The Kisser & the Kissee
I thought kissing is only an act of love until I witnessed the one done outside of love… – kisser & the kissee-
It was all bliss for over four months I got married to Francis. The kisses will not end; he kissed me in the morning, afternoon, night, and even before going to the toilet to do some long business. The lovemaking will also not cease.
Early in the morning, he will kiss me ‘wake up, It’s morning!’ and on his hand is a breakfast of a well-prepared dish by him. He would then sit by me and feed me as a baby. Of course, I am his baby. Sometimes I think this whole pampering is maybe partly due to my pregnancy or perhaps the love he professes to me.
I was already four months pregnant before we got married. But oh well! I will enjoy the whole scenario while it lasts! During these few heaven months of marriage, we discussed everything, we left no stone unturned in the course of our discussions. Francis told me stories from his childhood to his adulthood; he told me about his past relationship, both tasteful and sour.
Once, he told me about girls in his college days that threw themselves at him due to his unparalleled intelligence and how he sexually used a good number of them. I thought it was funny and for all the fun of it. According to him, he had only dated three girls of which one whose name was Ada broke his heart and married another man with the complaint that she cannot wait for Francis to finish University, and then get a job before getting married to her.
Francis, due to this, then broke the heart of two other women, Amaka and Beverly. On my own side, I have had five major boyfriends and ten minor boyfriends respectively. We both have had our dirty sides and so none of us judged any of us.
Secretly, I know that my marriage with Francis was unprecedented. He was just then one of my major boyfriends; I knew I loved him, but I was not sure that I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. My taking in due to one of our rigorous love affairs had taken a decision I, for one day, had not thought of. And so, I settled for it. But I will never let Francis know my little, winy, tiny secret. He has shown me so much care and love and so, I don’t want to lose this.
However, marriage could be funny, especially on the side of the woman; it has found a way of making me wonder why in the first place I never wanted to get married – at least not now. However, this whole conjugal bliss was short-lived.
Cindy Coker was my malaria, in fact, my headache. She was the girl my husband never mentioned or talked about. Yes, we discussed everything, but this side of Cindy being my husband’s immediate ex was the part he had left in the dark. He never spilled the beans about his love affair with Miss Coker, neither did he tell me that she is the love of his life and still the love of his life.
I was merely a victim of unprecedented circumstances. Had it not be for my taking in, and my vehement refusal to abort the baby due to my parental/religious background, Francis would never have walked down the aisle with me. And so, I guess we didn’t discuss everything after all. Miss Cooker was his dirty secret. His immeasurable love for her was the skeleton in his cupboard.
Mr. Francis Okolie had met Cindy Coker at the mall. They bumped into each other and staring at her glittering eyes, Francis knew she was the perfect girl for him. She was very beautiful, slender, and tall. She was light-skinned with a pair of brown eyes pointed nose and rosy kissable pink lips that Francis would die kissing. That day they had starred at each other for minutes and the rest is history.
They had dated for four years and had planned to be together except for my intrusion. During the course of these four years, there was nothing they did not do together. Francis kissed her lips for the umpteenth time. He had sucked her breast for uncountable times. He had worshiped her hips. In fact, he had lived in between her sexy legs. I bet, and I can swear, Francis would die to be with Cindy again.
However, Francis had the Achilles heel of high libido and ravenous sexual appetite. I was also a delectable site. I was also simply irresistible.
My name is Juliet Amafor, but my friends call me Julie-sexy or Julie-wire-wire. I could get any man I want. When I swing my hips, men come rushing for it. And when my breasts dance, I bet all men just want to have a taste of it.
Of course, Francis fell for my venus-possessed beauty. We took it one day at a time. It was simply not true love, but it was love anyway, or what I call mere lust. And the resultant effect was a life growing in me.
When Cindy found out, she was devastated and frustrated.
“How could you do this to me after all the love you professed to me? Cindy asked Francis bitterly.”
“It was just a fling. you are the one I truly love. Juliet means nothing.” He explained.
“Oh! So you are allowed to have flings while I am not? And you even went ahead to impregnate her while I am here playing Mary the wife of Joseph to you. Jesus Christ! Men are just Scam and Scums.” She said with disappointment written all over her face.
“Cindy listen to me, I’ll make it up to you. I am never going to marry her. She will either abort the baby or risk single parenthood, I sincerely promise.” Francis finally said. But he never fulfilled this promise. When the incessant pressure from both my parents and I came banging at the door, Francis was forced to oblige. But deep down, he silently yearned for Cindy.
During the course of all these events, Cindy plunged into depression and melancholy for months. She had once attempted suicide because of this. In most of her quiet periods, she reminisced about the good times she had together with Francis. The truckload of promises and most of all or the biggest of all, their decision to be together. All these, Francis had thrown to the dogs.
Despite Francis’s incessant apologies with respect to all that has happened, Cindy Coker vowed to pay back. She vowed to retaliate in some silly ways.
“He thinks, he can use me and dump me, he thinks he can make me an object of caricature among my peers, Never!”
“You haven’t heard the last of me”. Cindy had thought aloud while biting her lower lips and clinging her fist.
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