Demetri & Maiya (Part 5b)

Here is the rest of part 5b. I hope you guys like story.

When Demetri emerged from the bathroom, Maiya was not in her bedroom. He went into the spare room and found a pair of his jeans and a t-shirt in the closet. After putting on the pants he walked barefoot into the kitchen to find her preparing breakfast. He stopped at the doorway to watch her move around in her pink and white pajama bottoms, white tank top, and her pink fuzzy slippers. Smiling to himself, all he could think was this girl does love her pink.

She was bending over pulling out eggs and bacon from the refrigerator and all he could do was admire the view she presented. Nice, round ass sitting under a curvaceous waist, leading up to the softest, roundest breasts he ever had the pleasure of tasting and teasing. He was getting hard just thinking about it. He walked up behind her and put his hands on her waist, just to feel her; he had to touch her. Maiya jumped, not expecting him to be behind her considering she didn’t hear him come into the kitchen.

Maiya came out of the fridge into Demetri’s arms. That felt good. “Good morning. Are you hungry?” she asked.

“You do realize that is a loaded question, right?”

Laughing, she responded, “for breakfast you perv.”

“Again, you do realize that is a loaded question?” He grabbed the bacon and eggs from her hands, he kissed her on her neck and told her to go sit, and he’d make breakfast. “Could you grab my jacket from the counter for me babe. I don’t want to get it messed up.”

Picking his jacket up, a piece of paper fell from the inside pocket and she bent to pick it up. “Demetri?” After washing his hands, he turned from the sink to see what she needed, and saw the napkin in her hands.

“Why do you have Sonja’s phone number in your pocket? Is there something going on I should know about?” This was not something she wanted to know about. She saw the way Sonja flirted with Demetri last night, but she didn’t think, even though Sonja was more of his type of woman, that he’d want anything to do with her. They just spent last night making love, at least that’s how she saw it. Was this only sex to Demetri? Was he just “testing the waters” with her, biding his time, until he could call Sonja? Or did he just want to have casual sex with his best friend of twelve years? What had she gotten herself into?

“She stuffed it in my pocket last night while I was waiting for the valet. I didn’t ask for it.”

“So, you are going to call her then?”

Demetri could not believe she would ask him that question. After what they just shared, did she honestly believe he would want anything to do with Sonja? Standing before her in the kitchen, he was speechless.

“I see. So I can take your silence as a yes.” This was not a question, he soon realized too late. “Could you lock the door on your way out?” With that, she turned and laid the jacked across the kitchen table, napkin on top, grabbed her extra car keys from the wall near the back door, and left. Demetri stood in her kitchen first confused that she could really believe he would want anyone else after their night of love-making, then angry that she would just leave and not fight for what she wanted, in her pajamas no less; unless it meant more to him than it did to her. He decided he wasn’t leaving until they talked and he’d wait there, as long as it took, until she got back home.

He put the food back in the refrigerator and waited in her living room on the couch.

Maiya cried all the way to Sharon’s house. She kept telling herself she would not cry, but it hurt so much. She couldn’t have misjudged his feelings for her, she felt he enjoyed their time together, but maybe that was all it was. Enjoyment. Sex. Maybe, he really did want Sonja, the one more like his future, his wife. With that thought, the first tear fell, because Maiya wanted to be his future, his wife.

Sharon wasn’t expecting company this morning, so when she saw Maiya pull up into the drive, she grew curious; especially when she opened her door and girlfriend had on pajamas and the worse look on her face. She couldn’t be this broken up over Michael so what could make her come over like this. One guess – Demetri.

“Come on in and let me give you a hug, and then you tell me all about it.”

“Oh, Sharon, what am I going to do?” She walked into Sharon’s open arms and cried in the foyer.

Ten minutes later, after Maiya had calmed down and they were seated in the kitchen; Maiya spilled everything out to Sharon. Well, maybe she would keep the little tidbit about not using a condom to herself. No need to turn this into a “lack of responsibility” talk.

“Sharon, he couldn’t even answer my question, or maybe he wouldn’t answer my question. And why did he have that slut’s number anyway? He could have thrown it away, if he really had no intention of calling her. I am so confused right now, what should I do.” After this last fit, Maiya dropped her head in her hands and took a deep breath.

Sharon just thought to herself these two are really made for each other.

“Maiya, let me make sure I understand what you are telling me here. First, you tell me he stuck so close to you last evening at the reception that anyone looking on would know he was your man. Second, you guys make love, your words mind you, and I could tell by the way you talked about it the man put it on you. Good. Finally, you find another woman’s phone number in his jacket and when he tells you what happened, what you forget that this is your best friend you just had this incredible evening with and now he’s going to start lying to you about it?

Come on Maiya, how long have you guys known each other? Twelve years, and in all that time, have you ever doubted anything about Demetri?”

“Well, no, but you know how he is with women. You’ve seen his type, and I am not it.”

“Then why would you sleep with him? How do you feel about him? And you don’t have to be honest with me, I’m just family, but you need to be honest with yourself. Cause from where I’m sitting, you are sounding jealous, and what do you have to be jealous of, if you don’t love him?”

After Sharon’s little speech, all the wind was blown right out of Maiya’s anger sails. Was she in love with him. Yes. She knew she was, but she was hoping he felt the same way.

“So Maiya, are you going to tell him how you feel, or are you going to stay here, sucking up my Sunday?”

“Girl, that is why I love you. You really know how to put the fact that you want some piece and quiet into perspective.” Laughing they hugged and then Maiya remembered she told him to leave.

“Oh no Sharon, I told him to lock the door after he left. I have to find him and tell him I’m going to fight for him, for my man.”

“So, he’s your man now, is he?” Shaking her head, Sharon thought to herself again, these two really belong together.

Grabbing her keys and heading to the front door, Maiya yelled over her shoulder, “I’ll call you later and tell you what’s going on.”

“Don’t bother. If it works out how I think it will, you won’t have time to call me for a few days.”
Maiya started the car, and while backing out of the driveway her only thoughts were getting to Demetri’s house and telling him that she loved him.