Written by Nobuhle Nyoni
PART 4
When she got home, she started researching about sex. She wanted to know more. She read multiple articles about sex, pregnancy and sex positions. And then she found pornhub. Her eyes widened as she scrolled through the website and saw naked women and men. Then she saw men with men and women with women. Her jaw dropped and almost touched the floor when she discovered orgies.
“What? What is this? God forgive me. I am about to sin. The cat is me, and death is looming.”
She turned her volume down to 2, even though she was using headphones. Then she clicked on a video with a chubby black woman and a masculine black man. The woman was in lacey black lingerie, sitting at the edge of the swimming pool.
“What a black woman thing to do. We never get into the water, even at pool parties.”
The man was swimming, and she watched him as she touched herself. By the time he pulled his head out of the water, she sat there with her boobs hanging out, circling her nipples. He looked at her and said nothing, licking his lips before swimming towards her. The moment his head popped up, she guided it to her vagina.
“What am I watching right now? Omg.”
He reached out for her ass and pulled her in as he mouthed her vagina. She moaned.
“What is my vagina doing? It feels like my heart is beating in my vagina, and I do not know if that is possible. I don’t think I hate it though.”
He ripped the lace to reveal her vagina while slowly caressing her thighs before gently stroking his fingers up and down her vaginal area. The woman whispered his name.
“I wonder if that is his real name. That would be wild. But maybe not ‘cause we have seen their faces so…”
He put a finger in, took it out and brought it to her mouth, and she sucked on it.
“Uhhhmmmm eeew! Why are we doing that? Oh no.”
He started licking her vagina again. She moved her waist back and forth to match his rhythm. Slowly she reclined backwards, touching her boobs and moaning louder with each tongue swirl he gave her. He put two fingers in her vagina, moving them back and forth whilst still licking her. She placed her hands on his head as if to keep him there, and her moans were uncontrollable. Repeatedly, she was screaming, ‘Yes, don’t stop.’ Shortly after, the woman said, ‘I’m cumming,’ before gasping for breath. The moans that followed were sexy.
“Is this what arousal feels like? There are things I don’t understand happening in my body right now. My vagina is tingling.”
The man pulled himself out of the pool, revealing a big bulge.
“What is that?! Surely, it is not THAT big.”
His partner sat up and pulled down his trunks to reveal his penis. Long, thick, and veiny with a pink tip.
“Where is all that supposed to go?”
She opened her mouth, and he moved towards her and placed it in her mouth.
“This should not be getting my nipples hard. Who am I?”
The man thrust his penis into her mouth; she let out a moan, and he moaned too. As the tension rose, he stopped and signalled for her to turn around and get on her knees. She obeyed as he stroked his penis, waiting for her to get into position. Once she was on her knees, looking back at him, he got on one knee and angled himself. His first stroke was gentle and caused his partner to moan.
“I can’t tell if that moan was from pain or pleasure. I bet it was painful ‘cause that thing is big, but she sounded like she was enjoying it. Sex is confusing.”
For five whole minutes, this man was pounding this woman, and with each moan, Sphe got wetter and wetter. He finally came, letting out a groan. Sphesihle stared at the screen as it turned black. She bit her lip and wondered if it was as good as it sounded.
She started scrolling again. A video with a woman in the shower caught her attention.
“Solo? What is she doing?”
Curiosity got her again, so she pressed play again. A tall, light-skinned woman with short, curly hair appeared on her screen. She wore nothing but a towel. She walked towards an outdoor shower, turned around to face the camera when she reached the door and dropped her towel. In the shower was a wooden stool placed across from the shower head.
She turned on the water and let it hit her skin as she ran her hands on her body. She squeezed her boobs and moaned. She slid her hand from her boob slowly down to her thighs. Then she turned around to show her curvy bum. She spanked herself, then let out a moan mixed with a giggle. Turning around once again, she pinched her nipples, which also made her moan louder than before this time.
She pulled the stool slightly in before lowering herself on it. Her body faced the water. She spread her legs open, revealing a beautifully crafted vagina. The water was hitting her thighs and her vaginal area. The scene looked and felt so sensual. As if the water was giving her pleasure, she rocked her waist back and forth.
The tension in Sphesihle’s body built up with every moan that came through her headphones. She started touching herself, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt. When the woman in the video circled her clit, Sphe followed suit. She found herself drowning in pleasure. As the moans got louder and more frequent, the build-up quickened in her lower belly. She kept her clit-strokes gentle but changed the pace.
“I think I am going to cum. I think it’s happening,” Sphe whispered to herself.
She felt a sensation like never before. Her soul left her body when the orgasm travelled from her head to the tip of her toes. With her eyes tightly shut and her hand gently circling her clit, Sphe let out gasps. She was afraid of moaning or screaming, but that was all she wanted to do. When she finally opened her eyes, her screen was black again.
Only then did she feel how gooey her fingers were.
“I have earned myself a highway ticket to hell. I am such a horrible person. I shouldn’t have watched any of that. I am not supposed to be the girl that masturbates.”
She slid her hand out of her panties, used her left hand to take the headphones off, and went to the bathroom to wash sin off her hands. She wiped her vagina down as if to say, ‘This never happened.’
