Written And Narrated By Koketso Dzumba
So, I believe the revelation of my shame could save another from swallowing similar aches. Frail to the bone, as I am, I expect that all lights have dimmed whilst my debt has grown beyond the price of my soul. Whether I’ll live to see another dozen, I have doubts, my deeds have deceived my lifespan. To feelings I stirred and turned cold, I can’t even justify where my tars stood gravel. However, as long as my fate is still incomplete, I’d rather use my time to tell a sigh that led to this grief. It wasn’t all about pains and dosages as I was once young, fit and all smiles. When I had meat on my bones, I thought I owned wings and simply misread my circumstances just as an overzealous child does. My trail bared positive change and I curse the path that led to my closet. My pages have names and as journeys intersect, maybe, my scent was once in your space. So bond with my words as I have 26 experiences to share. A repertoire of intimate pleasures, from virginity to sickness “sex forwarded”! I’ll start where it all began and leave you with the seed, a question, in your thought. So it all started with a pimple and a name which happened to be:
(1)ZODWA
A robust Z-grade perv, who was famed for having her head bobbing over unzipped school boys pants in neat swirl and sucking motions, during classes and also daringly swiping through lessons whenever fingers slipped down between her succulent yellow thighs in her oven. She was the small cookie type though fables and legendary tales told of her pasts who were larger than average rulers. Her sighs were as common as sense owing to the fact that she climaxed occasionally at the back of the school bus the. She was clearly my senior because I was still in a phase where locked lips we glorious and sex was yet to be imagined. She often teased and tried to loosen my belt but unfortunately for her, I would shake her off. I was just a 16year old dreamer whose heart bled for distinctions.
Time went by and somehow the “virgin” title felt a bit slippery as most my peers had already been promoted from theirs. I had to experience this intimacy and somehow she was the type to free me from the burden of virginity. It wasn’t till summer faded right through the leaves of autumn that winter’s colds found us in heat.
Her skirt floated to her waist exposing a red cloth that covered her cookie. The moment was tense as her hot lips motivated my whistle to breathe eager veins. Blood rushing from the neck down to the toe. My standing man danced to her moaning as I touch her. As she lowered her red cloth beneath knees and breathed a sigh I only saw on mobile porn clips.
I saw my velvet target, and seemed to be breathing out oily breaths. Inexperience was the label attached on my forehead and just as I entered her lake my gun had an immediate misfire. I was through before I could even complete a single stroke. Deep inside her I knew I was a Jackass. she suddenly had this look on her face that seemed to blend disgust with disappointment. That one chance I had to prove that I was cool faded in a blink of an eye (literally) and she never spoke to me ‘ever again’!
(2)LINDY
Zodwa was introduced to the archives of my experiences, or lack thereof, and as spring brought a new sense of calm I met “Lindy”. She was two grades behind me, though she had curves so sharp they often left shafts standing hard. Our eyes met with a soft smile and giggle and our first kiss fueled a rush within my heart that I never knew existed within me. I admired her love for me.
Within two weeks of our affair she invited me over to her home. That day I found her with only an apron on. With minimal talk she led me into her room, where she revealed her shaved oven. I had known that she would serve me a plate but this was beyond what I had imagined.
With her thighs on my shoulders I edged closer and kissed her between her thighs, as I arched her back on salted linens. My blood was at a peak rush and I knew this time I shouldn’t mess things up.
Revealing my nude, I felt my crown stretch to a near burst. She held and led “it” to her worth, I dived and this time could not drown. My waist was loose and my motion was fluid. She exhaled, stimulated sounds that steamed up the room with passion. It was the first time that I felt the touch of sweat travel down my spine and in-between my ass cheeks.
I felt her loosen up and tighten up uncontrollably, as her pores exposed moans she failed to suppress. The situation grew feverish as she uncontrollably snaked on the bed until a sudden silence blew cold air between us. She almost seemed unconscious. I was still within her and I thought my thrust had slayed her. I had to check her pulse. Just as I was about to begin CPR on her she came back and just said “sorry”.
