TO all the girls I've lust before. This is not to say there was no chance of love with them, there was and with some I was confused such that I began obsessing thinking I was in love. However in this life I believe I only truly ever loved two women and had only four girlfriends. A very modest number I know but my sexual escapades are everything but modest.
I have gained some enlightenment from all these girls I've had the pleasure of fooling around with in my wicked days.
For one they all were in relationships I wasn't a part of. Interesting enough some of them tried to conceal that fact while others used it to stress their autonomy. It was my impression that for those whom I was privy to the details of their involvement, the strings were definitely unattached but as I would later discover I couldn't be more wrong.
I'm reminded of Mbali, a girl I met in an elevator going up to my room at Argon (A South Point building I stayed in). Mbali was a name I requested to give to her when I saw how beautiful she was. As I walked in the lift I asked the person by the buttons to press 5 for me and he did. I turned to greet everyone and there she was at the corner effortlessly looking pretty. I offered her a special greeting and asked for her name. While she was about to reply I stopped her and asked if I could take a guess, and she acquiesced. I started; "your name must be Mbali because you my dear are as beautiful as a budding rose in a summers morning. Even if it is not I would love to call you that because that's what I see when I look at your pretty face". Silent murmurs could be heard from everyone I couldn't see at that moment. The only person I could see, the rose herself just gave a smile and said "but that's not my name. Anyway you can call me that if you'd like"
She always said she liked me for my forwardness and liked that I was always smiling. She hoped it could rub into her. Well something did "rub into her" but it wasn't my smile.
She stayed in the room directly above mine just one floor up. I discovered that after walking her the first time. I didn't even take her phone number. One quiet Wednesday night I climbed up my window and called out "Mbali!" She came out her window and asked if I was crazy. (If she had to ask then my actions weren't conclusive. )I asked if I could see her. She said she was watching a movie and invited me to join her. (If you've been to varsity then you know what "watching a movie" or a series is code for. My unpreparedness after such was amateurish in nature.
I ran up quick and knocked on her door. She invited me in without coming out of her bed. I sat on the bed and slowly lay down next to her as the movie played. I waited for an opportune moment as we spoke to reach for a kiss. The situation was tense. Maybe just for me because my mind was neither on the movie nor the first conversation between me and this KZN beauty who claims to be Xhosa. I was afraid to even make any sudden motions lest the bird flies off. Every gesture I made was calculated, even my breathing was paced.
I put my one hand on her knee under the blanket, she didn't react. I rubbed her knee. My heart beat lost control. It's now beating too fast I'm afraid she'll notice my chest pumping up and down. Her thighs are so soft I can't stop myself. I'm past the knee now rubbing her inner thigh; she starts matching my breathing. Only she doesn't seem to be trying to control hers. I look to her face to see her eyes closed; head tilted up and she's biting her lower lip. She opens her eyes to find me looking at her. She reaches for the back of my neck, pulls my head and starts kissing me wildly. This is a different person, I think to myself.
My hand has made it to the promised land on rainy season. I reach for the peach and it's ripe. The juices lubricate my fingers. I rub on the peach while she grinds rhythmically like a dirty dancer. She moans and groans to my pleasure. Such noises can not be resisted by my nature. Thus the swelling in my pants had reached proportions above its stretching capabilities. Logic dictates in such cases that if the pants fail to accommodate, they must come off. But as the guy code dictates, hers before his.
She feels on my hard member and motions it to the wetlands. I freeze. I didn't bring protection. I ask if she has any she looks dumbfounded as she replies no. As if I'm stupid to expect that she would keep one. I ask her to stay put while I run down to my room to get one. I run past twelve rooms to get to the steps. I run down the steps jumping two or three at a time. I get to my floor and run past another twelve rooms. I get to my room, open the shelve and get three wrappers and run back. On my way out some guy calls me out to talk I tell him can't talk, in a rush. I jump up the stairs and reach the girls floor. Would look weird running now so I walk fast. Get to her room, give a single knock and let myself in without expecting an invitation.
