I dished and served the rice and goat meat pepper soup on the dining table. He was waiting already, absent minded watching the TV. The silence was scary and made the room quite uneasy. But the aroma of the meal left some hope in the air, makes one breathe in and out.
We talked about Vera over the meal. He wasn’t discreet about what it was Vera did, but somehow, it was a case of misplaced identity, or split personality. I was wondering what it could be Vera had posed to be that she actually wasn’t that turned Collins off. I never got to read their chats or pay too much attention to their long conversations, but whatever it was emanated from there.
But then again, what do I care? Fifi doesn’t give a lame shit. I can be anything for Collins. I mean anything. What was Vera thinking? But come to think of it, I knew whatever it was, Vera was a good girl to the core but one can never tell these days. Fifi, that was all in the past, the task ahead needed all the energy to work it out, not to dwell on the past.
Collins had moved on and so had Vera, here I was with the man of my dreams. I assured him I was going to make him forget his past. We locked gazes for a while as he searched my eyes inquisitively.
“Are you sure about this?” He enquired, seeking assurance.
I nodded slowly.
Satisfied, a smile lined his lips and ended in a smirk. Whatever it was he meant by that, I felt I was at the top of my game.
I cleared the dishes, washed them and retreated to my room to clean up. I felt rejuvenated after the warm shower. I changed into a short silk baby pink tiny strap night gown that was barely long enough to cover my thighs and bum. A glance at the mirror gave me comfort in my exposed protrusion of two pointing towers with the large area of cleavage exposure. Silent night, Holy night- it kept echoing in my head as I stepped into the sitting room. I went to the kitchen and returned to the sitting room with oranges and a pen knife in a tray.
He was seated on the double couch, so I joined him. He had tuned in to one of the romance series from an alien channel, so I queued in and asked questions to be updated while I peeled the oranges and gave him some. He had bathed also and changed into his pyjamas which were a checkered sleeveless robe with a long V-neck that exposed his chest area. Collins was damn sexy, I just wanted to kiss those soft lips.
We kept making occasional eye contacts while we discussed the soap we were watching together, something people do often that I’m yet to understand why. How we unconsciously shifted until we closed the gap between us only sharing of the oranges could explain. When I had just one left we argued over who would have that one.
“I’ve only licked three now but you have licked almost ten, it’s not fair,” he said pitiably.
“Haba, how many oranges did I even bring here that I’m licking ten?” I laughed. “You can lie for the whole world.”
We resorted to sharing the orange, so I halved the orange and gave him one half, but he hesitated and insisted I feed him. I smiled and obliged. If only he knew how excited I was to do that. He was leaning backward towards the arm of the chair with his stretched legs on the table so I had to go all the way leaning over him to feed him the orange. As I made the only possible motion towards his mouth, I could feel the rim of my gown gape to reveal my dangling boobs. I caught him stealing glances and smiling to himself. I suppressed the smile that was forcing its way through me.
With a hungry swiftness, he grabbed my buttocks and shoved me into himself. I found myself lying flat against his chest and close enough to feel his breath. He grabbed my head and planted a deep wet kiss on my lips. With those lips I often dreamt about, Collins just kissed me.
Hold on for the next episode…