TWISTED 2

He hurriedly put on his pyjama pants with a stern look on his face as he exited the room. I was too shocked to utter any words and could only sit and watch him leave while I buried my head in his semen infested magazine. It was not long before he walked back into the room, smoking a cigarette and clutching a bottle of Hennessy.

He most definitely chose the wrong night to mess with me.

I glanced up at him, our eyes fixated on each other as he puffed out his cigarette and gave me the – Gbemi I don’t care what you do or say look. No, no, no, no I can’t take this.......this can’t be happening to me. I swung the magazine at him and followed it up with the television  and air condition remote controls on the side stool and the pillows on the bed. Before he could regain balance I had crawled up to where he stood and started to hit him on the face as hard as I could. He was too intoxicated to do anything and by this time he had staggered a few times, lost balance and fell to the ground. I sat on his chest and grabbed the bottle of Hennessy from his hands.

`Deolu I sacrificed my career to make this marriage work, I have sex you whenever you come on to me even when I’m not in the mood to, I fix your food at odd times of the day whichever and however way you want it and this is how you plan to ruin it all for me, right?. Your son was almost suspended from school because he took your pornographic magazines and cigarettes to school. I almost beat him to a pulp because I found it hard to believe him when he said they were yours, but here you are confirming my suspicions. Shame on you Deolu, shame on you`. He didn’t seem perturbed by everything I said. He attempted to drag the bottle of Hennessey from me; I held it up and slapped him once more. How dare you?

`Are you gay? ` That was rather too stupid to ask going by the circumstance. I’m going to leave your lying, cheating gay self soon. How long has this even been going on for? I enquired further and before I could get a reply, I was already on the floor; bleeding uncontrollably from my head - now it was time for him to lay his long-awaited defense. I could literally hear my heart beat.  `Who do you think you are, going on about sacrifices you made and what not? When I met you, you were just a cheap slutty parasite who needed someone to suck on, now look at you all shinny, fat and radiant. To whom do you owe that....your family? Or that already dead boutique you owned? What if I am gay, what right do you have to question my sexuality? You own two new cars, I make whatever you want available to you even before you ask. Don’t ever question me; you lost that right many years ago. He dealt me three heavy blows to the face and was about to hit me the fourth time when Tola burst into the room.

`Mummy! Daddy! what’s going on? Your voice woke me up from sleep and I’m sure a few of the neighbours have been awoken by your noise`. He had already started throwing tantrums before realising what was going on – his father was on me, left hand up in the air about to strike me. He looked around the room and saw sheets of the magazine scattered on the floor. He picked one up and I could tell from his countenance that he felt exonerated. He didn’t look surprised at all. Then he took a few steps forward to where we were when I gave him the – You know better not to take any more steps look. He got the message right away and walked out of the room.

Wait! Is my son gay too? I didn’t even bother to go through the magazine that was found with him. What kind of mother am I?

`Get off me you dirty bastard` - `I yelled out, attempting to throw him off me. `How am I even sure you haven’t been infected with an STD? So all this while when you kept giving the `I’m too tired to have sex nonsense` it was actually because of a man? I’d be damned if I don’t kill you before you do me`.  I continued. He pinned me hard on the ground `I own you Gbemi, do you understand? You answer to my orders. Don’t ever, ever complain about my actions if you don’t want me to send you back to your wretched father’s house – After all I’m the reason why you have food to eat, clothes to wear and a means of livelihood. Don’t ever joke with that`. He spat on my face and climbed on the bed to sleep, while I lay on the ground in a pool of my blood.

Well he might be wretched but he’s way better than the lying, cheating, homosexual bastard that you are. I murmured under my breath.

That night I managed to sleep for a few hours but was up early the following day. I had a terrible migraine but I worked through it cleaning the blood on the floor, getting chores done around the house and also getting myself treated for the cut on my head by the family doctor who came around that morning. Deolu was out early that morning as I didn’t wake up to meet his presence and Tola who was home with me refused to come out of his room all day. When he feels the need to eat, he would most definitely come out. I thought out loud as I ate my cream crackers biscuit.

