I wake up and I feel terrible. I feel like I’ve offended her. I take my phone and dial her number. It goes straight to voicemail, then I feel it coming. Vomit. I run to the toilet. I vomit till nothing comes up.
Then I take a long bath. As I sit in the water, I hear the door open. I quickly wrap a towel around myself and walk to the kitchen. She’s there, and she has a container with her. I stare.
“I made you breakfast,” she says, bringing up the container.
I nod. “OK,” I say, running to my bedroom.
I slip into my jeans and a green shirt. Today she’s in a beautiful floral dress.
As I walk back into the kitchen, she’s already served. We eat, we talk and it’s back to normal.
We decide to go to the mall.
As we walk to her car, she opens the door for me! I’m not going to lie, I was taken back. I’ve dated men and not even once have they ever opened the door for me! I slide in.
We have so much fun at the mall, we hold hands, we take selfies and we get takeaways for home.
“Where’s your friend?” Thabiso asks later.
“Why? You like her?” I ask.
He laughs, he’s uncomfortable. “No! I love you,” he says.
“I only want you,” he continues.
Another lie. I nod.
“She’s at her flat,” I shrug, standing up.
“She stays alone? Any boyfriend?” he asks.
“I’m not comfortable discussing this with you,” I tell him.
“I called you this afternoon,” he changes the subject.
“I was at the mall with Lesego,” I say.
“Are you guys dating?” he jokes.
“Relax! I know you like real men. Girls can’t give you what I give you,” he laughs, pulling me roughly to himself.
I push him. “I don’t know anything about you. How old are you?” I ask him.
Come to think of it, Thabiso and I hardly speak. He just comes by, we have sex and he leaves.
“I’m 27. You know this,” he laughs.
“I don’t. When’s your birthday?” I duck as he tries to kiss me.
“The 31st of January,” he tells me, following me.
“How old are you?” he asks me.
“I’m 25,” I say.
He nods slowly.
“Is that it? Can we have some fun?” He comes closer to me.
“I’m tired,” I say.
He nods and walks out. He doesn’t even try to say, “OK, let’s cuddle and talk.”
I watch as he walks away. He has a beautiful behind.
I come back home from work, I’m tired.
I kick off my heels, and as I am about to jump in the shower, my phone beeps. It’s Lesego. She’s inviting me to her house.
I’m in my yellow classic dress, and as she opens the door I feel under-dressed. She is in a blue figure-hugging dress and has her hair done in a beautiful hairstyle, while I just combed my wig back. She hugs me. I hug her back.
She’s holding me so good. This feels like a fairy-tale.
I walk in, there are roses and candles. She hands me a bouquet of roses.
“Is this a date?” I joke.
I honestly don’t know what answer I’m expecting.
“Do you want it to be?” she laughs, but I can sense the nervousness in her voice.
I laugh too, and we sit down.
We eat, make small talk, then we head out to the balcony; it’s a warm summer evening.
We have a towel laid out on the floor, we’re lying on it, staring at the sky. The stars look beautiful.
“You look beautiful tonight,” she tells me.
I smile shyly.
Thabiso wherever you are, take notes! I almost shout.
“Thanks. You look gorgeous.” I hold her hand.
She sips her wine casually, and puts it on floor. She turns, facing me. We’re the same height. She slowly runs her hand up and down my face. I feel my face getting hot and my lips going dry.
“Have you ever kissed a girl?” she asks.
I shake my head.
She smiles, “Neither have I. From the first day I laid my eyes on you, I wanted to kiss you. Can I?” she asks.
Man! This girl is everything I’ve always wanted in a man. I nod. She takes my lips in hers. And there, on the balcony, the stars looking down at us, we make love. It’s magical, it’s so mind blowing, I never knew a woman was capable of pleasing another woman like that.
“I love you,” she says, as I climax.
For the first time since I’ve started having sex, I actually have an orgasm.
I can’t lie to myself. “I love you too,” I say.
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