It was a few minutes past 11 already,
I checked my watch too regularly so as to distract my eyes.
They were fixated on her, sitting across from me,
I wonder where Jake went and when he’d come back.
To prevent my body from following the script in my head.
My impromptu guest must have noticed by now the unsteadiness in my voice,
The weighty gaze my lids have formed, the awkward silence that cued the watch stare.
This bed felt a little too small and I felt I needed to run somewhere…anywhere,
But her body was inviting and she knew it, I could see it in how she pursed her lips.
As she spoke my name; William. She has the habit to start every line with it.
William, so how’s that your girlfriend? Jenny was it?
All I could hear was the sound of the ocean raging against my chest.
William? So are we going to sit here quiet all day until Jake shows up,
The words had barely left her supple lips when I heard it.
She started to undo her denim pants unnaturally riddled with metal buttons.
I heard myself call for help under my breath,
Finally finding my voice I asked; err Angie, what are you doing there?
She smiles and stares straight into my eyes undressing my face of any composure,
I knew I had set myself for witty reply, she was good with those.
I’m regretting wearing this damned thing today of all days, can you help me with it?
I was going to answer I swear but then the phone rang…it was Jake.
I couldn’t pay enough attention as Angie kept relieving herself of her tightly fitting jeans,
And failing…I started to grow concerned and started mentally soliciting for better measurements for thick people.
Just then Jake’s voice shook me from my placard carrying daydream,
Nigga, are you seeing this? I said yes without thinking.
So the rains have started over there too? Shit! did you bring my clothes in before it started this time?
I realized he wasn’t referring Angie’s now exposed creme thighs and lavender lace panties,
So I replied as hastily and vague as I could Yes, yes and yes.
That’s a good roommate, he said and chuckled
With all this damned rain, I wonder if my sister there yet
You mean Angie?
No, I mean my sister, meat head
I turned round again to make sure we were talking about the same thing this time
It was almost 12 and it thundered from a distance and started to rain, mercilessly,
I was trapped. She kept smiling. I gulped again…
to be continued…