We pull back after what feels like an eternity. She’s out of breath and I feel hot.

She uses her hand to wipe her lipstick off of my lips. 

“I feel like Katy Perry right now.” She whispers.

I’m confused.

“What?” I ask

“You know? I kissed a girl, and I liked it?” She sings.

I half laugh. We go for the second kiss, and it’s magic again. Our hands, mouths colliding, pouring out our desires and passions. Her broken little whimpers, sound like music to my ears as her hands dance at the back of my head.

We only stop when we hear the front door opening. I jump off her, because I was now ontop of her, humping her fully clothed.

She does a hand gesture, to show me to wipe off the lipstick, and I do so. She nods.

Her dress is all the way up to her waist, she quickly stands up and pulls it down, as our mothers walk in.

My mom looks at us suspiciously. I want to laugh at her.

“What were you doing?” Mom asks.

“Sibongile was telling me about how she wants to pursue teaching too.” I smile

“Oh really?” My mom smiles.

We engage in chit chat. 

Sibongile gives me her numbers. I doubt I’ll text her though. And soon we are leaving. We are standing by the stop sign, waiting to catch a taxi. We hug again. This time. Less awkward. More passion.

We pull back, hug again and again and again.

“Okay. Come, Lwandle.” Mom says, dragging me to the taxi

Sibo and her mom wave us goodbye.

I won’t text her. I have a girlfriend. I take out my phone, delete her numbers. If we meet again, it’ll be because our mothers orchestrated us meeting again, not just for show.

The Saturday didn’t turn out so bad. I smile to myself.

“Uchazwa yini wena?(what’s got you so happy?)” My mom asks me.

I shrug, “I had a good time ma.” 

She smiles too.