That Christmas
I went “home” this Christmas. It was so boring. Politics. Nobody investing because of Politics. The rest of the family had their children and grandchildren for our parents while it was just me. It was simply tiresome. So I walked out.
Then I met her. My very first girl. The one I first plugged my dick into. She was a virgin too but I did not know then.
She was on her way “home” after seeing her two children off to her sister’s but she stayed to look after her sickly mother. So I escorted her back to her home. I could not eat any more food so I offered to do some wood splitting to get some exercise while she gave the old lady her medicine and prepare her for bed.
The old lady had been so excited at seeing her grandchildren that she soon faded out to the radio on Coro FM.
Later we sat in the living room and she tucked her legs under her the way women do showing cute knees and we simply started talking.
Primary School, her gichagi version to my high cost boarding school, her secondary school and boys to my acne version with Michael Jackson, James Hardley Chase, Wilbur Smith, Ken Folliet, Robert Ludlum and soul music.
She told me I was the first boy she had a crush on with my neatly polished shoes, tucked in pressed shirts and having the lyrics to most of the songs played on KBC English Service at my fingertips.
She told me she let me kiss her and later have sex (if you want to call it that) after I sung to her “Careless Whispers”. She told me how she was devastated when I left gichagi for the city without saying goodbye or ever communicating.
I rarely visited gichagi and when I did she was not around. She talked of college, employment, her affairs with men who reminded her of me and two lovely children, boy and girl.
She also said I was one of the few men who never talked those crude dirty words and phrases so common in shags.
At some point, I remember making a joke and she threw a pillow at me and the next thing I knew we were having a full blown pillow fight right there on the living room.
It was raining so conversation was a little strained so I found myself undressing her bit by bit starting with the heavy jumper she was wearing after the heat of the fight.
She removed my belt and told me to bend over and I received three light ones on my butt for running away from her. Then she grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me to one of the bedrooms she used when at home.
I told her I was not going to be any good for her for I was not up to the heavy sex part and she told me she was in total control and I should be a good boy and follow her instructions.
I was ordered to undress her slowly and gently and then to run a soft cloth up and down her back.
The cloth changed to my tongue up and down her spine to the music of raindrops on the roof.
Her breasts were just as pert as when we were sixteen although lower with child suckling.
Her skin smelled like roasted ripe bananas while her pudenda tasked like strawberry yoghurt.
Much later, she spoke about the office affairs that had led to her two children and not being able to live with any man for long.
She spoke of her successes at work and was thinking of taking a Masters degree now that children were grown up and sooner or later a PHD and lecturing in one of the local universities.
She later fell asleep in my arms.
At around 4am, I slipped out and went “home” knowing that even if I had a lousy Christmas, I had given somebody a lovely gift for her Christmas.
Post Script:
This [B]link [/B]takes you to the original “discuss” post of this story I wrote five years or so ago.
Post Post Script:
I do not know if The Office of the Administrator would allow long erotica stories in this village. Have a look at this [B]link [/B]and make your personal judgement. The real explicit stuff starts towards the end of chapter three. Enjoy.