Furtive glances are my forte.. I mean it. I have been practicing the art since i was 4, trying to steal my grandma's freshly baked muffin's and while trying to discard my other grandma's freshly broth-ed Ukha. Perfection it would seem, is also my forte. Anyway, I ensured that nobody was watching me as i slipped out of my room and went down the hallway. I knew that when my team-mates see my silhouette they will follow suite, so i went ahead to the cafe and secured a safe spot along with some freshly brewed Colombian and some antacid pills.
When i look back at this meeting years later, i will look at fondly, not for the concrete discussion we had, but for the gossip and other things that we shared. Yusuf came in said his bit, then i said my bit, then we exchanged "ooh's" and "Ahh's", this went for a whole 15 minutes. Then we got side tracked. Drank way too much coffee, ate too much sugar.Ah yes, amongst the other things; Arthur, while we were leaving the cafe, pulled me aside to talk about Simba.
"Boss, See, I will most likely ask Simba out"
"Ya? Why are you telling me about it?"
"No, i just want to make sure you are ok with it."
Oh the rage!
"Why, Arthur you think i wont be ok with it?"
"Cause, you and Simba are really close right? "
Calm down Ronny, focus on Arthur's round head. Yes, that is correct. Breathe in. Breathe out!
"No worries chappy, I don't mind one bit" i said, channeling my boyhood days spent in green country side of Eton. Also it looked like people at work thought of us as "just friends. Really good friends". Guess they don't know about our sweating infusing, body jerking, liquid spewing activities of boyhood. Well, that's good. And it would appear that people thought i was overtly possessive about Simba.Well, i am. But i don't want people to think that about me.
"Anyhoo, Enjoy" i waved cheerily and walked off.
I usually take the subway home. But today i decided to walk. I enjoy walking on pavements, especially the clip-clop of my heels hitting the pavement reminds of the old tales my grandma used to tell about horses and carriages back in England. I am such a country boy at heart!
Have you ever had your bottom pinched? Or ever wondered how it would feel? I was bent over, inspecting some watches on display, when someone patted my shoulder. In my memoirs the following scene would be.. ' I hollered in surprise',in reality I yelped. Ya, like a little girl. Sheesh! I really should practice hollering in front of a mirror.
"What was that? You sound like a girl whose bottom was pinched"
"You started me, that's all. Whats with this bottom pinching nonsense?"
"I heard, it feels good"!
I quickened my pace, trying to get away from Fernando. So he is a pervert?! Interesting!
"Ronny, Want to go for a drink?" I really despise the drinking action people do to convey their point.
Anyway, since i had nothing to do, i went along with Fernando. I suppose i could say i had fun, or i did not have fun. Either way, i don't remember what happened. The only thing i remember is shoving my tongue down his throat, and if my memory served me right, he did the same. You know how drunken kisses are. Sometimes it is a hit, Sometimes a miss. This time it was a hit. Fernando's lips were soft and full. I love full lips. A lot of flesh to bite.
"Fernando"
"hmm.."
"I need to go"
"Why Ronny? I was under the impression that this would lead to sex?!"
"Fernando.. You top right?"
"Yes"
"Well, so do I". Sexual incompatibility. I realized that while we were kissing.
"Eh?!" disbelief was etched on his face. I was sober that very instant.
"Contrary to your expression, Yes i top. The only person i bottom for is Simba"I suddenly felt sick and badly wanted to go home. Fernando's expression changed from shock to understanding. I had no idea what he was trying to understand.
"Ronny, are you in love with Simba?"
"What?! where did that come from?"
"No,...Never mind then".
What was this guy thinking? Stupid Fernando.
" Lets go then" I walked to the door and Fernando followed me out.
We hailed a cab and I opened the door to get in. But like in all romantic movies, I stopped before i got in and gestured Fernando to come closer.
"Fernando" i whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him forward.
"Ronny" The voice was so sensual and soft, It made me want to melt.
I raised my head and softly pressed my lips to his.
"See you on Monday Fernando" i breathed and got into the taxi.
I could feel the lingering scent of Fernando on my palms and my lips. But what surprised me was, the lack of effect on my penis. His scent filled me up, my nostrils, my head, my heart and even my stomach. It made me giddy and happy, but the emotions stopped there. What does that mean?
