She was wearing a red bra, with faint white stripes, and a bow-like flower with a fake sliver at the meeting of her boobs. It was the sight that met my eyes when I opened Jeff’s bedroom door. My eyes glided over her body and rested on the inviting cleavage all over again.
“What the hell, Zawadi? Can’t you knock?” he screamed at me.
I must have caught her smiling. Because I was stuck on her smile that I didn’t notice my brother walk out.
“You are beautiful,” I said. “Hi! Pardon my manners, I’m Zawadi, Jeff’s baby sister”.
“Zawadi”, she said with a brief pause, “I’m Sidi, your brother’s girlfriend. I think it’s flattering that you find me beautiful, half-naked in your brother’s bed”.
“Hmmh… that’s probably inappropriate. I’m sorry”.
My eyes lingered on her skin and somehow still fell onto the chocolate of her bosom. I wanted to edge closer, place my hands on them and probably put theory into practice. After all, I’ll be a certified medical doctor in less than three years, what would be the harm?
Jeff was dragging his feet through the corridor, when I remembered that I came into his room for something, one that I don’t remember anymore. He was holding freshly cut pineapples and watermelon in his right hand, with yoghurt in the left.
“Did you need something from me?“ He asked.
“Nothing, I just came in to see if you were home,” I lied.
“Well. this is Sidi, my girlfriend and Sidi this is Zawadi, but I guess she already told you that,” he added.
“I speak for myself, get used to it”.
“I have a game to play. Catch you both later? “
“Yes!“ we said in unison.
As Jeff packed up his bag to go play soccer, my mind quickly checked through to see if I can remember all the ladies he had introduced to me. They were all okay. Some were slightly taller than him, others were quite struggling with self-expression, and most if not all of them pretended to like soccer.
We’d talk about these ladies after they broke up and it was a relief, every time we cut down on the pretence. But Sidi didn’t try to go to the match with him. She showed no enthusiasm when he left. Usually, his girlfriend always mentioned taking care of his shins, or to be careful because a more serious match was coming up.
The real comedy though, was how they all attempted to become professional masseurs. Every time he narrated a failed attempt to massage his body after matches, we’d be left in stitches. Looking at Sidi, innocently sucking the soup out of the pineapple in her hand, I wondered if she too was a professional masseur like the rest.
Immediately Jeff stepped out, I walked to his dressing table and sat on it. Her body was effortlessly in my face, and I loved that she didn’t try to cover herself, nor did I have to pretend to look away.
“So you don’t attend his matches huh?“ I asked.
“I do, only when I want to. Besides, I don’t really enjoy soccer, I just go there to watch him”.
“That’s different. Most of his exes always pretended to like soccer, or tried their hands at being masseurs”.
She laughed heartily and it impressed me that I made her smile. I was determined to do more of this. Especially when her skin was loosely exposed when she laughed, I yearned for its feel.
“That would have been a lucrative business venture. Maybe he should consider bundling up all his exes and opening a massage parlour. He has the right clientele and apparently, the labour force,” she said sarcastically.
She could make jokes. Most of the girls were so daft, they often laughed at the over-dramatized ethnic profiling jokes shared on Youtube by infamous comedians.
I wanted to explore her, not just the depths of her mind but also the thickness of her skin. The brief pause between my thoughts and the audacious gaze deep into my eyes was unexpected. Heat rushed all over my body, and the visible goosebumps gave me away. My fingers itched with longing, passion, desire or maybe even lust. I wondered if it was so visible in my eyes and if that was the reason she couldn’t take her bewildered eyes off me.
“I’m a medical doctor, by the way,” I unceremoniously said to break the silence.
“Jeff already mentioned you will be one in a few years. Or do you think you are good to go?”
“Well. there is pretty nothing I can’t do at this point. I even diagnosed heartaches with my eyes.” I said hoping that it’d make her laugh again.
“Show me what you can do then, doktari,” she teased.
“Is that like a dare?”
“Think of it as an opportunity to learn.” She responded with a cheeky smile.
“Well, it’s October, we could do an at-home diagnosis of breast cancer”.
“We could actually do that.” My heart leapt with joy.
There was a long awkward silence, I could feel the ends of my mouth stretch into a grin, and I tried so hard to conceal that smile.
“Do you need me to stand?”
“What? No! Just sit up, I’ll check while you are seated,” I said moving towards the bed.
My hands were sweaty and shaky, I tried rubbing them against my pyjamas so she couldn’t notice that I was nervous.
She turned her back to me and I couldn’t help but notice the stretch marks flowing freely on the sides of her thighs. Her tiny shorts did so little to cover up the richness of her skin.
I touched her right hand when she stretched backwards to unhook the bra.
“I don’t worry, I’ll do it myself,” I offered.
I toured every inch of her back with my hands, wishing I’d go beyond her slim waist. The desperation in her eyes when I cupped her boobs in my hands made me want her, and a burning desire surged through my veins.
She turned her face to mine and I froze. At that moment, I knew that I wanted more. More time with her, more space. More skin in my hands. More breath in my lungs. I needed more of everything. But not as much as the desire burning in her eyes.
When she clasped my cheeks and pulled me down for a kiss, I felt heat all over my body. I knew then, that it was about time I told my family the truth about Jenna and me, why she no longer visited yet we were childhood friends. But how would Jeff take my coming out, especially if he found out that Sidi kissed me?
I shelved these thoughts when she made a soft moan, and I let loose the slippers on my feet to climb the bed. Every minute of that day was worth it, even the awkward silence we were left in before I walked back to my room. I wonder if she would like to go on a date with me.
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