Apparently when her hormones reach a certain peak she tends to pass out. I really loved her though the thought of her passing out and failing to find her way back to certainty really cut me short. I just had to let go and focus on my trial exams…
(3)MELLA
Finally, we survived right through to the last term of the year. The school organised a camp for us, to help calm the pre-exam jitters. “Mella” and I shared the same bus seat. She was the quiet virgin type with big lips and I always wondered if her clit was just as inclusive. We shared a few laughs and our roads intersected as we decided to be mates at the camp.
On the first night I managed to slip from the tight guard and would find myself poking through her window. I found her asleep and just whispered her awake. She woke up with a smile and invited me inside her blanket. Her behind resembled a washboard and hardly gave me something to hold on to.
That night we kissed and as I tried my luck she cut my impulse short and left me counting the stars. We slept head and chest until morning light, with my veins had pretty much eased from last night’s disappointment. She invited me over for the second night and feeling all cozy around her I agreed. Just like the previous night I managed to sneak in through her window although this time I found her wide awake. We barely spoke, she ripped my shirt off, tore my pants down and threw me on her bed. Suddenly the nun had an itchy jar and within a millisecond she took charge and became the first to ride me. Her motion was lost in sliding and I felt her chest harden with each stroke made. In the heat her pace increased while her heavy breaths burst into merging tears. She rinsed me with sweat until a sudden burst of liquid happiness sprayed from her jar. After blinks of silence she just stared at me with delight and thanked me.
I could not help but beam like a fool when she said that she had never climaxed for so long before, it was the first time! Clearly I deserved a medal, however after the camp we focused on our exams and barely had time for each other. Eventually we both passed and cut ties after matric.
(4)BOIKANTSO
As I was excelling in all things “sex”, my academic life took a beating and my mediocre report did not allow me a scholarship. It also happened that my family was going through a domestic financial recession and I had to take a year off of my dream and I studied cheap computer courses, for that year.
Fortunately, I found a job as a call centre agent and that’s where I met “BK”. She had a raspy voice and her nipples stood firm like antennas. She wasn’t the type I admired but her uncensored behaviour attracted me and we shared coffee and lunch breaks together. I had just turned 18 and she was two years my senior. She always found a reason touch me in all of our conversations. After a month of coffee and chats we eventually shared a private moment at my rented room.
The wind whistled outside and our tongues where soon locked. I unfastened her jean, sliding my finger towards her invoice she stopped me to ask for a glass of water. Upon my return I met a couple of eyes glancing at me from beneath my duvet. Her clothes were on the floor and I knew she was my dish. As I creeped in next to her she reached for her handbag and took out a pack of condoms. She slid the rubber on my hard as she got on top of me. She nearly broke my man into pieces, that night she did things I had never even imagined. It was not until she came that I realised I had to even the strokes. Daring to impress her I worked beyond hell’s limits and while blood rushed and then the intensity dimmed as the deed came to halt when the rubber got torn.
She pushed me off her and gave me a spine of silence up until she left the next morning. She left me stunned and the next morning at work she carried on avoiding me. I was surprised by her sudden rage towards me and a pale cloud soon revealed her grousing actions. 3 days after our dithering night, I fell sick to a point where I could barely walk. I had recurring colds and fevers while a thick yellowish liquid seeped out my nozzle. Soon I realised she gave me the DROP and after a few days off with medication I went back to work only to find that she had resigned.
Well, time waits for no man to to dwell past circumstances I moved on. I accumulated enough money to enroll into University. To my relief I tested HIV negative a month after meeting her, and my fresh start really felt… fresh.
(5)MPUMI
Campus life was truly a blessing and I devoured the whole experience as if to make up for lost time. This time my sex career would take a break as I focused on my future, I was studying again, I was motivated again. My life was back on track but my family would tend to b Vic about how much I needed a life (socially I guess). I grew pale and thinner as my skin barely felt the sun and my stomach barely had food. My life suddenly became numb and haunted by thoughts of success. I just had to take my parents advice and live a little. I started accepting social invites and attending campus parties and bashes.
Within a month I regained my weight and somehow I gained the confidence to accept academic failure as just another obstacle. I started attending workshops at campus and that’s where I met “Mpumi”. She was the first chubby girl I felt attracted to and somehow we got along quite very well.
