We were done with dinner, and Jake left few minutes ago, I escorted him out and we had some few talks, walk back home to help mom clean the dishes
" is nice that your associating with new people at your work place Rachel " mom said
Sometimes we meet new people to forget about the past don't you think so?
" for goodness sake mom , I know where you're heading to and for Christ sake I just met Jake yesterday, and you're already thinking we could be something "
" I don't mean it that way my love, I only want to see you happy and I think he …..
Oh no mom just stop it right there,who is this person your referring to
" oh damn it look what mom cause, this is isn't what I imagine my day off to be like
" tell me mom, who is this guy, did I miss him or what?
It was charlotte's and her long mouth ready to receive gossips any time .
Why is the whole place quiet, tell me or are you hiding anything from me Rachel, I can't believe this, we are bff and we aren't supposed to keep secrets RULE NUMBER ONE
" oh stop it Rachel what secrets there's nothing to talk about because mom is just imagining stuff that can never happen, for goodness sake I love Raymond and his my boyfriend, how hard is that to understand, we just haven't had any good conversations but I know his busy and all that .
" mom what's Rachel mumbling about " charlotte asked mom looking all dumbfounded.
I walk out angrily leaving mom and charlotte in the kitchen, I don't know what have gotten into mom that she will think I can fall for a guy I just met like a day ago.
Walk to my room as I slammed they door really hard, I move to my bed as I threw my self at the bed facing my ceiling, how much i miss dad, tears roll down my cheeks.
I took my phone at the side of my bed, where my locker stand was visible, I dial Raymond line and it's was busy, what the fuck could be the issue with Raymond line, he hasn't even thought of visiting knowing very well that I texted him about my health.
" ding ...dong I heard my door beg Ring
" go away charlotte " I screamed I really need to be alone, I don't want to receive any lecture from anyone or anyone mentioning Jake's name
" Hey Rachel it's me Raymond "
" Raymond ….. oh yes it's Raymond " I jumb happily from the bed as I ran to the door, oh hell my room is so messy .
" give me five minutes , my room is so messy i need clean "
" don't be dramatic Rachel, just open the door "
" who am I fooling If I can remember clearly Raymond is used to seeing my room all messy.
I walk close and open the door,
" hey Raymond " I said shyly
" how is your health, I saw your text message sorry I got caught up at work, I just finished now, hope you're okay, " he said
" come in babe, let's talk inside I have missed you, I said as he walked in and I shut the door, won't want anyone one disturbing us .
Please sit at the bed my reading table is messed up.
"That's always my place remember, I haven't met your room properly arranged ever, I'm glad there is a bed to sit on today because the last time I came around your bed was turned into a wardrobe with all kind of clothes, shoes and jewelry resting effortlessly as it should in a wardrobe" he ended this with a smile and words couldn't express how I missed the moment we shared together.
I was still in deep thought when he giggled at me again
"Madam baker, where is the bread" pointing at the spot where a butter has stained my dress beside my left bread.
"Oh, not again" I yelled. And I just got this dress on
"You will have to get it off" he said mockingly
Sometimes I literally get overwhelmed by the charming features God decided to create a person with. How can one person have a charming voice, soft spoken, clean set of dentition, two lovely dimples, tall and at the same time light skinned? All these are the physical attributes of Raymond, I often get scared of loosing him to someone else or who knows if I have not lost him already and all I see now is just a mirage.
"No, that is not possible" I mumbled to myself and waved the thoughts off my head.
As I walked towards the other end of the room to undress I could literally feel the presence of a pair of eyes looking at me fiercely, I peeped through my shoulder and my guess was confirmed. Our eyes met together and we both looked away speedily.
As I started undressing, pulling my shirt from my bellybutton above my chest exposing my breast I could feel a sense of nakedness clouding me and at that moment I regretted not wearing a bra. My instinct advised that I stop but I have started anyways so I continue, pulling my shirt above my neck and then with a face already covered in darkness I tried getting the neck of my shirt to pass through my hair: I had initially wrapped my hair into a rose style while in the kitchen.
At this point it was difficult for my shirt to pass through that pile of hair and I must admit that I was stucked with my face in darkness.
"Do you need a hand?" Raymond asked with his face still buried in his phone.
"No thanks. I'm good" I lied hastily.
He must have noticed how uneasy I was trying to get my self free.
All this while I had my back against him, coming to help me will definitely make him see the other of my body part…"No, I can not" I said to myself.
I tugged and tugged until I was exhausted and my nails made it worst.
