She was magnificent. I always liked how our paths crossed. I was on my way home, travelling at night was always a delight to me. She sat one seat away. Not too close and not too far away, still. She had seen me when she was boarding the public service vehicle. A man sat between her and myself. This man was old, perhaps 40 – 45 years or so. His face was stiff and rigid. He was probably going through mid-life crisis. My eye was fixed on this lady next to him. I couldn't help but notice her hair. It was long and dark as coal. I remember enjoying her nonchalant behavior. But I wouldn't allow her to notice my admiration because then, she'd have the upper hand. I would never let her take control of me, so I thought.
Sitting by the window, I would stare at the dark and the lights. I used to have this phobia of travel. Afraid of meeting my death on the road. You know, road accidents have been taking over the headlines these days. I remember listening to calm music during these travels, to keep my mind away from the journey. I would always find joy in the feeling of arrival. The journey would take care of itself. After a long drive, the man next to me – barrier between me and her – arrived at his destination and it was his time to alight. A smile curved on my face, I don't know why... do you? I stretched in order to occupy as much space as possible, so I'd be close enough. This, she noticed. She stretched too, but I never really determined if she did so to get close too or she just wanted to get comfortable. I overthink too much.
I have never been too good at this. Just to start a conversation, I'd have to gather enough courage and this would take too much time. I had lost so many chances before just because I felt the courage was insufficient. This time I was perplexed because I did not know how much time I had to make my move. Surprisingly, I peeped a sense of interest in her. She was looking at me. I could have sworn she had looked at me for second. I utilized this gesture to the fullest. This was definitely my time to make my move. So, I seized the moment and whispered,
"hey there... how are you"
"hey, I'm good... you?" she spoke.
Lost in a fantasy, I snapped to her eye contact. Then I realized I had not responded. "Oh, I'm fine. Sorry it's just that..."
"No, it's totally fine. My name is Cherry" she said.
I was almost lost in time again. Her name too? Who was this perfect lady? I responded, "nice to meet you Cherry, my name is Jeffrey" She turned to me with plain eyes. As though she didn't like my name. I remember thinking I should probably have lied about my name. Perhaps find a name that drives these ladies crazy. But it's not the name that does, right?
"Jeffrey is also the name of my ex... that bastard!"
"Oh, I'm sorry if my name resurfaces some negative vibes" I commented.
"No, don't apologize. You are nothing like him. You seem kind and sweet" she replied. I couldn't help but smile. This build up my courage and comfort in this conversation. I knew I was one-foot in. This was the perfect time to make my amusements known. So, I went on with it, "your name is enticing by the way" I said. I had craved to see a smile on her face and this wish, she surely granted. It was even better than I had imagined it.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, with her smile not faded yet, she replied
"Don't flatter me already, Cherry is a common name"
"Yes, but you are not a common one"
"Poor Jeffrey, you won't stop will you... anyway, thank you"
She was not far from where I stayed. So, we were definitely alighting at the same stop. She had started to feel comfortable with me too. I liked this. She was still a student. She was studying a course in nursing – I'd fake an illness. Cherry had this personality that I was always afraid of. A woman with walls built really high. Not the kind of woman to let anyone in easily. You had to earn her trust. I guess I had earned it in just a little while of conversation and therefore we bonded – sort of. In those few hours of conversation, she had shared more than I had. She had started to get attached. This is because the picture she created in her mind of me, made her feel secure. I delighted in this realization.
We had so much in common. If experiences were a sea, we were sailing in the same boat. The waves and storm had struck us just the same. The rains of misery and pain had soaked us both. I could feel her relation to everything I said and this feeling was mutual. Cherry had no shame to share everything with me. She told me of an experience she had had when she was young. How she felt like she was standing on the edge, how she felt like she was gazing into hell. She was only sixteen when it happened. Her step father, a man she described as the devil himself, had raped her. This trauma never left her.
"He had been looking at me with these eyes, eyes of a scavenger. Like he wanted something and he would eventually take it. I always felt afraid in his presence. Even when my mother was in the presence too, he would still give me that look. He was shameless! One day I was sick and I had to miss school for a doctor's appointment. My mother had left early. He reckoned this was his chance... to take whatever it is he had always yearned for. He forced his way into my room. And raped me right there..." she explained.
Cherry's eyes were now watery. This was something that had shuttered her ever since, I could tell. There was no way I could understand her pain. But sympathy and rage, I could feel.
She continued,
"Every time I am about to get intimate with a guy, I start to feel that demon's stench all over me. His pressure on me. I start to feel him forcing his way in. It makes me sick, it's why Jeff left me. Because I couldn't do it. And Yes! I had told him of this. He just didn't seem to care."
I wished I could help Cherry. I wondered how though. I was really sorry, and she knew this. She had shunned me from feeling pity for her. She was strong. Just by being able to share this with a total stranger, well. I liked her sense of completeness; it was as if she was in a battle with her memories. And winning, she was. Cherry had made sure that this ordeal never took away her beam, she made sure it never took away her glow.
The sun was rising. It was another beautiful morning on this scorch called earth. Cherry had built a bond with me. On arrival, she had already invited me for breakfast. Her house was not far from where we alighted so her place was most ideal. Her personality was refining by the minute. I liked this about her. She wondered why I didn't have much to share too. The thing is, her experience was far worse than anything I had been through. I only opted to keep the extents of worst experiences to her level. She had won.
Her house was neat and serene. She did not have much but she had enough. I felt comfortable on arrival. She immediately started preparing tea. My mind was all over the place. I couldn't help but notice a painting on the adjacent wall from where I sat.
