Picture Perfect II

Chapter 10: The Apartment (Part 2)

Lerato was wearing a purple sundress, she's petite just like K is although she has slightly bigger boobs and a bigger ass. I always said she looked a bit like Naomi Campbell, except she was short. I thought her beautiful dreadlocks made her attractive and if it wasn't for K, I probably would have smashed ages ago but I put those thoughts in a vault at the back of my head. A vault she opened as easily as she unbuckled my jeans and lowered herself on my throbbing dick, panties to the side.

My glass of Oros sat abandoned on a coaster on the distressed pine coffee table.

She was soaking wet so I slid in with ease and she led out a very unattractive screech that sounded like a deer giving birth. She started thrusting her hips, desperate for an orgasm I could tell but I just sat there and made her work for it, gripping her fat booty and holding her down so I could go even deeper; there goes that scream again, God, it was so annoying!

She started vibrating and grinding so hard I thought she'd break my magic stick. A few screams and groans then she came. But how was I supposed to when she was yelling in my ear? She moved her hips in a circular motion, slowly, looking at me like I was a piece of steak, I won't lie she looked damn sexy pulling those seductive faces and biting her lip. Her nails were clawing into me and that brought a weird but pleasant feeling, you know what they say, pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin.

I pushed her off and told her to kneel then I came on her face and dreadlocks, I didn't have to but I did it anyway. Again, while she was stroking something else, she was stroking my ego too, I finally scratched something off my bucket list; I guess I do fetishise dreadlocks. I collapsed on the couch and she attacked my meat with licks and kisses.

"Still feeling awkward?" She asked, panting and slumped on the carpet with her face looking like a nursery. She went to the bathroom to clean up and then came back with my cardigan. It was all a trap I guess, well I don't feel played or anything but I also didn't salvage the moment. The full weight of what I had just done started kicking in and I was disgusted with myself.

"Now I see why Kele keeps crying over you." she said in a corny tone that suggested that she was quite pleased with herself (and me) while she ran a hand down my chest to my groin.

I think after that statement I fully understood how crazy that girl is, she orchestrated this whole thing and I fully grasped the monumental idiocy of what I had just done. Without a condom even, how could I be so reckless? Maybe she laced that Oros with drugs? No, I felt fine, I felt like myself and I was conscious of what I was doing.

"I'm on the pill!" She suddenly said. "I can see you're concerned, don't worry. I don't want a kid, least of all with you, no offense."

"Okay..." I responded, stunned.

"Yeah well, I guess that's that. Call me?"

"Wait, why are you so casual about this? You just fucked your best friend's man on her cou..."

"Ex! Ex man!" She snapped.

"Yeah and that makes it okay?"

"I didn't just fuck myself, Thapelo, why are you judging me? This was a two man operation. I had my reasons but don't worry, I won't tell if you won't."

I had brainfog. My head was spinning. Now I really felt played, the pompous Thapelo was shook to say the least. "I should probably go."

"Let me walk you out."

"So, you said you're on the pill?" I asked nervously, trying to calm an awkward moment with more awkwardness is like dousing a fire with petrol and hoping it dies.

"There's a pharmacy around the corner if you don't trust me?"

I think she was hoping that I would say it's okay and I trust her; fat chance. "Yeah, let's go just to be safe."

As we stepped out I noticed that the picture collage with me and Keletso was still up above a vase of freshly cut flowers on a doily that my mother knitted and gifted us as a housewarming present. The guilt and regret that I was suppressing suddenly washed over me.

We made our exit and headed to the car, unbeknownst to us; we were being watched.