My Mother's Boyfriend

CAUGHT PANTS DOWN

The bus stop is buzzing with the bustling of bizarre. Many dwellers here are students familiar with each other. One is throwing a jibe at the other. Another is just singing loudly from the booming music on his headphones. Couples are cuddling like soldiers at an airport, going for war and leaving behind pretty maidens. Some students stay at the campus hostel down near the school where my Uncle teaches. The senior students stay in private residences in this town. It seems these damsels are the evening meals on this part of the country.

“Hey Sharon.” Joe greets some of the ladies passing by.

“Who is she?” I want to know.

“Sharon.”

“I heard you call her Sharon of course.”

“She is my classmate.”

“Huh, the way she looked at you.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Maybe she loves you.”

“Maybe she’s jealous at the pretty person next to me.”

He knew how to curve it towards him. It is not just Sharon. By the time we had walked ten minutes past the bus stop, he had greeted seven ladies and one guy. One guy only. I felt proud at his reassurance that I am pretty. He kept saying it. He over emphasized it. He kept talking about my hips and boobs. I felt shy.

I tiptoe shyly in my rubber vans as Joe majestically swaggers holding my hand. Talk of the new couple in town! It is 6:30 p.m. We cross a one way Hanzard Street. He unzips his back pack up his bag and fished out a bunch of keys.

“All those? For what?”

“School and house. Also home keys.”

“For how long are we going to take?”

“For as long as you want.”

He holds my hand and lifts my chin with his middle finger. He wants to kiss me. I think I do not like him anymore. I have this premonition that he is just bad.

“Stop.”

“Those ladies. How comes no nigga was helloing you?”

“I am not used to niggas, I am not gay.”

“Don’t try to manipulate me with the gay excuse. I am not sympathetic.”

“Okay, I do photography, ladies love photos. Here, let me show you....”

“No need to. I just feel like going. Can we postpone this? I have your number.”

“f**k!”

“Besides, I barely know you.”

“You barely know me, and you walked all this way just to protest at the gate. Tyra!”

“20 minutes. I’m in good books of my aunt.”

He slides his key. We go through the gate and up stares. It is a ten storey male hostel. Though there are scattered girls on balconies. Some are braless, other have no tees and no bras. I really want to laugh.

“What?” He looks behind.

“Nothing.”

“Life is never that serious here.”

“Does that apply to you?”

He sighs and keeps counting the stairs. Lucky me, he lives on the first floor. I hear some groaning voices as I wait for him to open door number 13. Guys are making love next door. The lady is a train, hooting all her vocal box volume. She is busy cursing. f**k. Do it. Choke me. Don’t stop.

“Don’t worry about that.”

“What?” I pretend not to.

“The noises.”

“I can’t hear anything.”

He looks behind a smiles. The door flies open. I don’t want to go in. I want to listen to my lady next door. I can hear a thumping sound, like a floor being cemented with a huge flat surface. Once in a while she slaps. I recall my p**n videos. Honestly, I am horny. But at the wrong time. Not with him. He is staring at me, biting his lip and smiling. I am licking the corners of my lips. I am trying hard to maintain a first time expensive expression in vain.

“Will you come in?”

He holds the door wide open. I love his bed. I love his closet too. There is a teddy bear on his bed. I thought he told me he is not gay. I ignore that. I’m dripping. I want to use the bathroom.

“What if I say no?”

My thighs are shaking and he is fixing his eyes right on them.

“My neighbours are always busy. I guess you realize that you are standing in front of their business premises. Let’s mind ours.”

He gets to me, holds me by the waist and carries me in. I love that. He holds my cheeks and pulls me up close.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

“Sure.” He gesture do a door behind me.

I dash in. I sit on it and he comes right inside. He is shirtless. I am surprised but not offended. He is brown. His abs are protruding, I thought he was tall but skinny. Hell no. it was just that baggy tees he had on.

“Really now, Joe!”

I am faking it. My spirit says a loud welcome.  I am motionless. I am wet. I am confused. He is a stranger. I flash the loo. He helps me up as I pull up my pants. I can hear his heart beat. He is taller than me and I am staring at his chest. Tattooed with a basketball picture.

“Can we go...?”

He carries me up and kisses me. He kisses me deeply then looks at me. He does it repeatedly. He holds me against the bathroom wall and pins me hard on it. He changes his position and holds me by my booty. He puts me down and pulls off my top. We are both shirtless. Abs against t**s. Flat tummy against cubes. He throws my clothes out through the door and grabs my waist again.

“Come on near me.”

“I have never had s*x, Joe.”

My little cry for doesn’t matter much. He puts his tongue on my n****e and bites it with his lips. He is breathing hard. I want him inside me. He rotates and stands behind me. Holds my hand by the elbows. I can hear his hardness right on my booty. He is looking for it. He finds it.

“Stop.”

I am scared but in the mood. He put the shower on and holds my hand. He slides inside me. My eyes want to jump out of their gorges. I can hardly breathe. He is faster and stronger. He is brushes his rough hands on my n*****s and slaps my back and booty. He does it repeatedly. He is now screwing me harder and I want to stop. I try to pull his hand off my mouth. I am breathless. He soon groans loudly. He release me, I bury my face in the shower. I am lost. He soon walks out and leaves me alone.

“Who is she?”

“Hey. I can explain.” Joe hisses.

“Explain what nigga!” She shouts.

Did I hear a familiar voice? I cut off the shower to listen well. Seems the door was left open.

“You, get out b***h. Or I walk in!”

I totally have nothing on my mind. She knocks the door open. I creep on to the wall to hide myself from this lady I have loved all my life. My mouth drops. She holds her mouth in gasp. I had slept with her boyfriend.

“Tyra!”