We are in Cynthia’s house, our clothes are all over the lounge, I am left in my boxers and she’s left in her matching red laced panty and bra.

We are on the couch, grinding desperately, she is meeting me, as she grinds against me harder, her soft moans met by my long low groans.

We are untangled from each other, when we hear footsteps. I jump off from her, all sweaty and tongue tied, meeting the eyes of another boy. He is in casual clothes, and he looks annoyed.

“Cynthia?” He says, in a low voice.

He is taller than me, and trust me, I am really tall. He is wearing black jeans and a blue tshirt, and blue sneakers. He’s carrying a backpack, he has a neat fade haircut, that’s dyed in gray.

“Shit! I thought you had classes till late?” Cynthia says, stands up and starts pulling on her clothes.

“And that’s why you brought your boyfriend over here? What if mom or dad walked in? Or better yet, our nosy little brother, Samkele?” The boy asks.

“I’m sorry, BK. I’ll take my boyfriend up to my room.” Cynthia holds my hand, with one hand, while the other is holding a bundle of my clothes.

BK shakes his head, he looks like Cynthia. He is dark skinned, brown eyes, and pouty lips too.

“Let’s go.” Cynthia pulls me.

“Sorry for that.” I say to the boy, as Cynthia drags me upstairs.

The boy nods and throws himself on the sofa.

***

Cynthia pushes me off her and stares at me like I’m an alien.

“What’s wrong with you Sboniso?” She shouts

“Let’s just kiss for a few more minutes, please.” I beg

“Mxm get off my bed. You can’t even rise to the occasion” She wears her laced bra.

“Cynthia please..” I beg.

I know if I don’t do this with her right now, she’ll spread gossip about how I couldn’t get it up. Seriously, what sane man wouldn’t want to devour Cynthia?