GOOD INTENTIONS

Chapter 4

Frank wanted to dislodge from her grip, but instead of his limbs moving, his tongue found hers. In a few minutes, they were wildly snogging. It all dawned on him that it had gotten too far when he realized she was butt naked and was seriously working her way through his trousers to meet his full arousal. If he hesitated for a micro-second, this story would have a few more pages added to it, and he was sure he didn't want to write this much, he flogged himself for not bailing at the first sight of the bait. His mind was running through different emotions while her hands were fastidiously trying to disengage his very weird belt buckle. When he noticed she was still struggling, he seized the moment to try and stand... but his limbs still felt paralysed. It felt like his body wanted to stay and yet he didn't. More thoughts flooded his mind; maybe no one will find out, maybe this would be a one-time thing, maybe she would stop...or not, while he yet analysed his options, her hand found a way through his zipper, and that shocked him back to reality causing him to abruptly jump up.

"I th...th...think we should s..top" he stammered as he spoke, trying to fix his zipper amidst his full arousal.

Kaffi just sat down on the floor, smiling to herself. She reached for her singlet and lazily slid into it, still bare from her waist down she got up, walked over to Frank and pecked him at the side of his mouth... "you look parched" she said, "let me get you a cold drink," she continued as she disappeared into the kitchen, counting her steps, fully aware Frank was staring.

Frank checked his time and it was past 9 pm, he felt disappointed in himself that he had let this meaningless charade go on this long, with a lady he only just met today and was meant to simply visit and invite to church and rehearsals. She returned to the living room only to meet a full dressed man who looked like he couldn't hurt a fly, this time she served the drink without a tray, Frank took the drink without even allowing himself look down at her, he gulped the entire content of the bottle in one sweep and announced his departure.

Kaffi walked him to the door and soon as he was outside and had his back to her, she slapped his buttocks and this startled Frank. Walking down towards the exterior gate, he turned to wave goodbye but found himself taking one last look at Kaffi, the fluorescent bulb on her front porch, cast a perfect shade on her face yet accentuating her lower torso, and he thought to himself how beautiful her thighs were. She still wore her smile and opened the door wide enough for him to get a perfect stare, then she shut the door and Frank tripped on a stone, but held his balance, resuming a steady pace, he walked out the gate.

While at home preparing to go to bed his phone rang.

"Hello, sir" he answered very respectfully.

"How are you doing today Bro. Frank?" Chuka asked.

"I am great sir"

"Did you get to call and visit the names allocated to you today?" his choir director asked him.

"Sir...I actually called all of them, but none picked. I guess it's because I called so early. I would try again tomorrow sir." Frank replied

"Remember, they are members of our choir, they don't just know it yet. Goodnight Bro. Frank"