Amile The Queen

Chapter Six

***Amile Gumede***

So this is the sexual tension they talk about in the movies, where two people with unresolved sexual issues sit and ignore them, but both parties can’t sit together and not think about it, the sexual frustration they feel. Maybe he’s doing a better job at holding it in, I on the other hand, am failing dismally. This has never happened to me before.
He's sitting across me on the little table that was set up for the both of us. He’s eating his meal and trying to make conversation with me but there’s a puddle in between my thighs and I know that my mother would kill me if she found out that I even have such feelings. There’s nothing I haven’t tried, crossing my legs, spreading them apart, nothing is working. My skittles is throbbing. His effortless sexy isn’t making it any easier for me too, especially when he lifts his eyes to meet mine and a smile etches on his face, revealing his dimple. I just want to have him on this table, that’s what I want.
Virgin Amile. You are a virgin, you know nothing about having men, especially on tables.
“I need a tutor.” I crossed my legs again and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. It’s not the statement that’s making him raise an eyebrow, it’s how uncomfortable I look.
“For which subjects?” he asked and continued to eat.
“Life Science, Physics and Math.”
“Okay, I’ll tutor you.” I smiled subtly.
“Thank you.” He took the last spoon of his food before pushing his plate back and standing up.
“Let’s go.” He was by my side, and he held out his hand for me to hold.
I intertwined my hand with his and I followed him. He led me to a door that I had not seen ever since I came here. He opened the door, and the room was dark. He turned on the lights and it looked like a sanctuary, but it had a big bed in the middle of nothingness. There were a few paintings draping the high walls and the walls were bare, no paint, no plaster, just red bricks. What a beautiful room this is, but what are we doing here?
“I call this my therapy room. Most men go to the gym for therapy, I come here. This was an indoor gym, but I changed it.” Okay, I don’t care about the history of the room, I want to know what we are doing here.
“I have a certificate in massage therapy, do you want me to give you a massage?” he turned to look at me after a while.
He wants to touch me? Hell yeah, I want to be touched. I nodded and he gave me a gentle smile. He went to the small cupboard mounted on the wall and took out a white towel and a few oils. Oh, my goodness I’m such a lucky girl. I’m getting a free massage!
“How do you want me?” I asked when he handed me the towel. He gave me a questioning look accompanied by a smirk. Fuck, did I just project my horniness onto him? oh my goodness.
“I meant should I uhhm…should I take…clothes, must I be unclothed?” I stuttered.
“Yes, please MaGumede.” The smirk didn’t leave his face. I wanted to run away and never look back.
I don’t know how I feel about him being here while I take off my clothes, but he’s not paying any attention to me, he’s busy mixing oils. I stand with my back against him and take off my shirt, along with my bra, then I undid the button of my skirt and it dropped to my feet, exposing my bum. This room is warmer than the rest of the house, and I like that.
I turned around and he was staring at me. When our eyes met, he swallowed hard and dropped his eyes. Come on Amile, cover yourself up.
“I want you fully unclothed MaGumede.” His voice was suddenly a few octaves deep.
I was only left in underwear. My heartbeat quickened and my skittles throbbed even harder, faster, uncontrollably. I turned my back to him again and slowly bent down, pulled my undies down and threw it on the floor. I heard him groan behind me.
I wrapped the towel around my body, picked up my clothes and placed them on the wooden chair, unfolded. I then made my way to the bed and sat quietly like the good girl I am. He started burning incense and that calmed me down. I unintentionally bit my bottom lip between my teeth when he took off his t-shirt and I finally got a glimpse of his hard chest, his firm, toned body, the v-line. I held my stare for too long.
“Stand up and remove the towel.” He instructed and I didn’t think twice. I stood up and removed the towel. I handed it to him and stood fully naked in front of him.
He grabbed the towel, went to sit on the bed, laid it on his lap and instructed me to sit on top of him. Again, as instructed, I got on top of him, my legs on either side of his body, my skin on his. I laid my head on the crevice of his shoulder and closed my eyes. I felt something warm running down my back before I felt his hands working my back.
