Twain's p.o.v
For a moment our gazes linger before I remember the previous night. Was that me. I close my eyes tightly looking away. Am too embarrassed. Whenever am drunk, my stupid inner slut takes over and kisses my crush without thinking.
He's still looking at me intently. Should I apologize ? I bite my lower lip getting ready to talk.
" Will you stop doing that, it's so distracting," he sighs.
I hadn't realized what I was doing. The words in my mouth quickly pull themselves back down my throat and my tongue tie themselves into a cherry knot .Do people have to be this stupid when they need their brain the most.
" Yesterday was fun, am still wondering how bad a good girl can get," he says with a smirk.
" Try me," I dare him.
" Are you sure, I have been known to make girl's fantasies true,"
I look down and lick my lips as heat surges through my skin making my cheeks red.
" C'mon I don't make empty threats, I'm every girls dream,"
He leans down close enough to brush my skin leaving a trail of goosebumps behind him.
So he is also suffering from prince syndrome, thinking your too handsome and being so full of yourself. I realize how close we are and attempt to move, but he holds me captive with the other arm.
Bending down, he moves his lips towards mine. Kissing me slowly, playing with the corner of my lips trying to seduce me. I won't give in he's so proud. But my body chooses to disobey me and kiss him back. His lips are saccharine sweet and warm, I let out a low moan and he pulls back to look at me.
" I just wanted to remind you how good it was yesterday," he whispers with a mischievous sexy smile.
" You look pathetic, look at your hair. " my subconscious shouts at me.
As if sensing me hesitation he reaches out and holds my chin.
I shouldn't get ahead of myself. All this could be the lions trick trying to get his prey to his den.He pulls me towards his chest and holds me . Whoever said he is a playboy was wrong, he hasn't tried anything with me. He even wanted to know me more yesterday.
" I'll take a shower and make you some breakfast," he says and hands me some juice and hangover medicine before he heads to the bathroom.
After that I hear the shower running. What if we shower together.
I stand up and move towards the bathroom not sure of myself before the door flies open with him popping his head out.
" Why don't you join me, am sure it will be fun,"
His body is well built with a kilter repair of muscles. He could carry me, that I'm sure.
" I - uhm -I don't have a towel, well, I - I am not sure," I hesitate while taking in his fascinating body.
But he doesn't take no for an answer and pulls me into the shower. Thank God, he isn't naked and is still wearing his shorts. They are hanging loosely on his hips. And the v shape is visible. I've never been this close, but I like what I'm seeing.
He gently pulls my shirt up. I only have my pants down. Sensing my hesitation he turns me and hugs me from the back pulling me into the shower.
" You won't do anything you don't like, you are a big girl," he says laughing slowly.
I nod knowing what he means.
The water is warm and I can't help but let out a low moan. I wiggle my behind Totally forgetting his presence.I sense my mistake immediately, I've awakened a sleeping lion. His members immediately go hard and I freeze.
" Bad girls get punished Twain," he says.
And he doesn't wait before crushing his lips on mine.
I kiss him back immediately. A hungry kiss, but he slows me down. Nuzzling my mouth with his tongue, them moving slowly down my neck. I moan even more loudly letting a sound of pleasure.Does it have to feel this good. The shower is running and I can't breathe.
We break the kiss and he pours shampoo in his hand and rubs it into my hair. Rubbing gently he rinses it. Takes the sponge and moves down my back. I can't stand this but he won't bulge.
He steps back and I look at him. There is water on his face and everywhere giving him another equisite look. Leaning down, he brings his nose close touching mine. I go still and I don't know long it takes before he opens my mouth for a kiss.
I've been to strict on myself, the things I've been missing.
He lifts me up, grabbing my behind with his large hands and holds my back touching the wall. He doesn't stop but seems pleased. Because he uses his other hand to take a towel and wraps it around my naked body and dries my hair then carries me to the bed. Once am on the king sized rumpled bed, I reach out to him and continue kissing him.
