GETTING THEM 11

 

GETTING THEM 11

The day had been beautiful but it came to a sad ending as I could not stay out later than 20hrs, I knew my sister would not spare me with her lectures. Mr Chalwe had been great company and I could not ask for better, there was a beautiful unspoken silence between us as he drove me home, he held my hand caringly. I could see him steal glances at me and i found that pretty cute but what was even more beautiful was how he apologised each time we hit a pothole or turned too quickly. Overall he was a smooth driver. It was already dark when we entered Lusaka but I still had enough time before getting home. Mr Chalwe stopped over at the bakery and got some bread, I could imagine he had a big family as he left with two loaves from the store. I was surprised when he handed me one and said it was mine. We had still not discussed his family or if this was going to be a relationship.

The car slowed down as we entered my street, I figured he wanted to talk to me and I was more attentive to his glances.

“I had a good time” he said as the car became even slower.

“I did too” I replied.

Mr Chalwe finally pulled over at the Phiri residence and I was worried their inquisitive daughter would be peeping from somewhere.

“This car is very tinted” he said as if reading my thoughts.

Mr Chalwe unfastened his seatbelt and turned to look at me. I followed suit but suddenly felt shy and looked down.

“You are very beautiful… I like you” he said.

I had no idea whether my response was required but I let a little smile. 

“I would like us to spend more time together” he said.

Mr Chalwe lifted my chin with his right hand and I felt butterflies in my tummy. It’s as if everything stopped at that moment, my eyes voluntarily closing and the butterflies leaving my tummy but coming to dance in my face. I felt him get closer to my face and my hands begun to sweat, it was the instant intense change in my body that I could not explain. I had kissed a guy before in school and he was my crush but the force of attraction that suddenly swung in my direction at this very moment was something new. I wondered why none of my friends had told me this is what it felt like to have a groomed man love you. I knew it was too early to assume it was love but it did feel like love and much more. Mr Chalwe’s soft plump lips touched mine so gently and passionately pressing on to a point of allowing my own surrender. As my lips came apart to make way for his tongue I breathed deeply. With his warm tongue he began a gentle pursuit of my tongue causing a sudden feeling of heat and a ticklish sensation in my pant. I squeezed my right hand into a fist and pressed hard on my seat. Mr Chalwe was in for the kill and was not stopping until he had me releasing my tongue and my lips getting wet from his pursuit. It was an intense emotion and a feeling I could not explain.