Jimmy could barely stay on his feet. He was
drunk and had pissed on his trousers as saliva drools from his mouth. Since it
was late, I could barely see the face of the Good Samaritan who had brought
Jimmy home. But when I rushed to the door to help him get Jimmy in, I was
shocked to see that that the good soul was Dalmos. Taken aback, “Dalmos, what
are you doing here?” I asked as my jaw dropped.
He glanced up at me. I could sense
frustration all over him. He must have gone through a lot to get Jimmy here. “I
found this dude by the road drunk. He could have got himself killed. He ran
into the path of an oncoming vehicle. Were it not for me, he would have been
dead. Is this where he lives?”
“Yes, yes, he lives here.” I replied
“Don’t just stand there. Help me get this guy
to his room. He weighs a ton!”
I joined him. We pulled Jimmy down the
passage and into his room where we slammed him on the bed. He was a heap. With
his gaze fixed on Jimmy, Dalmos took a mighty heave. He dusted his hands and
turned to me, he probed, “Lizzy, what are you doing here?”
I scratched my head, turned to Jimmy, and
replied, “He’s my friend. I came to see him…”
“That is unfortunate. Check the time,” he
glanced at his wristwatch. Then back to me, “It is almost midnight. You should
not be here. You should be at home.”
I swallowed hard, our eyes met. I said,
slowly, “He proposed to marry me…”
“What?” he glared at me. “This drunk? You
fell for this crap! Common, Lizzy. You should not be doing this. There are
better things you can do with your life.”
With hands raised, I commented, “Dalmos, I
think I can handle this…”
He interjected. “STOP. You cannot change him.
Look at him. He is a full-grown man. You should be reasonable for once. You are
not a rehab!”
It was getting tense. He was losing it. Could
it be jealous rage? I need to calm things down. I moved closer, placed my hand
on his chest and spoke with a voice that was as soft as whisper, “You have done
so well today, Dalmos. I understand your feelings. Let’s go to the next room to
trash things out.” As I stared at him, he tried to avoid eye contact.
He paused and tried to think.
“Don’t worry about, Jimmy. We can work things
out…”
He
checked his body for bruises. His shirt had stains all over. He raised his hands;
he looked at them and shook his head. They were dirty. “I need to wash,” he finally
said.
“That is true.” As my hand traveled down his
arm, I squeezed his body a little. “You need to use the shower before anything
else.”
“Yes,” he cocked his head.
I could sense he was insecure. Dalmos felt
vulnerable for the first time. He thought it was over between us. So he needed
to protest. Perhaps he could change my mind. I love the way he had conducted
himself. “Let us go.” I threw my hand around his waist and we moved out of the
room. I slammed the door behind us and led him to the shower. I stood by the
corner near the mirror and waited for him to undress so that I could put the
shirt in the washing machine.
He took off his shirt and threw it on the
floor. As I moved forward to pick it up, my eyes stumbled on the mirror. Dalmos
unzipped his trousers and took out his penis. I was trapped in his filth. I
choked and covered my mouth with my hand. I tried to turn the other way but I
could not. I bent down. I slipped my hand into my underwear, located my
clitoris and squeezed it gently as I watched him through the mirror. My
hand felt the warmth of my vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. My fingers
were all but sucked inside.
I moaned a little. In my head, I could imagine walking
over, taking my pants off and waiting by the showers. I imagined myself beside
Dalmos, his cock hard and inside of me.
As he raised his head, he saw me. I tried to
duck and rush out the door. “Lizzy,” he called.
I stopped and glanced at his direction.
He stepped out of the shower. He carried
himself to me. My eyes were on his penis. His erection grew larger and harder
as he approached me. He smiled lewdly at me, “It’s late. Come to the shower and
let’s put our differences behind us…”
I was speechless. I did not know what to do. There
was ample time to leave his presence, reject his advances and stand my ground.
But I was confused. He held my hand, his finger brushed past my nipple. I
moaned. My vagina was wet; eager for his body fill me and I fell into his
hands.
His shirt slipped from my hands. He carried
me to the shower. We kissed as he touched my body gently. He removed my
nightgown. He did not worry I had my pants on. He put on the shower. The water
running was warm. I knew what he wanted. He needs to make it snappy. I bent
over so he could have me from behind. With an eye on his penis and my hand
leaned against the wall for support, Dalmos pulled my pant to one side. I
grabbed his penis. I took my hand to slip him inside of me.
I could feel his body inside of me. It was
hard as he went deep. I pushed back so he could take the whole of me. He
touched my tit; he pulled and squeezed the nipple gently. I moaned aloud and
squinted all over the place. I had forgotten Jimmy was at home. Dalmos rammed
me so hard until I felt a sudden rush of energy. I tried to break free, but he
had other ideas. He held me down. He placed with his hands on my hip and shot
his load inside of me.