I tried to deal with the events of the previous night by reading a Sidney Sheldon novel, but I found it impossible to do as images of my sex moments with Deolu kept flashing in my head. How can he be gay? So I had been having sex with a gay man? The thought of it was galling. I eventually slept off on the couch after swallowing some pills and by 6pm I was up again. Deolu still wasn’t back; I wouldn’t stop thinking, so I decided to visit an old friend of mine. Ranti and I had been friends for about twenty-five years; even before I met Deolu, and we had managed to keep our relationship going irrespective of the numerous differences that had always overshadowed our friendship over the years.

I called her to let her know about my purported visit, which she sounded excited about. We hadn’t seen each other since the burial of her father about four years ago, so it was the perfect time to bond and put out everything that had been bothering us. I arrived at her residence at a few minutes before 7pm. She was single; hence lived alone. After exchanging pleasantries, she offered me some red wine which I obliged to, before we sat down to talk. We had talked about everything from gossip about our mutual friends to food and hair products but not about my marriage and her single status. I was patiently waiting for her to give it a mention because I didn’t want to be forward about it but she totally gave a blind sight to it – until when I was about to leave.

`Gbemi ehn ehn, how is Deolu and Tola? I thought you guys have had another child by now. ` - she asked chuckling.

I smiled and then I started crying. `What’s wrong Gbemi? ` – Ranti queried. I told her everything from Tola`s situation at school to Deolu`s recent love for men. And just like how Tola reacted when he saw the gay pornographic magazines, she didn’t look amazed. She smiled and drew close to me. `It’s alright Gbemi – she said, wrapping her hand around my shoulder and wiping the tears off my face - `I’ve always told you men cannot be trusted. Why do you think I’m still single? You think I don’t feel the need to be with a man? I do Gbemi. But I decided to seek an alternative after Charles broke my heart and so far, I’m better for it`. She continued.

`How do you mean? `

She wrapped her hand around my hair and pulled my face towards hers. I’ve always wanted to do this Gbemi, you don’t need any man to make you happy, what you need me is me. ` Then she kissed me. I pulled back and pushed her away from me. `Stop this Ranti, I’m not a lesbian. When did you even start this rubbish? ` I got up from the couch and smoothened my dress. `I’m leaving`. – I yelled out. She walked up to me, `You don’t have to Gbemi, and sorry if I caught you unawares but trust me it would be worth your while`. She came very close to me and pinned me to the wall, moved my hair to the side and started kissing me on my neck. I moaned. It felt very different from when it was Deolu romancing me. She grabbed my ass and pushed herself towards me.

Ooh, I was wet between my thighs. She kissed me softly, biting my lips at intervals. I responded by holding her by the waist and pulling her dress up. She stuck her hand into my leggings making way into my thongs and onto my vagina. It felt like I was in heaven, it was like nothing I had felt before. She dragged me off the wall and threw me onto the couch, revealing my already underwear. She raised up her skirt and climbed onto me – kissing me as hard as she could and caressing my clitoris. I was all over the place. How come I don’t feel this way with Deolu? When she started fingering me and sucking on my droopy breasts, I swear at that moment I could trade my life for that feeling. Magical.

She then went on to take off my thongs, revealing my well shaved pubic hair and very wet vagina. By this time she had taken off my tank top and brassiere. I felt shy, but damn it, it felt good. She kissed me from my forehead to my lips, sucked on both my nipples, then down to my stomach, belly button and then my clitoris. Take me away love, take me love – I moaned out. She stuck one finger inside me, and then two then started fingering me until both fingers were soaked with my vagina juice. It was way better than sex with Deolu. After a while she got up and asked me to dress up. `You seem pretty comfortable, weren’t you heterosexual a few minutes ago? She jested. I ignored her and wore my underwear immediately while she went into the room to get me some sex toys she wanted to show me. I didn’t wait for her to return before I took my leave. It was already 10pm and I was expecting to see Deolu`s car in the garage when I drove in. Sigh.

I was about calling his phone to find out where he was because I was starting to get worried and feel guilty when I got a text message from Ranti. ` I know you loved it and you’d definitely come back for more. I’d always be available for you. `

I’m not yet a lesbian am I?