•••ROMANTIC SOUVENIR•••
Writer: Kamani Mukhumbo
It has always been opinioned that when a dog plays with the slaughtered animal's skin, it will someday disappear with it. We all know the temptations that comes with it especially when you have only two options to do something; options of spit or swallow. I met Sabina while on attachment back then, say eight years ago. Everyone in their lifetime have seen people and hated them at the first sight, I have too and am happy because with you, we only meet here, on social platforms, lol. Sabina, a light skinned beautiful girl with a suicidal cocktail of everything; mouth lips like those of a thermos flask, smooth hands like an infant's, hippy like a Ngong racecourse horse or that from a Mexican hacienda. I would crack a joke and say "omg" even before she gave me the killer smile with a gap between her front upper teeth. I had literally taken over her in terms of orientation and company since she found me there. Every mature person with pubic hairs between their legs would understand the pain I went through trying to bring someone to a seductive and romantic scene but they keep slipping away and avoiding this important topic. A centimeter between us would be termed a rift, I never wanted my always horny and notorious friends; Spax Max, Frank Mutugi and Renny to spoil her pretty minds yet, unless until i was done sampling her seemingly sweet goods. Being so close to Sabina seemed like good luck. I would always ensure my statement contained something naughty, she would however laugh, hit me on the shoulder but not comment a thing. This pissed me off and again, I didn't want to vex her. I literally crawled like seven miles on sharp needles trying to hammer, but secretly, the point home that we were actually not related and that something could hence pop up from such an amity. We had grown fond of each other, spending weekends together became a norm, watching movies and strolling with hands locked was what seemed to give her the extra joy in the universe. As much as sabina enjoyed our moments together, I felt a big deficiency in our close and bonded propinquity, she would come wearing short jeans pants with all her yellow yellow thighs loudly displayed, her braless chest would mimic her nipples rubbing her top. At some point, whenever the weather changed, I would grab her goose bumped body and squeeze her tight to chase away the cold but still nothing substantial popped up. She would come sit on my laps with her bare thighs throbbing over my pants; my dick would struggle to adjust itself amid her weight, changing clothes in my presence never bothered her. She used to wear thongs, whenever she bent over to apply lotion to her legs, her fat pussy would be visible from behind, wrapped in civility, the area that occupied almost the entire thong fabric. She would stand upright, shake her bums a little even when no song was playing, turn around with her elbow and palm covering her boobs before scribbling things on a piece of paper. Three things tortured me to the walls; the way her selfish thong perfectly fit her honey pot, her curvy hips with a thigh gap that made her limps look like premolars and her shaved pubic hair line. Everyone else, except Sabina and I, knew we were sleeping together, others would be overheard giving my sperms the credit for her hippy figure and sexy round bums. I was also working night and day to get between Sabina's hot thighs, I would do anything, even if it involved selling our family land to entice my crush and close friend; I wanted people's notions about screwing her to be justified but she wasnt cooperating, at all. I played by her rules, hiding my hyenaism and looking like a toothless dog. I had also gained he courage to supine whenever we were together, either at hers or my place, I would let my dick hang loosely or intentionally allow it to pop out of my boxers along my left thigh. Sabina would look at my bare chest, roll her eyes downwards while biting her lower lips seductively.
