Decisions

Monica

"Who else is it, if not our new Manager " I said

Sometimes I felt very very lucky, lucky that I had a friend like Meagan, I mean I had other had other people, like the next door neighbour, Mrs. Maria, Janice at work, Trevor down at the coffee store, but they all paled in relevance to her, I mean, I didn't even feel as close to my brother Derrick as I felt towards her, of course I didn't resent him, for I knew he did try, he would call every now and then, trying to make sure I had enough money to take care of things, that was even the only reason I could actually afford to live in such a big house. But well, no matter how he did try, it would be futile with the presence of such distance between us and the absurdly few times that we actually saw each other, all because he had work tying him down, work that he had never liked to talk about, it was as if whenever our conversation ventured into that corner, he would shut it down, so I ended up not really asking about it anymore.

So, only ever really had Meagan, if I really, really wanted a good talk, just like tonight.

"So your 'moderately handsome manager' right? " she said while giving me a face that was literally begging for a beating.

It did cheer me up a bit though, after which I dived into the whole gist, about the conference, how the man had just dumped it on me and how he had not even bothered showing up throughout and by the end of the day. She listened like she always did at times like this, interjection and asking questions at times when she was a bit confused.

".... and in the end the a** of a man didn't even bother showing up! " I said

"and the end? " Meagan replied, with a tentative look on her face.

"Yes, the end" I replied, suddenly pouting, I immediately felt as if a great weight had just been taken off my shoulders.

"So, what do we do? " I asked

As I could see, she was munching on a packet of crisps,

"we? " she asked looking incredulous, while pointing at herself then at me.

"no, no, no there ain't no 'we' in this matter girl" shaking her head grandly she continued, while patting her stomach.

"can't you see that this Missus over here is heavily pregnant "

She Abruptly burst into laughter, probably because she had seen my rapidly darkening face.

'what was this' I thought, almost speechless

'where was the love and friendship and the caring friend?'

After a few seconds she finally stopped laughing,

" that office, and all that it entails really have nothing to do with me for now, and onwards till about 2 months" she said gingerly showing me two fingers.

"OK, I'm going to bed then" I huffed, pouting and going for the 'end call' button with my left hand.

" don't be like this naaa " she said, waving her hands, trying and failing unfortunately in holding back a wide, cheeky grin.

"how can you expect , a 'heavily pregnant' queen like me.. "

Here I coughed slightly, her face was just asking for a beating and I suddenly just felt like laughing, but I forcefully held it down with a cough.

".. to get involved in a matter like this naa? In fact the baby just said no " she finished with such a serious look on her face that any one but l would have probably taken seriously.

'naaa' was a word among many others, which she had quickly picked up a few years back, it was an innovative way to say please without actually saying please at all, one of the words that made up what was popularly known collectively as 'Pigeon English' . Then, she had been sent as a company representative to the African country, Nigeria, where she had stayed for about 4 months and on coming back all these sort of words where coming out of her mouth, the words were interesting and admittedly useful and by now I who was initially flabbergasted at the blatant upended use of the English language was already used to most of them.

Ironically, it was through those words that she met Matt, a Nigerian-American and now her husband, on one of our shopping outings and before I knew it, I was acting as the chief bridesmaid at their wedding under a year, as she had said 'if you see them, you go know them' [you will know them] .

"But don't worry monie, just go talk to the man, what's the worst that could happen anyway? " she said, sighing, I shook my head

"easy for you to say" I replied.

"honey! Leave Monica aloneooo, let her sleep! "

That was matt, Meagan's husband. It was what he usually said when our calls got too long, because most of the time, Meagan was the one calling and she would just keep talking, days like this when I was the one talking were few. On another note, the speakers of the innovated English seriously loved to stretch the last letter or syllables of the word and with different intonations, words would magical mean different things.

"I think he is just hungry " Meagan whispered

"but I think, I have to end the call soon, it is getting a bit late "

"yea " I replied as I nodded

"OK bye, just have a good talk with the man tomorrow and it should be fine"

"alright" as I made to end the call she suddenly stopped me,

"wait wait, what about a certain 'J' guy " she asked, giving me a very meaningful look.

Smiling exasperatedly , I cut the call, "good byeee".

It was around a few minutes after 11pm so it was about time for some sleep, relaxing my scrunched up face I left the parlour, for the bedroom, I had decided on what to do tomorrow.

Marcus

'baang' the door was shut loudly boardering violently, I locked it as well, because I did not think that I would check it again tonight. Her hands were softly tracing imaginary lines on my back, the movement was almost sensual, but I was not focused on that. I was more interested in the zipper on her back, as we slightly leaned against the room wall, I rapidly opened it, letting the red, flimsy blouse float to the ground. As I had turned in the light earlier I could now see her figure better, a beautiful babyish looking face, that looked as if was begging to be protected, the plump red lips that looked enticing no matter how long you looked at it and those watery amber eyes, she had red frizzy hair and she moaned softly we slowly moved towards the bed.

I had hired an escort, so? I mean, yes I had promised my self that I would not do so anymore, but I guess former plans sometimes could not keep up with the present.

I did not like the thoughts I was having, that was the problem, I mean Monica was beautiful for a woman, and might look spectacular if she dressed up, with her moderate bust and long slender legs which I had seen and still remembered, on that encounter with her on the bus, but she wasn't the only good looking woman that I had seen or been with for that matter, to people like me, these things were just a matter of 'how much money ' so why was I having such annoying thoughts about a woman that I had just met. So ignoring my self - judging thoughts I continued.

As we slowly moved towards the bed, I began planting soft kisses on the woman's neck, it was reddening by the second, and that just turned me on the more, I did not really care much about her name, but I think it was Cayla or something, by the time we were half seated on the bed, I was almost done with the buttons on her skirt, a skirt that really didn't serve much purpose, as far as I was concerned, other than making me harder, being as short and tight as it could possibly be,arguablly she had leggings on, but that was just worse in a very alluring manner.

"Mmm." she let out soft and arousing sounds as I traced the edges of her bra, meeting her lips, I layed her down on the bed, quickly unhooking the bra, her upper body was revealed in all its sexuality, I gradually brought my mouth down to her nipples, caressing them quickly with my tongue then along her navel line I came down to more sensitive areas. She was not idle at all, her hands crept all around me doing unspeakable things and of course by now I only had my underpants on, which was now heavily pressured by my heavy hard on, which she kept rubbing against as she wriggled and moaned softly.

After that incident so many years back, I had decided that some thoughts and feelings would be permanently severed from my self and I had succeeded so far, Monica was just another woman, but the problem was her face, a face straight from my past.

Deciding that the foreplay was enough, I positioned the woman under me and quickly pulled down her red hued underwear , after a few seconds mine were off as well, then I turned off the lights, I preferred things in a darker scene. As I thrusted in she moaned loudly as she crossed her hands over my shoulders, lightly nibbling my ears, she joined her hands together behind my neck, she brought her waist forward matching my pace as I moved back and forth.

The room was not fully dark, it was a bright city at night and some reflected light made its way in through the bedroom window, with that bit of light I could still barely see her face, as I went in and out,only our heavy breaths punctuated sounds and the shaking bed could be heard, then in my eyes her face rapidly blurred...