Trishan Goes to Rehema

It was Saturday afternoon and I was on my way to see Rehema who returned from Nairobi yesterday evening. I couldn’t wait to see her. I have been looking forward to it all week.

A week had passed since I broke up with Sarika. I had called my aunt Savitri and told her about it. “I know that it was tough for you but it was the best thing to do,” she told him. “It will take some time for Sarika to get over the pain but she will.”

“I know she will,” I had replied. Still, I felt awful. I could still remember the anguish in her voice and the devastated expression on her face. I hated leaving her alone but that she wanted me to leave. After leaving her, instead of going straight home, I went for a drive.

Then, I went home. Before I called it a night, I knelt beside my bed and prayed for Sarika, that God would help her through her pain and hurt and that in time, He would bring someone else into her life, a man who would love her and whom she would love in return.

During the week, Rehema texted each other on What’s App and now, I was here to see her. My heart pounded heavily with excitement as I headed for the bank of elevators. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long for one and soon I was on the floor where she lived. I hurried down the corridor.

I rang the doorbell and waited anxiously for her to answer. The door opened and she stood there, smiling at me. “Hello,” she said softly.

“Hello,” I replied quietly. My eyes traveled eagerly over her. I ached to take her in my arms but I restrained myself and stepped inside the foyer. She closed the door and turned to face me as I removed my shoes. “You look very nice.” I was wearing a jacket over a white shirt and jeans.

“Thank you. And you look amazing.”

She looked surprised. “I do?” she asked.

“Yes. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

She smiled. “Thanks. I’m happy to see you too.”

“I’m so glad that you’re back, Rehema. I’ve missed you.”

“I’m glad to be back, Trishan and I’ve missed you too.”

We went into the living-room. Instead of sitting on the sofa or the loveseat, we stood facing each other.

“I broke up with my girlfriend last week,” I told her.

“It must have been hard for both of you.”

“It was.”

“I can’t imagine how she must be feeling. I don’t know what I would do if I were to lose you…”

I caught her by the shoulders and pulled her closer, my eyes searching her face as I swore to her, “You will never lose me.”

“I thought I had because of my past.”

“I’m not going to let your past come between us anymore.”

“I’m so relieved to hear that.”

I cupped her face between my hands and lowering my head, my mouth found hers. Her lips felt so soft against mine, that I lost my head. I devoured them as hunger consumed me.

She put her arms around my waist and kissed me back, moaning when I broke off the kiss to press my lips against her neck. I pushed the top down so that her left shoulder was bare. It excited me to know that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I kissed her on the shoulder before releasing her to dispose of my jacket.

I unfastened my belt and tugged my shirt out of my jeans. She reached up and undid the buttons. When they were all undone, she opened my shirt to reveal my bare, heaving chest. She dragged the shirt off and it fell on the carpet beside the jacket. I stood there, breathing heavily as she unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. I stepped out of them. My shorts followed and after I kicked them aside, I pulled her roughly against me and my mouth was moving hungrily on hers.

She broke off the kiss, panting, to strip. And then, she was pulling me out of the living-room and towards her bedroom. When we got there, we collapsed onto the bed. She lay there on her back while I covered every inch of her body with hungry kisses. I never imagined that it was possible to want anyone as much as I wanted her. She drove me wild with desire and I couldn’t get enough of her. And her low moans really turned me on. I felt her fingers clutching my hair as I pulled each nipple into my mouth and then, I was pressing kisses down her stomach. She cried out when I buried my face between her legs, using my lips and tongue to pleasure her. I felt her convulse against me.

I could hardly breath as I nudged her legs farther apart and moved between them. My eyes held her half opened ones as I thrust my hips forward, going deep inside her. Her hands gripped my arms as I slammed into her. I closed my eyes in ecstasy because this wasn’t another one of my fantasies. I was actually making love to her.