“Uhh sto..p, wait.. is the door locked?”
She kicked her red lacy thong from her toes. How it got there is anyone’s guess. Nqobi dashed to the door to check if the door was locked. He knew it was locked but didn’t want to give the impression that he had planned this whole mission. How he had crafted to ease her into the mood by some suggestive Netflix movie and a few glasses of his mother’s KWV 2012 Chardonnay. Inkukhu ngeke uyigcinele abanye had been the mantra that had him going for months now. This was it. Graduation.
She lay there, with her hands palming her eyes. The fake shyness she pulled to cover her deepest darkest motives. He was already in his partially thread ridden boxers. So it was true, guys really wear boxers until they become gstrings. She watched him lock the door from the gaps between her fingers.
“You think I’d shave and wear matching lingerie to just Netflix and chill ?” , her inner Mlakashi whispered.
You know this is wrong nhayi iwe, uribestie wangu shaa. Do you have freakies ?
Of course he had condoms. Who goes to the abattoir without tools? She was asking for her sake. Her tastes transcended all humanly common things. The heaven that sat between her thighs had standards too. No dembares formed against her cookie would prosper. She was the Durex, Carex, Magnum type of induku. Nqobi knew that. He hesitated to respond. His hand swiped under his pillow and twice under the base of the bed. Nothing!
The weight of the air became heavy on his chest. He felt his chances of tapping into familiar unknowns slipping through his eager fingers. He had fantasized about this moment for a while now. Being friendzoned was never in his plan but he failed to ask her out when the time was right. This mission was his redemption.
His special stash of freakies had been commandeered by his girlfriend’s bestfriend. The thought of that left him weak in the knees. Thembi sensed his conflict and lept from her corpse pose facade and pinned him down. His blood rushed to where it was needed. The moment of truth. Yes ! He did have a freakie. In the heat of the moment he remembered. Yes ! Small wallet pocket. The backup. But it was too late for that. The ship had sailed.
….
And that’s how Owethu was made.
…
Or not. The best craftsman in this game have a full map of things. That last $3 (yuwesi) in his wallet wasn’t there by grace. It’s job description was activated the moment freakies lost their job. Thembi was also prepared but she wasn’t going to tell her bestie that she was on birth control. Imagine if they were caught and decided to say this was a mistake. The sky would fall and unicorns would ride rainbows if anyone believed them. Morning afters money was in effect. And so it began. The tight bonds of besties.
