Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 8 - Nic

Andreina pulled Nic over for a chat, and he wished he could do more than copy her accent and say pretty dumb shit.

She was hot enough to make his brain buffer, and he enjoyed their conversation. But he admittedly couldn't stop acknowledging how hot she was to actually pay attention to whatever the fuck they were talking about. She seemed cool, really cool, but could he switch up on Cierra just to be with her?

(Although if the opportunity came up to kiss her, Nic was doing it fully and intently. It was a fucking show, when would he ever have the opportunity to kiss Andreina again?)

Taylor and Olandria were glued to each other's hips for most of the night—not that Nic was tracking their every move. The more time they spent around each other, the more Nic could see them acting like a married couple. So close and comfortable, parenting Huda, having their own little inside jokes.

It made Nic hesitate when he caught Olandria alone at the table for once. Like an asshole approaching a married woman.

But married women could have guy friends, right?

"Olandria~" he called in his typical sing song, sauntering over to her.

She looked up and smiled at him. It always stunned him a bit how beautiful she was. "Nic~" she replied in the same sing-song tone.

"How you feeling?" He asked, pulling a chair up next to her, and turning his body to face her. His knees brushed against her (not on purpose, but not on accident either), and she didn't pull away from the touch.

"I think my brain is still tryna process if today was real," she admitted, and Nic laughed. "Like, Megan Thee Stallion has pictures of me in her phone, and I just gotta continue the rest of the day like it's normal."

"You held arms with her," he pointed.

She stared at her arms in awe. "I can't shower now."

"Ew," he giggled, and she smiled stupidly.

"I dunno, I just never thought I'd be this...abundant? I guess," she said with this pensive tone in her voice. He raised an eyebrow, nudging her knee to get her to continue. She turned to him, and that silly face looked a little more reflective. "Like. I grew up workin' my ass off. And I be out having fun now and then, but I'm always thinking about the long-term. I don't like to struggle, I don't want to struggle. So I work and work and work to get what I want."

Nic nodded, perching his hand on his chin to really soak in her words. She continued:

"I remember I got my first apartment?" She broke out into a big grin. "I just kept thanking God that I was able to do it! All my hard work, and I finally got something to show for it."

"Good job," he said softly

Olandria smiled, almost bashfully. "Thank you. But—the grind don't stop y'know. So...this opportunity? Knowing that I'm seen? That people recognize me and fuck with me?" She rubbed her chest, right over where her heart was, and he couldn't even begin to imagine how overwhelming happy she must've felt.

"I'm proud of you," Nic said in awe, and he really fucking meant it. He reached out to hug her, and she returned it easily. "I just met you and I'm so fucking proud of you, Olly." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Thank you," she replied with a squeeze. When they pulled away, she was still smiling big. "Man, I just got all soft on you!"

"You can do that anytime, I'll never complain!"

Olandria rubbed his arm, and he hoped she didn't notice the goosebumps break out on them.

"How was your talk with Andreina?"