Sexuality (Completed) [SLOWLY BEING EDITED]

Post Graduation Madness

The past week with Desta, my new boyfriend, has been absolutely amazing. On Monday evening, he taught me how to cook ital stew without okra, and ended up eating me out on the countertop.

"This thing's taking forever to heal," he grumbled, grabbing the tent in his grey sweatpants.

He then went to take a cold shower, while I ate my ital stew alone.

On Wednesday, after work, we went to Ocho Rios. I love it there; its so picturesque, just so special, that I feel like Ochi should be a country by itself.

"One day", Desta said lowly, as we drove back into St Andrew, "I'm gonna fuck you in the water at Dunn's River Falls."

That set my skin on fire.

Graduation was yesterday, and honestly, I can't remember half of it because I couldn't even wait for Quad to get waisted.

As for Quad...well, fuck.

According to Melissa, one of my fellow graduates, I wined on everyone, drank a two flasks of fucking John Crow Batty Rum* by itself, passed out, and had to have her take me home.

Please note that I'd already had two joints and five rum and cokes — more on the rum side — at various points throughout the ceremony.

This all explains why I woke up with a bitch of a hangover this morning on Melissa's couch.

"You're quite the party animal,"
she says as she makes breakfast for both of us.

"I get a bit... carried away when I'm celebrating."

"Honey, that's the euphemism of the year," she says as she puts two waffles on each of our plates.
"You sure you don't wanna throw up first? 'Cause I'm not cooking again."

I can feel my stomach protesting, trying to purge itself, and I know that I won't keep the waffles down.

"Okay."

***

"So who was that hottie that was with you yesterday at the ceremony?"

My mouth freezes mid chew.

"Desta was at the ceremony?"

"Huh. Odd name."

"It's Ethiopian. It means 'pleasure'".

A sly, perverse smile breaks out across her face.

"Pleasure? So he pleases you, Ezinma?"

"Shut the fuck up."

But it's true.

"He's my boyfriend."

"Oooh! You've never had one of those before!"

"Yeah, well, don't get too optimistic. First relationships don't usually last."

I know, in my heart, that she's not the one I'm trying to convince.

***

"Congratulations again, E," my mother says for the fifth time, smiling at me from across the dining table.

I can't help but smile back; she looks so happy, so proud.

As for my father, he has a grin permanently glued to his face, causing his Chinese eyes to look even more like slits than they do naturally.