Another Weird, Horny And Sad Valentine's Day

Another Weird, Horny, and Sad Valentine's day: This is the last part of the short story. Please let me know what you think!

His hand snaked around my waist. My heart beat hard against my ribcage. Was it happening? His other hand moved to my face, cupping my cheek gently. I could tell that he was nervous, probably thinking if he should succumb to his ruttish feelings. I on the other hand had been horny since daybreak. Of course, I needed him. Unlike the last time, I made the first move. I slammed my lips to him, and as though he was waiting for me, his lips curled up to mine. I pushed myself further toward him. Both his hands encircled around my slim waist, closing the little space between us. Our heads bobbed from left to right as we kissed. His sweet tongue moved into my mouth, dancing with mine.

Slowly, my thoughts of “he’s my friend” and “this shouldn’t happen” left my head as all I could think about was that I finally got my valentine’s kiss, and I might get more than that. I kicked off my heels and prepared myself. He jacked me up, and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist. I didn’t even think about slamming the door when we emerged into the dark bedroom. He unzipped my playsuit and slowly as he pulled it down, his lips traced downwards on my body. It went from my neck to my cleavage, down to my belly. He straightened up and began to remove his shirt. Oh my God, this is happening... My chest rose and fell as anxiety filled me. He whispered raggedly,” You have no idea how much I want this”.

If it wasn’t sure, it was now. I glanced down at his evidence of arousal. All I could think about was wrapping my hands and lips around it. He pulled me closer and his lips met my neck. I bit my lower lip to avoid yelling. His hands moved to my hair and set it free from the holds of the hair band. He took on my lips, giving me yet another titillating french kiss. He sat on the bed, letting me straddle him. As expected, we both got handsy. His hands moved from my shoulders to my back and finally settled on my behind where he gave little squeezes. I didn’t know which was better- His hands or his lips. As his lips dived into mine, his fingers drove into my hair, making a mess of it, but yet… feeling me with intense desire. His hands bent to cup my bare breasts. I let out cries of pleasure once his lips encircled my nipple. I positioned myself in such a way that he could have access to every part of me. I could never forget this day in my life. One, my ex treated me like something stuck underneath his shoe, but Samuel… Sweet, sweet, sweet Samuel.

Samuel and I made love like we were… old couples. The level of comfort we both felt was crazy and unbelievable. He pleasured me with his hands, his lips…. Everything. He spread my thighs apart and it was an easy and painful entry. I felt him swell into me and I clutched the bedspread, before moving my hands to his back. I opened my eyes, meeting his. He pressed his lips to mine to suppress my cries. I dug my nails on his beautifully sculptured back at every thrust. Is this how sex felt after taking a celibacy oath? And the moment of climax…. I can boldly say that I have never had sex like that before. They say after intense lovemaking, most people stay cuddled up in each other’s arms and have pillow talk. Samuel had left to get something in the kitchen, while I stared at the disarrayed bed, reminiscing of the sweet time we had together. But what did this mean?

Was he just horny like I was? Did he like me? Was it a pity-sex? Did he like it as much as I did?

He emerged back into the room and in his two hands were a bottle of wine and two glasses. “I figured all the moaning made you thirsty.” He teased. I glanced away to hide my blush”. Don’t be silly”. He handed me a glass and I refused to look him in the eyes. After pouring the wine into the glass, he said”. Okay, go on.” I gave a puzzled expression”. What?” “You want to ask the question… “Why? What did we just do and most importantly… what are we?” This boy is a wizard. I shook my head, denying,” No, I don’t.” “I’ve known you for two years and I know three things- you’re a beautiful soul, you fuss over everything and you are always curious,” He dished”. I’ll help you out… I may or may not like you and I may or may not have thought about you countless times. That’s it”. He didn’t look at me when he said”. I know you are not ready for another relationship and this isn’t the exact way to start one. But I’ll take it easy and slow with you”.

I couldn’t say a word. I was too shocked. I needed him to say the words “I like you.” I had no words to say; instead, I scooted closer and kissed him on the lips. As expected, he couldn’t have enough of me, he lingered the kiss and averted his head to another side. The room was silent; all that could be heard was our lips smacking against each other. God, his kisses were out of this world. Once we pulled away, heavy breathing echoed in the room. His lips were against mine.” What does that mean?” “I may or may not think about this.”I answered. “You will think about this.” His lips curled to a smile. “Do I happen to be the 35th girl you’ve had sex with?” I playfully asked, and he played along”. About 37th or 39th. I’m not so sure.” I chuckled”. You need to keep track of these things, ashewo boy.” “So, you got your valentine day kiss and sex in one night”. He smacked his lips.” Lucky. Anything on your valentine bucket list, I can help out in?” “Well…..”. I pulled up a sly smile”. There is something I wanted to get for a while…”♥

For me, it was how he gripped my behind, his fingers caressing every trace of my stretch marks. My hands stretched out to his head which was buried in between my thighs. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could. The passion overwhelmed me. I battled between suppressing my yell of passion and also screaming at the top of my voice. I shuddered out of my reverie once I heard a door slam. I instantly felt hot. That’s what I get for being so unprofessionally and thinking about my hanky-panky at work. I then glanced at my laptop, choosing to focus on work. If I could. “So, how was your valentine's day’s sex?” Desire asked out of the blues. I widened my eyes and averted them away from the computer screen. How did she know?

Desire spent the night with Mr. Deji and well, the entire weekend so I didn’t have the time to gist her about Samuel and me. For Jamal and I, I still loved him, but like my old father says “if you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it’s yours”. I was surprisingly okay with it. “I didn’t have sex,” I told her. She paused”. But you have this certain glow.” She set her eagle eyes, assessing me. I was afraid she would know it came from great sex. It blurted out of my mouth”. One cream like that.” “What’s the name?” “Sam…. Salmone Kris”. I quickly made up a name”. My father sent it from Africa. It’s like herbal stuff… From his neighbor.” “Miss Daliayah.” The intern, Adebimbo walked up to me. In her hands was a bouquet of roses and a little basket that I supposed was a valentine hamper.” This came for you.”

“Eh, he.” Desire put her hands on her waist. “Thank you.” I gave a quick smile to the little girl when she set it on my table. “Who is that?” Desire’s amebo self was standing behind me.

I picked up a card and read. “I hope you at least enjoyed your valentine’s day to a small extent. Here are the cheesy things you love. Still don’t know why, but whatever. Take care, Liayah”.“Who be Liayah?” behind me, Desire asked. I could not tell Desire who it was. She would never let me hear the end of it. Samuel’s efforts were admirable. “Someone likes you,” Desire teased in a singsong tone. I looked up to her and then adjusted my glasses”. I think so.” Samuel and I… it wouldn’t hurt to think about the possibility. We were friends, we knew each other’s weaknesses and we had great sex… It might not be so hard navigating our friendship into a romantic relationship. It would take a lot of time and convincing before it happens though.

Another co-worker, Susan walked past my table and smiled.” Ah, ha. Someone got late Val’s gift.

How was your valentine’s day?” “Hmmm, how do I put it?” I was still smiling at the card like a fool.

She guessed. “Another weird valentine’s day?” Was that the right way to put it? It was weird- The man whom I never thought would take an interest in me, liked me. It was a very horny day, that was for sure, and it was sad because I found out that my chances of rekindling my relationship with an ex were shattered. So, it was no different from the other weird, horny, sad Valentine’s days I have had. But at least I got some this time around. I smiled at Susan and answered,”. Yes, very weird”.

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