Baskadia

I remember the first time we kissed; we were in his car at my apartment porch, he had driven me home from work and throughout the drive he had been glancing at my lips awkwardly. He was nervous I could tell; beads of sweat were round his nose, his index finger, patting the round leather steering of his Benz repeatedly. We worked at the same company, he was the manager and I was his secretary. We bonded well since five weeks ago when I had resumed work at the company, he could come to my desk during breaks or when he wasn’t busy and we would talk for minutes about everything and anything.

He always complimented my dresses everyday and even bought me a pair of blue stiletto heels on my birthday last week on July 6th. He was tall, fair, had beautiful brown eyes and a dimple on his left cheek that always showed up when he smiled, he was overly handsome.

He looked at me hesitantly with those brown eyes probably wondering if it was the right time. I smiled at him, his nervousness was so cute. I slid my tongue between my upper and lower lips, seductively wetting them and edged my face closer to his slowly. I made the first move, putting my lips on his and the moment our lips touched, it was bliss… heavenly bliss. The nervousness was gone, the awkwardness dissolved, tongue inside each other’s mouth, raving, sucking and gasping for air.

Without hesitation, he unbuttoned my long-sleeved shirt and pulled me on top his thighs; I pulled his T-shirt off, my hands rummaging his hairy chest. Within seconds, my bra were gone, he stared at my naked round breasts wide-eyed for many seconds and slowly looked at me and then said “you are so beautiful.”

I was elated, he had always called me beautiful, but this… this was so genuine. I smiled and nuzzled up closer to him. His large hands cupped my open breasts and squeezed them tight. I moaned in delight. He started sucking them one at a time, the tip of his tongue circling the tip of my hardened nipple playfully, the moistness sending shivers down my throbbing groins. I could remember how his manhood poked out, begging to be released from his jeans. He was gentle, the way he touched me, the way he kissed and the peculiar way he sucked my nipples. I loved every moment of it, he wasn’t like my exes who would want to rush everything and go hard on you, fiercely kissing the living daylight out of your lips, no, he was gentle. I moaned in-between kisses asking for more not minding the curious eyes of my neighbors peeking at us through open windows and shifted curtains.

His plump lips kissed my neck trailing down to my belly, he tickled my belly button, caressed my bare skin, sending electrifying pleasures to my skin. He tenderly kissed every part of my body that was in display before him; from my forehead to my nose, to my cheeks, my lips, down to my neck, chest and belly, We kissed, touched and sucked each other until we lost track of time, until our burning desires overwhelmed us, until we ran out of breath, panting and gasping. Wanting nothing more than to be in each other’s arms like that forever.

Dejectedly, I sighed, looking at his picture on a wedding billboard across the wall. His wedding is today, July 6th, he was the groom and I wasn’t the bride, after all those countless promises he made to me, after professing his undying love for me few months ago. After all the gibberish he had said about his life being meaningless without me. After making me quit my way paying job few days after I had been promoted to a manager just like him, because he said my job was stressing me and he wouldn’t like to see me being stressed too much. Now my life is in ruins, I wish I had seen through his façade, through that deceit and false love.

I looked at the billboard again, their smiling faces irking me, I was boiling in anger and I felt like tearing down that billboard. His bride was his new secretary, the fair lady that took over my job after I had been promoted to a manager. Looks like she didn’t only take over my job but also my man, my life, the life I was meant to be living or maybe, just maybe he has a thing for girls that are his secretary. What had I done to deserve this from someone I gave my all, my everything. He even had the guts to make the wedding date to be on my birthday.

“Idiot!” I spat, my hands on my largely protruded belly, I was seven months pregnant with his child and he knew it, yet…yet he left me. He didn’t tell me about his wedding, probably, he knew how I would react but heck who wouldn’t react this way when you hear from an old friend of yours that the person you thought was going to be your husband is somewhere in town having his wedding with some other girl and left you in the dark. I had to come down here to see for myself because I hadn’t believed what I heard, but now it’s true, it’s all true. I sighed bitterly, remembering how he proposed to me six months ago after I had told him I was pregnant, then he had promised me heaven and earth, told me how he would take care of the baby and me, how he would do this and that.

“Men...” I sighed again, wiped the tears falling freely on my cheeks with my handkerchief and marched angrily into the reception hall, stomping on the ceramic flower vases and other decorations blocking my path. I marched ahead with no regrets, ready for the worse to happen.