My friends had had her and still liked to
talk about how exciting their experience with her was. I had to have my turn.
Sate my curiousity about what it would feel like. I had dealt and had her all
to myself now. We were alone now and all the conditions were right: dark room,
Jhene Aiko playing in the background, she in that tight fitting white dress I
had seen her in a couple of times and even
food stocked away for the hunger cravings that came after, that was how
meticulously I’d planned for our time together.
There she was, waiting for me to make the
first move. She smelled nice I realised. I lifted her tenderly, still
ambivalent about what was about to happen, wondering if I’d do it right the
first time, set her body on fire for me. She felt like putty in my hand. I bent
and gave her a kiss. It felt wrong and I felt nothing. I braved a deeper kiss
this time and allowed her deeper into my mouth, I was about to make a mental note
to reprimand my friends for their exaggeration when she responded with a
ferocity that had my brain stop for a few seconds. I forgot what I wanted to
tell my friends. We had found some chemistry. From here onwards, it was give and take. Back and forth we went
till I realised I was literally losing control of myself albeit the heightening
pleasure. I had to stop for now it was all too much at once. I hated losing
control and I definitely wasn’t in control right now. Her smell was so
intoxicating and all consuming. I’d never felt anything like this before. This
giddiness, pleasure and fear. It was too much. So I put down the blunt.
