Will Love Ever Come?

Chapter 92

Later On That Evening

ESCHEWAL STEPS THROUGH HIS front door with three shopping bags. After getting the fat-calf girl's number, he had spent five hundred on clothes. He throws the bags on his bed, walks into his living room, and sits silently. The muscle along his jawline tightens. He shuts his eyes to block out the image of The Dog, which he imagines is bearing over him and howling for him to take action to get sex. He opens his eyes and takes out his phone. He dials the fat-calf girl's number.

"Yeah, hello, is this Kaya?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

He clears his throat. "It's the guy you gave your number to about two hours ago."

"Oh, you alright? What are you saying?" replies Kaya.

"You tell me, innit, what's going on?"

She twiddles her hair and sits down on the bus stop bench. Her fantasy floats her away for a minute. She's imagining marrying Eschewal and having his children, then living happily ever after. "Ah, nothing much. I'm just going home," she replies finally.

"Okay, so where's home?"

"Um, I live in south, innit."

"Rah south, yeah, that's my ends. So what do you like doing?"

She crosses her legs. "Um, I like going to the cinema, out for a drink, raving."

"Yeah," he begins as he rubs his chin, "Are you an adventurous person?"

She looks confused. "Yeah, sort of, but it depends on what you mean?"

He pauses for a moment; he knows the following sentence could make or break the conversation. He squints and goes for it. "I don't know, sexually. Like, do you enjoy sex?"

For a moment, there is a slight pause.

"Of course, I enjoy sex. What type of question is that?"

He smiles. "Okay," he begins, "what type of sex do you like? Like, what's your best position?"

She smiles and becomes flushed; it is good that no one else is sitting at the bus stop. With her nipples pricking up, she answers, "Doggie style. I love doggie style."

"Geez, that's my best position too. What else do you like doing? I bet you're a freak?"

"Yeah, sometimes I can be, but I don't give head if that's what you're asking?"

He leans back on his sofa. "You don't give head. Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I have never given head before. I've had it given to me, though."

He knows this is a hint to him; he plays it cool. "So, are you saying you would never give head?"

She swallows hard. "Yeah, maybe on the right person. Do you go down? Be honest."

"Yeah, but only if I had wifey."

This puts a smile on her face.

He continues, "What other freaky things have you done? Have you done anal sex?"

She smiles. She has always wanted to try. "Nah, but I wouldn't say I won't because during sex, sometimes it gets heated, and anything could happen."

He raises his eyebrows. "True stories? Do you like riding it?"

"Course."

"Yeah, but can you ride it good? Can you handle it?"

"Of course," she replies.

"Have you ever been picked up while riding it?"

She swallows hard again as she sees herself being picked up in strong arms while being penetrated.

"Nah, never, no one has ever done that."

"For real? Well, I'm gonna see what I can do about that. Trust me. I wish I could come and meet you now."

"Why don't you?"

He sits up, and his heart races. The Dog is out of its cage. "For real, where are you?"

She shakes her head. "Nah, forget it... I've never done this before."

He calms his composure. "Do what before?"

She bites her lip; she is feeling incredibly aroused. "You know, getting down on the first night."

"Nah, babes, it's not that type of party. Nothing can't go on unless you want it to go on."

Kaya thinks for a moment; she is only going to go home and be bored, so she decides to meet with Eschewal.

"Alright then, let's meet, but I'm serious. No funny business."