Betty lay on the cushion across the center table with her legs stretching out
As I stood waiting for her to approach me, I could feel the veins of my body toughened and my mouth began to salivate
Before I could tell what was happening, I felt more salivary glands gathering in my mouth as I took a gulp
My mouth became sweeter and I felt my tongue rolling in-between my lips and teeth
I was innocent so I couldn't really tell what was happening to my body
But I began to stare at Betty's legs where her red fitted gown had descended to its boundary forming her body into nice curves
Her legs polished like bronze and Smooth like olive oil,
"What are you doing!" My spirit cautioned
"God is a master Creator" I replied lustfully
Only then had I realized that I had gone so far away into lust but now I was back to my senses again
How quick and fast this thing happens only makes me wonder
"David, don't forget who you are" my mind warned and I upheld
I quickly turned away my lacanian psychoanalysis (gaze) and pretended to look away
Betty knew I wasn't okay and she too became aware of the atmosphere that was building up among us but she couldn't resist
She unfolded her legs slightly and against my wish, I found my neck turned slightly to steal some looks
I found my eyes, emotions, thoughts and being travelling from her legs to her thighs
More so was when I beheld her face as she smiled sheepishly and rose to her feet
My spirit and soul ran and were waiting for my body outside but the body resisted moving
I was stocked at the spot
I could feel the trap of Lucifer closing in on me but my body refused to run
"O David, remember you have a meeting this night. Don't let your purity go." My soul called out from where it stood ready to flee with my body
I turned to my wrist watch and saw the hands tickling, warning that it was about time
But before I could say Betty I have to go, my nose began to perceive her saint and the waves of her adoring body fragrance travelled beyond my body calling and dragging my soul into place
"O' my God, I have not thought of this as much." My body rejoiced to its delight
"David, why do you want to run. It is just a side hug. That's all and you will be free to go"
"Yes, I'm a man. Be strong David." I manned-up and held my fear still not to behave like a child
Betty closed in on me by her side and was about letting go but my body wanted more
I used my left hand and covered her in
The side hung then began to grow; from it to front hung, down to embraced hug, then to intimate hung, and then deep hug.....
I kept travelling deep and breaking boundaries until I was lost to the devil
My body was rejoicing and becoming more and more agile but my spirit wept within bitter
"Bitter romance it is, aawwhahaha!!" I perceived Lucifer mocking
Deep down I wanted to run but the strength wasn't there
It was like a car who has run out of fuel
My soul cried out and I jerked back a little trying to free myself and at the same time not hurt the woman I had claimed to love, but she won't let go
She could interprete my body and what it needed but couldn't discern the wailing of my heart
The thought of my all-night meeting flashed back into my head as I could envision people already congregating
I felt a gentle cool-flesh touched my lips. Like a controlled robot, I couldn't tell when my body went against my cautioning and accepted kissing the woman I was not married to
I cried and at the same time romanced
My flesh couldn't let Betty teach her how to do it
I was going to let her know that I am the man she should be proud of
I lifted her thighs and uncovered her skin
We fell and rose simultaneously and kept exploring each other
It was all good
The night of my calamity came
The night I gave all the investment in purity came and I felt everything wasted
In the midst of all the agonizing pains my soul and spirit was going through, I and Betty couldn't let go each other
Our flesh rejoiced and I could feel the the demons of hell paying allegiance to Lucifer for a job weldone
But it was far from being all-over
The agony just begun. I was not sure what would become of me