~~Makena~~
Four days later, and I still feel Daniel’s lips on mine. That sweet kiss left me in a daze even as Ahmed drove me home. When I lay in bed, I touched myself as I recalled Daniel’s lips on mine.
Today is Daniel’s last game, and he is coming back tomorrow. My panties grow damp every time I think about it.
Most classes end early today because the school is holding Mr and Miss Benford University pageant down at the Amboseli Auditorium near the School of Arts.
What makes it even more exciting is that Ayara is one of the judges. She is also one of the sponsors of the event.
Fay came too, and I am glad to meet up with these two again. We have grown to like each other, and they treat me like their younger sister.
When I tell my childhood friends Wanja and Nduta about Fay and Ayara they act jealous but I know they are happy that I am making new friends.
Wanja says she will visit me in Benford soon after returning from her Zanzibar trip over the weekend. Her boyfriend Noor is taking her for vacation and she is overly excited.
Yet, previously, she had casually mentioned how Noor was broke all the time.
She recently hangs out more with Akinyi, her roommate, who has a sugar daddy and advises her to get one.
When evening comes, I walk into the Amboseli auditorium where the Miss Benford event is happening.
Near the entrance, I run into Lynn. She smirks when she sees me. Her agreeable little friends tag behind her. As I walk past them, she grabs my hand, and her three friends form a semi-circle around me. This girl loves playing games with me.
“Enjoy Danny while you can…but I promise you he will come back to me. He always comes back.” She sneers before walking off.
***
The night's theme is African wear, and most people are dressed in colourful African Ankara and kitenge. It is a beautiful sea of bright colours.
I am wearing a white and purple tie and dye dira with Masai sandals.
Ayara wears a beautiful blue Ankara dress complete with the headgear and Fay has on a maroon lace dress.
The runway opens with a female model wearing a two-piece kitenge. Her face is covered in intricate white marks.
A shirtless male model with an over oiled sleek body follows. He wears a wrapper that looked like it would unwrap itself any time. The crowd goes wild and cheers when he flexes his toned arms.
I clapped and swallowed as my mind recalls a ripped, shirtless Daniel.
On my first week at Benford, I saw him from across the field as he played rugby. His beautiful mahogany skin was slick with sweat, and the sharp V below his waist was visible to my greedy eyes.
The models do a fairly good job except for two unlucky ones. The first is so shy she walked half the runway and ran backstage frightened and the second trips on her six-inch-high heels and falls face flat before the judges.
The winners are a girly-looking boy with a heart-shaped, smooth face, and the girl was a beautiful second-year Economics student. I had seen her in the library a couple of times.
Then Lynn came forward with another tall guy.
“Uh-Oh someone is giving up her crown today” Fay whispers.
Lynn hesitates as she takes the crown from her head and presents it to the new Miss Benford. She also gives her a wand and a sash.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the reigning Miss Benford University, Violet Mueni,” Lynn announces.
Violet stands and waves to the cheering crowd and Lynn stands in the side-lines. Violet accidentally bumps into her as she waves and Lynn trips and falls.
There are many great moments from the night, including a performance by the Kansoul but suffice to say Lynn falling is the best moment for me.
“Can we crash at your place for the night, Makena?” Ayara asks as we leave the auditorium when the event is over.
It is one in the morning, and we are all exhausted. People leave, but some students stay behind to congratulate and party with the new Mr and Miss Benford.
“Sure. You are much welcome,” I say. I am not sure if the place is tidy enough. I left in a hurry in the morning. I did not want to be late for class.
As soon as we arrive, Fay calls Pizza City and orders chicken pizza.
“This reminds me of my first apartment, so cosy,” Fay says as she looks around.
When the pizza arrives, we sit around the coffee table and indulge.
“This is so good,” Ayara says between mouthfuls.
Later, Ayara retrieves a bottle of wine from her car. So, the new wine glasses in the kitchen get to be used for the first time, and I taste wine for the first time.
“Have you two always been friends?” I ask.
The way they are around each other makes one think they are childhood best friends. Like Nduta, Wanja and I.
“No, we met in Benford at a party. My friend Janice had invited me,” Ayara explains.
“I was in the bathroom freshening up when this sassy drunk chick with a Mohawk walked in…she scooped the mascara from my hand…and turned to me with a serious face. Listen, sweetie, listen to me…you don’t need mascara sweetie, it’s twelve am. Be free sweetie…then she raised her hands and puts them around me.”
We burst out laughing.
“I still stand by it. After midnight, don’t even bother with makeup.” Fay raises her wine glass.
