🔞 LONELY WIVES 🔞
Chapter 8
Winifred’s POV
I was so engrossed with the dirty words and cries of the lady that I didn’t realize that I had started to touch myself. Disgusted with how this was affecting me, I moved to the sitting room, switched on the TV and began to watch Sound City. I increased the volume to dry the cries of the lady and soon, I fell asleep and didn’t even know when rain began to pour. In the morning, I woke up at the sound of a knock on my door and was surprised to find out that I had actually spend the night on the couch.
The knock came again and forcing myself to my feet, I groggily walked to the door and opened it ready to rudely dismiss whoever had come this early to ruin my sleep. But whatever sleep was left in me, vanished immediately when I realized that it was the neighbour next door, Steve, well that was what the girl he was banging had called him and he had several clothes in his arms in front of him. At first, I wondered why he was just giving me a surprised look and saying nothing but when I looked down, I realised that my left n****e had shifted out of my night gown whose neckline was very low.
Feeling embarrassed, I quickly turned away and adjusted my gown then turned to look at him again and this time, he blinked several times as if trying to dislodge what he had just seen from his mind then he cleared his throat and said, “Good morning.”
Sheepishly, I answered, “Good morning.”
“Um…” He glanced down. “It rained last night and I realised that you didn’t come out to take your laundry from the line so I decided to take it into my apartment and I brought them this morning because I don’t want you wondering where your laundry is.”
“Oh! Thank you…” I offered a smile and as I tried to pack my clothes from his arms and he also tried giving them over to me, I felt his knuckle brush my left bre@st under the heap of clothes and we both gave each other a look, although it had been an accident. I waved it off and said, “Thank you, um…” I trailed off.
“Steve.” He answered.
“I’m Winifred.” I told him, finally glad that I have gotten to introduce myself. “You are a Corp member, I see.”
“Yes.” He answered.
Then we both awkwardly stood there, wondering what to say next but that moment was disrupted when we both heard a female voice call out, “Steve? Steeveee, where are you?”
“Sorry, but I’ve got to go now.” He quickly said, backing away slowly.
“No problem, thanks for this.” I gestured down with my chin at the clothes in my arms.
“Don’t mention, Winifred.” He said and left.
After that first personal encounter, I couldn’t get Steve out of my mind. I thought of him all day and I imagined caressing his chest through the white singlet he had wore. I knew I ought to be older than he was but I was almost certain that the age difference wasn’t much, probably just two years difference cuz I was twenty seven. Several days passed and we only exchanged a hi, hello and a few pleasantries and I saw him bring different girls home then screwed them much to my detriment because I had to listen to it all, biting my lips and nails, squeezing my thighs together and wishing I was the one.
One day, I deliberately sat in my balcony hoping that I would see him but ever since he saw the latest girl off he had spent the previous night with, I saw no sign of him. I was desperate and I could barely concentrate on anything else besides fantasizing about him all day. I imagined saying all those words to me as he pounded me and I got wet. Well, all these thoughts wouldn’t be going through my mind if my husband was around. He was so far away in Canada and I couldn’t be with him until after five years.
When evening came, I gave up the wait and went back into my apartment. My husband called a few minutes later but didn’t last long on the call. I was just getting off the phone when I heard footsteps outside and then heard someone unlocking the next door and I knew that he was back. I checked the wall clock and realized that it was 10:31p.m. I walked to the mirror and checked out myself. I had on a red strapless top that barely covered my stomach and also a bum short that revealed the lower cheeks of my buttocks. Grabbing my body spray, I sprayed myself a lot so that I smelled nice before I walked out of my apartment and moved to his door then knocked. I waited but got no answer. I knocked again and that was when the door yanked open and I saw him.
I saw his eyes run over me from my feet to my head before they settled on my face and I saw him swallow hard. “Hey.” He finally uttered past the knot forming in his throat.
“Hey.” I answered. “I’m really sorry for disturbing you but I was wondering if you could borrow me some seasoning cubes. I didn’t realized that mine was finished and it’s too late to go out now to get some.”
“Okay.” He said and left then returned soon with four double cubes of knoor. When he handed them to me, I reluctantly left. I began to berate myself for being so stupid. My plan was whack. I should have thought of something better that would cause us to talk. I was really in the mood tonight for some s*x and I feared that if I was left to go to bed that night without it, I would surely do something crazy like m**********g with a candle. Bracing myself for another attempt, I went back to his door ten minutes later and knocked and the door opened again.
“Hey, want something else?” He asked, surprised to see me again.
“Um… Is your DStv subscription active?” I asked.
“Yes, why?” He gave me a puzzled look.
“I actually want to watch The Promise on Zeeworld and my subscription ended last night, so I’m hoping you wouldn’t mind me watching it here for a few minutes.”
He hesitated as he considered my request then opened the door wider. “I don’t mind, please come in.”
With my heart swelling with joy, I walked into the sitting room and he followed behind.
“Make yourself comfortable.” He gestured at a sofa with a hand and I sat down. He picked the remote from the coffee table and asked. “What channel is it?” I told him and he switched it from the football station to Zeeworld then sat down in another chair. I kept glancing at him and realized that he was not paying attention to me or the TV. He was busy chatting on WhatsApp with a smile on his face and I felt insignificant.
I endured for a few minutes then grew tired of the stupid Zeeworld. I watched him for a moment then suddenly blurted. “Do you have any pornographic movie?”
He lifted his head to stare at me in surprise and I simply shrugged. “We are both adults so don’t act like you have never heard the word before.”
Without saying anything, he got up, walked into his room and returned with a flashdrive then inserted it into the side of the TV and what I saw next as the movie popped on the screen shocked me and sent a cold chill down my spine. All that could ask within myself was: What kind of a horrific movie is this?
To Be Continued…
