I obeyed the little force he applied to pull my head. I turned to face him. God! He was looking lusty and hot. It seemed as if his lips were yearning for my kiss but, how can I do that when he is my best friend's son?It wasn't easy to find myself in that position. It was really hard for me because, I had no clue about what to do to understand such a circumstance. I felt like reaching out and kissing him just as his lips began opening slightly. I almost moved my head closer to him but then, I was able to return myself back to the previous line of contact.I concluded that if he was interested, he should be the one to make a strong decision concerning me or what I would like to call, a first approach having given him all the green light he needed. I bet he understood where I was going by now but, he might still be scared to initiate the first step.We stared at each other for about a minute before, I blinked my eyes. "How do you feel now? Is there any sign of relief from what I have do
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
Late in the afternoon, I walked to the grocery where I hoped to buy some food items which I will be needing to make a nice meal for Steph, the next day when she comes back.No doubt, I was very excited to have her after a long time, although we do speak on the phone often for me, that was not enough. Simeon, my ex-husband could have adopted Steph as his Steph daughter but he wouldn't do that. His answer when asked, always remains vague. He wouldn't go straight to the point. Sometimes he initiates a cover-up! The one he often gives as his defence was that, Steph was an adult and that it would not make sense anymore to have her in his home. He suggested that my daughter should stay with any of my siblings, close relatives or even her boyfriend!'How dare Simeon!' I would rebuke him back then but sadly, I had no authority to decide what happens in our home. He is the head of my household and his final decision is mine as well even though, it may not be in my interest. I was following Si
I knew that there was something wrong because Melinda wouldn't have changed the happy expression on her face to a saddened one. There was absolute silence between us for a few seconds. I wondered what she was going to say next about Johnny, I hope it's not what I'm thinking.At last, he broke the silence between us by speaking up. "Johnny has been acting weird ever since he returned home yesterday. I tried to source a piece of information from him concerning his surly mood but, he wouldn't speak out. You know, Becky, I felt bad about that. I can tell you that it has been a long since I saw him in such a state of mind."I listened carefully to all she was telling me. There was no distraction whatsoever, I. Everything I got at that moment was on her as was speaking. Nevertheless, after her brief pause, I asked her a question. "Did you try to talk to him or just kept staring without taking any action?" "Yes, I tried Becky!" Said Melinda as she gets to her feet and walked across the liv
The corps that Melinda was calling on the phone never answered. She dialled the number for a second time, almost a minute interval. It was at that moment that I began getting suspicious of her. Was she really calling the cops on me or was this one of her expensive jokes? I couldn't figure out actually, what he was up to. I just remained in silence and watched as the phone kept ringing."Oh, shit! What happened to the corps today? Their line is not going through, I will have to call them again to come and pick up!" She was not laughing, all the smiles on her face had disappeared.I became worried at that moment because, obviously, this is not my friend. The Melinda I knew will never do such but, why is she behaving this way? Again, all these questions were not easy to answer. But then, she dialled the number for the third time. I could not take it anymore, I stood to my feet and began talking to her. "You are not calling the cops on me, are you?" "Of course, I'm calling the cops to co
I had a good time with the little boy called David. He was indeed fascinated by the sand hut I built. We talked about it for a long time before my cell phone began ringing unexpectedly. I excused myself from him to answer my call. Who else could be calling if not Melinda of course? Just the reason why she was calling at the moment was what I will find out when I pick her call."Hi, Melinda," I began with a sweet voice."Hello, Becky, are you there?" She sounded like she couldn't hear all I have said. Perhaps, a poor service network has a way of ruining things. Yes, I blamed the poor network service. "Hello, Melinda, can you hear me now?""Yes, of course, I can. Where are you at this moment?" She asked with a tone that I would like I classify as an excited one"Hey, I went for a walk, you know it's been a long time since I have walked around the neighbourhood.""Oh, that's true! No doubt about that. Take your time honey but, where are you exactly, because I'm standing right in front
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
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
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
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
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