The feel of the oils on my skin soothed me like a little baby. If I was a ticklish person, I wouldn’t take this seriously, but his hands are doing things to me, something I have never felt before. I’m sure he can feel my heartbeat, he can feel it against his chest. He teases my bum, runs his hands down, up, then down again. I moaned softly from the pleasure of his hands. I was slowly drifting into a deep sleep, but his voice pulled me out.
“Vuka MaGumede.” He whispered and kissed my neck gently. I moaned again and wrapped my arms around him, not opening my eyes.
He untangled my arms from his body and laid me down on my back. I opened my eyes and he got on top of me. I wanted the feel of his lips on my skin again, I wanted so badly for him to kiss me.
“Zulu.” I whispered.
“Relax sthandwa sami”
I closed my eyes and I felt warm droplets of oil on my stomach, on my chest, dripping down my boobs. His hands gently smothered the oil all over my stomach. His palms traced my nipples, my sensitive spot. I sucked my lip between my teeth and muffled a moan. He did it again, and again and again and I almost screamed from the pleasure. He lifted my legs, made me wrap them around his waist and trap him in between them. I had his hard on poking my mound and he worked my stomach and my boobs. This is no different from making love. This is his way of making love to me.
He started working my thigh. He had my leg on his shoulder and he gently did my thigh, tenderly running his finger in between, making me arc my back when they made it close enough to my palace. He did the other one and it felt like the pleasure I was feeling went to the max.
“Amile open your eyes and look at me.” he said softly, yet commandingly. I did as told. His eyes were tiny as slits.
His fingers slowly danced around my opening. I jerked up and closed my eyes. He stopped.
“Look at me.” he pulled me closer to him, my leg still on his shoulder. I shot my eyes open and looked at him, my lips slightly parted and air leaving my lungs too quickly for me to keep up.
I locked my eyes with his and he started again. I felt his thumb brushing my skittles and I bit my lip in pleasure.
“Is it all for me?” his voice was soft. I nodded.
“I can’t hear you, Amile.” He ran this thumb on my skittles again.
“Yes Zulu, it’s all for you.” I moaned out.
He didn’t want me to drop eye contact. I gasped when I felt his finger gently slide into my core.
“Breathe sthandwa sami.” He gently rubbed my skittles before he started pumping his finger in and out of me.
“Nkosi!” I moaned, my moans were getting louder and louder, uncontrollable. He pumped faster and when I tried to close my eyes he stopped.
“Please don’t stop.” I begged.
“Look at me.” this is the hardest thing I have ever done.
He swirled his finger deeper and subtly smiled. I trapped my lower lip between my teeth and cried out, calling his name.
“I love you, Amile. I love you so much.” He pumped again and again and again.
“I love you too, aww! Nkosi!” I felt an uncontrollable wave of shock go through my body before screaming and water squirted out of my body. My legs were shaking untameably, and I just squirted, with no stop. Whenever I tried to close my eyes, he pressed my clit harder and made me want to fall apart.
“Yes baby, good girl.” He said rubbing me gently.
I didn’t want it to stop.
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All my life, I thought squirting only happened when you had sex, at least that’s what I was made to believe. Here I am, an hour late, still having flashbacks of his touch on my body. He did all of this without even kissing me. I might have well had sex with him, that is what we did, we made love. He gave me his sweatpants and a sweater to change in, there was no way I was going to put my school uniform back on.
I couldn’t walk, call me dramatic, I don’t care, my legs were wobbly. He carried me from the room downstairs to his room. He also helped me with some physics homework, and I realized that Jama wasn’t lying when he said that he’s good at physics and a math whizz. The calculations he makes in his head without a calculator are those of a genius. I even asked him why he didn’t become a teacher and he told me he doesn’t like kids.
He's taking me home now. It’s almost five o’ clock and mom is coming back from work soon.
“Sekuyahambeka manje?” he asked teasing me. he was folding the blanket that I was wrapped in.
“Don’t, please don’t, otherwise I’ll command you to carry me all the way to the car.” I said and got out of bed.
