Pools of Blood

Chapter 22

"Michael, come here for a moment son", mom called from my bedroom. She had been cleaning my room for the past two hours.

"Yes, mom."

-"There is a charity organization at the end of the week. Can you please sort out the garments you wanna give away? Specially Amiya’s dresses and shoes."

-"I don’t wanna give them away mom. It's hers."

Mom sighed deeply. Then she took my hand upon hers.

"Michael, she would have wanted this. You know that. She would never have wanted you to stay like this. You should move on in life. The more you cry in the nights, the more unhappy her soul would be looking from above. You have to let it go. All of it. Those dresses won't do any good lying in the cupboard, but they might help someone to keep warm, won't they?" 

She was right. I was still madly attached to every article of hers. I nodded in approval.

-"That’s my boy", she kissed me on my forehead and said, "take your time. Okay? I will leave you now".

She smiled at me and left the room. I opened her cupboard. It's been two years. A damp smell hit me. The clothes were releasing foul stale odor due to long-term imprisonment as if they too wanted to be free, they too wanted to be worn by someone. I brought down a big carton hastily started to fill it up with everything that my hands touched before I changed my mind about giving her things away. Amiya loved the black color, and almost all her clothes were different shades of black. Sweaters, leggings, jackets, dresses, innerwear everything, I dropped into the box. Mom was right. Amiya would have donated these too. Had she been alive?

Suddenly a slippery piece of cloth fell from the shelf. I picked it up. A red silk short dress. It was my first gift when we first went on a date. Memories flooded back and I had no control over them. We were in college and it was my birthday. Every year since childhood, it was Amiya and Alfred who celebrated it with lots of fun and frolic. But that year was different. Alfred was in training. He was sent abroad for a project. I was pleased in one way. It would be just she and me and no one else. I sent the dress to her and asked her if she would like to join me near the pool at night.

How excited I was! The whole lawn I covered it with candles and rose petals. The waters of the pool glowed beautifully. An intoxicating aroma fragranced the ambiance. She came. She looked so much different. The dress was revealing and it showed off her perfectly round breasts and her curves. That was the first time she was wearing red.

"How do I look?", she asked with a blush. her face was flushed pink in embarrassment.

-"Beautiful. sexy and hot! I have always imagined you in red."

She looked around and smiled seductively at me. "I never thought you would do all these. Candles. Roses. Where did you learn all these Michael?"

I scoffed at her.

"You have seen nothing babe." Saying I drew her close and couldn’t stop myself from touching her. I ached for her touch. My body was hungry for love. I desired her so much. Her fair ivory neck seemed so much inviting. she gave a soft wanting moan when my lips touched her. I couldn’t focus anymore. The couch beside the pool was waiting for us. I carried her and set her in my arms. She hungrily kissed me, desiring more with her tongue, licking my lips and pushing her hands down my abs. I couldn’t remember when my hands slipped the strap of her dress. After her lips skimmed down to my skin, kissing my neck and shoulder, her hot breathe made me insane and I tugged the remaining rayon of her body. She was sitting on my lap, which gave her mastery to her full advantage. Her hands cupped my face and she plunged deep within my lips. I felt dizzy, and I crushed my mouth to hers with a violent and urgent kiss. It hurt and it wasn't kind but her sweet strawberry flavored lipstick was all I could taste. My hands involuntarily went up and cupped her breasts which fitted perfectly in my palms. Soft warm flesh and she moaned in ecstasy. She breathed through her nose, fighting her raging heartbeats. Hot breathe filled my ear when she kissed my collar bone and I traced my finger over her n*****s. She filled my mind, body, and soul and I didn’t remember when and how we discarded the remaining of our clothes and I slid inside her. Every slide tugged at her and every friction brought her to a frenzy. Her desirous loud moans filled me with a sense to possess her, be with her for a lifetime. She was mine and her smoky eyes spoke of her love for me.  We climaxed together and laid on the couch, locked down into a warm embrace for the rest of the night.

-"You are made for me, only me, do you get it?", I whispered in her ear.

-"So right babe", she kissed the bulge of my throat and traced her fingers on my chest.

That was the most beautiful night of my life. Although we made love every day after that, no one forgets their first. I couldn’t bear to part with this piece of clothing. I could still smell her sweat in that.

"Michael", mom called from outside.

I rubbed the slight trickle of tear from my eyes and hastily put the dress back into the cupboard.

-"Yes mom".

"Someone from the station has called on the landline. He is on hold."

I ran towards the hall and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

-"Michael", Bo Chang’s voice came from the other end.

-"Yes sir".

-"Lenus is found dead".