Asantewaa’s Liberation (Chapter 5)

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Chapter 5

I curse myself inwardly for my demons, feeling stupid and embarrassed for ruining the moment. I can’t meet his eyes. “Nothing.” It comes off in a whisper, and he looks even more concerned when he grasps my chin gently to meet his eyes.

“Did I do something wrong? You can tell me.”

This makes me feel even worse, that he would blame himself or think it is his fault that I feel this way. How do I explain this to him without feeling foolish? What if he changes his mind about being with me? Because I don’t want us to stop what we were doing. I want more from him. I want the pleasure that I can tell he can make me feel.

“Asantewaa, you can tell me if I do something you don’t like. I won’t get offended, trust me. I pride myself on being a good lover. And to be a good lover, my partner must enjoy everything we do together. So it is very important for you to be vocal about how you feel at every point in time.”

Gathering courage, I finally tell him, “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just– I felt your–and I kind of panicked.”

He frowns in confusion, and I don’t blame him. My reaction is not making sense. “You felt? What did you–oh.” When he realises the problem, he cocks his head to the side and searches my face, his face thankfully blank. He doesn’t seem upset when he seeks clarification, “You felt the hardness of my arousal and it made you uncomfortable?”

“Not uncomfortable, exactly. It’s complicated. And it is not really about you. I will be fine now if we continue. It just startled me the first time.”

“What about it startled you? Is it because it has been a while? I know you were married before.”

I would have preferred not to elaborate on my marriage, but I have a feeling he would not continue unless I explain things to him enough to understand that I’m not going to panic again if he touches me. “What did Nii and Serwaa tell you about my marriage?”

He shrugged. “Not much, just that it was hard on you and you are finally trying to start afresh and enjoy life.”

I nodded. “True. Added to that, sex was a chore that happened once in a while–thankfully. I just get some flashbacks sometimes. He is the only man whose hardness I’ve ever felt, so feeling you now jolted me a little. But trust me, it won’t happen again.”

He searches my face. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I wouldn’t want to trigger any bad memories when we’re together.”

“I’m sure,” I confirm firmly. “The few minutes we’ve spent together have given me more pleasure than I ever felt in my marriage. I had no idea it could be like this. I want more of this.”

He pulls me into his arms in an unexpected hug that warms my heart. What is this stranger doing to me? How can someone I just met make me feel so much? I don’t even know his surname. Is this how it always feels or am I feeling so much because of my inexperience?

When he pulls back, he looks at me carefully. “I want to do all those things you want with you too, but I don’t want to hurt you. I’m a playboy, remember? You need someone who is nicer and can give you both the sexual experience and emotional commitment.”

His worry makes me laugh, and I can tell he is surprised and confused by my laughter. “I know you’re a playboy. Which is exactly why you’re the best candidate to experience sexual pleasure with. I don’t want a relationship,” I tell him bluntly. Seeing his confusion increase, I explain, “Maybe I look like a woman who needs an emotional attachment to sex, but that is the last thing I want. I spent ten years of my life in a cage of marriage. I want to come and go as I please, with no attachment to any man. The only thing I’m looking for now is adventures in my bedroom. I don’t want to fall in love, nor do I wish for anyone to fall in love with me.”

He snorts. “Adventures in your bedroom? That’s an interesting way to put it.”

I smiled. “I can’t take credit for it, unfortunately. I got it from my sexual liberation portal.”

He laughed, pulling me down to the cane settee on the balcony. It feels good when he positions me to straddle him and wraps his arms around me. “Sexual Liberation Portal? Tell me more.” 

“The actual name is Adventures from the Bedrooms of African Women. I stumbled on the website about two months ago, and it has been illuminating.”

His grin is wolfish. “Oh, you’ve been on adventuresfrom? Interesting.”

It is my turn to be surprised. “You know the site?”


“What were you looking for over there? It’s for women.”

He chuckles, planting a kiss on my lips. “Why is it for only women? Don’t you think African men need to know what African women enjoy in their bedrooms? Then maybe we can bridge the orgasm gap and more women can also enjoy orgasms.”

I snake my arms around his neck. “Great idea. Let’s start with me.”

He chuckles again before meeting my lips in another passionate kiss. This time when I feel his hardness, it doesn’t startle me. Remembering a story I read on the adventuresfrom website, I move slowly against his hardness, elated when I hear his groan. His hands come up to fondle my breasts through my jumpsuit, and it feels so good that I’m happy I forfeited a bra today. I gasp when he repositions me so that his arousal rubs deliciously against me as we kiss.

I try to keep my moans low because I can still hear the music from the party and I’m aware that anyone could come in at any moment. I lose the battle when he abandons my lips to  suck on my ear lobe and grasps my hips with one hand to control my movement against him, while the other hand pushes into the top of my jumpsuit to squeeze my boobs. The orgasm is quick and unexpected, swallowed into Jake’s kiss. I stare at him, wide-eyed, shocked that he had given me an orgasm while I’m still fully clothed. 

“Are you okay?” he asks after a minute. Okay? He just gave me a glimpse of the pleasure that one can enjoy in the arms of another. Meeting his eyes, I let him see my pleasure with a grin. “I feel great! Can we do more?” His chuckle is lost in the embrace he pulls me into. “Are you sure you’re ready for more tonight? We can meet up some other time.”

“I’m ready. There’s this adventure I’ve been wanting to try…” 

“Tell me more,” he invites, just as the balcony door opens and Serwaa steps in. She takes one look at us and shakes her head. “Asantewaa, I’ve been looking for you. Can I speak to you?”

I’m slightly embarrassed to have been caught as I am, straddling a strange gorgeous man, but I still feel too good to allow it to ruin my mood. “Sure, I’ll see you in a minute.”

She nods and leaves, but not without giving poor Jake one last glare. 

As soon as Serwaa shuts the door behind her, I give Jake a quick hug and manoeuvre off his lap with his help. “Let me go and say my goodbyes, then I’ll meet you out there.”

He seems surprised. “Are we still on? I thought you might want to reschedule.”

“Sure, we are, unless you don’t want to anymore.” It comes out as a challenge, but inside I’m a little afraid he might change his mind.

“Oh, babe, you have no idea how much I want you.”

That boosts my confidence.  I straighten my clothes and regard him. “Do I look okay?”

He gives me a once-over and brushes his hand over my hair with a smirk. “You don’t look like you just had an orgasm if that’s what you’re asking. He laughs at my blush and opens the door for me. “Aren’t you coming?”

“I think I will stay here for a few minutes to cool down,” he responds, glancing down at the obvious erection in his pants. It feels good to know that he is in that condition because of me, so I give him another quick peck before rushing out to meet my best friend.

“Asantewaa?” I turn back. 

“Where are we taking this to, your place or mine?”

I smirked at him. “My place, of course. We have to stick to the theme. It is ‘Adventures in the Bedrooms of African Women,’ remember?”

Smiling, I close the door behind the sound of his laughter, anticipating the night of pleasure ahead.

*read chapter 4 here*

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