We met outside the building, at the car park. I didn’t think you were handsome at first, but I knew you found me attractive. We spoke later that night & I became attracted to your oh-so-charismatic side.
And then we laughed.
The next day, we chatted over a bottle of 4th street.
We laughed again.
This time rubbing each others arms, leaning over shoulders and thighs. By the second bottle, it was a little bit more than two people cackling hysterically and basking in good company; appetites & feelings heightened. The strands of hair at my back would rise whenever you rub your skin on mine. My insides, below, would tremble when you run your palm against my right thigh. I wondered if you felt the same way – wondered if I made you feel things.
We decided to play a game of scrabble. The only words you formed were erotic. ENTER, POSITION, MEANDER blah blah. You know, now that I think about it, the words weren’t as sexual as I thought.
You won, obviously. I was not in the frame of mind to make double & triple word points anymore. This did not surprise me.
10:05pm.
I had to call it a night. You followed me to the exit, fingers intertwined, getting all the action we may ever get that night. My uber had arrived. You reached out for a hug & I embraced every part of you, slowly & then all at once. I held on tight, held on for dear life. We let each other go slowly, drawing heavy breaths and locking heavy eyes illuminated by the streetlights on Limpopo crescent. It was all of what I wanted. Maybe more.
So I asked you to come home with me; your pupils dilated and I knew you wanted me too. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other throughout the ride & 15minutes later, I had you where I wanted. And likewise.
Inside. Teasing, stroking, pleasing.
We fell asleep. I woke up later because of the incessant chiming of text & call notifications from your phone. It was the wife. Ugonma. The wife you never thought to mention. I decided to invite her to the party. So I sent her a text and a picture of your buff body on mine because you may not tell her anything about me. I mean, it was only fair.
“Hello. Ugonma, is it? It’s about time we got acquainted. Osas has told me so so much about you.”
