He called today,” she informed me.

“Oh yea? For what?”

“Apparently Bianca, chick at Todd’s,” Amena said, eyeing me skeptically.

“Yea, I remember,” I said. I picked up the knife to cut a piece of the bread in the center of the table.

“Well they’re cousins,” she replied, taking the knife from me and cutting it properly.

“Damn, for real?” I asked. She buttered my bread and handed it to me on one of the saucers.

“Yea, and she told him that I was there with you and we were going on a date. I don’t even know how she—”

“Man,” I said, sitting back in my seat. “Me and Todd went to Annie’s for lunch. I talked to him about it,” I told her, sliding the saucer to her. She liked the soft insides of the bread while I liked the toasted top and bottom.

“What’d you say?” she asked, filling her mouth with my leftovers.

“Finish your story,” I said. I had no problem answering Amena’s question, but I wanted to hear what happened between her and Chris first.

“He called trying to check me. Talkin’ about he never trusted our friendship and I was probably fucking with you the whole time, and that’s why he could never give me his all,” she recounted.

“And you believe that shit?” I asked calmly, even though fire coursed through my veins. I wanted to say more but I was too playa for that. I wasn’t about to down talk him to get her; I didn’t need to.

“Hell no! Do I look stup—”

“Cool,” I said, cutting her off. I only needed to know that she wasn’t falling for that. We were silent for a moment. “Are you done done, Mena? Or do you need time?” I asked in reference to Chris.

“I’m done, Doogie. We were breaking up before we actually broke up so…what he did was just the push I needed to officially end it. Is something going on with you and Bianca?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Hell no. I met her last night. But it was nothing like that,” I told her. “You know what I was on that night.” I smirked as thoughts of us ran across my mind. I knew she was reliving those moments too. “Todd picked the meetup spot when we went to lunch. I didn’t even know she worked there,” I further explained.

“Okay,” she replied with a smile. “I just wanted to get everything out in the open,” she said. I took a moment to study everything about Amena: her facial expression, the way she was sitting, the way she held her hands.

“Why you looking at me like that?” she asked with a slight chuckle.

“My bad,” I said, running my hand down my face.

“What’s on your mind, Doogie Wayne? I know you only do that when you’re trying to figure something out.”

“I just don’t want us to start some shit, then you get confused and…”

“I wouldn’t do that to you. Don’t even play with me like that,” she replied.

“So we gon’ try this?” I asked, placing my hand on her lap.

“See Doogie,” she said and readjusted in the seat. “It can’t be that. You’re my best friend and I’m not trying to lose you for shit. So it can’t be let’s try, we gotta really do it. Or…leave it alone.”

“We gon’ do this shit, Mena,” I told her. She blushed and lowered her head. I lifted it by her chin and kissed her deep. When she moaned and placed her hand on my thigh, my dick jumped.

“Down boy,” she joked, “I got you later.”

I laughed. “Man you crazy as hell.”

The waitress came back with our food and after grace we slipped into a comfortable silence as we ate.

“What was you tellin’ Todd?” she finally asked.

“Yo’ ass don’t forget shit,” I said with a chuckle.

“Ever,” she said, reaching over to dig in my mac and cheese with her fork.

“That I’m feeling you, Mena,” I said, taking a bite of the beef rib. “That I want this to be something.” She smiled, leaned against me and licked the barbeque sauce off my lip. Then she rested her head on my shoulder. I kissed her temple and we resumed eating.


Hours later, we were in the center of her bed, lips locked, as I dug deep inside of her wet tunnel. I left her lips and planted sloppy wet kisses along her neck, stopping to suck on her skin and leaving a trail of passion marks as I continued to penetrate the depths of her.

“Oh my god,” she cooed. I gripped her hair, hammering into her as the sounds of our lovemaking echoed through the bedroom. Her body locked and her vagina pulsated as her essence rained down on me.

I fought to continue to deliver consistent strokes until I climaxed too. Fatigued, I rested my body on hers as our hearts danced against our chests. Sweat glistened our bodies and a feeling of euphoria floated in, out and around us.

Reluctantly, I pulled myself off of Amena and climbed out of the bed. She sat up with a look of confusion on her face.

“Are you leaving?” she asked me.

“No,” I laughed, “I gotta get something out of my pants pocket,” I told her. I walked through the apartment, naked, heading to the living room.

When I returned, I climbed in bed beside Amena and handed her the little white envelope that read, I enjoyed you. I would like the opportunity to tell you how much I enjoyed you, and to enjoy you again. But maybe we can start with dinner…

She smiled. “So those were my flowers at Momma’s house.”

“You know I wasn’t going to buy her no more.” I chortled, still out of breath from the heights exploring her body forced me to climb.

She set the note on her nightstand and climbed on top of me.

“Thank you,” she said, kissing me long and hard. She began to trail kisses around my collarbone. “I will go get them,” she paused and let out a sexy whimper as she slid down my shaft. “Tomorrow,” she said, rocking into me.

**The End**

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