She met friends who turned her from the good girl your grandpa and I brought up to be. Despite that, however, she was hardworking. But the way I see you, you obviously took the blood of your unknown father. Learn to work hard, Kim. Don’t think that wearing fine clothes and painting your face like a masquerade will fetch you a rich and responsible husband. Today’s women are working very hard.
They are not waiting for men to take care of all their needs. “Look at your cousin Clara. Remember when you used to call her ‘Dirty Clara’ because she was always sitting under the shade of trees to read her books? Today, she works in an oil company and has a car of her own. Look at the number of men that are seeking her hand in marriage. Are you not mates? Look at the way you jump into her car anytime she comes around.
“She is no longer smelling bad. She smells good now and I see you begging her for scents, scents you could afford when she was stinking from the sweat of reading. Kim! If you don’t change your ways, you will end up like your late mother,” grandma had shouted at her one day and that did it for her. Yes, Clara was always reading then but it was because she was so ugly and no guy would want to talk to her.
And did she stink! She had no option than to burrow her ugly face into books. She smiles as she recalls the last time they were together. Clara was actually looking so beautiful…well made up and all that. She smiles wishfully. If only she had faced her studies. Maybe, she would have had a better job now, a job where she could grow. When Clara regaled her of her last vacation in Las Vegas, she never believed until she got pictures as proof. She made up her mind that either by crook or not, she would visit that fun city.
She opens her eyes and peeks at her surrounding. This isn’t like the bedroom of a man that can give her a vacation in Vegas! But this is the bedroom of the man who has impregnated her. As if by telepathy, she feels Sam moving gently against her back. He’s awake. She pretends to be sleeping. The movement becomes more rhythmic. She feels his stubble of a pee stir as he rubs it against her derrière. Her nipples harden. She shivers as she feels his hand roam her unclad body and rest on her boobs. She feels warm all over and moans.
“Baby,” he whispered in her ears as one hand moves downward, between her legs. She squirms but it’s of no use. Her body wants him. She relaxes. “Baby, I love you,” he said, gently pulling the duvet off her and sliding down between her legs. She smiles. If anything, Sam’s an expert when it comes to this matter. She props her arms under her head and wiggles her hips to give him better access.
Hmmmmmmmmm… She feels his finger in there, prodding. Then two fingers going back and forth in a ‘come hither’ movement. Her nipples are taunt. Unlike before, Sam would be lying beside her and while one hand is working down there, the other one and his mouth on her boobs will be driving her mad. Today, he goes down there… Without warning, he hooks his arms round her thighs and pulls her up a little and before she understands what is happening, he burrows his face in between her and as his lip touches her cave of wonder, she jerks.
Wow! He teases her labia with his tongue for a while and suddenly darts it into her. He then begins to ‘eat’ and lick her. Her thighs shake from excitement. Her body tingles. She clutches her boobs. This is the first time he’s giving her such treatment and she wonders what other fun he has up his sleeves. Then she begins to squirt, and squirt and…scream.
He pulls her gently to the edge of the bed, kneels on the floor and between his fingers and stubble of a pee, sent her to never land. For a while, she lay there shivering. She couldn’t understand what happened to her. The orgasm is massive. It is as if she is lost in time. She lies on the bed, willing her body to quieten, wondering if such an orgasm is healthy for the child in her womb. Hmmmmmmmmmm…Sam! He has gone to the kitchen to get her a glass of juice.
It’s almost 9am. Dr Sam will be with them at noon. Dr. Sam’s coming is giving him a bitter/sweet feeling. One mind tells him he’s bad news to Kim, another shoos it away. Anyway, Dr. Sam feels he should visit a victim of an accident he was involved in. It will be unsocial and inconsiderate of him if he refuses him. Moreover, he looks and behaves so civilised. It’s better he visits Kim in his own house and not hers. He takes the glass of juice to Kim who smiles and picks it from the tray.
“Thanks honey. You were great. Where did you learn that? You simply blew my mind!” She said, sipping her juice. Sam smiles. He will do more…much better if she will just stop her eyes from roaming. “For you, my queen, I’ll do anything,” he smiled. “Thanks honey,” she said and means it. On impulse, she decides to make him happy. She picks her phone and dials a number, listens and says, “Good morning mama.” Sam stops in his track.
He listens to the one sided conversation and his face breaks out in a smile. “Mama sends her greetings. She needs some blood tonic. I will send her some money to get what she needs,” she said. “Thank you my queen. You don’t know how happy you’ve made me. Thank you. I promise to make you happy,” he said. Kim sighs. She wishes he can make her very happy. He will need to make plenty money to make her happy.
She needs to get out of bed, take a bath and make herself presentable. Dr. Sam is visiting. Her heart lights up again. The thought or mention of Dr. Sam has that effect on her. She is worried. It’s like someone else is imprisoned in her. They go through the morning chatting and laughing. Kim takes extra care in her makeup. Secretly, she wants to look her perfect self when Dr. Sam arrives. She feels great with her self.
At exactly two minutes after noon, the bell chimes and she all but rushes to the door. She restrains herself with difficulty and stands near an ottoman. Perfect gentlemen keep to time. Sam opens the door and in walks Dr. Sam -handsome, suave, neatly dressed in a Jeans and T-shirt that scream opulence. Her breath catches in her throat. “Welcome doctor,” Sam said. “My sake!” Dr. Sam said as they shake hands.
“How are you doing, my lady,” he said as he moves to her. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice barely audible. She perceives a whiff of expensive, ‘made men’ fragrance as they greet the French way. She looks into his eyes and suddenly feels a strong affinity to him. ******** Will Dr. Sam rock this boat that is almost berthing? What do you think? Let’s meet here on Sunday to continue this journey.
