The weather seemed so amazing that fruitful day. It was a
Saturday, quite a good day. I had just returned from the vegetable market. I
ran past my mother in the living room straight into the kitchen. I made a
little salad. My guest must be a very lucky one. Mother was preparing to go out and
I was to be alone with this awesome guest. Things turned out as planned. His
name is Jason
by the way, I call him Jay. Jay arrived about twenty minutes
later than I anticipated.
He is tall, chocolate skin colored, a little bit
muscular and a very romantic gentleman. His voice is quite deep and sweet to
listen to. The man of my dreams he truly is. We talked and laughed and played a
lot of games, some were formulated by both of us at that moment. It was
amazing. I love the feeling I was getting, I was literally on cloud nine (Whatever
that is).
He didn’t carry the traditional low cut like other men, though he had
a cut, he still had quite the hair. It wasn’t an afro but it was a good amount
of hair, a perfect length and shiny black in color. His hair was also soft and
had a great feel like that of a baby. I had a lot of fun fondling with his
hair. I enjoyed every moment with him. I felt like I was floating on air.
The
living room was very spacious so, there was enough room for us to play. He
picked me up and started to spin me round until I cried out “I’m feeling dizzy,
please put me down” he reluctantly did and for I second, I had to catch my
breath and re-gain my balance. Whoa!
At this time, he had put off his shirt and was in a clean
white vest, I can’t tell for certain the moment that happened, I liked the view
though, so I couldn’t complain. We had just ate and I had to clean up the mess
we made and wash the dishes, he held me from behind all through while I did
that. It was quite weird but I liked it. He held me even while I cleaned the
table and put the plates up. I am quite tall but the cupboard happens to be a
little higher than me so, he helped with that. My mother is quite an animal lover
so she had her dining chairs covered with animal print material and it looked
so gorgeous. It was a dark brown and black leopard print silky cover on the
chairs and a floral fur cover on the table.
The dining table is right there in
the kitchen which was another large space in the house. It was summer, the
weather started to change implying a forthcoming downpour of rain. The fresh
breeze that was presumably ushering the rain was very pleasant however, the
rain didn’t seem to pour down so we just enjoyed this God given free gift of a
fabulous weather. I was done cleaning and he immediately picked me up and dropped
me gently on the dining table. I was sitting on my mother’s fur and I could
imagine her walking in and giving me the “I can’t believe you” stare. I tried
to get off the table but he protested with his firm hands and super toned
muscles. I stayed back as I watched him goof around making me laugh.
Suddenly, I didn’t find it amusing anymore. “What is the
matter”? He asked “nothing” I replied. He stared deeply into my eyes as he held
my face but I turned my face away from his to look at the refrigerator, not because
there was anything to stare at but because of the discomfort of looking into
his eyes. “I’ll be right back” I heard him say as he walked into the living
room. Few seconds later, I heard him opening the door to his car. He then
appeared with his hands behind him. “Don’t tell me you have flowers” I said,
“wow” his reply came, “can’t I at least surprise you one”? He asked, “I’m
afraid not” I said. He started talking and promising me a lot, I can’t remember
how I got off the table, passed him and got into the living room.
He came after
me in a haste. Like a whirlwind. “What is it? Please talk to me”. He pleaded, I
took a deep breath and I said “leave” “what!” he exclaimed and I repeated
myself. Leave! I said sternly. “You walk in here talking and making promises
you will never keep. I have been here before so before you make me a victim
once more, just leave, leave, because they always do” I blurted out as I went
into my room shutting the door in a very loud and annoying manner.
Eyes closed firmly as I shed tears on my bed. I couldn’t
place the reason for the tears nor the hurt and pain I was feeling at that
moment. I thought I heard a soft knock on the door. Okay, I thought, we should
talk about it. I opened my teary eyes and behold! My mother was standing beside
my bed.
What are you doing here I asked. Well, this is my house she said and my
young lady is crying in her sleep. What is going on? She asked further. What?
Was that a dream? I asked and she replied “I bet my heart it was” well, I feel
worse now than I did in the dream. Bye mother, I’m going back to sleep. “Okay”
she said as she exited my room.
So, this is me playing around with a new story. I hope I get
to complete it soon while you all wait in suspense.
Have fun trying to figure out what happens next. Kindly enjoy
the wait.
With Love
Rita-R
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