Sexuality (Completed) [SLOWLY BEING EDITED]

Freaky Gyal

I'm standing in front of the cashier in the pharmacy with a box of Postinor-2, along with Gentian Violet (Desta insisted I get it for my lip), along with two 'Red Stripe's.

How the fuck could you forget?

Oh, god, I've fucked up so bad. What if I have a child, and I never get my life back on track, and I have to work on backroad for the rest of my life, and my pussy becomes nothing but a specimen fit for a biohazard lab? Or, what if I get an abortion, and I'm never able to have children again? Or—

"Ezinma?" Desta's voice pulls me from my tortured thoughts.

I look up into his eyes, and he gives me a look of utter compassion. It soothes me. "I just need you to know that whatever you want to do, I'm behind you one hundred percent."

I nod, and I feel myself calm a bit. At least I have that to hold on to — his promise to stand by me no matter what.

Jeez, when you think of it that way... it almost sounds like a marriage vow.

No, Ezinma. Don't think of that right now.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks, with a curious look when he sees me reflecting.

"I was thinking about which car I should buy," I lie smoothly. I mean, I am considering buying a car, so its not that bad.

"Really? What type?"

"2008 Carolla."

He scowls, but refrains from commenting.

We are next in line, so I hurry to cash the items, which I already insisted on paying for.

I then insist on stopping at Island Grill for festival and fries.

There are many foods that will buy your way into my heart. Island Grill fries is one of them.

"Bomboclaaaaaaaat," I moan around a mouth full of fries.

"Fries... Shot... Sell off... "

I can't even make complete sentences.

"You're so dramatic," Desta says, with a smile in his voice as he pulls into my driveway.

"I love Island Grill fries."

"I can see that."

Once inside, I sigh sadly as I finish the fries, and decide to put up the festivals and beer for later. Then, I slink away to the bathroom. My hair is severely in need of a wash.

***

One thing that I have learned about Desta, is that he is one curious son of a bitch. When I'm not there, he goes into my bag and looks through my shit, fucks with my makeup, and looks through my phone — not my text messages, but to see what kind of porn I watch.

Still, it is an unpleasant surprise to open the glass door of your shower, and be greeted with this one word:

"Enema?"

No, he's not calling me 'Enema', and yes, I know exactly why he said that, with that fucking grin on his face that I'd love to claw off right now.

Because in the hands of a man who I did not know was in my bathroom — decided, "hey let me just walk the fuck in and look through her PERSONAL SHIT," — is a box that reads, "DELUXE SHOWER ENEMA".

How do I feel right now?

One word:

Mortified.

This is the most embarrassing thing ever. I've been with him for two fucking seconds, and he's found the hose I use to clean and prepare myself for anal sex. He's holding it in a box, in his hands. I mean that shit's personal.

"I never knew people actually used these. I thought you just stuck it in."

Ew. Gross. Uh, no.

"I have coprophobia," I say, and then bite my tongue so hard — wanting to take back what I just said — that I taste metal in my mouth.

Stop talking. Shut up. Right now.

His smile broadens. "What's that?"

I shake my head violently, and wisely, he leaves it alone.

"I wanna see how much of a freak you really are." He hands the box to me, and I can feel the weight of the hose.

"I'll give you half an hour to prepare yourself, and then l want you naked and in the bedroom."

Huh. Now, I'm mortified and turned on, I think to myself as he exits the bathroom, taking note of the ache in my loins. This boy is messing with my head.

***

When it's all over and I wake up, I notice that Desta isn't in the bed beside me. I sit up and stretch my aching muscles, and scan the room for any clue of him. Then, I hear it... the shower running.

I smirk to myself, and slide out of bed, heading to the bathroom. He's gone down on me so many times. Time to repay the favour.

I crack the bathroom door, and he doesn't notice me; he's singing "For Your Entertainment" by Adam Lambert. He has a sexy voice, and I'm getting wet. I'm getting side tracked.

Keep it together, Ezinma.

I march over to the shower and tank it open. He turns to me and smiles.

"Come for some fun?"

I smile back.

"Yes, actually."

And I proceed to show him just what my mouth can do.