Picture Perfect II

Chapter 7: Don't Wake Me Up

It's a cool afternoon and we're at the park. We decided to have a makeshift picnic last minute and since none of us brought a towel we stood there contemplating whether or not this was a good idea. All the benches were taken by either old people feeding pigeons, homeless people sleeping or a couple that seemed relieved they got here before we did.

I took off my bomber jacket so you could sit, I didn't want you ruining your white jeans with grass stains.

God, you look amazing in those, they caress your firm ass and enhance your figure. I guess having a girl who's a gym fanatic has its perks. You look like you were dipped in honey, caramel and almond milk; my little slice of heaven, my overflowing glass of Oros. I love it when you don't tie your dreads and they swing to the rhythm of your hips as you walk.

I could see your lips move but I wasn't listening, I was transfixed by your beauty, it still catches me off-guard sometimes. Half my senses betray me when I'm in your presence and only my eyes function properly, taking in your amazing aura so I end up nodding to everything until you bring me back to Earth.

"Babe! Are you even listening?" that's when my sense of hearing finally came back, startling me a bit.

"Yeah, of course. The gentleman whose card declined?" I took a lucky guess, that's all I heard really.

"Yes, so anyway he wanted to fuss about how our card machine wasn't worki..."

Your voice faded from my ears again and for a brief moment I was back to daydreaming about you, back on autopilot, "I just want to kiss you." Oops! I said that out loud but before I could back paddle I felt your warm lips on mine, the kiss was slow and had a nice rhythm... "I don't remember stopping you." You said, "You know what, we should get out of here. I know a nice place where we can kiss properly without annoying bugs."

That's a suggestion I couldn't say no to. The next thing I knew we were at your apartment, there was an elevator but you told me you preferred the stairs, I wanted to protest but I didn't want to expose the fact that I'm out of shape so I just sucked it up and pretended like I wasn't about to collapse and die by the time we reached the third floor, now I see where you get those toned legs from. The minute we walked through the door all that fatigue was gone as I courageously went in for a kiss.

"What are you doing?" You suddenly snapped, I froze and immediately thought I blew it.

"Aren't you going to close the door first?" There goes your sense of humour again.

You laughed and I pulled you closer grabbing your ass like my life depended on it. Your lips tasted like the mango juice you were drinking on our way here. We knocked over your vase and I tried apologising in between our passionate kiss but you just shut me up by sticking your tongue down my throat. Your kissing was phenomenal, I always thought I was a good kisser but you were giving me a run for my money.

On the couch, to the counter, the wall where I pinned your hands above your head, continued to kiss your neck and leave hickies that would definitely have your friends asking questions and then we went up the stairs. By the time we reached your bedroom we were half naked. This honestly felt like a movie, this was like an X-rated version of Hansel and Gretel but instead of a trail of crumbs it was a trail of clothes and shoes. Okay that was a bad example but you get the analogy.

You pushed me on the bed and unbuckled my belt with your teeth without even losing eye contact. I was impressed, I immediately kicked them off and you wiggled out of yours, revealing your black matching lace underwear and a tattoo of a rose on your abdomen, "that's interesting" I thought to myself as I sat up to kiss your stomach down to your navel.

You moaned, I was nibbling on your wet spot through your underwear, you gripped on my shoulders and massaged my head. I got up to kiss your other lips, turned you around and told you to get on the bed, soon your damp underwear was on the floor with the rest of our clothes. You went on all fours, your arch looked amazing, those yoga classes you mentioned were definitely working.

I kissed the back of your thighs, gripped your ass and was face to face with your honey pot. I ran a finger on the slit and felt your thighs shiver, I put a finger in and felt your water cascading down my hand, my tongue moonwalked on the hood of your clit until it peaked out to be greeted by the tip of my tongue. You tried to run but I had a firm grip, as firm as yours on the sheets.

I positioned myself behind you properly and parted your lips. The tightness and warmth paralysed me for a second, one deep slow stroke in and when I pulled back for a second one the door opened...

Keletso walked in, horror on her face and even though her eyes burned with fury I could see she was fighting back the tears. I wiped the sweat from my brow, my knees felt like spaghetti and my hands were trembling, fear escaped through my sweat glands...

And then I woke up.