Behind the twist

Maybe no one comes to this blog anymore, I will still write just in case one person stumbles here. For those that checked from time to time, I am really sorry I let you down. I am now pledging to keep you coming back and sharing in my little rants and raves.
If I were to imagine me as part of a production crew, I would be the continuity person but a lot has happened since I really wrote my stories. They have piled up that I might need a therapist to help me disentangle them. I should also confess that it was therapeutic to offload here.
Anyhow, where do I start now? Okay,I know you forgot all I about last year but I'll take you aback alittle. Last year in November, I produced the Northwest African Queen Pageant in Washington state and It was a great success. www.northwestafricanqueen.com

It was kinda of nice to finally take a hard earned vacation from work and projects, so I attempted to write a romantic short story which I wanted to share with you today. Who knows, I might be a novelist in my next life.

It was now nigh to a couple weeks post my hospital electives. I stretched in Lilly’s cozy love chair thinking on how I would thank her for letting me lodge in her house for almost 2months. I had a wonderful work- vacation ever, eating the authentic African food, soaking up the heat from the equator and not forgetting the pampering from Lilly’s maid, Diane.
Nick, a child-hood friend of Lilly came to stay at the house for the remaining part of his vacation before he returned to the plummeted temperatures of North America.
The first couple days were gruesome uncomfortable. I wished he’d come to stay when Lilly was still on her annual leave. We now stayed in the house looking at everything but ourselves like two stranger little kids scared of each other. We were not entirely strangers since we had attended the same elementary school but never really got acquainted.

He gave me a ride, this one morning and I decided to break the ice. I honestly don’t remember the content, just cheap talk to break the silence. I remember though, looking carefully below my eye-glasses to see if he at least showed any slightest interest in the fact that there was a young, beautiful woman in the passenger’s seat. It did not seem the case, only calm, focused and awfully cute eyes when caught me staring at him. Our eyes had locked and sooner or later something would be unlocking.
He got me to my destination and as I walked away from the car, I had this feeling that I had opened up a can of worms, harmless ones though.

Nick finished using the tub in my bedroom and sat on my bed for some cheap talk. I accused him of being shy; he smiled, and jumped onto the bed. Let’s see who is shy now. He whispered something like, "you are hot" in my ear as he crawled up on top of me to my waist.
Then he started to unbutton my Zebra-print night shirt.
I was lying down staring up at him as if it is a dream. Looking straight in his brown eyes, He flipped back his long twisted hair with technique and run his hands through. He then eased himself lying straight on top of my lower extremities. He stared right at me like he wanted to steal my brain. Trying so hard to keep breathing amidst the arousal, I shyly looked away. I immediately made an impulsive decision that I would stay still and watch. He lowered his body onto his elbows and his soft breath gave me the most disturbing sensation that my body was floating in the air. I bit the side of my lip, desperately hoping my body would not betray me again.
He must have perceived my uncontrollably shaking thighs to be a sign of excitement but he quickly realized it was nothing he‘d seen before. The smile on his face softly faded and he could not fathom the rejection in my eyes other than he was probably coming on too hard. He had waited for days and taken his advances quite slowly, he must have been thinking. He gently moved over and laid next to me to the right.
What was he doing? He should simply put his vest back on and go lodge in a hotel for the remaining couple of weeks. He turned to say good bye I supposed and the tears on my cheeks got to him – reached past his usual brick wall defenses.
Hey, what’s wrong? He asked. Knowing that my strange response to a harmless advance was queer and uncommunicative as was my usual habit, I fought the tears back but the burden of my familiar and yet unexplainable tormented thoughts could not go away.
He asked again. What is it? Chocking on my tears and the lump in my throat, I cleared my voice, nothing much, only that I’m not up to the task and I am kind of embarrassed.
I was so troubled to realize that I was pushing away the only thing that for a few minutes had made my body weightless. I had literally felt the ground shifting beneath me.
Was I going to walk away like a cripple I now had become?
I think it’s more than that but it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it now. And he looked back up straight at the ceiling.
“Well, then….” Nick hesitatingly, retrieved his vest under the bed covers already. I could stay here a little while if you will allow me, missy.”
You may stay as long as you do not climb over this mountain, I laid straight two pillows in-between us.
He tossed several times, my guess is, he was restraining himself from the temptation of getting his lean tight arms around my waist.
I knew I had to hold him so tight before I let him slip away. He seemed to relax from the cuddling, I knew then I had to deal with the monster in me before it consumed me forever.
It had been years I last shared a bed with male specie without questioning the idea.
Like I tell my roommate every morning, I slept like a princess, not worrying about a thing, like there were angels watching over me.

To be continued..