Ruth takes a back seat for now as the third cast member of this enthralling docu-drama makes her presence felt and our hero realises he will have to be quick on his feet if he is to keep the one from finding out he is shagging the other.
During the long drive back to Bloemfontein after a weekend in sexual heaven I took stock of the situation. My mother’s friend Ruth was keen that I return to Johannesburg soon for a rematch. I was pretty keen on the idea myself. What a woman! The hospitality had been great. When Ruth had told my mother she would be delighted to put me up if I ever came to the “big smoke” she wasn’t just being polite and the extra services supplied by the establishment had put the accommodation in the five-star bracket.
And then there was the daughter, Zelda, 18 years old and oozing nubility, if the pictures in the flat were anything to go by: a raven-haired beauty with a toothy-white smile and a proud chest. Looking at her pictures I had seen a young Ruth and my greedy cock wanted them both.
I would make sure Zelda was at home the next time I went visiting but I was going to have to box very cleverly, employing some fancy footwork, if I was to bed them both without blowing the whole deal. It would not be the first time that greed had led me to lonely periods of self-abuse!
Back at work there was little time for dalliance with the opposite sex, although the drought was broken briefly when an ex-girlfriend from Maseru stayed the night on her way back to Cape Town. Grudgingly, after much begging and appealing to her better nature, she executed a rather clinical hand job, reminding me in no uncertain fashion that she had neither forgotten the circumstances of our break-up, nor forgiven me for my actions. “I’m only a male,” I bleated, “God didn’t give us enough blood to run our brains and cocks at the same time. You must make allowances. I was drunk and anyway, how was I to know she was your Godmother?” But she was unmoved, sleeping with the bedroom door locked while I tossed and turned on the couch in the lounge. “Just in case your blood starts moving in the wrong direction,” said old stony-face.
Anyway, all bad things come to an end eventually and with a long weekend in the offing I phoned Ruth to find out if I could visit. A new voice answered. Zelda! I smoothly introduced myself, expressing sorrow that she had been away during my first visit. She was delighted to hear from me, she had heard so much about me, mummy would be delighted I had phoned, yes, she would be at home over Easter and, yes, they would be ecstatic if I would come for the weekend!
Two weeks later, on the Thursday afternoon before Good Friday, I fought my way through Johannesburg’s rush-hour traffic to Hillbrow and Ruth’s large, airy high-rise apartment with its breathtaking view of the Jo’burg skyline. I rang the bell and when the door opened two trilling females, flushed with excitement, engulfed me, welcoming me into their home. “Mummy has told me so much about you that it feels like you’re an old friend. I loved your mum and I know I’m going to love you!” Two soft breasts pressed against my chest as she kissed me on the lips but before I could react she was pushed aside and Ruth kissed me, whispering in my ear that Zelda was unaware of our relationship and she wanted to keep it that way. Okay by me, I muttered.
