Seven in the morning on Sunday, the sun hit my forehead. I opened my eyes, and realized someone had opened the curtains, which were closing the sliding door. I was alone on the bed, and didn't know how I got there. All I remembered was feeling sleepy while Menzi was driving, and some things I did when I was drunk. I hated myself for my behaviour. The smell of cigarettes from the balcony attracted my attention. My little addiction waged up, and I woke up from the bed. It was when I realized I was then wearing a different outfit. I was inside pinkish pyjamas. Confusion swept me as I thought Menzi and I had surrendered to our passions that night. It was impossible for him to undress me and put me in those pyjamas without us sharing an intimate moment. I grasped the sheets, searching for any evidence of our supposed encounter, but the sheets felt dry and warm. I pushed myself to the toilet and relieved myself after checking my underpants. For real, nothing was odd. He didn't sleep with me.
After coming from the toilet, I threw my eyes to the next room. My doubts cleared. Menzi slept on the couch. There was a folded blanket on it. Even though I was certain that he didn't sleep with me, I asked myself how he put me into different clothes without me knowing anything. I slowly and silently tiptoed, heading to the balcony like someone sneaking. I don't understand why I behaved that way; maybe that was crazier of me, or could be I was still too childish. Facing Menzi was something I didn't know how I was going to handle by then. I was shy. The way I behaved the night before made me feel like I was loose. Anyway, there was no other way. I was in his room, either way I was going to look at him in the eye, so I gathered my courage. When I was at the door, I stood while watching him smoke.
"You're some kind of work, Lisa," he bawled, breathed out some smoke.
I thought he didn't know I was behind him, but he already knew. My hands didn't wait to cover my face as I tried to hide my shyness. I tried to open a little space between my fingers to see his face in daylight. Without expecting it, I saw him coming closer to me, and instantly, his hands were on my waist. I wondered why he liked to play with my waist. He shoved his other hand into my pants, and I felt his fingers moving down to my pelvis. I sighed as my lips opened for his kiss. My eyelids closed. My tits hardened, and my pear-shaped breasts ballooned. I felt my joints getting weaker and weaker to an extent that my knees were about to click on each other. His other hand left my waist and unzipped my pyjama top. My breasts became visible to him. He zoomed my upper body and continued to with his magical touches. All his touches were giving me a wave of pleasure, but he didn't immediately try to seduce me into giving in to our desires. To make love with him was what brought me to his room. It was what we used to do with my friends when we were enjoying our nights at the Hutton bar. It was unclear to me why Menzi didn't pressure to sleep with me when I wanted it right away. I looked at his face. Seeing him in daylight was like seeing an angel. He was so handsome. His dark moustache blended neatly with his complexion. His brown eyes, which I cherished the most, were full of life and confidence.
"You look so nervous…so unsteady. Are you alright?" he asked, tracing his fingers along my chest.
"I'm shy," I whispered, hiding my face in his chest.
"Hmm…" he giggled, "Yesterday you passed out before we reached here."
I knew he was going to talk about that. I breathed deeply and looked at him. In addition, I saw an open window to take advantage of and ask him questions about how the night ended.
"Menzi, did we make love yesterday?" I asked, though I was certain we didn't, but I wanted to hear it from him.
"Yesterday, we hit it… very hard. I didn't know you could be energetic like that," he said. My heart pumped very hard, not because of what he said, just that I remembered nothing. I thought we didn't sleep together. Regardless of whether I received compensation for sleeping with him, I wanted it to happen. I wanted him to drown my soul in pleasure.
When he saw my facial expression becoming a little dull because I remembered nothing, he told me we did nothing. I hit his chest with my fists and pushed him away. He was not supposed to joke with me like that. I took a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it up. I watched the morning view outside. It was outstanding, viewing the ground from the tenth floor. He came behind me, put me in his arms and we both admired the beautiful city. His phone rang, and he received it. I looked at him after receiving the phone call. He was so fluent and so easy, as if he owned the free world. I smiled; such a broad man was a thousand years to find in the universe. He looked so well-mannered and seemed to have principles. I liked him more because he didn't chance to sleep with me, even if I threw myself at him. No man was going to do like him.
"Lisa, I should go to work. I will be back after some hours," he informed me.
Oops! I didn't want him to go. Worse, it was Sunday. My weekend was over. I didn't understand how I was feeling at that instant; in fact, I froze, staring at him.
"I will drive you home when I'm back. For now, suit yourself in my room. Please don't shuffle my house," he apprised.
"Okay. Menzi… maybe at ten, I should go. Viola must be looking for me," I told him I wanted to go early.
"Oh, you're concerned… your friend, call her," he insisted.
"I lost my phone… my purse yesterday," I told him.
He giggled and asked, "Was it your first time to drink?"
"No, I think it's that white stuff… it took me off from reality," I said, taking my eyes away from him.
He nodded his head and told me I was real, an amateur. Since I didn't like to be told I was young, I threw the cigarette away and ran after him into the room as he ran away from me. When I was closer to him, I pushed him onto the bed, and he pulled me with him. We both fell onto the bed, but I landed on his broad chest. Our eyes locked on each other for a moment, and we kissed. I loved it, but we fast stopped.
"I should get going. I will be late for work. Anyway, before anything this morning, take a shower. You look as if you ran a marathon. I will order your clothes," he promised.
I kept quiet without responding to him. Thoughts came to me, and I realized I was staying for another night. Anyway, I was comfortable with that despite knowing I was supposed to be at college in the next morning. I wanted to see how he was going to buy me the correct size of my dress.