Summertime Vibes

(5) FLIRTATIOUS MUCH

I tie a knot. Connecting two different colour cottons. I want to change the cotton on the industrial sewing mechine so I can make the jean I'm working on shorter. I've already done another jean which needed a patch. It is stacked on the shelf full of altered clothes. This is what Jackie was texting me about on the night Melissa and I went to the park.

Papa called to tell me to go to my uncle's shop to do work for the holiday period. Like I don't know the cycle yet. It's something I've been doing since the beginning of the year. To work at uncle Mohamed's shop every holidays. It was more about gaining skills rather than actually working. Most of the times it's alterations but when the orders come, I'm amazed at the type of dresses and menswear that uncle Mohamed and his Burundian employee make in the shop.

A client walks in in the middle of the day and communicates with uncle Mohamed. My uncle takes out her plastic bag from the pile of plastics. After giving my uncle some cash the client walks out of the shop.

The shop isn't always this quiet. Dad usually comes by the shop in his free time and meet up with other African men who come by the shop, they'd debate about politics and all that one can explore in African culture. They'd shout over each others lungs. And let me not get started with the religion topic cause that's when shit gets wild. They'd raise their voices for the whole street to hear.

I switch the mechine on to put a stitch at the end of the jean.

"Djimmy, ongeya na uyu mtheja." My uncle orders me in Swahili, telling me to attend to the client that was walking my way. He is attending to another client, trying to remember his clothes from moons ago while his employee is working to finish the blazer that's due at five o'clock this evening.

To my surprise the client I shifted my attention to turned out to be someone I've been texting for a while now. He's one of the members from the gay group chat I've been talking to Melissa about. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Oh my god, it's really you." A smile crept on my face as I grow nervous.

"I mean, what a coincidence right?" Ntutuko says. He looked more ravishing in person than in the pictures he sent to me. His radiant brown skin tone goes well with his puffy pink lips. Oh, and that chin line. The very sight of his clenching jaws would make me dream for hours.

"I thaught you were in Joburg."

"I arrived the day before yesterday." He says, licking his lips in such an erotic way. "You didn't check my statuses, that's why."

"It's probably the time I was catching up with my cousins so..."

"Ehh, yeah. I have this jean I wanted you to nciphisa." He says, taking out the jean from his bag after scratching the back of his neck. "Is it possible if you can make it like the one I'm wearing.

"Yeah, Lemme just take your measurements real quick." I say, removing the measuring tape from around my neck and placing it around his thighs. I can already feel somewhere in my groin area starting to have an erection as I bend down to face his lower body.

"Why don't you take my dick size while you're at it." He says. "It's eight inches by the way."

I try not to blush but I couldn't help it. "Guy, some ous are discreet." I say after taking more measurements.

"What?"

"Some ous are discreet." I repeat myself, rising up to meet his gaze. "Some of us are still in the closet."

Our eyes locked. I couldn't stop staring into his eyes. The warmth inside sending a deep sign of affection directly to my heart.

"Oh yeah."

The moment we had was interrupted by his friends who were yelling at him from outside the shop.

"I'm going to Florida road right now. Wanna join?" He asks, giving me his jeans.

The jeans he is wearing and the jeans he gave me are both stretchable which means that it's going to work.

"Can't, have to work." I reply, going back to my chair.

"Okay, see you around then." He says, taking the last glimpse of me. He walks to his friends while closing the zip of his bag. "Aw hlisu umoya, mjita."

I grab a notebook and start recording his details. Ntutuko is a first year student who goes to UJ . We started chatting on the group chat before taking things to personal chat. He's the type that replies 'Lib, wanna join' to a 'whatuup2' text, and keeps me busy all night long. I don't think there's anything I can do right now to remove the blush that's growing on my face.