Not A Phase

CHAPTER 7

We get to the restaurant’s parking lot and she grabs my butt as I climb off the car. I giggle.

“I think you are in love with my butt more than the whole Me.” she chuckles and before I know it, she wraps her arms from behind me and her hand lowers to the split. She brushes the flesh on display but doesn’t go any further.

“I can’t wait to taste, you. All of you.” she bites my earlobe and I gasp. “Forgive me, I am such a sexual partner. I guess intimacy is my love language.” I feel her hot breath on my neck and soon she releases me. My body aches for her heat, her body against mine. “Let’s get inside before I finish you right here right now.” I giggle like a love sick teenager before I allow her to lead me inside the restaurant. As soon as we are seated, we place our order.

“By sexual, what do you mean?” I ask and she smirks. The waiter brings our drinks and I thank her.
“When I am in a relationship, I usually have sex 5 times a week. When I live with my girlfriend, I lose count.” I feel my blood rush. When was the last time I got laid? Maybe that’s why I am responding like this to Asante’s words and actions. It’s been a while. There is a black forest down there.

“When was the last time you were in a relationship and how long did it last?” she tilts her head to the side with a smile on her face.
“4 months ago and the relationship lasted for a year. It was on and off. She didn’t get along with Jane. They always fought like tooth and nail. Jane knew no boundaries. She was always in my house like a homeless person even though I told her multiple times that she shouldn’t come especially on weekends because that’s when the ex visited since she was working on weekdays.” I nod.

“This Jane seems like a really big obstacle. I am not in the mood for drama, seriously and dealing with a psycho, I am not ready for that again. But I don’t think anybody is ever ready to deal with a psychotic ex unless they, themselves, are crazy.” She frowns.

“Deal with a psycho? Mind elaborating?” I huff.

“I broke up with Ceba, Lisa’s father, when she was 2 years old. We never lost contact but we always talked about our daughter. So when she turned 5 years old, she was really sick. We went in and out of the hospital but didn’t get the help we wanted. Ceba was dating some chick during that time. He moved back here because he was worried about his daughter. Turns out my daughter just needed imbeleko and we were clueless to that. His then girlfriend thought Ceba and I had gotten back together. To her, we were fucking while our daughter fighting for her life but the only intimacy we ever shared was an emotional hug when the doctor told us there was nothing he was going to do for us because the child had nothing.” She nods.

“What did the psycho do?”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “That woman, Yerr.” The waiter comes back with our food and I take a single bite before continuing with the story. “I don’t know where she got my number but she started by sending me threatening messages. Then she resorted to late night calls. One night we were still at the hospital, so I let Ceba answer the phone. He put it on loud speaker and the girl started singing insults like it’s a nursery rhyme, something engraved in her mind. Ceba was like ‘you are insulting the mother of my child and I don’t like that, so it’s over.’ That made her go crazy. She came to Ceba’s home at the day of imbeleko and shouted for everyone to hear, saying I bewitched Ceba. She caused so much drama that Ceba’s mom had her removed by cops from her property.”

“She is dramatic.” I laugh.

“Yeah and she had a soft spot for me. So the girl didn’t stop there. She said I bewitched the whole family into liking me. She caused so much drama and I actually feared for my life, so I got a restraining order and that’s how I got her to back off. At least she was not as violent as Jane though.” She laughs.

“You are right.” She cuts a piece of her steak. “Open wide.” I giggle before opening it. She feeds me and I close my mouth around her fork. “Okay, you can stop looking at me with those bedroom eyes now.” I snort before letting her fork go and chewing on the meat.

“This is delicious.”
“I have quiet good taste in most things, especially women.” She licks her lips and I laugh.
“You are full of yourself, you hear me?” she gives me a smug face.

We continue eating and teasing each other. We skip the dessert because we are so full. She pays for the bill and we exit the restaurant.

“Are you sure we can’t get dessert? For Lisa maybe?” she asks as we make our way back to her car.
“Lisa is with my mom for the weekend and I will only see her on Monday after school.” she nods.

“In that case, can we go out dancing? I promise we will come back if you don’t feel like it.” I chuckle. During dinner, I shared with her the fact that I have never been to a club before. Not because of my daughter. It wasn’t exactly my scene, so I never gave clubbing a chance.

“You promise?”
She smiles widely. “Scouts honor. I will take you to an elite club so that no one will step on your toes.” I chuckle.
“You better.”

…
We get to this club called Alloy which is owned by the Sithole family. I have seen them on social media. I even follow Lwandeka Sithole whose content is always giving. She is an ambassador for a Brazil online store. She is really beautiful and I love her relationship with her daughter. She is always posting her and they always match outfits when they are going out.

“I know the owner of this place.” I say to Asante and she turns to stare at me. “Well not personally, like on social media.” She chuckles.
“Maybe you will get a chance to meet her personally if she is not busy with Yamihle.” I frown.
“You know her?”

“I am friends with her best friend Thabi who usually trains at one of my gyms, so I have seen Mrs. Sithole a couple of times.” I nod. We head inside. Wow this place is so beautiful. The music is not too loud, just right. You actually don’t have to shout for the person next to you to hear you. We walk to a secluded section and a waiter comes with a tray of drinks the moment we get seated. I turn to Asante and she smiles. “I am a regular here, so they know what I usually drink. I hope you have no problem with a Mojito cocktail.”

“I have drank virgin, so I hope it takes like it.” She hands me the glass and I take a sip through the straw. I nod. “Not bad.”

When I am about to finish my second drink, a nice amapiano song plays and I quickly stand up.

“I like the song.” I say to Asante as I move to the small dance floor on this area we are in which I have learnt is a VIP section. I move my body to the rhythm of the song.

‘Sthandwa sami
Siwela amafu
Svele syekude
Syobonana khona
Shlale sobabili
Njengamajuba
S’hambe sjubalale
Asvele silahleke’

I feel her hands on my waist and I let her move my hips from side to side.
“The song is telling you how I feel.” She whispers loudly in my ear and I smile.

“I like you too.” I whisper back. She instantly turns to face me and brings me closer to her. I wrap my arms around her neck and we share a passionate, sensual, very intimate kiss that leaves me panting and wanting more.

“Let’s get out of here.” she whispers with her head buried in my neck. I slightly shake my head.
“I am not ready for you to fuck Me.” her chuckle makes her whole body shake a bit.

“Well we won’t do the hard stuff today. I will only go down on you.” she retreats her head just to stare at me. “I honestly can’t wait to taste you.” I shudder. She wasn’t lying when she said she is very sexual.
“I haven’t shaved.” I blurt out and she smirks.
“I love finding my way through a black forest.” That makes my whole body shake. Shit. You have no way out today, Thingo.