“Command me, I am your servant.” I rolled my eyes.
“Have you gotten everything?” he asked looking at me. I had packed all my books, and my uniform, I was ready to roll.
“Yes, let’s go.”
He hooked his arm around my shoulder, and we walked out the room. I said my goodbye to Jama, and we left. He was driving a different car today, a red Jeep Wrangler. Now I know he likes big cars.
“Let’s talk.” He said and turned down the volume of the radio as soon as he got on the road.
“How did you convince your mom to let you come here?” he asked.
“I kinda, sorta told her about you.” He gave me a blank expression.
“She had me cornered and I just came clean. I tell my mom everything and when she didn’t buy the whole story, I had spun to her, she wouldn’t talk to me. She wanted the truth.” He kept quiet.
“I’m sorry, but telling her has made it easier for me to be able to make plans to see you and be with you without fearing being caught. She approves of us being together.” He placed his hand on the thigh and squeezed it reassuringly.
“Don’t apologize MaGumede. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just surprised she was so welcoming to the idea of you being with a 28-year-old.”
“My mom had me when she was 17, like I am now. My father was 26 at that time, something similar to this. She loved him and because she had to hide everything from my granny, her mom, she ended up making mistakes and I was born. She had to marry my dad and drop out of school, only for him to die four years later. For the longest time, my mom suffered, especially at her in-laws. The only reason we are where we are now is because with the little money dad left for her, she went back to school, got a stable job and we moved here. She doesn’t want that life for me.”
“I understand. She wants you to learn from her mistakes. The only difference between your mom and dad’s relationship with our is, I will never leave you. Never.” I looked at him deep in the eyes and tightened my hold around his hand, that was on my thigh.
I might have been in my own world of fantasy and ecstasy when I declared my love for him, but I meant every word of it. I love Nkosi. Three days later, I’m in love with him. Time truly means nothing. I can see that.
“And when do you think I’ll meet my mother-in-law?” he’s back to his jokingly self now, good.
“You might be ready to meet her, but she certainly will have to take a while to wrap the idea of you around her head. She didn’t believe me, imagine.” He chuckled.
“You should’ve let her believe whatever she wants to believe.”
“Oh no, she saw it with her own two eyes. That R500 airtime? Are you mad Ndabezitha?” he laughed.
“So you will never complain about airtime. Tell me when it’s finished, I’ll load another.” I shook my head in dismay.
“What you need to do is download WhatsApp so we can video call. You have an iPhone, I have an Android, I can’t do FaceTime’s.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll buy you this phone. I’m not going social media.” He is so impossible.
“WhatsApp is not social media Ndabezitha, it’s a communication app. Your life could be so much easier.”
“iMessage is perfectly fine, thank you. If you want that thing where we see each other on the phone then I’ll get you the iPhone, it’s fine.” Nkosi is crazy, he will actually do that, so I have to shut that idea down before it’s imprinted in his brain.
“I see you want everyone to hate me for making you bow down to me.” he cracked up.
“Why do you care who hates you, my love for you should be the only thing that matters to you.” Angazi ngizoyithini lendoda mina.
“It does Ndabezitha, it does.” He parked next to my flat and he switched of the car and looked at me, leaning back in his seat with his one arm up.
“So when will I see you again?”
“I don’t know, I won’t go to school one of these days, if I don’t, I’ll make a plan. You’ll come with me to fetch my report, right?” he gave me that look and I remembered who he is. It’s times like these where I wished he was just a normal citizen. He sat up.
“Hey, don’t look so sad MaGumede, I can always get Jama to fetch you and we will do something together, just to celebrate. I know you did well.” He brushed my cheek.
“You’re breaking my heart baby, smile for me.” I gave him a smile and he smiled back.
“I love you okay, no matter what, don’t forget that.” he said and leaned closer.
“I love you too Ndabezitha.”
For the first time, in the three days I’ve known him, his lips locked with mine in a kiss. We sure did skip a few steps.
“I’ll call you when I get home.” He said and stole another kiss. Letting him go is always hard, for the both of us.