"It's an adorable painting. Tell me about it" I said
"Well, there is not much to it. It is a guy watering a young tree and a rope around his neck and this rope is attached to a branch from this tiny tree. It symbolizes how we invest in things that only take life out of us rather than focusing on those that bring it. I painted it by the way." She replied.
There was no way I was going to believe that she painted such fine art but again, I had to. She was Cherry.
Her tea was ready. She served me and sat next to me. The tea was really good. I wondered how she was good at everything. How could this be possibly possible! You know? Cherry had changed into an oversized t-shirt. I couldn't really tell if there was any other linen beneath it. I tried to take my mind off it but I simply couldn't. I tried to distract myself through a conversation but all conversations seemed to lead in that direction. I even tried to focus on the greatness of her tea but my mind would eventually drift to the greatness of her body. But wasn't this intentional? The act of putting on just a t-shirt? Right? Too many questions spiraled in my mind.
The idea of her not being able to be intimate with any guy was enough distraction... until it wasn't. Cherry would move around the house moving things from one corner to another. I would have preferred she stayed put, this way I could've had a chance in this war against temptation. I knew just the thought of it was already bad of a situation. I never wanted to put her in a situation where her traumas would resurface. But she was not helping me fight this feeling. In fact, she was propelling it.
She finally settled. Sitting next to me, she played a film she had been watching. I would be lying if I said I paid attention to whatever was playing. It was half way, there was no way I could've caught up. She rested her head on my shoulder. I could feel her slowly tilt her head and adjust her body so she was as comfortable as possible. Cherry was up to something; this was for sure. My mind was already in places that I was forbidden to be in. I could feel Cherry's hand slowly caress mine. I decided to reciprocate this energy. I adjusted myself, her head lay on my chest now. She was oddly quiet though. This made me feel afraid.
"Why is your heart beating that fast? You okay?" she asked
Trying to brush off any signs of fear, "yeah! I'm totally fine." I said.
"Alright then, hold me and don't let go... please" she said, with a soft voice and her big brown eyes looking straight at mine.
This was not a problem on my end. I was totally capable of that. In fact, I was not planning on letting go. This comfort seemed to take control over Cherry. Her body became unease and she was now breathing quicker than before. My hands started to explore the depths of her body. I loved the spongy feel on her skin. My fingers felt all the goosebumps on her pulpy skin. The temptations had won. Everything was taking course on its own. I had lost control and so had she. I kept touching on her body.
This was so intense that she turned and faced me. She paused for a bit, then leaned forward. She kissed me softly then paused again, looking into my eyes trying to figure me out. She smiled a little then continued. Her lips felt warm on mine. My hands were already in places, places warmer than summer. She pulled me closer by every second that passed. Now it felt like my skin was hers. Our bodies were communicating in a language only known to them. Desire had taken over. Passion was what was driving us.
She started to pull my t-shirt off of my body. I had to take it off, she would have torn it apart. She was now absorbing the heat of my body. Heat I had absorbed from hers. She stood, slowly held my hand and softly pulled me into the direction of her bedroom. She was not afraid anymore. I was not afraid anymore. I was loving everything that was happening now. She lay on the bed; the t-shirt was on the floor. And for sure, there was no linen underneath it. I had to make sure she enjoyed every bit of it. I crawled towards her such that I was directly on top of her. Kissing took course. And with every movement, I would observe her reaction. I was seeing pleasure in her eyes. I could hear arousal in her soft moans.
Her voice gradually transformed from joy to fear, I could tell.
"Hey... you okay? I can stop if you want me to." I whispered
"It's happening, (sigh) but I don't want you to stop... what do I do?" she whispered back.
"I have an idea... take control." I murmured.
I lay on the bed and she came to the top. Now, I had a full view of her. I felt like my eyes were witnessing heaven in its entirety. She was art. She leaned and kissed me. She was now feeling comfortable and her trauma was behind her. She had re-discovered herself. This brought confidence with it. She used that confidence to try as much as possible to quench that thirst she had been carrying for all that while. And it was a long while, because the Cherry I was looking at, was not the Cherry I knew some minutes ago. It was as if she had been into riding classes... she was trying her skills on me. I could tell. She was moaning her guts out as she moved, as though she was on a seesaw.
My hands on her waist, I helped her up and down. She grew tired but she couldn't stop. Slow motion was her pace now. Cherry's cherry was ripe and really juicy. And I had a job, to make it even juicier. This, I accomplished. And after a long enticing while, I was done as soon as she was. She was shaking as she lay on me. I felt drained too but joy took over. She was really happy; her glow was illuminated. She was speechless. All she could do is just lie there. And that is all I wanted to do too.
I needed to hydrate though. I sauntered to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water. She had already turned to the other side of the bed and covered up. I came closer and she was surely sound asleep. I joined her in the bed and kept calm. All I could think of was the sex. It was incredible! For me at least. I didn't know about her but I certainly had high hopes. But for the record, that was nothing close to my best. She slowly tilted and faced me. I had woken her, apparently. Her eyes looked tired and disoriented.
"You need some water?" I asked.
"Yes, I do. I surely feel dehydrated. You've squeezed me dry." She replied.
She gulped the water, then deeply inhaled. She looked at me and asked, "Up for round two?"
I stared at her in disbelief. "Please tell me you're joking."
With her hand already caressing my phallus, she replied, "I am dead serious."
I was already aroused by her motivation. She kissed me softly and continued the caressing. She suddenly stopped and looked at me, then she spoke, "This is surely going to be a long and exciting weekend."
"Wait, weekend?" I was perplexed.
"Yes! weekend. There is no way I am letting you go, at least not for now." She replied in a tone that was filled with desire and excitement.
She had rendered me speechless. She put her hand back to work down there and continued to kiss me.
"And this time, love... take control." She whispered.
I was glad we were acquainted.
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