Written by Nobuhle Nyoni
PART 4
Friday after school, Ropa arrived at Sphe’s house with her mother. Their mothers talked in the lounge over some wine for over an hour. Sphe was surprised her mother was making friends again. But it made her happy because she always felt her mother needed more than her family. She needed to live and share her wine with someone else. Sphe’s prayers had been answered.
In her room, Ropa felt uncomfortable with how neat Sphe’s room was. She wondered if that was the reason Sphe rejected her. ‘Who wants a slob anyway?’ Ropa thought to herself. I guess that one is my fault.
“Is your room always like this, Sphe?” Ropa asked.
“Yeah. I created space for you in the chest of drawers. You can place your clothes there so you do not have to live out of your bag. The bathroom also has space for your towels, toothbrush and toiletries. If you didn’t bring toiletries, you can use mine,” Sphe replied.
‘I am in love with a girl who has OCD. It is going to be a long weekend. I bet she doesn’t even bring food to her room. Goodness,’ Ropa thought.
Ropa packed her stuff away whilst Sphe put their lunch together. After lunch, they decided to take a nap. It was awkward for Ropa. All she wanted was to cuddle with Sphe. But she had ruined that chance by confessing her love to her. Sphe didn’t make it any easier because she slept so close to her. When they woke up, Sphe was the one cuddling Ropa. It made Ropa want to stay there forever. She liked feeling Sphe’s breath on her neck. Sphe finally woke up and realised she had held Ropa during her sleep.
“Omg, did I hold you at ransom in my sleep? I am sorry.” Sphe said, letting go of Ropa.
“You kept me warm,” Ropa laughed.
Sphe got up to go to the bathroom. When she came back, there were two wrapped boxes on the bed.
“Two boxes? What did you do, Ropa?”
“I am only responsible for one. The second one was here when we woke up. I bet it is from your parents,” Ropa replied.
“Which one is yours?” Sphe asked.
Ropa pointed to the box that contained her gift. Sphe found a friendship bracelet in it. It was gold, and she loved it. She wore it immediately. Ropa had a matching one in silver. They swore never to take them off. She opened the second box, and in it was an iPhone. She let out a scream. She ran out of the room and hugged her mother so tightly. She asked for a phone at thirteen, and her father was not for it. One year later, she had one of the latest iPhones.
Her father walked in as she thanked her mother. She ran to him, hugged him, and thanked him. She realised that was the first time they had hugged. It moved her father more than she imagined. He kissed her forehead and told her to be responsible with the phone. For the first time, he didn’t mention how expensive it was. She went back to the room and found Ropa scrolling on her phone.
She set her phone up and lay next to Ropa. Her first message was to Ropa, and they laughed about that. It made Ropa feel special that she chose to message her first and not Mandla. Two hours passed as they scrolled on their phones, sharing tweets and laughing. Sphe’s mother brought pizza and milkshakes for them. Sphe put a throw down so they could sit on the floor and watch a movie as they ate supper.
When Sphe’s mother brought dessert, they had moved on to putting a puzzle together. It was a 100-piece puzzle, and they were determined to finish it. In the background, they played some music to keep them going. Halfway through the puzzle, they gave up and decided to try creating some TikToks. An hour and a half later, they both felt exhausted from cramming dance moves. They retired into bed, and Sphe lay on Ropa’s shoulder. They talked about stars, the future and school until they fell asleep.
Saturday morning, they got ready for the spa. They were to get some massages, manicures and pedicures. It was a new experience for both of them, and they enjoyed it. They were treated to brunch by both their moms. It was like a mother-daughter brunch. After brunch, they headed home, but Sphe’s mother and father left. They were home alone. They took a break from each other by getting on their phones.
Sphe caught up with her boyfriend whilst Ropa scrolled through various apps. Sphe then decided she wanted to take a shower. She felt like the many chemicals from the spa were all over her.
“I am going to take a shower. Are you coming?” Sphe asked.
“Uhm, sure,” Ropa hesitated.
Ropa knew it was a bad idea because the last time they shared a shower, all she wanted to do was kiss Sphe. She thought Sphe was gorgeous. She hopped into the shower after Sphe. As she reached for her towel, she accidentally brushed Sphe’s nipple.
“Oh my God, why did that make my vagina tingle? No, this can’t be happening to me right now.”
She shook it off and kept the conversation going. Ropa asked her to wash her back.
“It is just her back; don’t overthink it, Sphe.”
Ropa returned the favour. The problem was that Sphe’s back was sensitive to touch. With every rub, she was getting aroused. She cut off the wash with a thank you because she couldn’t take it anymore. As she rinsed the soap off, they stood face-to-face. Neither of them spoke. They just moved into each other and kissed. Neither of them had ever tongue-kissed, but they found themselves kissing passionately. They stopped, looked at each other and smiled.
“Uhm, you are a good kisser,” Ropa said.
“Can’t believe you are my first tongue kiss,” Sphe said, smiling.
‘So her boyfriend hasn’t tried? Interesting.’
They turned the water off, stepped out and dried their bodies off. There was silence as they moisturised their bodies. But Sphe was still thinking about kissing Ropa. She wanted to. As if the cries from Sphe’s body were loud, Ropa brushed Sphe’s face, and that was all she needed. They kissed. Ropa slowly laid Sphe down on the bed, leading the way.
Before touching her body, she looked at Sphe and said, “Can I?”
Sphe nodded her head. Ropa cupped Sphe’s boob and lowered herself so she could lick her nipple. Sphe gasped; it sent waves to her vagina, and she couldn’t believe the feeling. Sphe’s hands travelled up and down Ropa’s back, but she felt bad because she thought she was not doing enough.
She remembered how good it felt when she touched herself. So she took her hand and put it between their bodies so she could reach for Ropa’s coochie. When she touched it, it felt so wet. She gently rubbed it, and Ropa moaned Sphe’s name. Sphe’s mind travelled between guilt and pleasure.
“Do you want to try me sitting on you?” Ropa asked.
“Yeah,” Sphe said shyly.
“She has been watching porn. Why did I think I was the only one doing this? How else would she know all this if she wasn’t?”
They found their position, and together, they slowly rocked back and forth. Their wetness made the glide smooth. They had masturbated, but the pleasure from bumping their coochies was different. They looked into each other’s eyes as the tension rose between them. Ropa leaned in to kiss Sphe. They got wetter, with Sphe holding onto Ropa’s ass, directing their rhythm. Their waists wound into each other, their moans soft and in each other’s ears.
“I think…” Ropa couldn’t finish her sentence.
“Me…” Sphe failed to finish hers too.
They reached the climax, one after the other. Their moans got louder, forgetting they may not be alone anymore. Ropa didn’t move. Instead, she kissed Sphe’s neck and wound her waist. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They heard the gate open, and Ropa put her hand on Sphe’s mouth and kept going.
The danger excited them even more.
“Sphe,” Ropa whispered as she rocked both of them faster and reached her second orgasm.
Sphe was aroused by the sight of her friend cumming, and it translated into her reaching her second orgasm. She bit into Ropa’s hand. The pleasure was too much.
“I just cheated, and I may be gay. Am I gay?”
