She stared at her own nakedness in the mirror. Leila
realized in a flash that she was beautiful. She looked at her perfect contours−firm
and erect boobs, a flat tummy; well
rounded hips−and
finally knew why he never wants her away. She passed her hand slowly through
her body. It felt good but it felt better if he did it. Garry is his name. She
has never conjured up enough reasons as to why she loves him that much. She
stopped there for he loved her too.
Leila touched her breasts and she couldn’t help but
visualize his hands working expertly on her. The ecstatic feeling pleasantly
invaded her body. It reached deep inside her, depths she only imagined were
there but never had the chance to really find out if it really existed. If it
did, no one else made her feel so except the one and only Garry. Reality
stopped her fantasy, as the dawn of many days away from Garry chilled her. She would be going away to a far off place,
so far from him. The thought of confining his love to a mere phone call was unwelcome.
She wrapped a towel around her naked body and made her way out of the bathroom.
She wanted to call him. She wanted to be with him for one last moment. She
wanted to exhaust her fleshy desires for once.
Leila could hear the phone ringing at the other end for a
while before going silent. She stared at her phone. She lacked the energy to
try again. She thought of all the bad things. It was hard for to understand why
he couldn’t be near his phone. May be he was doing to another girl what he did
best to her…….
A knock woke her up from her reverie. She wondered who the
intruder could be. All the energy she had fled her when she needed it the most.
She rose from the couch and headed towards her bed room. The intruder would
wait. The urgency of what brought him or her to her place would be tested by
patience. The knock persisted and the place was taken over by silence she has
known the few times she spent her day there (she spent most of her time with
Garry)
She picked her phone and summoned the energy to dial his
number. The urge was swallowed by an inscrutable fear. She felt a weird feeling
rise inside her. She realized she was breathing faster than usual. She looked
at the number on her screen and moved her thumb to press the call button. The
she jerked into life as her phone suddenly vibrated in her little palm. It was
the number she was trying to dial. It was Garry.
“Hi honey…..”She stammered unnecessarily.
Hi, where are you sweetheart?” He asked before she could
regain her composure from the shock of his sudden call.
“I’m in my house,” she answered him.
“Why can’t you open for me then? I have been knocking for
ages,” Garry said and hang up before she could explain herself.
She rose from her bed and fastened the towel around her. She
fumbled with her flip-flops as she hurried to open the door for him. The door
flung open and she fell into his arms in an embrace she was sure would last for
a long time before she could forget. He stroked her chin playfully as they made
their way in.
She left him on the couch and left for the bedroom. She
found it necessary to change. A towel only on her could spark temptations,
though they were welcome, it wouldn’t be nicer than those slowly initiated, and
paving way to that heaven like climax. She changed into her blue cotton pajama,
with white floral designs. She seldom avoided looking at herself in the mirror
ad she didn’t wonder why she didn’t care today. It was a special day for her
and she didn’t want to waste even a single second on needless things as
standing in front of the mirror when he can tell her how good she looked.
Mirrors didn’t talk.
She strutted back the couch, tying the straps of her pajama
on her small waist. She couldn’t resist a giggle. It seemed to be the only way
she could express her joy in seeing the man who meant everything to her right
in front of her. She sat on the couch and looked straight into his eyes. She
always felt overpowered by his gaze. He seemed to look way beyond what an
ordinary human eye could perceive. It
was Garry’s own way of looking at things. She was certain he could see the
contents of her heart.
Leila stretched her arms for the remote on the table. She
saw it fit to mute the television. It distracted their moment. It took away
Garry’s attention and she felt entitled to maximum attention from him so that
she could feel loved. She wanted the memory of the last moment she had with him
could last like an engraving on a rock. She wanted the moment t be ageless,
staying fresh for the length of time it would take them to feel each other side
by side once again.
Both their fingers
intertwined as she moved closer to him. They were silent. Their silence spoke
of the magnitude of each other’s presence. It spoke what held their hearts
together. Leila hoisted her feet on the couch and laid her head on his laps and
closed her eyes as waves of love swept through her, from his gentle strokes of
his hand.
Leila found it hard to accept the fact she was leaving him.
If she could choose she could prefer otherwise. Life’s a dictator, its states
without giving a chance for the other party to state the other side of the
story. Leila was beginning her attachment and it meant they would scarcely
spend time together for a close to three months. It would hard considering the
number of years they’ve spent together. Four years to be precise. She saw that
as cruel burden that it would take more than courage to bear.
“Baby I don’t know if I will manage a life without you near
me,” she finally mattered, more of a whisper, like she wasn’t speaking to
anyone in particular.
“Don’t worry we’ll manage sweetheart,” Garry’s deep vice
penetrated deep in to her soul. It stirred the darkest corners of her heart and
left a smile on her face. She reached for his face and touched slowly, moving
her palm up and down. It was rough owing to his unshaved beard. She diidn ask
him to shave. It was manly to be rugged for once and she let him be. She rose
and kissed him.
The touches increased in pace and their skins longed to be
in contact without any restriction. It didn’t take long before Leila was
screaming from unbearable pleasure. She liked moments like this, when life
stretched to eternity making her immortal for a while. She loved the way he
worked her body. No one else understood her body like he did. No one did because she never bothered to find
out. Why disturb oneself when she had found what he was looking for? She would
be bothering herself for absolutely no reason. He was hers and nothing would
change that, only death would−she was sure of that.
Good things are only appreciated when they are taken away
for a while. She thought as the bus pulled out of the parking lot. Tears welled
in her eyes as he disappeared among the crowd. He seemed he would disappear
forever and never come back to embrace her the he did. She thought he wouldn’t
forget her. This was her greatest dread.
Parting is such a sweet sorrow, only if the very thing that
holds together souls doesn’t break as he distance grows in between. She would
have him her heart wherever she went.