I would pretend to be unaware, I wanted her to feel the torture similar to that which she always subjected me to. If Sabina would ever allow me to slide my dick in her hot sexy honey pot someday, I would pump her like my life depends on it till we ask for sick offs and take care of our genital bruises, i would term it a lifetime opportunity. The self questioning became intense, "Is Sabina normal? Does she even know how crazy she drives me? What are her dude choices? Kwani she doesn't have feelings.....fuck!" I almost yelled before an idea struck my thoughts. "Hey Sab, I need a favor from you, am pretty sure you won't fail me on this" I opened up, she listened carefully like a substitute player does to the coach before stepping on the pitch. Work was normally not too much for interns, we simply had to look, listen and learn but when there was nothing big, we would hover around and wait for something substantive. Sabina and I loved one comfortable spot in the fields, we would go and relax on the bench and enjoy the snacks and pop corns that she never missed to carry. "You know we have grown so fond of each other, there's nothing big I wont tell you, but again, I miss something and I want you to help me out." I said with such a low tone. Sabina moved closer, wrapped her arms around me for that desired comfort, she looked me into the eyes and asked what was eating me up. She was simply worsening the whole situation with her warm and soft fore limps around my sexually starved body. "My back aches so badly" I said. "Oops, sorry Kamani, my poor luhya bae" she said while rubbing my spinal cord and prescribing drugs which I wasn't even interested in, besides, she wasn't a doc. "Noo, that won't help, I need a woman, a pussy to screw, not pain killers" I hammered the point straight. Sabina was surprised, her lower lip almost fell off as she maintained the eyes contact, shifting them from left to right. "Ohhh my ** are you even listening to yourself? Hohoho" she asked and giggled sarcastically. "Yeah, am dead serious, two months without sex ain't a joke, I don't want to start walking on crutches at this young age" I explained with a rather serious morphology. Sabina tapped me on the back and assured me that all would be ok, I looked at her from the corner of my eyes and sniffed her cologne. At this statement, I concluded that finally my closest crush had finally given in, sex styles flashed all over my visual outreach, imagining how cool I could bend Sabina till her heels touched her short hair on the head while she gushed all her body fluids till she ran dry. "Do you have anyone in particular? Anyone you wish to screw as soon as possible?" Sabina seemed so concerned, the way she looked me straight into the eyes expressed her deepest concern. For the first time, I doubted her gender, I tried picturing her with hanging balls between her legs but the picture kept blurring away, no such cute girl can be carrying a penis around, a big NO. Our closeness later justified everything as she could comfortably raise her clothes (whenever she wore a skirt) and pull her seamless undies and gush the urine by the roadside or whenever. If I don't mention what the voice of my crush's urine toppled with a sight of her with fingers plugged into her undies does to me, then I think I shouldn't be writing articles anymore. My shaft would vein and push the trousers away, at some point Sabina would notice but do nothing about it, something that kept pissing me off. There came a time when I felt low and almost called this friendship off, why would I go through hell in your presence but you do nothing yet you walk around with dozens of dozes? "Show me a girl you wish to take to bed and leave the rest for me" she offered to help but I simply turned my head and looked at her without blinking. "You are a girl and you also got a pussy, right?" I asked but Sabina put her finger on my lips to shut me up. "Shhhhhh" she mimicked. Jecy was the receptionist, a profession that is sometimes termed "the face of the company" owing to the beautiful faces that are always found at the receptions; Jecy was equally the same, her voice, figure and complexion would drive a pope crazy. She treated the clients and other people well, she was therefore my planned project. I however came to realize another staff member, Spax Max, the most notorious playboy, was also on her radar. Spax would always be spotted at the reception even when he had no business there. My grandpa always insisted on having many girlfriends to "ensure survival." "We are Africans my grand son, you should equip yourself with a circle of beautiful girls, you should however not hide them from each other, this way, each one will try hard to outdo the other(s) hence all the advantages will fall on you" he would always sit me down and tell me stuff. Am neither disputing nor endorsing the old man's notions, but I guess he was wise, I needed to have the survival certainty. Neema was despite her young age, one of the senior staff, she was blessed with everything, her good heart, sexy bums, hips, figure, damn. Her sexy bedroom sleepy eyes characterised by her intelligence inevitably pulled me closer. Her smile was just something else. Renny had insomnias courtesy of this beautiful angel. I too joined the sleepless team but owing to her busy schedules, I opted to focus on the easily available. I would however keep monitoring Neema to understand her schedules. "I want Jecy" I finally told Sabina owing to the big junks of dry spell bites that I was experiencing. "Ooh, ok my friend, shall give you the feedback as soon as possible" Sabina promised. Her level of socialism was just epic, lucky enough, everyone blended well with her especially the ladies, thus my optimism was way above normal. The same evening, Sabina and Jecy were spotted seated together sipping on yoghurt milk while chatting. The two beautiful angels would laugh and hi five each other. I knew for sure that something pretty was cooking, it was my biggest duty to continue feasting on native mrenda, mgombero, pepper, ground nuts and of course ugali the size of a boda boda man's helmet. The light at the end if the tunnel was brighter than ever.