I opened the door and climbed out, grabbing my bag from the back. I said my final goodbye before closing the door. I was surprised to meet my mother standing in the doorway of the lobby leading into our flat with her arms folded across her chest.
“Is that him?” she asked walking closer. I know this look, she wants to meet him and I’m not ready for that, not yet.
“Yes, it’s him.” why is Nkosi not starting the car and leaving.
She walked directly to the car and opened the passenger door where I have just climbed out, climbed in and closed the door. Well, I’m officially fucked.


***Mandlenkosi Zulu***

He was about to start the car and leave after dropping off Amile, but his phone rang, and he is a terrible multitasker, so he sat back and answered his phone.
“Bhuti.” He answered politely.
“Mandlenkosi, you need to come home.” He sighed and put his hand on his forehead in frustration.
“I’m tired of chasing you around every time. You left a huge mess here in the village and you just expect me to fix it for you while you find other skirts to mess around with. I will not have that.” while he was listening, the door to his car abruptly opened and a woman he doesn’t know climbed in.
He might not know who she is, but you can’t miss the resemblance. The mother of the love of his life. his heart started racing.
“Bhuti, I will get back to you.” He didn’t wait for his response. He dropped the call, lowered his phone and removed his beanie.
“Ma.” He scrunched it up in his hand and brushed his head.
“Listen my boy, I might have told Amile that I accept this relationship, but I only did that to make her happy. She is my baby, and I will not have playboys like you breaking her heart. If you are serious about my daughter, you will stay away from her, wait for her until she is of the right age.”
Who he is doesn’t matter to her right now, all she see’s is a boy here to threaten her daughters livelihood and take her back to her own childhood memories, then she won’t have it. He isn’t frightened by her presence like he thought he would, he wasn’t expecting to see such a young woman.
“I love your daughter ma…” she interjected.
“Uthando olunjani olizwa after 3 days?” he kept quiet.
“I know it’s absurd and unbelievable, but I truly do love Amile Ma, and I am willing to do anything for her. I am not here to distract her, and I certainly don’t have any plans of impregnating her, or taking away her precious gem. If that is what I wanted, I would’ve have gotten it a long time ago. I love her for who she is, how she carries herself and how she cares for me, and for those around her. In the mere three days she has shown me just how much she loves me, and I love her too. I promise you Ma, if you just give me a chance, I will treat her right.” Makhosazane shook her head.
“And your family, what about them?”
“My family has no say in who I choose to be with, who I love is my choice.”
“My daughter is too young to be brought into a world full of drama. Being with you comes with a lot of responsibility on her side. She is a child.”
“My title doesn’t define me Ma, she knows that all too well. I will never put Amile in a position where she has to suffer at the expense of my title and who I was born as. Her only job is to love me, and mine to love and protect her. Nothing else. I will do anything to prove myself worthy of your daughters love Ma, just please, give me a chance.”
Her coming here was futile, she’s not going to change his mind, she can even see it in his eyes that he loves her, the way he speaks of her, he just adores her, and she can feel just how much he means all the things he has just spoken.
“Ground rules: you don’t touch her without her consent, you will not force her to do anything she is not comfortable with, you will stop being ridiculous and buying her R500 airtime, she is still my child, I am very much capable of taking care of her needs and you will only see her one weekends and holidays. I don’t want her distracted from her school work, matric is a crucial year, I’m sure you know.”
“Yes ma’am. She has asked me to tutor her in physics, math, and biology.” She frowned.
“I assure you, I will help her pass, I also did physics at school and I often got straight A’s.” He’s not one to gloat.
“I’ll look into that. I hope we don’t run into problems in the future.”
“I assure you we won’t MaMchunu.”
She climbed out of the car and he finally caught a breath. He wasn’t lying when he told her he will fight for her. Now he needs to go home and find out what this mess his brother is going on about is. He doesn’t need anything posing as a threat to his relationship so whatever it is that he has supposedly done, he has to fix it, fast! He hates going to the farm, but when the king summons him, he must respond.