We often spent moments busking in the sunset as we retold tales of pasts that grew a seed which sprouted into a relationship. She wasn’t just a girl; I felt the presence of a genuine lady whenever our shadows tied. For the first time ever I never felt the urge to undress her with my eyes. I guess I feared seeing her naked might just pour water over our spark.
One night she called and asked if she could come over to my place. I was bored myself and honored her solicitous suggestion.
Her eyes were smoky. Her voice was nude and each move I made around my room she stole my sight and bit her wet bottom lip. I had to match her actions and I decided to light a candle while I quickly made some noodles. The moment was tense and after a few light kisses she dropped her dress and revealed her skin to me. The moment was slow shared and as I slid her G-string down, I found a bush waiting to thorn me. Going down on her was suddenly not an option. My mind waddled, lost in that bush as it didn’t compliment her charm. To make matters worse my stallion became placid. I was so soft I barely made it in and after a few tries we gave up; I saw her eyes filling up. Deep inside I knew she was insecure about her body. She quickly dressed up and insisted that she would walk back home alone. For the next couple of days, we walked apart and her phone was always on voicemail.
Three months after the sad night I saw her at the cafeteria. I was a window away and she was standing on the queue to dish up. When she turned to me I saw a bump on her belly, turns out she was 5months pregnant. The thought of what happened that night suddenly came to me. She was pregnant when we met. That night’s commotion surely proved that my ancestors are looking after me. My failure to erect indeed saved me from this. My guilt subsided and I moved on like the sea breeze…
(6)TSHEGO
I had barely completed my first year and just on the verge of my second I was offered employment at the local post office. I decided to correspond and become a bit more independent. My life was slowly advancing and I started contributing financially towards my family’s woes. Carrying a sack of maize now and then made me sexy, who knew. I fell for my little sister’s friend. “Tshego” was her name and she was indeed a rare gem. Pleasing her was simple, she valued the little things I bought her.
She was a local dancer and most guys died for her firm body but now she was all mine and nights beneath the moon became mellow and yet sweet. She was stingy with her peach and gave me a cold run before she gave in. Her hole was tight and as she was my junior, sessions felt more like lessons. Skin to skin, we often spend nights sliding and growling… and she insisted we go for HIV tests. I had nothing to hide and I wanted to brew trust between us, so I took some time off of work and we went to the clinic.
As expected we both tested negative, as we headed back home I stopped to greet an old friend while she walked ahead instead. After short catch up with my boy, I followed her as she stopped at a gambling house known to be owned by a self-proclaimed witch. From a distance I didn’t understand why she stood there and when I got closer I found her having a conversation with the witch. To my surprise she was telling her how we tested negative and I was surprised, I felt our status was confidential. From that point on I grew placid towards her, she clearly had no maturity to maintain a descent relationship. For the couple of days she tried all tricks to sooth me but my mind was made up. As my family was respected and quiet in the community I couldn’t jeopardise our name by inviting in anyone who’d share our private business.
(7)ONICA
While healing from my disappointment my neighbour “Onica” somehow heard about my leave from Tshego and capitalised on that situation. One evening while we were chatting from both sides of the fence she decided to intentionally drop the towel she had around her waist. A fence apart she decided to leave the towel on the ground and bend over to give way. As we didn’t have street lights then, it was dark and she offered to please me from the small fence whole. I always had an eye on her and knew she had a crush on me. While bent over her meat peeped out of the the window she possessed between her thighs, and suddenly I had this rush which led me to unzip. A hedge apart she gave me an intense doggy session. After I released inside she wrapped herself with the towel and stared me with smiling eyes. She looked at me and whispered how she’d finally ticked me off of her “list”.
WAIT, SHE HAS A LIST????
That precious moment we spent suddenly became sour as thoughts of that list convoyed in my conscious. What number was I in the list? Especially after we had a rubber less session which didn’t seem to bother her! The thought off me being on the list buried that neighbourly feeling we shared and I decided to avoid her after that night.
(8)LERATO
After what happened between myself and Onica, I decided tell my friend about the past two encounters and he suggested I accompany him to church. As Sunday was my usual day off I agreed and we sealed the date. Sunday arrived and I had this whistling feeling that eased all my pains and struggles. I knew church would do me justice and margin good deeds along my trades.
