After a long-awaited visit by an old friend, Tadala, whom she deceived me so many years on phone calls that she'll pay me a visit. For once and all, here she came, the girl whose body was forged in Lilongwe heat and teenage sin. She breathed the same dusty air with her mom and her siblings.
At the age of fourteen she learned what a man's fingers felt like in her panties. Tadala was fucked by minibus driver, Mr. Mbewe, who usually paid her junk foods costs and her transport fare weakly. Mr. Mbewe's intentions wasn't that human, he's already fantasying with her bit grown up boobs and side-bums till the day he tasted the verdicts between Tadala's thighs. Such grown-ass man really enjoyed that unhatched egg raw and plain? I grasped.
Tadala kissed her lower lip knowing things were tangled the day she got fucked and that night she discovered that her pussy could buy silence and silence was never free. She never tells anyone about this, not even her mom or her siblings.
"She knew sex at an early age, what a disgrace to the society" I grasped.
At the age of fifteen, she was trading orgasms for airtime and lace bras that made her nipples look like forbidden fruit.
Thank goodness her future wasn't shuttered and one year later, she won the Gateway
bursary. And went to St Maries Girls Secondary School.
One Monday morning, during general assembly, she wore the skirt two inches above regulation and read a poem in assembly that made the headmistress clutch her rosary. Tadala stood in front of everyone and read.
"Your God lives between my legs, Sister"
"Stop praying with your mouth"
"Start kneeling"
During the midnight classes, Tadala was suspended from school. Her
suspension lasted three days, but the poem lasted forever. She wasn't shocked
at all and she even smiled at what she did. God forbid.
After the school academic year ended, that summer our mothers shoved us
into the same church-camp in Mangochi. Tadala used to be my neighbor for
years, our mom's decision was pure and right, since they knew nothing
suspicious would happen between us. The very first day gone, we shared the
same bed, one mosquito net, two bodies, zero supervision after lights-out.
Every night she'd spread her thighs above me, fingers moving slow, wet sounds
dripping through the wooden slats like warm rain. I'd lie rigid, cock throbbing
against my stomach, counting her breaths until she shattered: one… two…
three silent spasms that shook the whole bedframe.
One morning, I woke up with her soaked panties draped across my face like a
red flag of surrender. I was bored even though I really enjoyed her company.
During breakfast, our mothers caught us staring, eyes locked, lips swollen
from biting back moans. They separated us before the tea got cold. They were
right to be terrified and fate just laughed louder.
One year later, she ended up with my old friend, Tafadziwa. I stayed away and
nature stayed silent until one night, drunk on cheap red wine and old ghosts,
she broke:
"I haven't cum in years," she whispered, thighs clenched so tight I could see the
pulse in her neck.
"Not once. Not with him. Not since Mangochi, since you listened to me fuck myself
above your face every night." she continued.
I leaned closer. "You still fake every moan?"
"Every. Single. One." Her voice cracked like a schoolgirl's.
I slid my phone across the table and opened the private link "The Crimson Veil
Society", Nola Kates' underground sex club.
"Read this," I said, voice rough. "Then tell me if you still want to fake it for the
rest of your life."
Three nights later, 02:17 a.m., my phone lit up.
Tadala writes:
"I just cum so hard I squirted through my knickers and ruined my mother's couch, I hate you. I'm touching myself again just typing this. Send more"
I smiled into the dark and whispered:
"The girl who once charged airtime for silence just paid the ultimate price, her whole fake little life for one real, screaming, soaking orgasm"
Nola doesn't write books, she arms women with weapons of mass destruction disguised as words. "For the first time, Tadala cum just after reading words, Nola must be smiling now" I also smiled.