BED OF ROSES from the work in Progress Love Birds

 By Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

Life is no bed of roses. I dressed up in clean clothes. The blouse was stunning see-through, skirt fits closely around the waist, slightly wider at the bottom and sleek heel shoes. It was elegant, graceful and showing the shape of my body. One last time, I stood before the mirror, checked my face, body and clothes. My narrow hips were powerful and well developed. Everyone has where he or she belongs. Today, I belong to the mountaintop. There was a chair and table beside the large mirror. I sat down on the chair and the table was within my reach. I pulled the drawer, took out my watch and wore it on the right hand. It fitted nicely on the wrist that sticks out. I gently rose to my feet, grabbed my handbag, hung it on the shoulder and walked out of the door.

I connected a taxi that took me to where Jimmy asked us to meet. It was a nice place, especially if you are decent and on a mission. My past relationship was taking its toll. I felt used. If I do not discipline myself, I will be the loser. A man will bruise the petals and walk out the door. My body is all I have. I must cherish it. 

I turned up few minutes late at the popular restaurant. My eyes travelled about. I saw him seated in the corner perfect for two. I wanted a situation where he had to wait for me and that achieved. I want to be in control. I was not willing to start on a wrong footing as I did with Dalmos. I went past a few seats and arrived at the table.

My new friend finally noticed my presence. He sat up. His face broke into a gap-toothed smile as I took the empty seat before him. “Good evening, Jimmy,” I greeted and settled in nicely into the seat. Gently I placed my handbag on the table.

“Good evening, Lizzy,” he had a beautiful smile. “You are gorgeous. I thought you were not going to come. Thank you for accepting my invite.” He sat back and looked straight at me. He threw out a question, “What do I offer you?”

“Soft drink,” I replied. “I do not want much.”

“Okay.” He raised his head, signaled the waiter to our corner. The man arrived quickly. Jimmy ordered for drinks while I watched him closely. His shirt and pair of jeans looked good on him. His outfit was not a tragedy. He was not boring, weak and unfashionable like a deformed little goat. As the man disappeared from sight, he turned to me, he disclosed, “I got something for you. I think you will like it.” He brought out a pack. He opened it, placed it on the table and pushed it to me. He sank into his seat, with his eyes on me. His face beamed with smile and crossed his arms over his body.

I pulled the case to my side and then looked closely. It was a portable timepiece, attached by silver metal bracelet. It was a modern wristwatch featuring solar charging and atomic time reception capabilities. It was befitting! Getting such a gift on my first date was wonderful. I could not believe this would happen. It was a gorgeous metal, sparkling like a diamond ring. “Where did you get this?” I adjusted, raised my head and asked.

He smiled, he shook his head and answered, “Does it matter?” he scratched his head.

“I know it does not but I just want to know,” Now we were smiling at each other as if we have been friends for forever. I sat up, examined the watch again. I flung a glance at him and said, “Thank you!”

He turned away, avoiding eye contact. He nodded almost a million times and disclosed, “Well, I am happy you like it. I initially ordered it from the internet as a gift for my sister whose birthday is next week. However, arriving here, I changed my mind. I will get her another one in two days. The wristwatch is for special people. How much is a diamond ring worth? Your gift is top quality. Since you like it, you can keep it.”

“Thank you!” I exclaimed.

The waiter’s arrival disrupted our conversation. He served us drinks. Jimmy and I drank quietly in the belly of the evening. This was the first time that I would be completely happy with a male friend. We have barely just started the journey. It is already looking green on all sides. Jimmy ticks all the boxes. He was an upgrade of Dalmos. However, these are early days. I must not throw caution to the wind.  

 

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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.

 Excerpt from the 

 unpublished book titled

 Love Birds by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

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