A Meeting of Hearts and Desires
My mother died when I was little, I was about 9, she had pancreas cancer. My dad left when I was about 7 or eight, we never had a close relationship. I remember I would hear them fight every night then I'm the morning I always saw my mother throwing bottles of booze. I was too young to understand what was really going on but as older as I grew, I got to understand more and more of the situation because it wouldn't leave my mind. My father was a drunkard and he fought Mom when he was drunk. Probably beat her up because sometimes I would see mom wearing shades even in doors, she might have been hiding the bruises. When my mother died, I moved in with my aunt, my mother's little sister Marian. She took care of me and loved me like I was her own, well she doesn't have children of her own. My father tried to get back at my life when I was a teenager, but it didn't really work out. He disappeared again until last year. He had been mailing me, but I would just tear the letters up without reading them. I heard he also got married. Today I will be seeing him for the first time since the last time I saw him when I was a teenager. He is a director at Harvard. If it were up to me, I wouldn't be here but because I love Nairobi I have to. I took a deep breath before knocking on his door.
"Come in" he said on the other side.
This is it; I took another deep breath then opened the door. You should have seen his face when he saw me, he was beyond shocked. He even got up from his chair and I could tell he wanted to hug me so bad, but he was scared to do it, Afterall he didn't know why I was there. He was happy to see me.
Dad: son.... My son...
He said with a breaking voice, he was at the verge of crying, his eyes were welling up too.
Dad: James is this really you?
I didn't say anything, I had my hands in my pockets looking at him, the man who abused his wife and turned his back on his son.
Dad: I'm... I'm so happy to see you boy...
He took a handkerchief in his pocket and wiped his tears, but they kept on flowing down, his hands were even shaking.
Dad: God I don't believe this... Oh my God... He is here! My son is here... Oh Lord thank you...
He reached for jug of water and poured on the glass. He couldn't even hold the glass properly to his mouth, some of the water even spilled on the documents on his desk.
Dad: oh God this is unbelievable... Come on let's sit down...
I pulled the chair and sat down and do did he.
Me: nice office....
It really was something, four walls of glass and very spacious. Well furniture and the temperature were also pleasing.
Me: I see you have turned religious too... "oh God" "oh Lord"
I mimicked him.
Dad: it hasn't been easy son... Yes, I have achieved everything I ever wished for, but I have always felt empty inside.
Me: that's what happens when you turn your back on your family Miguel.
Dad: if I could turn back the hands of time... I would son. I was a terrible man to my family and I'm not proud of that... It haunts me every day of my life.... I want to make amends son if you could just give me a chance... That's why you're here right?
Seeing him infuriated me, his words to me sounded so cliché. I didn't want to believe him; I couldn't believe him. He said he wanted to be part of my life, but he still disappeared on me.
Me: I don't know why I'm here...
I got off the chair to leave but he stopped me.
Dad: James! Please... Let's talk son.
I was there for Nairobi; she and her dreams meant a lot to me. So, I sat down but my heart wouldn't succumb to his pretty words.
Me: I'm just here to take care of business... I need a Favor.
He leaned back on his chair.
Me: my girlfriend... She got in here, but Uhm she doesn't have a sponsor... It's too late to apply for scholarship so I was wondering if maybe you could help.
Dad: she really means a lot to you Huh?
Me: she's amazing.
Dad: I will talk to Mrs. Jacobs from financial office, and we'll see what happens.
Me: I'd appreciate it.
I got up from my chair and left.
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Nairobi
James called me to his house, I felt kind about going to his house again after what happened. When I walked in, I could still see him on the sofa with the girl. He must have realized that I was a bit off, he held my hand and sat me down.
Him: what is going on? I thought you would be happy now that I'm father is onto helping you.
Me: I am... I'm over the moon even. Tickled.
Him: you don't look tickled to me...
Me: J... It's just I can't get over what I saw here.
Him: come on girl I thought we were past that.
I sighed.
Me: it's still early days...
He looked down and sighed.
Me: I have forgiven you but that doesn't mean I have forgotten... It will take a while.
He sighed and leaned back on the sofa.
Him: what should I do to make it easy for you?
Me: honestly nothing can ever make up for what you did... Only time will make me feel better.
Him: so, you want out for a little while?
Me: That won't be necessary... I love you so much.
Him: I love you more...
He leaned over for a kiss, and I met him halfway. The kiss was slow but full of passion. He pushed me down with his body. I wasn't going to make out with him on the same spot I caught him fucking with another girl.
I broke the kiss and pushed him up.
Me: no, not here...
He pulled me by my hand, and we ran to his bedroom. There is nothing I like more than when he Crip me tight to his body and kiss me. I was already drunk in lust. He was moving his front bottom against mine and it really sent me to the edge. I was really feeling him, and I mean that literally. I felt his penis already poking on my groin area. He moved his lips from mine down to my neck. I liked how ticklish his touch played on my neck. I moaned as he smooched me. I moved my hands under his shirt and stroked his back. His groans confirmed that he liked it, he took off my shirt and pulled down my track shorts. He then threw me on the bed and followed me. I took off his shirt too and he helped with his jeans. He moved to my breasts and sucked them while I rubbed his balls. I was already wet, and I wanted him so bad, so I didn't see any need for him to go any further with foreplay.
Me: come on, give it me...
I whispered in his ear. He lowered his briefs and inserted himself.
Me: oh fuck!
He stroked slower then increased the pace. He had both my legs pinned to the sides of my head. He really likes it like that. He went on for a while then he gave me a chance to change the position. I flipped over into a doggy style. I enjoy it more than missionary. And I also like it when he spanks my Ass my hair.
Me: come on spank me.
He spanked me few times.
Me: yes. Yes. Yes. I like it like that... Give me more...
He pulled my hair and twirled it around his hand and pumped the hell out of me. My moans might have been too loud because they invited his aunt to his room. There was an aggressive knock on the door.
"James in my house really!!!?" she said on the other side of the door. I could sense the annoyance and irritation on her voice.
James got off me to dress up and I had no choice to dress up too. Before we even know it, the door opened, and she stood on the door looking at us.