One Night, I had a Chance

The wine bottle was already empty. In a cosy two-seater my buttocks moved closest to this stranger, I held her by the cheek and kissed her. She reciprocated. At snail’s pace, my hands moved to her belly, it was soft and tender. Though I am usually shy, the red lights from the ceiling blended with the dark evening. Everyone minded their business in their separate tables. I could advance further, I felt. Upwards were my hands as it pressed her breast. We both felt the urge. I knew it was a rare chance. The bottle of wine we shared must have helped. I had a 70 percent conviction that if I could get her to a secluded place my urge would be satisfied. This was what one intent look had caused. I sat with her because of the way she looked at me when I came in.

In that moment, time was of the essence. There was not a lot more I could do in the middle of the bar. Time was no longer on my side, she wanted to leave. Who knows maybe the wine she had was beginning to fade from her system. I frowned but had no choice but to walk her.

Just down the street was my mother’s boarding school. I talked her into a quick tour. Just a knock on the gate, the security man saluted me and allowed us in. The classrooms were enough seclusion. It appeared she desired the seclusion too. All the lights were turned off. We sneaked into one of them. She pushed me and my back landed on a student desk. Then I heard a ripping sound. The button of my jeans fell to the ground. She slid the jeans down and was on top of me. We moaned but I don’t know if it was our sounds that attracted the footstep we heard. We at once paused. He called on me and I responded. He stood by the door for a while but then walked away. I suspect he knew what we were doing but pretended not to. I am the madam’s son after all.

Then I flipped her over and we continued. Or rather, I continued but she couldn’t. The desk was inconveniencing and the thought of getting caught killed her desire. We heard voices that came from the window of the students in the dormitory. I wondered why my mum built it close to the classrooms. I guess she was maximising the land space. Some of the voices cursed, some made sexual sounds to insinuate they knew what we were doing. They must have seen us go into the classroom. I had my hood on a face cap to cover my identity. I didn’t care, but she did. She asked me to stop, hell no! I continued. She kept on pleading and tapping me on the chest. In that moment I felt, if I continued, I would be raping her. Soon it wasn't pleasuring anymore but frustrating. I lost the desire and I made my quit.

I walked her out of the school where she took a cab. We said our goodbyes. I didn’t even ask for her name or number. That was it. I still was hard-on; I chucked it in-between my thighs and held my falling jeans by the waist. I had started something and didn’t finish it.