8.1 In the Deep
By windrose
- 79 reads
I heard those bangs on the door loud as thunder. I opened my eyes buried in naked skin of a soft woman. “Mish! Shoppie! Mish!”
“Stay calm! Don’t open!” she kept whispering in my ear. She grabbed my hair holding me down and a sweaty arm around my neck.
“My mother! She’s in an emergency…”
“No, please don’t, Kawla! Don’t open the door!”
“I must go!” I muffled in her breast.
“No! No!”
I felt like a swimming pool, warm and wet. I sent down my hand and touched naked skin or flesh, very soft. “Who the hell are you?” Perhaps, I was returning to my senses. I was lying on top of a woman. It wasn’t Sophie Nadz.
“Relax! Relax!”
“Who are you?”
“It’s me, Shalin,” she whispered.
“Who?”
“Shalin.”
Tapping on glass continued as I tried to get up, “How did you…how did you get in here?”
“You let me in, Kawla!”
“I have to call my mother.”
“Please, not now, please!”
“Somebody is at the door!”
“He is Ayya.”
“Who?”
“Ayya.”
“How do you know?” It was just a blurry figure out there. Only shape I could make was that of a guy.
“He is my fiancé,” she hissed.
“How does he know you are here?”
“He doesn’t know.”
“Your footwear!”
“I put them inside. He doesn’t know a thing. He’s only suspecting.”
“But why?”
“Maybe my brother told him to check in here.”
“Did you see me piss outside the door?”
“No!” She blinked at me with those little brown watery eyes.
Then the guy out there was gone.
“Alright. Take it easy!” I said patting her arm.
“Do not open the door!”
“No, I won’t.”
I rolled on a side and grabbed my towel to wipe a slimy dick. I glanced at the naked girl who got tinier tits and sharp nipples. I reached over the girl to pick a pillow fallen behind the bed and my eyes stopped at the surfboard properly placed to hide the crack on the wall. Just then the landline phone began to ring. I reached over her body to grab the phone but she stopped me. I stayed put watching the phone for a long while until it terminated.
I urgently picked my mobile phone.
“Where are you calling, Kawla?” asked Shalin.
“I have to call my mom,” I told her.
I rang up my half-sister at Bonita. “Donna! Is my mom alright?”
“She is fine. She arrived this afternoon,” replied Najma, my half-sister, “She tried to call you.”
“What happened to her eye?”
“Her eye?”
“Yes, did anything happen to her eye?”
“Nothing has happened to her eye. She’s alright. She has gone out at the moment.”
“Well then, I will call you later.”
I turned to Shalin who lay in my bed on her back with an arm across her breasts. A pinkish brown skin and she was so soft in her flesh.
“I’m going crazy here!”
“You are!” she released a faint giggle from deep throat.
“I thought my mom was taken to the hospital.”
“Is she alright?”
“Yeah! But how did you get in here?”
“You let me in.”
“I didn’t let you in!”
“You did, Kawla, you did.”
“Where has he gone?”
“He must be in the house. Please don’t open for him. We are supposed to get married next month.”
“Mi falda!” I felt my moist skin, “What did we do here? I see you dropped your footwear inside and mine too. Clever girl!”
“Let me wash! Mind your towel!”
“Please! What did we do exactly?”
“You damn well know!” She rose on her hinds on the bed and in two steps entered the toilet without a door and sat down on the seat. I could see those naked knees no matter where I sat on the bed.
“What are you going to do now?”
“We wait. He has to go soon. He’s on duty.”
I checked the time. It was Tuesday, five-thirty in the afternoon. “Damn!”
I noticed a large damp splotch in the bedspread about two feet in diameter. I touched and smelt.
“Did you piss in bed?” I asked in shock.
“You did, Kawla, you did.”
“I did?”
She popped her face behind the wall, “You peed on top of me, Kawla. It was hot. It burned my skin.”
“He will call off that wedding.”
“He can’t call it off.”
“Did he beg you to marry him?”
“No.”
“You give boom-boom, right!”
“Don’t say that,” she peeped again, “it happens, sometimes.”
“Your brother will kill me.”
“He’s cool. Don’t worry about him.”
Shalin stepped out with a thoroughly wet body and dried up standing within inches to me. She pulled on her panties and I caught that tongue like if someone threading a needle. Shalin pulled on her pink tank top and knickerbockers. Placed her glasses on her eyes and corrected her uncombed short hair.
“Shall I check your house now?”
“Please do.”
I quickly pulled on those pink panties that I said a girlfriend left behind and stepped to the arched doorway by the gate side. I came across Sabo who noticed red marks under my neck and all over my body. “You are full of love bites,” he snuffled. All the girls began to stare and snivel at me.
“Really!” I noticed them on my biceps and chest, “Is he gone?”
“He is gone. You can bring her out now,” he said and entered his room giving her the chance to cross the entryway out of his sight.
Shalin came out and crossed the east wing girls who just stared down at her.
- Log in to post comments