She's still lying on the bed in the same position I left her in. She still has the same "ready" look. I climb to the bed to hide that my swell is gone. Shame. I put the wrappers on the table and start kissing her. She wraps her arms and legs around me and squeezes tightly. I feel her passion. I kiss her neck, collar bone and move down to her twins. I have one on the hand rubbing the dot, another I'm suckling like a black juicy grape. She reacts. I'm still limp so I try to distract her by kissing her down her belly. I'm licking her naval for that ticklish sensation. I'm now kissing on her pelvic region when fumes from the now hot, wetlands force me to reconsider my direction. So I moved back up to kiss her on the mouth. I'm still not hard! She gives me a "WTF" look. I bow in shame. Foolish!
She said she was "watching a movie" for crying out loud! Am I that stupid that I can't take a hint? Why didn't I think then to bring a wrapper? I know. I was afraid I'd jinx my chances. So lame. I lay next to her. She inquires if all is well. 'I don't know' I say. She tells me to relax, it's okay. Surprisingly enough I do while thinking to myself "she really is okay this one. She's experienced, that smell down there says it all".
I ask for a glass of water she gets up to get it from the fridge, nude. She brings it to me and picks up her underwear to put on. She looked so sexy walking to and from the fridge. Getting water naked giving me a chance to get a good look at her glorious voluptuous figure. That flat tummy, perky breasts and full hips. I could feel the rise of my member from under the blanket and wasted no time on drinking water.
I pulled her to the bed. Place the glass on the table spread her open like a chicken dust on a braaistand. I bothered to check for wetness and was overjoyed to discover we were still green. I put on the raincoat and went in to the wetlands to do the dirty dance.
A feeling of victory overcame me. I had recovered from a shameful moment and put up a good performance. I never went back to my room that night.
Everynight from then on was spent in either my room or hers. We both had roommates but hers was hardly ever in. She always spent the night at her guy's place. Mine was a guy, he had to understand. I'd probably do the same for him. We both had relationships, mine she knew, hers I suspected. She never told me about hers, she only told me about mine. She would see me walking in and out the building with a hot light skinned girl only during the day. I admitted that she saw my girlfriend. I asked if she had a boyfriend and she said we couldn't discuss that. I took it as a yes and moved on. I saw her with him once and things changed. I started feeling possessive of her. I would feel weak if I go to her room and she wasn't there. On weekends especially it seemed she never slept in her room. When I asked she would say "I spend most weekends at my sister's in Cresta". A white lie. One Friday night I heard she was in her room so I went up without saying. I found the same guy I always see her with sitting on the bed. She greeted me casually and said she was coming. I waited outside, she came and we went down to my floor to sit and talk.
It was a passionate moment we shared while listening to Judy Boucher singing "can't be with you tonight" on my phone. The lyrics speaking to both our situations that night and all other times our 'other' was around. From that night we spent all weeknights together even cooking together sometimes. We grew close but it lasted only for that whole year. When school closed none bothered to look for the other. She was at Wits and I was at UJ. We never exchanged phone numbers.
Happy times we had shared. John Legend's "Everybody knows" was our special sing song! We'd sing along to that at the top of our lungs to the dismay of all occupants of Argon and neighbouring buildings.
Next was a sweet hot and feisty art student from Wits. A wild Neo-Sexual female, a firebomb with a character like my own at the time. Pretty, smart and quick. Her name shall remain hidden in plain sight. Our encounter was unorthodox. She had asked about me from my friends while I was out at my girlfriend's. Upon my return I was told of this hot pursuer who fancied a chat with me. We went up to her room and found nobody was there. We followed the noise and found her and her friends drinking at the rooftop of the building where they were having a party. I went up to her and said "hi" and without saying a word she grabbed me by the hand and ran with me to my room. Threw me on the bed and started kissing me.
To Be Continued...
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