In the evening we then met as planned, next to a tree, I stood smiling. As we were in our romantic moment, something came into my mind that said I should tell her my life story, meaning my life short story, to test her personality again. I did I this because I knew that I would lose her, 100% guaranteed because happiness is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, I mean happiness where you feel as if you’re in paradise, that kind of happiness.

I knew even though we were both happy at that moment, it would all fade away. I usually have those kinds of relationships that fade as if there was never love. So I made that evening as useful as I could, we were telling each other our stories and everything about ourselves. After thirty minutes of talking, I began to kiss her and she followed my lead, I tasted her juicy lips, she kissed me back and I complained, I told her that I couldn’t feel her kiss, I think she could do better, then she got angry and kissed me for five minutes, I told her again with a smile on my face that she must now allow me to take control of the situation. The Xhosa girl had too many questions. I loved her questions though.

I loved the way she spoke Xhosa and questioned my judgments, so I took my finger and put it on her lips to keep her quiet and then kissed her. I held her figure, I embodied her to my body and made sure I touched her with a soft touch. I kissed her again and again until I got horny, her eyes had changed, and the mood had changed, the kiss was beginning to lead to something else. I ended up touching her private parts, but the only thing we lacked was a bedroom, we were both deep in thought, lost and confused by the moment.

In that same evening I took her to my room, which was a ten-minute walk, finally we entered, I went deeper and further and got inside her panties with my hand and touched her, she was really turned on, suddenly I don’t know what happened, but I saw myself on top of her in my bed, in my room.

The scariest part came, where I had to take all her clothes off and do what had to be done, she had left me to take charge of her, as she covered her face, the sweet smell of the spray she put was also tempting.

Maphindi was wearing tight jeans, I then took off my shirt, and I was naked on top and took hers off and she was naked also. Now thoughts were beginning to spin in my head again, I was asking myself that since I couldn’t control the moment, what if I impregnated her, the worst part was that I was a virgin, but I hid that from her, I never told her.

I then tried to take off her jeans which were too tight, I was scared because that was the deepest part I had never thought I would reach with her, especially from a girl whom my brothers respected.

I was slow in taking off her jeans, I was scared because there were also no condoms in the room and my mother would kill me if I got a girl pregnant while I was still in school. I then told her the truth, I told her that I really wanted to do this, to have sex with her, but then I had changed my mind, I told Maphindi the truth, I told her I was a virgin, and this would be my first time.

She just woke up and took her clothes and wore them. She told me that tomorrow she was leaving and that she was going back to Cape Town. I was sad, but I knew that was going to happen and the worst part was that I failed to have sex with her, something I would’ve used to fulfil my desire for her, and the love I had, it was all going to fade away.

I then told her goodbye. No hugs. I was angry.