1. More Than A Muse?

Laying in the middle of the bed she let her head tilt back as the pleasure started to overcome her. Although the sight before him was both insanely distracting and arousing he attempted to keep his focus.

"Arch your back some more."

"Like this?" She moaned at the same time as complying with his order.

"Mhm, just like that. Keep doin' that." He smiled and adjusted himself whilst he moved the tripod across the concrete floor. "Turn to face me." Watching her move her head slightly, he directed the lens and zoomed in on her naked body.

"That better?"

"Perfect."

"How long 'til you come join me?" She shut her eyes slowly and breathed out feeling the effects of her teasing fingertips on herself.

"By the looks of it, not long. Keep goin' baby." Drake stepped away from the camera and rubbed himself as he continued to stare at her. The mewls escaping her lips were making him grow harder beneath the fabric of his pants. "Damn Nicki, you look so good."

"Oh God." She moaned out loudly.

"You almost there?" He asked seductively through a smile as he walked over to her. The movement of her hand had doubled in speed as she played with herself, her left hand making contact with her nipple whilst she brought her own body closer and closer to the brink of climax. Writhing around, trying to avoid her own touch as her toes curled and her knees remained raised and parted from one another.

"Mmmyeaah! I'm-" She stopped in order to groan. "I'm gonna cum!" Her brows were pushed together and her body tensed up in a state of pure ecstasy as a hot wave of pleasure began to wash over her trembling frame.

"Hold on Nicki, I don't want you to cum yet." He quickly moved over to the tripod and removed his camera from the straps before taking it over to her. She'd slowed down considerably and her breath was heavy but more controlled.

"I couldn't stop it, I tri-"

"Shh, it's okay." He smiled down at her panting body. "Gimme your hand."

"This one?" She smirked breathlessly knowing he meant the right one as he reached for it and licked off all traces of her sweet bodily fluids from her fingers.

"You taste so good." Shuffling closer to her spent body he trailed the camera up and down the length of her torso as she stretched her arms up above her head and lay them on the mattress lazily.

"You gon' finish off what I started?"

"You know it." Moving over the top of her he steadied himself on one arm, focusing the camera on her face.

"Don't." She frowned harshly and pushed the lens away from her well defined and glowing features.

"Don't what?"

"Stop pushin' it in my face like that. I'ont like it."

"Why not? You got a beautiful face." He stared down at her as she looked up at his glazed and reddned eyes.

"Turn it off." The tone of her voice let him know she wasn't playing. Doing as she said he turned it off and stopped filming before setting it on the sheets next to her head.

"Need a lil' somethin' to get you goin'?"

"No. I already told you I can't do that shit anymore."

"You wanna do this another time then?" He made sure to get the concern in his voice across to her and was thankful when she nodded. "Aight, I'll go get us somethin' to eat." Pushing himself up off of her he put away his equiptment and left her to get dressed. She just sat for a while as her head started to spin. This had gone way too far. Letting the sheets fall from her grip she stood up and took her naked self to bathroom and showered before re-dressing and joing Drake back upstairs. He was sat as if everything was normal, watching TV with a plate in his lap.

"Yours is in the kitchen." Turning back and looking at her he smiled. She really was beautiful.

"Thanks." She trapsed through and dished her takeout on to a plate before returning to the lounge and taking a seat on the armchair opposite him. He'd already noticed there was something wrong.

"You okay?"

"I can't do this anymore, Drake." She tried to avoid his glazed eyes as she peered down at the rice on her plate, which suddenly didn't look so delicious anymore.

"You mean the whole tape thing?"

"Everything!" Her loud answer was responded to with silence as he sat forward and pulled a plastic bag from his pant pocket. "Seriously? I'm sat here trynna tell you what's up and you're just gonna act like I'm not speakin' and get high?" She scoffed dramatically and threw her plate on to the coffee table between them. He didn't even flinch. "Fuck this shit!" Upon reaching the doorway she felt his strong grip on her wrist.

"Don't go."

"Why?" She yelled as she snatched her hand from his grasp. "I can't do this anymore Aubrey, it's completely fucked up!"

"You're my best friend, please stay?" Even though his eyes were glossy, red and halfway shut she couldn't ignore her friend's plea.

"That's exactly why it's so messed up. You're my friend, not my husband or my boyfriend or even an ex! You're like my brother and we're fucking around for this project of yours? It's so wrong." She softened her voice, listening to the facts spoken aloud made it sound even worse.

"What's wrong with us?" He asked miserably and ran his hand roughly over his face before slumping on to the arm of the chair.

"There's nothing wrong with us, babe. Just what we're doing." Sitting herself next to him she reconnected their hands and pulled the bag of marijuana from him.

They'd been best friends for years, nothing more and nothing less. As late teens however, they continued to find themselves in lust of one another. The sexual tension was too great to ignore, so they chose not to ignore it and now as young adults they still seemed to fall into the same situations. Only now it was different. Their circumstances had taken a sickening turn, which Nicki blamed on their occasional experimentation of various drugs and the project Drake was working on. A tape compiled of various sexual acts performed in his basement, all in the name of his erotic film-making debut. When he asked Nicki he never imagined she'd say yes but getting the answer he sought after, he didn't question her. Their little secret had become more difficult to hide when Nicki experienced a pregnancy scare and her husband started to notice marks on her. Marks of passion that weren't from his touch. The physical relationship they shared was one neither could explain. Only that it was as torturous as an addiction. Both loved the feeling the other gave them but at the same time it had damaging effects and no matter how hard they tried to call it quits, one would always fall weak at the knees and relapse. This was no love affair though and that's what scared Nicki so much. It was pure lust that pulled them together. Or so they thought. Could it be that it was love disguised as lust? Strong and undamagable feelings warped by their fear of acknowledging the blatantly obvious?

"Nicki?"

"What?" She turned to look at him, the confusion evident in her stunningly brown eyes.

"I asked you if Max knew you was here?"

"Are you kidding me? No. He doesn't." She sighed sadly and looked down. She was deeply ashamed of her infidelity but had Max been a more admirable husband maybe she wouldn't look elsewhere for satisfaction and better yet, affection. She recieved both of those when she was with Drake but she'd never experienced the feeling of being loved. Only the love her Mother had for her and the love her baby boy had for her. But never love from a man. Her encounters with Drake were purely sexual, he'd occasionally kiss on her neck and other areas of her body but their lips had never been locked in whirl of passion. Not even a peck.

"You think he suspects somethin'?"

"No, he hardly notices my existence anyway." She trailed off feeling herself becoming emotional. "Look I left Mica with my Mom, I better go." She stood up quickly so as not to let him witness her in such a vulnerable state. He had of course seen her like that but only on his terms and never emotionally vulnerable, like she was now.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He spoke to her back as she clung to his apartment door. She desperately wanted to say no but who was she kidding? She knew just as well as he did that she couldn't stay away.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."



To be continued....Maybe...