#12

Hay sana, wathi egqiba ndabe ndibila ngumsindo ngaphakathi.
Xola:"eish, sorry maan baby."
Me:"ngantoni ngok?" I heard inhale and exhale as though exasperated.
Xola:"next time there will be enough foreplay, plus nam ndivukelwe kahle." Yhu, kwangathi ndingamthuka.
Me:"cela undosule tu." He got up and got some tissues. I asked him to get me sme wipes from my bag, n and I properly cleaned myself up. I was disappointed in him. I somehow wished it were Mondli, because shame yena ubhuti, he knew his job.

He made me sleep in his arms, nto le ibindi phambanisa worse. Everyone knows that a bad round of sex creates discomfort and sometimes resentment. I don't when I fell asleep,  but I woke up in an empty bed. I checked my phone and there was a message from Xola telling me he had to rush to work, and would be back after 4pm. A thought crossed my mind. I was thinking of packing everything that belonged to me, and leave for home. At least my son wouldn't disappoint me like Xola did.

Mxm, I woke up, bathed and went to prepare myself breakfast.  I made sure I was dressed proper, incase Ayanda was home yet. After breakfast I started with the cleaning, then Xola's laundry. Whilst busy sorting the laundry, I spotted something odd. Hey, was Xola bisexual? What was he doing with female underwears and clothes? I went to his closet and decided to rummage through it. I felt a huge ping on my heart. Two drawers were full of girls' clothes, under garments and sleepwear. I even spotted some toiletries. No lies, I was hurt. He might not have satisfied me sexually, but I somehow still saw us dating.

I decided to return everything to its place and forget about the laundry. I called mom and asked for Bhongo, but she told me to call the nanny because she was at work. I did so, and spoke to my boy. All he did was scream and make bubble sounds. After that I called Slie, and told her of my misfortune and discovery. She couldn't hide the laughter, she laughed at me, till I ended up laughing too. Slie suggested we hook up because she was free the whole day, and I gladly obliged.

Me:"ok, but, how do I get to town from here?"
Slie:"eish, I'll sms you the cab's number and you can direct it. Say we meet at Havanna." Fine, agreed on meeting at Havanna. She sent the cab details and I called it. It arrived 45minutes later. I sent Xola a text informing him of my whereabouts, nut he didn't respond, so I assumed he was a bit busy. Hospitals can be hectic at times, so I understood.

To my surprise,  Slie was with Mihlali. Yes, the one and only Mihlali, whom I shaared a flat with, was friends with nd stole my boyfriend from right under my nose. No, chill, I ain't mad at her, was just reminiscing on the past.

Boy, was I excited. We standing outside and passerbys kept looking at us, because we wer screaming. Mihlali suggested we go inside and continue the reunion with some drinks.  They were with some guys and I reckoned they were the ones buying all that booze. They got me Hunters Gold because I didn't do beer no more. Yep, I used to do Miller, Castle Lite and Heineken. I won't lie,  the guys were actually great company, and I admired the fact that they weren't making moves on us. You know, when you having fun, time flies. I only realised how late it was, when Xola called mesaying he just knocked off and was on his way to ppck me up.
I wasn't even drunk, and that's what I love about Hunter's Gold, but it will make you visit the loo a million times.

I told Slie Xola was on his way to pick me up and she suggested we go wait for him outside. I was about to tell Mihlali and she reminded of how a man snatcher she was. Hahahahahahaaha,  trus my friend to grow up. I dismissed her comment and filled Mihlali in. I bid my farewell to the guys and thanked them for their hospitality. They suggested next time to come visit them and they'd host me and my friends the whole weekend, which I politely agreed to.

20minutes later, Xola arrived.  I introduced him to my friends and vise verca. The time was past 6pm and I was fermised. Our first stop was Nando's.  I needed their hot wings.  Boo bought the wings and a meal, then drove us home. On arrival,  Ayanda had gone to work, so we had the pace all to ourselves,  and I must say, I was rather horny. I had even forgotten about the previous mishaps.  Boo slouched on the couch, and I was only too willing to straddle him. He wasted no time, and joined my mood. The kisses were very intense,  full of hunger and longing. He took off my top, kissing my belly. I must say, I was a bit uncomfortable with him paying so much attention to my belly. Blame it on being a mom. It wasn't flabby, neither was it flat.  I could put on a crop top and still look hot and sexy.

We undressed each other, and my eyes darted to his manhood. It wasn't small, nor was it huge, it was just fine. But, at dawn, it felt rather very small. Now I was confused. He saw the look on my face, and tried diverting my attention from his crotch. Nope, this I couldn't just ignore and live hanging. I touched his manhood and played with it with my hands, but it wasn't becoming rock hard like Mondli's used to be. I have never given a blow job to any other man except my baby daddy, and the thought of giving it to Xola just to help hm get his hard was definitely an uncomfortable and creepy one.

It finally got a bit hard and after inserting a condom,  it went limp again. I could feel his frustration.  He eventually flipped me and made me lay backwards on the couc, then tried inserting me. It was a rerun of what had happened at dawn. Him doing what I don't know what to call. It was infuriating.  After he came, I pushed him aside, got up, went to get my toiletries and went to loc myself in the bathroom.  I really needed a cold shower, to calm myself down because really, I couldn't understand what was going on..

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That night, I slept without eating. I had decided that the next morning I am going home. Like hell was I going to settle for that. I may not be that experienced in the sex department,  but Mondli sure taught me good sex. I had an idea of what I was suppose to get. I knew how I was supposed to feel when being fucked.

Xola joined me in bed and boy, was I so glad when he kept to himself and didn't try talking to me. About an hour later I finally gathered th courage to speak. I could feel he wasn't sleeping yet, so I told him I was livin the next day. He tried talking me out of it and promised to seek medical help for his problem, but I wasn't hearing any of it. Sex was not the only turn off at that point, but also the discovery I had made earlier on that day. I wondered how his girlfriend coped with his failure to please intimately.

Xola:"honestly, I don't know what's going on.  Last time you were here, I was perfectly fine. What happened this morning was a shock and I assumed I was probably tired or stressed, but now am starting to stress about it." Ok, I did not know how to respond to that, so I just kept quiet.
I actually had nothing to say to him, except the fact that he gives out the worst sex ever.

Me:"I saw your girlfriend's stuff. " "oh", was all he could utter. After that, there was silence again. I am sure he was still constructing the words to use for his response, so I let him be.
Little did I know,  I wasn't getting any sort of response.  We slept without uttering a word to each other.