It Was Planned To Be Our Last Sex. Now
The door creaked open. I smelled Senami before I saw her, her cologne announced her majesty before I turned to see who had invaded my privacy. The television was on CNN. Christiane Amanpour was interviewing some Palestinian activist. Senami’s presence took my attention away from the show.
“Hi, babes,” she said, planting a wet kiss on my ready lips.
Senami sat by me on the three-seater, rested her head on my chest and started watching the television. Few minutes later, she made for my zippers and started playing with my penis.
My brain almost popped out at the pleasure Senami was giving me. She was due to get married in eight weeks and some days and we had arranged to meet and say bye-bye the proper, sexy way.
Excitement led me to push away a throw pillow that was on the edge of the three-seater. Thereafter, I grabbed Senami, sat her in the middle of the chair, raised her skirt and pulled her panties down and buried my mouth in between her legs. I ate her as though my life depended on it. She moaned, groaned and whispered “Don’t stop honey, let me remember today for the rest of my life.”
That turned my head and I rubbed the tip of my dick, wet it with some saliva and penetrated her over-ready cunt.
“Joseph,” she screamed as my machine gun shot its way into her.
“Take me slowly dear, I want to enjoy this one thrust at a time,” she pleaded as I shot in with speed and lightning.
Some twenty minutes later, I released loads of semen into her. Before then she had orgasm three times, a first since we started dating.
Senami left that day and I wished her well in her marital life. I concentrated on my job and looked forward to a life without her. We never discussed marriage because I was AS and she was AS. We knew it was risky to start a family with such a genotype combination.
A week to her wedding, Senami called me and insisted on coming to see me at home. I pestered her into telling me what was wrong on phone, but she said it was not a matter for the phone. So, she came to my apartment that evening, looking sad and dejected.
“What is wrong, Sena?”
“Emmanuel has called off the wedding…”
“I am pregnant.”
“It is for you.”
I almost collapsed. I remembered our last sexual tryst, I remembered I injected loads of sperm into her, I remembered we were both foolish without thinking of the consequence. Before then, we had always had sex with condom. We just wanted to remember that day for good. Now, it had backfired.
“The church insisted on a pregnancy test, sent us to a lab and the result showed I was pregnant.”
I looked at her and tears had started cascading down.
“I saw my period some days back so I never suspected I could be pregnant. Emmanuel and I had never had sex. He said we should save it for our wedding night. He is shattered now.”
Senami wept bitterly.
“What are we going to do?”
I looked at her, confusion written all over me. Some minutes later, I summoned courage to address her.
“You know our genotype was the only reason why we never considered marriage. You need to see what parents with kids with the sickle cell disease go through and you will never wish to experience it. We can get lucky and not have a baby with SS, but the risk is too much.”
Senami’s eyes suddenly dried up. I thought she was going to say something, but she instead stood up, walked into the bedroom and lay on the bed without removing her gown. Some minutes later, I lay beside her. We both just lay there unable to sleep.
I did not know when I eventually slept. I woke up around 7am and discovered Senami was not beside me. I assumed she was in the sitting room, but on getting there, I did not see her. I checked the toilets, she was not there and I checked the kitchen, it was devoid of any human presence.
I made for the entrance door and discovered it was open. Senami had left without telling me. I grabbed my phone and called her number.
“The number you are calling is switched off.”
I tried repeatedly that day and I got the same response. I went to her apartment the following day and she was not there, a neighbour said she had moved out. I remembered she said she was giving up the apartment ahead of the wedding and was going to stay with her aunt. I did not know the aunt not to talk of knowing her apartment.
I returned home a sad man, unsure of what to expect. Was Senami planning to keep the baby and spring a surprise on me later? Would she be lucky to have a baby without the sickle cell disease? I played all the scenarios in my head but nothing worked.
It has been a year and two months since Senami vanished from my life and I have kept wondering what the future holds. I am afraid about the effect of whatever she had done would have on my new relationship, which, from the look of it, will end in marriage.
Hmm, See where one last sex has landed me.