" Are you a virgin?" he asks.
" No! "I reply. " I've done this before," I say confidently.
" You sure you wanna do this?" he asks.
I nod my head hoping he bought the lie. Maybe he won't find out that I lied am not a virgin. He kisses my breasts taking time to fondle each nipple. He trails kisses on my stomach and finally my navel.
I let out a moan and inhale a sharp breath. Am not used to such sensations.The things his tongue can do. He holds my panties and pulls them down. Then comes back to kiss my mouth.
I feel my whole body on fire, he's in control pressing the right buttons on the remote. His fingers are gently caressing my folds with his tongue on my neck. He pushes one finger in and I moan again, taking in a gasp of breath.
" Steve, " I call out.
" Hush Twain, not yet," he replies planting a kiss on my fore head. He stand back admiring my body.
" You are beautiful," he says.
He bends down and continues to kiss my inner thighs. Climbing up to my opening. He slide one finger again and asks how I'm feeling, then two. Then I feel his tongue warm and soft touching me skin. I scream with pleasure as he sucks my clit. He moves to my opening and shoves his tongue in. Making small circles and sucking.
I can't hold it anymore and I grasp his hair as I cum. He looks up, obviously pleased. But doesn't stop and continues sucking until I have no strength left and I cum again. He moves back up sacking my hard nipples then back to me mouth. I kiss him back hungrily, I don't have control of myself anymore.
I hear some paper crackling as he hurries to wear condom positioning himself on my opening. He first moves up and down my clit making me moan with pleasure as I close my eyes tightly.
" Look at me," he demands.
I look up at his dark eyes. He nuzzles my ear, affirming me not to be scared. He finds my lips and kiss them again. Before making one deep thrust. I scream in pain and pleasure before he freezes.
" Wait, are you, a-a a are you a virgin," he asks.
I nod my head confused apologizing.
" Damn, am fucked up, why the hell didn't you tell me?"
" Whats the big difference, it's still the same," I squeal obviously embarrassed.
" Your first time it shouldn't be like this, you should have told me," he lets out a frustrated sigh. I can't help holding my tears. I stand up and find my trousers pulling them up.
He's looking at me confused running his hands through his hair. I find my shoes and slip them on, the tears are now flowing freely. Is this how people feel when they are heart broken. I lunge for the door before he holds my arm. I push his arm aside and head out fresh tears coming out.
I descended the stairs one by one. This was my walk of shame. Cheers to me for letting my guard down. My head hung low next to my chest. It felt heavier and I couldn't even lift it to see the good days or sunrise. I hear some deep raspy laughter and there he was Jake speaking to someone on the phone. I hope he already forgot about me. He shouldn't make this worse. " Hey, it's you again," he says pocketing his phone. " Yeah," I reply my head down. "Wait!" Before he could continue I was long gone. I stumble on my last step and meet this girl, half dressed, her dress hanging up above her thighs. She looks up at my red eyes and mummers some bad words in disgust. I arrive at the apartment, and find Cindy cooking pancakes and coffee. " Girl, you are back, I was about to call a missing persons report," she says, I never slept out. It was the first time and she deserved to be worried. " Yeah I kn
" Twain! "" Steve," I sit up straight." Am at your doorstep and am sorry for showing up unannounced," he says.I can't help smiling, there is a new glow to my face that I can't explain. So he cares about me." No, it's okay, really cool," I stutter. I can't find the right words to say."But I'm not around, I mean am traveling and my roommate too,"" Oh! Where are you travelling to?"" Nairobi," I reply."Okay, safe journey and.."" And ?"" Take care," he says chuckling.He hangs up and I feel the old lady's stare." Is he the one you like," she asks.I blush uncomfortably and shift my weight." I don't know, this whole feeling is new to me and things are moving too fast," I reply." Make sure he doesn't break your heart, the people we care about the most always do and it's like driving a stake into your chest,"I open my mouth to argue and close
