CHAPTER 16
NOMVULA
“Ask no questions and hear no lies,” I say coyly.
“No, you owe me some answers.”
“I never said I was a virgin, where did you get that?”
“I’m not sure but between your strict parents and trying to be an exemplary girl, where did you get the time to date?”
“My parents were strict but they didn’t supervise my cookie and who said anything about dating?”
“Nomvula! You were a smash and pass kind of a person?”
“No, I’m not a whore, Sabelo. I had a brief thing with some guy, he broke my virginity and I don’t know what made everything boring between his excess saliva and his shaking hands, but something about that whole ordeal made me conclude that sex wasn’t nice and it was overrated.”
“You didn’t enjoy it?”
“No. It was just an exchange of saliva and body fluids that didn’t bring me any satisfaction nor pleasure.”
“And then you came on me hard like that? What changed? Sex still overrated?” he raises his eyebrow, I blush just as my clit throbs—despite me being sore down there.
“Let’s just say you managed to redeem your gender,” I softly push him off me and run to the bathroom. I’m not running because I’m pressed, I’m running because I just let my gender down. We are not supposed to tell the opposite gender that they are good in bed.
I get in and slam the door behind me. I sit on the toilet seat and empty my bladder. I wipe myself and it’s not shocking that I still have slippery juices down there, a lot of juice exchange happened. I was sore the first time he entered me but as we continued, my vagina walls got used to his length and I really enjoyed him. I stand up and flush the toilet. I walk towards the mirror and notice that my wig is no longer on my head. I installed it yesterday, and this guy pulled it out? I don’t blame him though, I also broke his zip because I was impatient. I smile as my eyes land on the hickeys on my neck. This guy literally marked me.
The door opens and I’m not quick enough to reach for the towel and cover my body before Sabelo can wrap his arms around me, his manhood poking my back and making me excited all over again.
“MaMnisi,” he says softly and I swear this guy has a direct line of communication with my clit. “I don’t know what you are doing to me but I like it,” his hands fondle my titties before his fingers can tease my already hard nipples. “You have me at a disadvantage and this guy doesn’t want to sleep.”
I turn around and lock my eyes with his, the lust in his eyes a mirror of my own desire and need. His lips are inviting, and his manhood now poking my stomach only makes me want him even more.
“I want you too.”
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By the time we finally order lunch, it’s way past lunch time and all we have been doing is the business that only the sheets and the couch got to witness. We took a shower earlier and decided to rest a bit but we did more of the adults business than we slept. We are now sitting on the bed, stark naked and enjoying our food. It’s strange that I have only been briefly naked for one guy but here I am comfortably sitting with a stranger in our birth suits and it is not awkward. Instead I feel like I have known Sabelo forever.
When I asked him to come with me yesterday, I thought it was the wine talking but now that I’m sober, I can say that I needed this. I feel lighter and happier.
“We need to get you a morning after pill,” he speaks.
“Yeah. Daddy is still trying to build a relationship with his firstborn we cannot afford to bring another cocomelon into the mix, can we?” I tease.
“What are you doing to me, Nomvula? What are we?”
“I don’t know but I wouldn’t mind replaying the past few hours over and over again.”
“Meaning you like me?”
“Yes, I do. You are a good guy and now I have just confirmed that your goodness extends to the other things too—”
“Girl, shut up before I make you my second baby mama.” His threat does things to my abdomen but let’s contain it. Too much of everything is never a good idea, no matter how nice and exciting that thing is.
“The last time we kissed you left me with an excuse that you couldn’t go further because you had not been cleansed. Have that been done?”
“Yes. My in-laws somehow came back to their senses and did the ceremony for me.”
“That’s good. I was scared that I will need to get cleansed too for sleeping with you.”
“I’m good now. I had just not thought about sex until you happened. I have been worried about other things, you know.”
“What things?”
“I don’t want to overshare,” I shrug.
“Come on, you know everything about me. I won’t judge.”
“I have been trying to live, you know. To try and find new hobbies and a purpose but everything I try makes me feel guilty. I love cars, fast cars and I also love Motorsport. If I would swap careers, I would go for that. I have always badly wanted to see them in real life, but time and finances were never on my side. I also love collecting nice cars, but now I feel like these hobbies will make me forget what my wife and I built.”
“Your wife is late, Sabelo, and stalling your healing and time to move on won’t change anything. As much as loss is painful, we have a duty to live on and continue chasing what makes us, us. You are not an extension of your wife’s life, you are Sabelo, an individual who also had dreams before marriage and loss. Find that Sabelo within you and live again. Life is too short to stop living because you lost someone. You will be doing injustice to yourself, you were also born for a purpose. Anele’s journey ended, but yours haven’t. Don’t die with regrets.”
“Thanks, I guess I needed to hear that. Would you come with me?”
“Where to?”
“You will see. I don’t want you to say no.”
“How should I dress?”
“Comfortably. Now let me go to my house before my sister sends out a search party. My phone is off.”
“Okay. I will call my cousin and catch some sleep.”
I watch him dress up in his now wrinkled clothes. I offer him my father’s clothes but he refuses to wear them. Zulu men and pride! It’s just clothes, okay?! He kisses me on the forehead and says his goodbyes. I’m left blushing like a schoolgirl.
*****
SABELO
The smile on my face disappears when I get home to a sight of blue lights and blue shirts. My heart starts pounding hard against my ribcage, a number of worst case scenarios running through my mind. The one scenario that is more pronounced is of my sister having been a victim of burglary but I push it out of my mind as I park the car. I literally run towards the entrance.
“Sabelo?” I don’t get who says it but it sounds like a well rehearsed chorus.
“What’s going on?” I ask and just then Ndalo comes out of the house.
“Where are you coming from?” she punches me on the chest.
“What is that for?” I’m confused.
“For disappearing and switching off your phone! Do you know how many people go missing per hour in this country?” she’s angry.
“You called the police because you thought I was kidnapped or something?” I don’t know why but I find this amusing.
“It’s not funny!” she punches me again.
“Officers, there have been a confusion, as you can see I’m here and well. My battery died and I had left my charger at home,” I explain.
“It’s good that you are okay,” says an officer. “Please always stay in touch with your people, the number of people disappearing is scary and your sister is right for worrying.”
“I understand. It won’t happen again and thank you for your swift response.”
“Keep safe,” and they leave.
“Where did you go? Don’t tell me you slept with Ziphozonke again?” she’s staring daggers at me.
“I didn’t—”
“Where are you coming from?”
“Can we at least go inside? I don’t want neighbours eavesdropping.”
I love how she cares about us but sometimes she’s just extra, there was no need for her to call the police. I am a grown ass man and she knows that I can protect myself.
“I was with Nomvula,” I confess and I see a smile forming on her face.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“I was too busy to think about that—”
“Sabelo!”
“I’m not telling, don’t ask.”
“Boy, I hope you used a condom because God knows fatherhood isn’t in your bones.”
Phuck! The morning after pill!
“I will be back in a few minutes—”
“Sabelo!” she calls out but I’m already outside…
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