The more I kissed and romantically touched her different body parts, the more flashback memories of Tasha and I kept on striking me inside my mind like we were in love war with each other. Sweet, lovely, dangerous, heartbreaking and mind-blowing flashes from the day we met at a youth career day at a university where she was working as the student's career consultant in the department of business and entrepreneurship. That time, my boss was the main speaker and being his right man I accompanied him. Flashes of our first kiss at the gate of their home and flashes of the one particular sex episode inside a lady's washroom at a certain club were wonderfully tormenting,
I hated it that I was thinking about my ex-girlfriend while I was romantically involved with another. I hated it that Tasha was taking over this moment and attempting to control my sex life and their was nothing I could do. I was vulnerable to her and it was the worst thing I expected from myself. Sometimes I get jealous thinking how she might be sleeping with someone else, what if she makes love to him better than she did to me, I hated myself for breaking her heart. although it might take long than expected, one thing I knew for sure was that I'll get over her someday.
Does it mean I still love her? Does it mean I miss her? These two questions kept blowing out and in of my mind day in day out like wind in the Sahara Dessert during the 16th century, especially when I am sober and with a date.
When Tasha left, I was hurt and I became reckless, I didn't go to work for one week until Tame intervened and brought my boss home. I hate that day, till today for seducing my boss and sleeping with her. After that she took advantage of my young blood and sexual energy until her husband found out. That's how I was fired.
After I was fired, I started my own business then tried my best to make amends with her and bring her back to my life but all fell into deaf ears. The last time to see her was a day I was chased away from her place by her brother and father calling me a voleuse and an abuser something I was not. I lost hope and decided to concentrate on building my own business empire first. We never communicated again after then, except may be through the sweet memories we had when we were in love, though I did not know whether she had the same memory flashbacks whenever she was. May be she has already moved on. I miss her-shit! I couldn't believe I said that after all she put me through. I hate her-that's better, I continued to talk to myself.
"Are you okay?" I heard Mercy asked from a far end. That's the time I came back to my senses and realized that I had stopped kissing her. She was standing a step in front of me with confusion and anger all over her face. Reminding me of the day I slapped Tasha after coming home late and missing her parents' introduction.
She was staring at me with her eyes widely open reminding me of Rita's dream about the strange animal in The Take Away Desire story by Martin Mutuku. Her hand was still holding my dick like it was a long baseball bat.
Even if Tasha was busy trying to take control of my sex life, I was not going to allow her to take away this moment, this pleasure which she had already taken away from me once, I convinced myself. I was not going to displease Mercy again. It was time for a make-up copulate between her and me. A very tense and serious one that will make sure that all the involved parties are satisfied to their level best.
I pulled her closer to me, holding her tightly against my body. I could feel her hard boobs pinned at my chest as she tried to breathe hard. I could tell from the look of things that she was already sexually aroused and she wanted me as much as I wanted her badly, from the state of her and from how she was heavily breathing to my mouth after her lips met mine for a deep passionate kiss. I pulled of her pink top, kissed her from her neck down to her boobs, teasing her nipples with my tongue as her more and more romantic groaning and panting encouraged me to do more to her. I thanked her privately from inside for wearing a semi-miniskirt.
I pulled it over to her waist and raised up her legs up. She knew what I wanted so she interlocked them at my back at the proximal of my spine at the same time kissing me wherever her lips landed on my body. I laid her down to the floor as I brushed her lips with mine kissing her with more ardor.
"Fuck me! Mercy said as I left her lips to kiss her ears the same time kneeling down over her with my penis hanging over her pussy. I took off her pink panty and teased her clito with two fingers. She cried in joy spreading her legs more apart making me fit very well between them. She was very wet that I couldn't wait any longer to exchange some honey with some cream. She too could not.
She raised her head, looked at me with the sexiest eyes I have ever seen in my bedroom from my face down to my private parts, she held my dick with her right down and directed it to her wet pussy. It was an order to pin it inside and I was good at following orders particularly if it involved pushing and pulling.
"Oooh! Fuck!" we all whispered in moans and groans of joy and happiness. She was hot and sweet at the same time. I wished I could stay in that position and moment forever. Pushing and pulling as our fingers crossed, squeezing her boobs, biting my lips, licking her tongue and tightly hugging each other to never let go of one another.