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This female friend from Blantyre tells me that she has an interview in Lilongwe. She asks me if she can spend a night or two at my place. My place is a one bedroomed house. If she comes, that means we will be sharing a bed- I tell her. She says she has no problem with that.
I clean up the place and change the beddings. Later in the evening, I go pick her up in town. We get home. I cook for her. We eat and then we start chatting. Sexual stories dominate our convos.
She tells me that she is tired , she should sleep. We go to the bedroom. I give her a duvet and fish out a bedsheet from my bags. She asks me if the bedsheet will be enough- it is cold season. I jokingly tell her that if it gets too cold ,I will get bodily warmth from her.
She laughs and tells me that we should share the duvet. Now , I tell her that will make her uncomfortable- I sleep naked, junk out. She laughs and says she also sleeps with only her undies on.
We laugh. We both take off our clothes. I switch off the light. There is sizable space between our bodies under the bed. We go to sleep.
In the morning, I open my eyes only to find her head lying on my chest and her hand casually rested between my legs- amidst the glorious morning wood.
She slowly starts stroking the tip of my member. My breath quickens. I slowly move my right hand to her chest. I grab her left breast and start squeezing it . She whispers to me that she doesn’t feel anything when her boobs are touched. I giggle and my hands head for the cookie.
With the swiftness of an antelope, she grabs my hand and tells me not to go down there. She says she is in her periods. Disappointed- I move away from her and head to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. She has to go for interviews anyway.
Two days later after her interview, we decide to go drinking. We visit a few clubs. We get bored and head back home. She is tipsy and she tells me that she has been lying about her periods. She’s fine and didn’t just want to sleep with me the first day.
We kiss- for the first time. It’s not nice with the alcohol breath. Our clothes fly . Then the undergarments . I grab a Manyuchi condom. I like this brand. It doesn’t interfere with my erections. Anyway, we get into it . I start drilling her ferociously. She stops me and tells me
To relax. You are breathing heavily, slow down, she says. I slow down. Slow strokes. I feel tingly sensations behind my back. Disappointingly, I lose it and my nozzle fires the white juice.
3 minutes into it and I’m already down? I decide not to tell her and I continue drilling through her with an albeit limp rod. As I drill, my rod gains momentum and drifts back to its firmness. She is breathing heavily & suppressing moans. She tells me that we should switch styles
Fine, let’s resort to the criminally overhyped doggystyle , I tell her. As we adjust into positions, i look at my dick- I don’t see the condom. We start panicking. We search for it.We rummage through the beddings and we don’t find it.
She then puts a finger in her vulva. Surprise invades her pretty face. She fills something. She pulls it out. It’s the Condom.
It was embarrassing.
It was embarrassing.
