Chapter 61 Experiment (2)
The thoughts of Jamal were never erased from my mind. He had played along with my tactics. He must have noticed my friends glancing repeatedly over at him, forcing him to comply.
And I knew he would be ringing up my phone any time soon. My phone rang and I raced towards the bed to receive the call.
"Has he called yet?" Thelma asked me.
"You're the one calling," I sighed, realizing it was my friend calling.
"You should have collected his number too." Rhena quipped.
I shuddered. "Is Rhena with you, Thelma? Have you guys been talking about me?" I asked them, stupefied.
"Chill, girlfriend. We are here to help. Just give Jamal up. And stop going over to the naked beach, he might think you are desperate." Thelma warned.
"You guys should stop worrying about me." I yawned, going over to my window.
"Maybe, this whole relationship thing isn't for me," I added.
"Girl, you had sounded like a pervert. If I were Jamal I would have bruised your lips," Rhena intoned.
"Oh, you shut up, Rhena!" I yelled into my phone. "You caused all this in the first place."
Thelma and Rhena both laughed hysterically at my yelling. They enjoy playing with my emotions. With a strangled moan, I cut the call and fell on the bed.
My hands were circling my mangoes, I had the sudden urge to unbutton my shirt. My shirt flew open and I started to touch myself, allowing myself to think of Jamal.
I sucked on my index finger before returning it to my hardened nipples. My lips let out a gasp at the thrilling feel of my wet finger on my nipples.
Again, my finger traced the outline of both breasts. Going solo was better than having a man beat his meat into me, I reasoned.
Talking about meats?
Different Images of pricks circulated in my head. Did Jamal have a pickle-sized penis, or was it curved, was it straight and long with veins all around it?
I let out another gasp as I simply rolled back my skirt to my stomach, and parted my legs to reveal my bleeding pussy.
My juices were squishing out from my vagina when I trudged a finger into the folds. I bite my lower lip, blown away by the thousands of sensations shooting through my body.
"Jas,"
I heard the voice, dark, deep, and strangely familiar.
Maybe, a visitor was passing by, going over to the next door. My finger flickered my clitoris lightly and I hissed.
"Jasper?"
My eyes fluttered open instantly. That voice sounded so damn near. And I was right, someone was standing directly at the entrance of my bedroom, looking down at me.
And not just anyone.
Jamal!
What the fuck!
"I'm so sorry," his brows cocked as he squinted his eyes at me. "I thought this was Jasper's room," he apologized.
I let out a shrilly scream as my hand reached out to a blanket. He fled my room, slamming the door behind him.
Jamal had caught me touching myself! How was that even possible?
I paced around my room, scratching my nutmeg-colored hair. Jasper was my neighbor, a high school boy who lived next door with his parents.
Hasn't he been to Jasper's house before?
Why would he mistake my house for Jasper's? If only I had locked up the door.
I ran my tongue over my lips. Should I call my friends and tell them what had transpired? They certainly would make jest of the matter, I shook my head.
What then will I do? I asked myself.
"You will do nothing," I said out loud in conclusion.
"Don't tell your friends and don't go to the naked beach anymore," I added.
I thought that would make me feel better, but it didn't. So, I sat with a bowl of cereal in front of the television, hoping to tarnish the memory of Jamal seeing me go solo.
"You will be alright. You will never see Jamal again," I assured myself.
But what if he comes back to see Jasper and I accidentally collide into him?
I let out a cry, biting my lips to stop quivering. Thelma and Rhena had both warned me to stop going solo, now this certainly would be my redemption.
I scurried back to the bed, and after a little cry, I allowed myself to doze off.
My phone let out a startling ring. I groaned, reaching for it and placed it to my ear without noting who was calling me.
"Hello, good evening. Am I speaking with Davina?"
It was a boy. He had the sweetest voice ever. I rubbed my eyes to stare at the wall clock.
8:57.
Mum should be back by now, I heaved deeply.
"Yes, this is her. Who is this, please?" I yawned, raising one hand as I stretched.
"This is Jamal."