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Cherry Gardens | Kingston | Thursday, October 27, 2022
"You didn't pull out last night, did you?"
We found ourselves seated comfortably in his kitchen, savoring a delicious breakfast that he had prepared as he woke up much early than I did, he actully woke me up. The morning sunlight filtered in through the window, casting a soft glow on he scene and adding to the overall feeling of contentment and relaxation.
"Pull out?" He asked "The way yuh pussy grip mi good, pulling out was never an option," he chuckled.
As soon as those lewd words escaped his lips, I felt a surge of heat rise to my face.
Lawd a suh him mouth did loose...
It was a jarring moment, as I had never witnessed this side of his personality before. Yet, amidst the shock, I couldn't help but sense a newfound level of ease and intimacy between us. It was as if he had shed his inhibitions and was revealing a more raw and authentic side of himself.
"Don't worry, I'll stop at the pharmacy on the way to your house," he reassured.
Thank God. No cocomelon to the goodie.
With haste, I devoured the remaining food on my plate, eager to complete my breakfast so that he could drive me back home. The reason for my urgency is that tomorrow is practical class, and I needed to have my uniform washed and pressed. As I gulped down the last of my coffee, my mind raced through the mental checklist of things that needed to be done before my class.
"What time is your class tomorrow?"
"8am. Why? Wanna bring me breakfast?" I joked.
"If you want me to, then no problem."
Shock.
"I was joking Zaire."
"I wasn't."
"Yeah yeah just take me home please," I laughed.
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"Girl it was fucking embarrassing," I said after I retold the story of my trip to the pharmacy to Asia on FaceTime.
As I approached the counter to request the morning after pills, I noticed a judgmental expression on the face of the lady behind the counter. Despite feeling slightly uncomfortable, I tried to keep my composure and handed over my ID when she requested it. However, to my dismay, the lady began to mumble disapprovingly under her breath about the younger generation and our sexual behavior.
The derogatory remarks, including the phrase 'fucky fucky', only served to increase my discomfort and embarrassment. I couldn't help but feel judged and belittled by her words, and I struggled to maintain my composure in the face of such disrespect. It was a disappointing and frustrating experience, especially considering the fact that I was simply exercising my right to access contraception.