“Why is something that feels so good bad? Now that I think about it, the worldly things look fun. So, were we designed to be boring figures that reproduce and worship God? Is that all the purpose we have? I want to have fun while worshipping God. If I am being honest with myself, I thoroughly enjoyed that sinful session I just had. I guess that has to stay with me. Otherwise, the world will judge me.”
She drifted into sleep. When morning came, the first thing that came to mind was the sin she had committed. Just as she attempted to push past her internal turmoil, she remembered that she had the task of speaking to her best friend. That shook her boots more than the sin of masturbation.
She spent her Sunday rehearsing what to say to Ropa the following day. She was conflicted about the right time to talk to her about it, and there wasn’t a single time that seemed perfect. Her mental squabbles exhausted her so much that she didn’t struggle to sleep that night.
Monday came along, and Sphesihle was not excited for the day.
“Here goes a day of doing the hard things. I do not look forward to this at all. The chances of me being heartbroken by Ropa’s words are very high. But that won’t be new, would it?”
She left home, met up with Ropa and had their usual walk to school. She wasn’t present because she was anxious.
“Are you alright, Sphe? You seem a little off today,” Ropa asked with concern.
“Yeah, I am good. Just a little tired. I had trouble sleeping last night.”
“Oh, I am sorry.”
Each time Sphe turned to Ropa, she felt a tingle of heat travel through her body. She could barely open her mouth to say anything. It felt like it was physically impossible for her to share her feelings with Ropa.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. A week passed, and she had not found the words or the opportune time to speak to Ropa. It weighed her down, and she was tired of feeling like she was carrying a tonne of bricks. So, she decided Saturday was the day. She was going to visit Ropa and spill the beans.
“Mom, may I please go visit Ropa? She is my friend and lives just around the corner, on 22nd Avenue.”
“That’s fine, Sphe. Can you ask her mother to call me once you arrive?”
“I will. Thanks, Mom,” she said, dashing for the door.
She stood at Ropa’s gate. Worried about her decision to show up at her friend’s house unannounced on a Saturday afternoon, she hesitated to knock on the gate.
“It’s the weekend. People have things to do, Sphe. What if they have family over or they are out shopping? What if she has her other friends over? It will get awkward. Coming here was a bad idea.”
“Hi, are you ok?”
Sphe was startled. She had not noticed the woman sitting on the outdoor bench.
“Hi, I am sorry. I am here to see Ropa. My name is Siphesihle; we go to school together. We are friends,” she mumbled the last sentence.
“The famous Siphesihle, come on in. I am Ropa’s mother. It’s nice to meet you, Sphe,” Ropa’s Mom said whilst opening the gate to let her in. “Come this way; Ropa is in her room.”
Their house was gorgeous. The decor was modern. Ropa’s mother seemed to like earth tones, as the decor was different shades of brown with a touch of green. The closer they got to Ropa’s bedroom, the more scared she became. She felt suffocated and wanted to run out of the house and never come back. But she stayed.
“Ropa, you have a visitor!”
She heard Ropa shuffling to get on her feet. She opened the door and was shocked to see Siphesihle standing beside her mother.
“Oh my! Sphe, what are you doing here?” she said, pulling her into the room.
“You girls have fun. Ropa, there are snacks in the kitchen if you need any,” Ropa’s Mom said whilst closing the door and walking away.
Sphe found a spot on the bed to make herself comfortable. Ropa’s room was messy and clean at the same time. It didn’t smell dirty, but nothing was where it was supposed to be either. It made Sphe want to clean up and put things in order. She could tell Ropa was trying to fix things up.
“My Mom seems to be loosening up. She even suggested a sleepover one of the weekends. I guess things do change,” Sphe said to break the silence.
“Well, that is a big change. I am excited. Would your Mom let you go to the mall for a movie with me? It’s the only way we can hang with the boys.”
“I don’t know and don’t want to push too hard. One step at a time,” Sphe said, laughing shyly. “Ropa, I need to talk to you.”
Her stomach turned.
“What’s going on?” Ropa asked.
“We have been friends for a long time, and I love you, but you are mean to me, and I do not like that. You always remind me that I am not pretty. You call me a baby elephant. It breaks my heart, and it makes me angry. It is very unkind of you to do that to me. You are supposed to be my friend. The more it happens, the closer I get to disliking you. When you got your period, I celebrated with you, but when mine came, you took the chance to tell me that it didn’t mean much. It was cruel of you to do that to me. Why do you do that?”
Ropa stood in front of Sphe with a blank face. Sphe wasn’t sure what to do. She had unloaded all this onto her friend and turned her into a zombie.
“Sphe, I am sorry.”
Silence filled the room again. Ropa moved and sat next to Sphe, playing with her hands.
“I am only mean to you because I like you. And I didn’t want to lose you. I wanted you to believe no one else liked you so our friendship would be safe. I didn’t want to share you with anyone because…”
Siphesihle turned to look at Ropa.
“Because?”
As Sphe waited for a response, Ropa turned to her and kissed her lips. Sphe was shocked. Ropa finally pulled away.
“I have known that Mandla likes you, and I knew that would take you away from me because I like you, not just as a friend. So I lied to him and you. I wanted to keep you to myself. It’s horrible, I know, and I am sorry.”
“What just happened?”
