Chapter 60 Experiment (1)
Oftentimes, I take a stroll down the naked beach just to watch naked young bodies. Women take pride in showcasing their bodies but I guessed I was never one of them.
Young men on the other hand were provocative to my eyes and I wished to the stars that I had one man between my legs.
There was a particular dude I watched, broad-chested, tussled hair and strong biceps. My eyes would trail down the contours of his taunt bum, around his full lips, and begin to fantasize about him making love to me.
I never knew his name until I had a girl's date with my two naughty friends, Rhena and Thelma.
"Why do you keep giving me the eyes?" I asked Rhena, who had her eyes fixated on me.
"Have you been masturbating, Davina?" Rhena threw in.
My eyes bugged out while Thelma spluttered out the juice in her mouth.
"What the fuck, Rhena, we are outside," I swat her hand as my voice grew into a whisper.
"Why would you ask her that?" Thelma pulled her chair closer -interested to hear the whole gist- she sat in between Rhena and I.
I grabbed the handles of my chair, giving Rhena a signal never to leak out my secret.
Rhena, a pretty brunette rolled her eyes at me while she giggled. "I'm sorry, Davina, amma have to tell on you." Rhena let out a laugh.
"Don't you dare back out from your promise!" I warned, etching my head lower to steady my voice.
Thelma watched us closely. "You girls have been hiding secrets from me. Come on, spill it, Rhena," she placed her cup of juice on the table before us.
"The other day I walked in on Davina masturbating, she was fingering herself - quite intensely." Rhena grinned as she explained.
Thelma flipped her golden hair, her mouth dropped open as she snapped her gaze towards me. "No way!" She bursted into a laugh.
"She begged me not to tell you," Rhena's eyes were already bleeding with tears of joy.
My hands glided over my face in cruel embarrassment. Why would Rhena do this to me? I thought she had my back. Never have I thought that she would betray me like this.
"Is there a story as to why she's masturbating?" Thelma pushed on, enjoying the look of triumph on Rhena's face.
"Fuck you, Rhena!" I flared - not exactly angry but brokenhearted all the same.
We were all the same age but I had never had a real boyfriend. Both Rhena and Thelma talk about how they occasionally made out with their boyfriends and that had me envying them.
That took me on the long road to the naked beach, hoping to catch myself a mate but I only ended up returning home to a solo sex.
"You know that naked beach we all talked about. She goes there, and watches one particular dude, what's his name again? Then she returns home to finger herself to orgasm." Rhena spewed.
I jerked my head away from Thelma's burning gazes and Rhena's annoying laughter. Taking my cup of cold vanilla juice, I began to sip.
"How often do you finger yourself, Davina?" Thelma's voice held a tinge of sarcasm.
I rolled my eyes at both of them as they continued laughing.
"Speak of the devil," Rhena suddenly stopped laughing.
I turned to look at what she was looking at, and I froze. Jamal and his best friend, Murray walked past our table.
"Is that Jamal?" Thelma whispered to Rhena while eyeing the taller man who was sitting three tables from us now.
Rhena nodded to that.
Murray was laughing at a joke Jamal was saying, when Jamal suspected he was being scrutinized, his eyes swept the room until they settled directly at us.
Quickly, we all wrenched our heads away like we hadn't been staring.
"It's rude to stare," Thelma joked, while we all laughed.
"Where's Jamal from?" Thelma grew interested.
"Why are you interested in him?" I asked her.
"He's from north Africa," Rhena put in.
"Good. He's a fine man," Thelma clapped her hands feeling pleased.
"Davina, this is your chance," Thelma's eyes bounced on me.
My face paled. "Chance for what?"
"Go, start a fling, collect his number - just do anything. You can probably kiss him on the spot," Thelma shrugged.
Rhena squealed softly. This girl's date was rather interesting than she initially thought.
My mouth fell open. "Never!" I bared my teeth at them. "I'm never doing that."
"This is your chance to win a man to yourself so that you can stop fucking yourself," Thelma said to me.
I frowned while Rhena stifled a chortle. "Will you stop joking about that?"
"Or she wouldn't come with us to the gallery show," Rhena put in.
"What?"
I hated them both. First, Rhena unrighteously spilled my secret, then she conspired with Thelma not to take me to the gallery show which they both promised me.
Both girls were middle-class wealthy, they liked me because I was an artist and made me their friends. While I tutor them in their difficult school courses, they push my artwork to big galleries and shows.
It was a win-win for us all.
"You both can't be serious," I hissed.
"You had better walk up to him," Thelma advised, arching her brows as she tried a naughty smile.
I nodded, having no choice but to give in. I noted my skimpy dress and rubbed my clammy palms on my dress. I was nervous and wrecked, I wondered if Jamal had seen my face in the past while at the naked beach.
I started towards their table. Jamal and Murray who had been talking suddenly stopped when I paused at their table.
"Is she the girl you were supposed to hang out with?" Murray asked Jamal.
Jamal shook his head in negation while he cocked his brows at me.
What do I say, what do I say?
If I stood in their presence much longer I would look like a dummy, my insides screamed at me.
"Hi," I waved.
"Well, hi," Murray grinned at me, nudging Jamal by the knee to at least acknowledge me. But Jamal was stubborn.
He just picked up his cocktail and sipped from the straw.
Ignoring Jamal's rudeness, I continued, I wasn't giving up now, not when my friends were watching.
"You look strangely familiar," I put in.
Both boys looked at me like I was saying the most lame cliche words. I must have sounded like a perverted girl who was bent on making new friends.
"Familiar?" Murray laughed. "You must have seen my face in the school boys' band...,"
"I meant him." I interrupted Murray.
Jamal smirked when he noticed how Murray flinched.
"My friends and I were thinking if you are a masseur. Your face strikes me like you are one. I'm in dire need of such service and was hoping you can render such service." I had no idea where that came from.
Murray's eyes widened while Jamal was surprisingly quite calm amid the brouhaha.
My friends were slapping the table with their hands while holding their stomachs, bringing the boys' attention to them.
Why were they stupidly laughing loud? They surely would give me away, I swore under my breath.
"Yes, gladly. You know what, let me have your digits instead?" Jamal took the hint.