Sexcapade Of Natasha – 32

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SEXCAPADE OF NATASHA – (32)
By Emdee David

Natasha pushes her way passed a dumbfounded Ken and walks around the large well-furnished living room. She looks around the room, no photo frames, no flowers, no decorations…and no feminine scents.

“Hmmmm,” she says. “This house sure needs the touch of a woman.”

“Definitely not yours,” Ken says, shutting the door and thinking of what to do. “Why are you here?” Then, there is a knock at the door. He ignores it.

“Wonder what the kitchen looks like,” Natasha says and steps towards the kitchen. A sound of a fallen plate is heard in the kitchen. “Oh, you have a house girl already? Let’s see.” She walks to the kitchen as the knock on the door is heard again, louder than the first. Ken is confused about going after the door or Natasha.

“Who is there?” he shouts.

Cynthia is jittery as she sees her friend, Natasha. She is by the fridge, her wrapper still raised up roughed and the dark middle of her thighs is visible.

“Oh,” Natasha exclaims, stopping abruptly, feigning surprise and shock. “Cynthia, Cynthia….am I dreaming?”

Cynthia braces up and summons bravado. She says, “welcome back, runaway bride,” and then sips from a glass of brandy she has quickly fixed for herself when she heard Natasha’s voice. “You have put on some weight, sister. That place was surely good for you. So when are you going back?”

Natasha laughs and giggles, stepping closer to Cynthia. She stares at her tummy and says, “On my way here, some kids I saw on the field said they were looking for their football. Could that be what you are carrying in your tummy?”

It is Cynthia’s turn to laugh and giggle, and in addition, she rubs her tummy.

Cynthia says, “Don’t you think this war is better in the bedroom, rather than in the kitchen?”

“Well, since you could get laid here in the cooking room, the battle could as well be here. So can you tell me what you are doing with my husband?”

Cynthia almost spilt her drink as she jolts into a burst of hysterical laughter and mockery. “Hus…? Oh, my God, hahahahahaha.”

“Can you see?” Natasha shows a glittering engagement ring.

“Oh, that. We have actually been looking for how to tell you to send it back to us since you chose to abandon your ‘Hus…band’ on the day you are supposed to tie the knot. Has it occurred to you how much we wasted for that wedding?”

“Who are the ‘WE’ you are referring to here? You and Andy?”

“I and my husband, Ken, Cynthia says and flashes a diamond wedding ring at Natasha, smiling like a schoolgirl. Natasha gets furious; she says, “Where is that bastard?”

Ken is having a hard time in the sitting room with Vera and Andy. They were the ones knocking at the door. Ken was telling Andy that he has no right to come into his house to look for anybody and blaming Vera for bringing Andy into his house.

“Vera had to bring me here because she has a conscience,” Andy had said. “She had the fear of God in her. If your wife abandons you, why take mine, even with my baby inside of her?” Ken was battling with the last phrase, glaring at Vera for denial or confirmation, then they heard rowdy movements and shouts from the kitchen. Ken rushes to the kitchen, finds Cynthia and Natasha locked arms-in-arms together.

“Stop fighting in my house,” Ken shouts and tries to separate them. Vera comes into the kitchen, followed by Andy.

“Baby,” screams Andy as he rushes to pull Cynthia away from Natasha. At the passage, Cynthia frees herself from Andy’s grip and rushes into the bedroom. Natasha gives Andy a seductive look. Andy looks away, even though he admires Natasha a lot. It is not the first time he has seen such expression on her face. He had even imagined Natasha in bed with himself. But that was before the wedding plan that never held.

“Natasha, you will regret this,” Ken says. “Now, get out of my house.” Natasha is laughing, giving Vera a mischievous look. Vera returns it with a “thumbs-up” look. Ken catches Vera.

“Vera, what have you done?”

“Nothing. Well,” Vera says. “I am sorry for bringing Andy to your house. He was at my place to ask for Cynthia, and I told him I didn’t know her whereabouts. I didn’t bring him.  He followed me here, I just noticed him behind me when I was about to knock at the door. I persuaded him to leave but he wouldn’t.”

“Good work, Vera,” Ken says and goes in.

“Babyyyyyyyy!!!” Andy screams.

Cynthia comes out of the house with her bag. Andy follows her. Vera joins them. Ken glares at Natasha with his fiery eyes, Natasha could feel the heat from his look. Natasha smirks, enjoying the moment.

“What have you done?”

“Making sure you die lonely…”

“Why not use a gun?”

“Because I have none. But what I have, I give unto you,” Natasha says, brings out and wields at him a picture of Ken with a woman in a wedding gown in court. Still smirking, she says, “Thank God I didn’t walk that aisle with you, lying bastard of a pastor.”

Ken feels his eyeballs are going to blurt out as he stares at the picture, recognizing the woman he had long kept away from the world, the blind world.

“What do you want?” he mutters.

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Emdee David is a Creative writer, Poet, Producer and Director of radio/TV/Digital Media contents. As a creative, innovative and talented writer, his works include “Shadows of the Sun” (Heinemann Publishers – in view), and several poems. His passion and interests are in Entertainment, Politics, Digital Media and Youth mentorship. He is the President of Africa Entertainment Network (AEN) and currently a postgraduate student of Media and Communications at CIAPS.

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