My eyes became wide enough as they stare at him. He grabbed the back of my hair while trying to move me to a better position. A position where he could finish what he started. His mouth held on to mine for as long it could. Not only was hot but the lad was a terrific kisser. I wasn't thinking straight in that fleeting moment. The sweetness of what he was doing made me lose control of myself, I quickly moved down one of my hands and grabbed the side of his waist whereas, my other hand circled his neck and tried to press him even closer to my mouth.Thank goodness, I have not started cooking or it could have become a disaster. Yes, that was true because the food could have gotten burnt.All the yearning to grab him closer to me, all the desire to kiss him even deeper were all unfolding. I pushed him gently to one of the kitchen cabinets. He rested his head by the side while I went on the offensive. The kissing he had started was now being championed by me. A kiss that he started gently
The more we contemplated the more our visitor kept knocking at the door. There was a rush of adrenaline in me. "Go back to the room and continue with your work. No matter what happens, don't panic. We will get by !" I told him and then left to meet my visitor. Johnny obeyed me and tiptoed to the other room where he began working on the faulty air-conditioner again.I gathered some courage and then opened the door to see who has been knocking on my door. The pretence was not there anymore, this time, it was reality.At last, there he was, the mailman. He was dressed in a black suit and looked handsome but, not as him as my Johnny. I guess I was still under the influence of my lust for Johnny.The mailman opened his white teeth while shifting the file he was holding from his left to his right hand. "Good afternoon Mam! I'm here to deliver your message..."I watched him spill all that he had in his mouth, all in the name of adhering to the ethics of his occupation. He handed me a sheet
When Johnny left that evening I found myself all alone once again. The thought of what we have done never stopped hunting me. I kept thinking every-now-and-then. It seemed like I was judged by my conscience, this time around; has no good news for me. I was been judged in the wrong direction. I guess I was wrong! I shouldn't have engaged with Johnny in any intimate activities. But, it was too late now as I can't rewrite history or go back to fix what had been done. All I could do now is to avoid such from happening in the nearest future.It was almost 6 pm and I was preparing to go for a walk in the backyard when all of a sudden my phone began ringing. 'That must be my bestie, Melinda. Perhaps, she was calling to check on me. I stretched my hand from the bed where I have lavishing my thoughts on what happened earlier on, between me and Johnny.I did not bother to look at the name of the caller on my phone. It was never a problem because I thought that whoever was calling me at that mom
Thomson went straight to the point. "Hell yeah! Come on and don't pretend like you don't know what happened the other night. You know you are better than this. Yes, you are better at speaking the truth instead of pretending, Becky!" His voice was meant to deceive me again but I was on my guard this time."I have nothing else to do with you, Thomson. You are one of the most awful people I have met in my life. I don't want to recall what transpired between us that night because you suck! You son of a bitch!""Yeah, I gladly agree with you, Becky!" I could hear the sound of his smile from the other side of the phone. "Oh, yeah! Go ahead and brand me whatever you wish. I'm a son of a bitch, there is no doubt about that, remember the same son of a bitch made you speak in tongues the other night. You never stopped telling me how sweet I was, while I doing all those on you!""Screw you, Thomson! How dare you!" I lambasted him in anger. "How could you be proud of what you did, you devil incar
I felt bad when I remembered the one-night stand I had with Thompson. Before he called I was thinking about the little romantic experiment I had with Johnny and now, this? I tried everything within my power to forget two of the events but, it proved difficult to be forgotten. Even though I was laying on the bed I never concentrated rather, I kept rolling from one corner of the bed to another. It was so annoying. It must have been a miracle that I slept that night. I could not remember when and how I finally fell asleep, all I recalled was waking up in the morning.The morning was cold and I guess the first thing I needed to do at that moment was to make a cup of coffee for myself. I was still new to my neighbourhood after having stayed away from everyone for a long time. I found it necessary to go and see some friends especially, my neighbours. Although I noticed some changes in the neighbourhood, there were new houses. And with the new houses I found, I believed there must be new n
I was stunned by Mrs Moore's question, of course, it was crucial to ask but, can't she wait till we were seated in the living room before such a question can be asked? "Hey, Moore, don't you think w should sit down first before you come up with any questions?" I suggested to her, hoping she will agree with me. Indeed, she agreed with me by shrugging her shoulders. "Alright, if you think so then, I will just have to abide by it!" She smiled at me. I also returned the smile to her. We were almost in the living room. We found ourselves some seats and sat in the opposite direction to each other.The volume of her TV set was high...high enough to distract our conversation in the house. "I'm sorry, dear!" She exclaimed while getting up from her seat. Mrs Moore reached for the remote of the Television. I knew what she was gonna do by the way. As I had expected, she lowered the volume of the TV set, in that way, there was less noise in the living room and now, we could hear each other very
Mrs Moore fixed her eyes on me and almost ignored the existence of all other important things in the living room. One of those important things was her Television. Although it was news time and the anchor of the news station seemed to have some interesting event to report, Moore still ignored all and gave me her attention."Why did he choose to do that?" She asked"I have been living in a horrible marriage, Mrs Moore." My tears were still flowing although I have managed clean the greater quantity, the remaining tears were scanty around my eyes. "We found ourselves in a situation that we simply can't go on with. I have been enduring for years and Mrs Moore, those years were really painful, there was nothing good to talk about them. I kept hoping for a change in my marriage but, it never came rather, it collapsed despite all the sacrifices I made to keep it going." I cleaned the remnants of my tears again and resumed, "Simeon, began seeing another woman downtown in our district. At firs
What was supposed to be a source of anger and weeping turned out to be a source of happiness for us. Although her past was painful, according to what Mrs Moore told me, we laughed about it and pretended as if nothing happened.I had a more meaningful discussion with Mrs Moore before I left her to see my old neighbours in the other buildings. Only a few of them asked me about Simeon. Most of them felt happy when I informed them that I was not going back to Charlottesville. I enjoyed the warm welcome from everyone I came across in the neighbourhood. I left for Lakesharon. Nothing feels so good as going down to Lakesharon looking around and appreciating the beauty that nature has bestowed upon the lake and its surroundings.I trekked since I considered walking over a relatively long distance, a form of body exercise, which I was very sure that my body needed at that moment. I walked along the paved road that leads to the lake, enjoying the spectacular view ahead of me.I walked for abou