🔞Untamed Desire - The Fourth Chapter
After Sex, never ask, "So what are we now?"
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In the days that followed, I was caught in a web of expectations.
There was excitement and that familiar uncertainty in the back of my mind. I walked around my house half-focused, lost in a daydream, and often reaching for my phone wanting to text Kwame.
Thankfully, he didn't turn out to be the type to recline and poof into thin air after sex.
We continued to talk, spending long minutes on the phone, talking late into the night.
He was revealing even more things about himself day by day, and I couldn’t help but think he was making an effort to close the gap that separated us.
Yet, despite the fact that the new whiff of love was hanging loose in the air around me, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had botched it even before it had carried a life of its own.
Love? What silly love? Is there something wrong with you?
“Girl! We fucked!” I yelped into the phone when I finally got a chance to speak with Nedicta. “In the fucking car! Oh gosh, I’m such a terrible freaking ass.”
“Ehhh this woman! Already? How did that happen?”
I imagined her snuggling under comfort sheets and grabbing popcorn to take the stories in. She loved that a lot. Listening to my escapades. Or should I say sexcapades? Our conversations since she moved to England had taken on a new life.
They were colored in the different hues of diverse topics and our sex lives were a major palette on the fabric.
Wasn’t Kwame about the fourth guy I was telling her about in less than a year?
What has become of my once vibrant love life? Why did my thirties have to treat me so horribly?
It was becoming clear to me that a pattern was developing but I didn’t think I was ready to accept it yet.
Now, there was Kwame.
“Girl! I swear it was the fucking Tequila.”
Yes, go on, blame the poor Tequila.
“This babe, gist me! Tell me everything!” Nedicta squealed into my ears, unable to hide her brightening curiosity.
“Well, first of all, the guy is huge, okay? I’m talking big, black mamba-type huge!”
I remembered how it looked, how he had felt in my stroking palms, how it jerked powerfully in and out of my spitting cove. I buckled my knees and squeezed my legs at the thought. Oh, Kwame!
“Yep, yep. I remember. I fucked him twice. I don’t remember it was that great but yeah, the dick was big.” She said it so casually as if she was talking about grocery shopping.
“Ehhhh Nedicta! You and Kwame?” My eyes were bulging out of their sockets but I was scarcely surprised. When it came to men and the men she had under her belt, Nedicta didn’t surprise me anymore.