“Then she asked me which Sauti Sol member I would bang.”
“I said none, and she said she would bang all four of them and went ahead to explain how and where.”
“By that time, I was laughing so much, tears washed down my mascara. We came out of that bathroom as friends.” Ayara says.
I laugh so hard my left side hurts.
***
“Good morning. Breakfast is ready,” I say as I walk in from the kitchen the next morning. Ayara and Fay slept on the couch last night. Fay is just waking, but Ayara is already up and on the balcony taking a call.
I put the tray with cups, sugar, pancakes, and lemon tea on the coffee table.
“Makena, where is your phone?” Ayara queries as she walks back to the living room. “Daniel just texted me. He says he can’t reach you.”
Her forehead creases with worry as she runs her hand through her unruly curly hair.
My breath sinks to my abdomen. “Is everything alright?”
Ayara gives me her phone, and I listen to Daniel’s voicemail.
“Hey, Ayara. We won, but I got a hamstring injury. Jetting back home in two hours. Let Makena know, I can’t reach her.”
Oh God, Daniel is injured, and here I am singing and dancing as I make breakfast.
“Let’s have breakfast quickly and meet him at the airport. Fay get dressed,” Ayara instructs.
Good thing I have already showered, I quickly run to my bedroom and take off my robe and change into a pair of white jeans and a cream top.
At the airport, we meet Daniel’s mother and brother, Luther. They are also waiting for Daniel.
“Mrs Ogana. This is Makena,” Ayara introduces me. I feel like the scarf around my neck becomes tighter.
I shake hands with Mrs Ogana and Luther. Daniel’s brother looks a lot like him.
His mother has a deep raspy voice, almost like a man’s and she is beautiful in a black skirt suit.
“You look so awfully familiar, pretty one.” She smiles at me.
“They are here,” Luther announces.
From afar, in the international arrivals section, I see Daniel limping. He holds on to his best friend, Andre. Ahmed runs to them and takes their luggage.
“Quick. Hide behind Luther and me,” Ayara said.
I do as I’m told. Luther is very tall, and he completely shields me.
“Danny, my baby” His mother hugs him.
“Mom,” Daniel says. I hear his voice and warmth spreads all over me.
“Hi.” Daniel limps towards Ayara and Luther.
“You look disappointed. Were you expecting someone else?” Ayara asks.
Daniel laughs. He hugs Fay and Ayara and then as he hugs Luther, he sees me.
“Hi.” I wave.
He parts Luther and Ayara and hugs me. He squeezes me to him, and I hold on tight, breathing him in, comforted by his nearness yet wanting to be even closer. When we let go, everyone is watching us.
“Let’s go home, Danny,” His mother says.
Andre bids us goodbye and walks to his car where his driver is ready and waiting.
Ayara and Fay leave as well, followed by Luther. Daniel insists that I ride with him.
We sit at the back of the Escalade, and his mother rides in front with Ahmed. Daniel squeezes my hand and smiles at me.
“I see you met my family.”
“Yes.”
“Charming girl, Danny,” his mother says.
She takes a cigarette from her bag, rolls the window down and begins smoking.
“You have to see Doctor Finley,” she says.
“No, I’m fine mom, Dr Wanjala, the team doctor said I would be fine. I just need to rest,” Daniel assures her.
“Still, I will feel better if you saw Doctor Finley. I’ll send him to see you immediately.”
“Mom, I told you I’m fine.”
“For the sake of your poor mother, please, Danny.” She blows a ring of smoke.
I squeeze his hand tighter.
“Okay,” he concedes.
When we arrived at Daniel’s house, I help him out the car. Ahmed turns around and takes Daniel’s mother home.
“Thank you.” Daniel holds on to my shoulder, and I put my arm around his waist as we go to the elevator. He presses number five, and soon we stand outside his door.
“Welcome,” he says as we go inside. This is the first time I’m in his house.
Everything is a basic white, and the balcony door is made of glass. There is a sensual painting of a black woman’s back on the wall.
We reach the sofa. He pulls me down, and we tumble into it, laughing.
“You have a beautiful house.” I look around again.
“Thanks,” he says.
“You must be hungry.” I don’t know what else to say, and the tension between us is growing by the minute.
“You have no idea.” He licks his lips, and I wonder if he meant food. He takes his shirt off, and I swallow. I resist the urge to run my fingers up and down his perfect torso.
“Let me make you something.” I dash to the kitchen and hold on to the counter, exhaling in relief.