The hall was fairly filled and my friend suggested that we occupy the front row seats. The service was worthwhile and it became more interesting when the pastor’s niece stood on the podium. She exhaled a honey voice that brought me into tears and like an angel she sang and lifted my spirit so high I felt immortal. Intrigued by this odd being I started attending church occasionally just to hear her sing.
I had a hidden voice myself and soon I joined the church choir. She wasn’t the only reason why I went to church; somehow spending time there embraced the adversity of my worth. I felt humbled around strangers I could call family. As weeks passed by quickly I became a regular at church whilst I and the pastor’s niece started writing songs together.
Her name was “Lerato” and indeed she had so much love to give like her name resembled. She was a goddess, a living angel who lit up the room whenever she opened her mouth. She soon titled my dreams and a minute couldn’t spare without her repartitioning in my thoughts. It was until the pastor who was her guardian managed to find a singing trial deal for her in Johannesburg. His schedule was snarled that week and he asked me to accompany her niece to the auditions. It was a three-day audition and I managed to apply for a week’s leave from work. As the money donated by the church wasn’t enough to secure separate rooms for us we decided to share instead. I slept on the couch while she was on the bed and miraculously three days passed without having any intentions to undress her.
We came back home with great news as she was chosen to take part in a gospel play which was set to travel country wide, dazzling theatres.
She only had a week left to depart to Johannesburg and one day she just decided to come by my place and say her goodbyes. While clenching through chats of how she’ll wow the world with her voice, our laughter’s became too close and soon she was a lip away. I carried her to my bedroom as we kissed though barely undressed, her thinking that I’ll envy the mood.
Instead she took the honour to unfasten my belt and her flair just slid down her polished skin. From neck to chin I took my time whispering inside her pores and just as I was about to insert, she revealed that she was still a virgin. She was the first door I had to break open and I knew I had to take it slow and make it special. Tongue to skin I made her count her words and made her body change seasons in minutes.
After a few diggings I eventually entered as ‘it’ made a sound similar to opening a tomato sauce bottle. In any given day I would sacrifice my life to have a single moment like that! She stood inches away from the headboard as her warmth tightly wrapped my veins to comfort. Slowly I oiled myself within her stroking and healing at the same time. As the grip became a bit casual a sudden knock took me from the peak of release and left us both cold.
My family was away for the weekend and I precisely knew it wasn’t them. The only person who came in mind was my friend so I wore a brief and opened the door. To my surprise it was the pastor and there I was with my erect nearing to burst out the cotton! From the door he could see two juice glasses on the table and a few snacks, so he laughed and just told me he wanted to personally thank me for accompanying her niece to the auditions. And as he felt his timing was bad, he just laughed and told me to head back to work.
If only he knew that her niece was the prey, I’m definitely sure he could’ve swallowed his words.
Heading back to my bedroom I found her legs spread towards the fan while she insisted to wash my blood stained bedding. That special day ended with a kiss beneath the moon light as she sang for me one last time before she left.
Eventually the departure day arrived and she never looked back. Next thing I heard she was doing Broadway shows in the States. It took time before I could wash of her smell on my pillow and church was never the same without her voice.
(9) HAZEL
Lerato and I kept in touch even though the distance was a menace. She had a friend which she left behind as well, “Hazel” was her name and she too was hurting from Lerato’s departure. She was in the church choir as well but more like thee poetic seamstress amongst us. She was a chilled figure with a laid back voice. We often had late choir sessions and as she lived a block away from me, it was wise to walk back home together. She was a cool person to converse with and as an aspiring poet she often turned me audience during her practice sessions.
One evening coming from choir practice she just decided to let out and tell me something she’s never even told Lerato. She told me how she was gang raped three times while walking back home from choir practice, which explained why she always covered her whole body.
I had no words to confide in her past and just kept quiet as she further told me about the father of her daughter who’s serving a life sentence in jail for murder. After all she went through she had a smile which envied all her setbacks and as weekends past we started spending time as friends. One weekend she came to my house and told me about a Romeo and Juliet play she was rehearsing at the community centre and disgustingly she had to kiss this arrogant guy.
While laughing about the situation I opted to show her how to characterise a fake kiss. While breathing on her cheek Lerato walked in on us… To Be Continued
Written And Narrated By Koketso Dzumba
