Thandi sent me a message later in the evening. Just a polite message thanking me for a nice time, asking me about my day. I replied back and we started chatting. Nothing hectic. Just light stuff. I was deliberately keeping it light. I didn't want to hear about or gossip about her mum. Neither did I want to talk about sex.
Truth be told, the girl intrigued me. I know, woman not girl but try as I might she was a girl to me. I'm 45, she's 20. Young enough to be my daughter. Too young for me to date but definitely old enough for me to fuck!
I've seen many men my age and older, friends, colleagues, acquaintances, look foolish and waste lots of time and money chasing after young college girls in a bed to prove to themselves that they were still studs, they still had it. The thought of being a sugar daddy, a middle aged man trying to relive his younger glory days by chasing young cash-hungry women was not something I was eager to do.
But there was something about this young woman that got to me. One thing, she inflated my ego no doubt. She made me feel like a million bucks. She made me feel like a man, a Lion. It was just the way she treated me, the way she deferred to me, asked me for advice about stuff like career, dating, money. It was the occasional reference to me as a stud! Me a stud?? Many women had told me I was a good lover but it was something hearing this from a young lady who gets fucked by young virile men. I still got it, I thought to myself, grinning from ear to ear. We had planned to meet the next weekend for drinks when things took a twist.
My relationship with Cynthia had kinda cooled off. I was miffed about being taken for a jackass so I wasn't making much of an effort. Now I was realising she didn't really make much of an effort either, as far as she was concerned I had to be the one chasing not her.
So it's Friday, my date with Thani is tomorrow evening. I had chatted earlier with Cynthia and she told me she was flying out to Durban for some marketing events. 8pm in the evening, I'm at home chilling, watching some mindless superhero movie when I get a message from Thandi.
Thandi: She's at home today and she has a man with her. Their drinking wine and giggling like idiots.
Me:Really? She told me she's flying to Durban today and will be back on Tuesday?
Thandi: ROFLMAO. I keep telling you mum is a player. Your not the first one she's played, won't be the last one. Sorry
Me: The bitch!!! Sorry but she's full of shit.
Me: Thank God your here for me :-)
Thandi: LOL yes I am
Thandi: I know her game so well. They'll be shagging like in around 30 minutes. I can tell she's drunk now and once she's drunk she gets very horny.
Me: Damn!
Thandi: Wanna come and see for yourself? I can sneak you in
Me: I'm not sure about this. I really don't care whether she's fucking someone else or not. Just seems weird skulking around in her house waitin to catch her fucking somebody else
Thandi: No! I need you to believe me. I'm not lying to you. I love my mum but she's something else. Come see for yourself, I'll sneak you into my bedroom and you can hear her. You know how loud and vocal she gets LOL
Something in me was intrigued. A voyeur part that I never knew existed. Plus I really wanted to find out for myself what the truth was. I consider myself a good judge of character and the fact that I had been fooled so easily galled me.
Me: Ok. I can be outside the gate in like 30
Thandi: Ok. Let me know when your here. I'll come sneak you in
Me: Cool. See you in a bit
Forty minutes later I was at their gate messaging Thandi. She appeared almost instantly, motioning me to be silent. She quietly led me into the house through the kitchen back door. I felt like I was in that popular Cheaters drama, skulking around someone's house waiting to catch them in the act.
The house was all dark as Thandi quietly led me into it. Sneaking into her room was easy, too easy. Seems like this wasn't the first time she had done it.
She led me into her bedroom, motioned me to keep quiet and whispered, "listen."
I listened.
Then I heard. The distinct sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The moans and squeals of pleasure. Cynthia's high pitched voice as she urged her lover to fuck her harder, she same words she had told me in ecstasy so many times before.
I felt horrible. Betrayed. It seemed so unnecessary to me. If you want to play the field tell me so that I can do the same not string me along as you get fucked by some random dude.
I felt sick, tired, depressed.
"I can't stay here. I'm going to my place. Want to come with me?" I asked.
She didn't hesitate.
"Sure."
I watched as she threw some clothes and toiletries in a gym bag, slipped on sneakers and then silently led me out of the house and into my car.