After lunch, ugali and fish, I massage and ice his leg again as he tells me about the game. At least he has put on a T-shirt now. He drapes his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him. An electric jolt runs from my hardened nipples to the core between my legs.
“We almost lost the first game to the Ghanaian team, but in the end, we won.”
“Congrats. I knew you would win.” I pat his thigh.
He is wearing shorts because of his injured leg. There is a second of skin-to-skin contact before I lift my hand and keep it to myself. I am hyper-aware of every little movement I make, every rise and fall of my chest. Daniel’s breath is on the side of my heated face. His beard prickles my shoulder, causing me to curl my toes on the fluffy white carpet. Every bit of my body aches for his touch.
“I missed you,” His voice is heavy with need. A chill runs down my spine.
“You need to take your medicine now,” I deflect. He had prescription painkillers and ointments.
“I already have,” he says in a dangerously low voice then presses his lips on my neck. I moan as he plants little kisses down the side of my neck. His name leaves my lips in a tiny whisper.
He wraps my legs around his waist, and I sit astride him. He kisses me on the collarbone and along my jaw. His hands make their way from my waist, circle my back then up to my breasts.
I felt his arousal between my legs, through the fabric of my jeans and I instinctively grind against him. He unclasps my bra, and his hands are over my breasts, caressing tenderly. His thumb rubs my nipple, and I moan as I feel little tremors all over my body.
Then he stops kissing me and instead presses his forehead against mine.
I open my eyes, frustrated.
“If it was up to me I’d want more,” He whispers.
“Me too,” I say.
“You want more?” His arousal hardens.
“Yes.”
I place a hungry kiss on his lips and tighten my arms around his neck. We cannot stop now. I don’t want to stop until he is deep inside of me, making love to me.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
I nod. My head is dizzy, but I am sure.
He sighs, relieved then kisses me back. He stands up from the couch, my legs are still around his waist.
I want to protest for his injured leg, but his sweet mouth descends on mine. If we fall, right here on the floor, I doubt we’d stop what we are doing. We are too far gone to care for anything.
He carries me up the stairs and to his bedroom. He doesn’t let me go until I’m on the bed. He helps me out of my tank top. His eyes cloud with lust as I guess mine are. He peels off his shirt.
I finally run my hands over his perfect body, and I hear his sharp intake of breath. He lays me down slowly and then moulds his hand on my breast. It fits perfectly. He descends his mouth on my nipple, and I feel his wet hot tongue lick it.
I writhe under him as pleasure washes over me.
His other hand is inside my jeans, inside my underwear.
I’m already wet and wanting, I feel his fingers circle around the damp flesh. My legs tremble as his finger stimulates my clit. I wiggle and rub myself against him, but he gently pushes me back on the bed. His fingers leave my clit, and I gasped, feeling bereft. He licks each one of them slowly.
“Please,” I beg.
He helps me out of my jeans and my underwear. He nudges his knee between my legs, and I open for him.
He kisses me on the lips, as one of his fingers slide inside me. I cry in his mouth as another finger goes inside me. My nails claw his back as he moves in and out of me.
He moves faster, and I feel like I cannot handle it. My body trembles as I feel a strong current of energy run through me. I let out a loud moan as I ride the wave out.
When I come back to earth, Daniel is planting little kisses on my face.
He reaches inside his side drawer and takes out a condom. He takes off his shorts, and I am blessed with the sight of his long, girthy penis.
I support myself on my forearms as I watch him rip the condom. He reaches for my hand, and together we rolled it onto his length.
Although I am new to this, I don’t feel any shame for my nakedness around Daniel. It feels like the most natural thing, to be here with him, naked, my legs splayed open on his bed.
It is all beautiful and memorable. I’m not losing anything tonight.
Instead, I’ll gain pleasure and so much more.
He positions himself at my opening, and we whimper. It is such a turn-on when he makes little pleasure noises.
He starts moving, and I feel a piercing pain as my hymen breaks but soon after there is pleasure. Our hands are clasped on top of my head as he moves, slowly at first as I get used to him. He nudges my legs a little wider with the knee.
My body loosens up because there is nothing to fear. Daniel moves slowly watching my face for my reaction. My eyes glaze, and my lips part. He kisses my neck as he pistons deep inside me.
My body convulses, as my insides clench.
Daniel groans out my name and then becomes still. He slowly moves out of me and throws the used condom on the floor. I close my legs together as they are still slightly shaking.
He sleeps beside me on the bed and places my head on his chest. I lay beside him content and happy, then close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat as I sleep.