As I lay there, one eye on the television, one eye on her, I was quickly reminded of all her little nuances. In her voice, in her face and in the most miniscule of her gestures.
We were both stretched out on her old zebra print blanket, talking as if nothing had ever happened. Like it was3, 4, 5 months ago. Like there had been no move, no tears, no break up. It was like I had miraculously stepped through a wrinkle in time. A wrinkle to a better time. It made me wonder. Put a wary smile on my face. A few butterflies in my stomach as well.
Was this really happening?
I had expected it to be awkward. Even if just a little bit. And I wasn’t wrong in thinking so. The last time we had see each other it had been awkward galore.
But for some reason, this time, it hadn’t been. And for several minutes there, that had made me rather wary. A bit on the cautious side. But as my inebriation levels continued to climb (courtesy of our good friend Uganda Waragi) I became a whole lot less wary and a whole lot more receptive to the “positive vibes” (whatever the hell that means) that were coming my way…
The sex was hot. Unexpected…and so unprotected.
No glove, no love? Never even heard of it.
I fucked her with my socks on and my boxers around my ankles. What? Don’t look at me like that. I was in a bit of a hurry okay? And plus, you must have some sort of idea of how difficult it is to maneuver out of your clothes while maintaining as much lip-lip contact as possible.
I must have managed to slip them off at some point though, because I remember afterwards (estimated time being the average length of an episode of America’s Best Dance Crew…and no, that’s not as long as you may think), the knock on the door that sent us both scrambling around looking for our clothes. Socks, boxers and panties included.
And don’t worry sweetheart, I did the sensible thing and pulled out with a couple of seconds to spare. So rest easy, I’m not going to make a baby mamma out of you just yet!
Thankfully, it was a false alarm. The knock at the door that is.
By the time we were what is generally considered as “decent”, whoever it was was gone.
She assumed it was the lady who walks around the hostel selling clothes (she had already bought a cute little sweater while I was there) and so leaving the door slightly open so that some air could “circulate” (she didn’t want to announce to everyone that walked in that we had just had sex) she climbed back onto the bed.
Lying back down next to me, she picked up the remote. She had that cheeky smile of hers.
“So…what episode were we on?”
Hey L.A!
ReplyDeleteWell written kept me scrolling down the page. So i'm abit lost, is she the her in the previous posts? If so i'm happy for u
it is...i'm happy for me too..if not a bit wary..STIL...lol
ReplyDeleteglad there is something SHE could not walk away from:)
ReplyDeleteyeah...he's to hoping its not only that though...and even if it is...you best believe i'll milk it for all its worth!!!
ReplyDelete