I was still trying to regain my breathe to try again when I felt the presence of a muscular hand holding my shirt, even with my covered face i could still identify who it was aside the fact that he was the only one in the room with me the sweet smell of his rose petals perfume gave him away.
"Always call for help when you need one"
he said this words closed to my ear with the calmest tone I have ever heard
"Wait, could that be…has he…jezzz" I closed my eyes even in the darkness to tell myself that Raymond was standing right in front of me with my two pointed breast looking at him helplessly.
Raymond grabbed my shirt and in no time I could see the light again as the shirt let go it grip on my hair
There he was, standing in front of me looking at one of my embodiment that identifies me among women.
I was helpless, looking pale and not knowing if to resist the contact of his fierce looking eyes. I opened my mouth, trying to force the word "thank you" but no words were forthcoming. I tried again and again then gave up. I was diffident and at the same time embarrassed not clearly sure if the weird feelings was as a result of standing in front of a man half naked for the very first time or the thought of someone meeting us in this unplanned manner!
I was still in a very deep thought when I felt a heavy lip placed on mine.
I wasn't sure on how to react during times like this. I have never kissed anyone before, I only watched such scenes on tv series and imagined how that feels in a real life scenario.
"This is my chance to explore" I reasoned to myself. Raymond was shocked as I reciprocated the kiss, sucking the juicy part of his lower lip. His lips is as creamy as I had imagined it to be, soft, mild and sweet.
As we kissed further I did it passionately, kissing the upper lip and then the lower lip.
I could feel the intensity of his warm breath, his tongue fully buried inside my mouth hitting the walls of my jaw every seconds.
His both arms was wrapped behind my waist, he continued the kissing and I obliged then he moved further to kissing my right ear, I wasn't too sure if that was hygienic but I wasn't ready to stop him as I wanted to enjoy every moment as it was my first. He kissed it with such intensity that it swept me off my feet and sends an electric like wave into my spine.
This made me weak and as if he has been waiting for this moment he carried me off the ground, I had to wrap my arms around his neck to gain balance. He placed me on the bed gently as a nursing mother does to her child and in no time we was laying ontop of me. I could hear my leather bag protesting as we pressed against it.
With my breast still buried in his chest and my arms around his neck he suddenly stopped kissing my ears, he looked at me and I looked back with dissatisfaction because I never wanted the moment to stop.
Humming the words "I love you Rachael" he swiftly stood up, facing the wall with his back against me he began undressing. I watched in silence and amazement as he unbuttoned his sleeves showing his six packs and a tattoo just above his wrist which reads 'God is the Greatest'.
As he turned around facing me I couldn't resist but to take note of his heavily built body. Raymond has a kind of physique that can classify him as an athlete. He walks towards me, creeping silently from my legs then to my stomach. I could feel his cold lips as it touches my left nipple which sends a cold wave through an unknown part of my body that I can't identify.
He began milking me like a master does to his cow but ours was different as the milking machine was his mouth. His right hand was firmly placed on my right breast making wavy movements and squeezing them at will. His big hand could cover my little breast entirely.
My breast was standing in erect as if ready for the task ahead. I had a kind of breast that can be considered as an apple breast: not big and definitely not small but just round resting peacefully on my chest like a mounded soft ball. I often examined myself carefully for growth and teased myself in front of the mirror saying this can not be all the breast God decided to give a full grown up lady like me…'they got to be more' I always say to myself
Raymond was not done yet, hinting that I have a sensitive breast he focused all his attention there, grabbing and squeezing it even harder like it has never been done before.
The only time my breast has been touched was in college during an inter house sport competition during a football match of female against a male team where Greg ran into me while I was with the ball, I can still remember how painful it was. He tried holding me to avoid a crash landing but unfortunately grabbed my breast tightly, that was nothing compare to what Raymond is doing right now.
He continued fondling my breast with his mouth and I marveled at how passionately he sucks as If expecting a drop of milk from it.
Switching unto the other one he did the same justice to it then with his right hand unzipping my skirt and pulling it to the ground.
I was motionless as I noticed his hand finding it way in between my thigh, defiling the defense system of my pant and eventually landing on the surface of my vagina.
This was the first time a hand other than mine was touching that region of my body and it felt good. He tickled my clit with his index finger and this got me moaning in a kind of pleasure I haven't experienced before and sending my imagination into a world I can not explain.
With his finger still glued inside of me he began to make a snail like movement with his tongue creating traceable tracks with his spittle, moving slowly from my breast down to my belly button and to my waist and then meeting his index finger place on my thigh.