Thirty minutes later we pulled into my driveway. I led her into the house and headed straight to the liquor cabinet. I needed a drink to wash off the bad taste.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't think it would affect you like this. She's been doing this for so long that I'm used to it, I didn't think how you'd react to it," she said as she wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back. She felt light and frail and sad and innocent in my arms. I had this urge to protect her, to shield her from an uncaring parent who had made her grow up too fast.
We held each other in silence, her face on my chest, my chin resting on the top of her head. It was a sad, perfect vulnerable moment. She raised up her head after a while and looked at me, just looked at me. No words were spoken. I looked into her lovely face, tears brimming in her eyes. I could see the sadness deep in her soul.
"What's wrong?"
"Why does she do that? Why does she bring men home and have sex with them and not care that I can hear what's going on?" She asked in tears.
I held her tight as I led her to the couch. Sat her down, stroked her cheeks as the tears silently streamed down her lovely face.
"Look, I really don't know. All I can do is guess based on what she told me and also my experiences with women, life, stuff."
"Ok."
I paused for a while, a few minutes, as I gathered my thoughts. How to explain myself without hurting this girl even further?
"Look," I started. "From what she told me, she married young. Straight out of high school. Your father was her first love, high school love. Her parents tried to warn her, tell her to take her time, get some college education first, but no. She was in love and she was having none of it. She got married, and had you within a year or two. Things were fine apparently in the first years. Your dad was a clerk or something like that in the local bank and she went back to university, got a degree. Got a job after the degree and that's when the problems started. Your dad became insecure. He was young and he had an old school way of looking at things, he was threatened by the fact that she was making some money and wasn't totally dependent on him. He didn't like that."
She was now listening raptly.
"Go on."
'So from what I gather, his career stalled. He didn't have a college degree, didn't bother to further his education. On the other hand your mum's career was going places. She was a hard worker and quite smart and there were lots of companies looking for bright young educated black women, affirmative action and all that. So her career takes off, within 5 years she's making more than him, ten years later she's a senior marketing manager while he's still working in the branch. He starts drinking, not taking care of his responsibilities, beating her up, accusing her of cheating, making life difficult for her when she has to work extra hours and stuff like that. They try counselling, getting elders involved and stuff like that. Doesn't work or only works for a short time and then back to square one. Things get to a head when she finds out he's seeing someone else and the other woman is pregnant. It was the last straw for her. She told me she felt so betrayed, so bitter. She sacrificed her youth for this man, did everything for him, bought him stuff, gave him money, didn't cheat on him despite many chances and he then goes ahead and does this to her. She files for divorce. They get divorced like five-six years ago I think."
"Six years. I remember I was 14 when they divorced. I was devastated, didn't know what was going on."
"Yap. Six years ago. Anyway, she has to start a new life with no dating experience and now a single mother. No one wants to date a single mother, you know how Joburg is. She starts drinking, one thing leads to another and she discovers her sexuality. She's been with one man all her life. Now she's single, has money, a good job, can do what she wants and she's realised she missed out on life. Starts partying and well...the men. Five years later here we are."
"Wow. I didn't know most of that. She never talked to me about all this."
"You're still a kid to her, she can't tell you she's scared or stuff like that."
"True. Thanks for letting me know." She reached over and kissed me as she told me that. I kissed back. There's something about this girl that got me. She made me want to protect her, take care of her, shield her against the harsh cruelties of life.
I leaned over and kissed her eyes. Kissed her lips softly, tenderly. My hands held her cheeks as I caressed her face while wiping the tears away. She kissed back softly and then more urgently. Suddenly we were all hungry for each other. Our hands were all over each other pulling and pushing t-shirts, caps, shorts, bras away. Soon she was naked in my arms and I was naked in her arms. Her body felt young and lithe and hot in my arms. The heat from her arousal was astounding. Without a word I lifted her, she was so easy to lift. She knew what to do, wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom.
Things had heated up so quickly. One minute we were having a deep discussion about her mum the next moment we couldn't keep our hands off each other!
I threw her on the bedroom and just looked at her. She looked so lovely. Her bush was freshly trimmed...someone was expecting to get laid I thought with a grin.
"What?"
"Nothing. You're gorgeous."
"Really?"