" Will you hold my hand? "It's the second time she is saying this. I'm sitting beside her hospital bed." You know it's not that serious, I'll get well soon and we can eat grilled chicken and pasta on New year's Eve," she says." Do you think they'll let you go home by that time?" I ask her." Of course" she says. "Are you doubting,"" No, it's only that you are getting worse, can't they change your treatment," I reply." No, I only started, the pain killers ain't helping, but they gave me another dose,"" Okay,"" Now sleep and don't worry yourself so much," I say kissing her forehead." In case of anything, will you place take care of your siblings for me and be the responsible one?"" What? Why? Nothing is going to happen,"" Just promise me,"" I will, I say, a sharp pain stabbing my chest,"
You're dumb if you think I never cared, because God knows how many times I broke my heart for you.I drug my feet up the front door heaving. I've never been this tired. I open the door and I'm greeted by emptiness.Cindy's absence chooses to Dawn on me right now.So she really left. I get in and head to my bedroom, it's neat as always. I like having my things in order. All my clothes are always pressed and folded, without any wrinkles. My shoes are neatly arranged, everything is in order.Cindy always said I have a disorder of wanting everything to be perfect. She called it a psychotic disoder, I can't remember the exact term she used.I open my luggage and sort everything out and return the bags to the shelves. Taking my towel I get into the shower and close my eyes. The water is warm and I soak my hair. With soap and shampoo. I get out of the shower and wear my favourite Rabbit
Twain take care of the baby, I'm going out with your sister,'" Can I go with you,""Keep quite, no more of your voice, we are going shopping with your big sister"' Don't go out and make sure he isn't crying,'' Okay, will you buy me crayons,'' No,'I step back, the pain inside my eyes and heart threatening to pull me under.Elaine my elder sister steps out and sticks her tongue out at me. I look at her, not angry, because I want to paint her face on canvasThe moment they step out the front door, Mike let's out an ear piercing scream. I take him out of the crib and begin straddling him. She said she'll be back after two hours. But he won't stop crying.I begin singing some lullaby.
I'm flowingI'm floatingI'm lovingI'm going " Hey, I have a class in one hour time," I shake Steve and he groans loudly caressing me with his honest eyes, blue like tropic skies. Maybe it is just me, but eye movements mess me up. " That's alot of time," he replies with a deep, raspy morning voice. " No, get up, you have that class with me, " I plead and he pulls me towards him before flipping our positions with me beneath him, thanks to his robustness and athleticism. Staying the other night wasn't a bad decision after all. At least there was someone who could help to save me from myself. Listening to the sad beats of my heart alone was boring. But perhaps I didn't need saving. When so much hate and evil has been projected towards a person, they become that. Li
I move along the pavements towards the library. Deep down I know whatever that girl said was true. But I still don't want to admit. It might be that to surrender to happiness,was to accept defeat, but it was a defeat better than many victories of human bondage. Or was I wrong. This was the problem of letting other people into your world, right now I felt vulnerable to him. In a way, he was holding my universe together. One move and my world would Crumble down. The sons of Adam had proven to be unreliable and full of deception in history and I wouldn't let that happen to me. All I wanted was him to just lay in bed together with me, and talk about nothing like we did the other night. With him rubbing my hair and back. Just us against the world. Listening to the beat of each others hearts and music of th
I climb down the rickety wooden stairs and they give way to cement and brick winding their way down to the basement. In this basement their was a feeling of real safety, a calm sanctuary, a dependable sense of home. My foot hit the wooden floor and I smiled to myself inhaling the cold and dank air. This catacomb had walls of a castle, string grey rock that provided the house a firm foundation. What made me happy was the solitude. Down here I could be alone and happy like I always wanted without anyone breaking into my small space and energy and sucking me out of it. No one would guess j was here or come looking for me. The grey walls provided great company and soon I was afraid I would start taking to the walls. However I was wrong. Because the devil always squeezes themselves into cracks inoder to get through to a person. &n