We lay in silence. All that could be heard was the sound of our synchronised breathing.
“What you thinking, Sugarplum?” he asked breaking the silence.
“What’s sex like?” I blurted out. He looked abit shocked at first, but then returned back to his normal state.
“Well it depends on the person. Everyone feels different about it. And there are different types of sex.”
“What about the normal one?” he laughed.
“Well if you’re talking bout the dick into the pussy then, it depends who its with. If you love someone then you make love to them and if you don’t then, its just sex.” He sounded slightly monotone. He usually does that when he's upset. He lay looking up at the ceiling.
“What's wrong Chrissy?” he stroked my arm and shook his head.
“Nothing.” He answered looking into my eyes. He looked vulnerable, something that I wasn't used to seeing in him.
“So, have you ever made love?” he still had an upset look on his face.
“No, I've never loved anyone enough, to make love.” The he smiled. “I’d make love to you though.” he licked his lips. I didn't know if he was joking or not, but it made me blush. “Aww, my little Jessie’s blushing. Come ‘ere muffin.” He pulled me into a hug and kissed me lightly on my lips. It went on a bit longer than we ever have kissed before.
“Wow!” we both said at the same time as we pulled apart.
“That was strange. I've never felt like that before.” I said scratching my head.
“I know. it made me all tingly and now I have a boner. Jessie, you gave me a boner.” He gasped. I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, its not like its the first time. Remember at the rave, oh and the time you walked in my room without knocking.”
“Good times, good times.” He said going into a daydream. “You’re kind of sexy though.” he said coming back to reality. “You got curves and shit.” He said gesturing a cola bottle in the air, with his hands.
“I know right. I'm a sexy mother fucker.” We both laughed, which again drifted into a silence. “Christopher.” I said seriously. He looked alarmed; I never usually call him Chris. “One day will you make love to me?” he stared at me for a while. Probably wondering if I was being serious or not.
“Yeah, course I would. I would make love to you right now if you let me.” I smiled in appreciation that he had my back. “Jessica Miles, you’re one in a million and I love you alot.” I was grinning from ear to ear.
“Aww thanks Jaffa. You’re one in ten and I love you too.” He laughed and hugged me tight.
“Omg!” he shouted letting go.
“What?” I looked around frantically.
“You know that bitch tried to call me Jaffa.” I sighed.
“What have I told you about calling girls bitches?”
“She aint a girls, she's a hoe.” He screwed.
“Wait hold on. Who try call you Jaffa?” I asked, realising what he had said previously.
“Simone.” He grunted.
“Take me to her now.” I said getting up. “I’m gonna fuck her clart up. What does she know about Jaffa? Bitch better watch her back, does she actually think she's funny? Torag. I should get her deported back to Australia, so she can go jam with her wasted ancestors. The fucking Kangaroos. She's always hoping around the place, like she's something special. Annoying little tramp.” By now, Chris was creasing up in the corner of his bed. “I don't why you’re laughing for. Your little hoe needs to jump off a bridge or I can easily arrange for her to be tied to the tracks at London Bridge. Little fucker.”
