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Ada's Dreams; A Short Story by petesunday : .: stories Love Stories 

Throughout her time in New York, Ada
never forgot the guy that had kissed her at
the party. She could still remember his
well sculptured face and his haunting
eyes; piercing eyes that seemed to have
their own touch. How could she forget
such a person? How could she forget such
a kiss? It didn’t seem real; it was like
something that happens when someone is
under a spell. The more she tried to erase
him from her memory, the more she kept
remembering him. Yet, she wondered
what is so special about someone she
happened to meet on board a plane and
became acquainted with. Well, what was
special was that she had allowed him kiss
her on a first date. Just a brief encounter
and the effect still lingered on like the
after smell of a strong fragrance. But when
she remembered how it felt when he
gazed upon her, his delicious lips exploring
her expectant mouth, she knew why.
Maybe she was just being over reactive; a
product of some hormones that might
have been dormant for a long time, but
now were suddenly being excessively
secreted. Yes! It has to be chemical. She
had not been intimate with any man for a
long time since her break up with Bayo.
Maybe it was natural to be reacting to an
association with the opposite s-x the way
she was doing now, considering that she
had been out of touch for a long time.
Though she knew this was not a viable
explanation for what was happening to
her, it served as a kind of assurance that
she was still normal and nothing strange
was happening. Perhaps he had seduced
her. The food was nice, she could
remember, but the wine had tasted even
better. The wine had made her drunk but
it was his eyes that had made her weak
and susceptible to his charms.
They had eaten in silence. She was afraid
she would say the wrong thing. After the
meal, he had stood up and eyed her with
a mischievous grin.
Shall we dance?” He requested
She had offered a weak resistance initially
but he had persuaded her. He had led her
to the dance floor while she followed like
a sheep. They had danced slowly, close to
each other, feeling the rhythm of each
other’s heart. She had inhaled the
fragrance from his body; sweet like the
scent of roses. She had felt comfortable
having him close, so close she could feel
his breathe. Then he had shattered the
blissful silence with the prodding
statement;
“Ada, tell me about your life.”
There and then, she had trusted him and
thrown caution to the winds. She had told
him everything about herself; her family,
her education, her past relationships, her
heartbreaks and sweet moments. He had
held her close with her head lying close to
his chest and spoken soothing words into
her ears. With deep, sad eyes, he had
beckoned on her to bare all, to allow him
share in her sorrow and help sooth her
pain. She had trusted him more, deciding
to tell him all. She had told him about the
lowest point in her life, the most painful
heartbreak, the love that had almost killed
her and what had brought her to New
York. She told him about the biggest secret
of her life, she told him about Bayo. He
had listened all through without saying a
word, yet his eyes had spoken louder. His
hands had rocked her like a baby and
consoled her. The memory of sorrow had
brought back pain so intense she had
shuddered. She had clung unto him as if
he was a lifeline. She had held unto her as
if he was there to save her. Then he had
kissed her.
The kiss had been brief at first. He lightly
brushed his lips with hers. Then chemistry
had set in. He had kissed her again as she
felt herself melting into his arms. She had
responded with equal fervour. She had
tasted his lips, then his tongue, and it had
all tasted sweet. She had felt her lines of
defence crumbling. Somewhere at the
bottom of her mind, something reminded
her that she shouldn’t be doing this. But
reason couldn’t prevail at that moment,
not for her and not for him either. As they
kissed, he had put a hand behind her to
support her. They soon broke contact
again as they sought to take breathe. Then
the moment of reason had set in for her.
As he brought his mouth close for a third
kiss, she had mustered the last defence in
her body and resisted. She had held her
finger to his lips and shook her head to
stop him.
“Please stop, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
she said desperately.
The ride back home had been silent. She
had scolded and chided herself for
allowing it to happen. She had promised
herself she would forget about him. She
had not known how wrong she was until
now.
She looked at herself in the mirror and
realized she couldn’t fulfil the promise.
She had to see him one more time. She
picked her wallet and brought out his
complimentary card. She was going to
surprise him this time.
As she approached his house, she saw his
favourite blue Porsche. But she also
noticed a shiny, black Cadillac, parked
close to his car. Perhaps he had a visitor.
She walked up to the door and rang the
doorbell.
The door was opened and the sight that
met her nearly shattered her heart. She
found herself looking into the face of
young woman around her age, wrapped in
a towel. She was fair, pretty and sexy in a
sophisticated way but she had on a cold,
arrogant smile that made her affluent
background obvious. She looked like
someone that was used to getting what
she wanted.
“Hello, who are you?” the lady asked her
For a while, Ada just stared at her, at the
towel wrapped around her body and the
arrogant look in her eyes. Imaginations
started flashing across her mind. She
finally managed to mutter out something.
“I–I-am Ada. Pl–ease can I see Tunde”
The lady smiled again and eyed her like
one would eye a pestering insect. But she
seemed to be enjoying her discomfort.
“Tunde is in the bathroom. I am Debbie,
his girlfriend, I just moved in yesterday.
You can come in”
Ada felt a tightening growing in her chest
and the urge to cry grew in her. This was
stark reality smacking her hard on the
face.
Ada felt a tightening growing in her chest
and the urge to cry grew in her. This was
stark reality smacking her hard on the
face.
“No– there’s no need. Just tell him I
checked.”
She took one last look at the lady and fled
the house with tears welling in her eyes.
She had come to tell him how she felt
about him, hoping that he would somehow
tell her he felt the same way. But she now
realized that she had never been in his
mind at all. Everything he did or said
around her was just a fling for him.
Probably she was just a break from
boredom; something to keep him occupied
before his gorgeous girlfriend arrived.
How could she have fallen for that? How
could she be so stupid?
She went straight home and sat curled up
on the sofa, trying very hard not to cry.
“Ada!”
She lifted her head and saw him. She
quickly wiped her tears as if she was
embarrassed that he had caught her
crying over him.
“You are all the same. You men are all the
same; to you this is just a game.”
He moved closer.
“I can explain”
She shook her head slowly.
“Well, I knew from the beginning that it
was all fantasy, it was too good to be true.
But I started hoping against all logical
reasoning until I had my heart crushed. I
was so stupid to almost fall into the same
trap, a second time.”
There were tears in her eyes.
“I am sorry.” he moved closer and tried to
hold her. She jerked off his hand.
“Go back to your girlfriend. She is
beautiful, sophisticated and—”
“And I don’t love her!” he yelled.
He held her by the shoulders and looked
into her eyes. His eyes suddenly became
sad. The same eyes she had seen that
night and fallen in love with.
“Ada I don’t love her, I never did. She was
the cross I had to carry all my life.” his
voice became solemn and sad. “I had to
put up with her all these years because of
family pressure. My family couldn’t accept
my marrying any other person but her. But
when I imagined how married life with her
would be, all I saw was hell”
Ada started listening to him and suddenly
she felt sorry for him. He continued.
“When my father fell sick, he made me the
managing director of the family business
and made me promise I would marry
Debbie. I had no choice but to agree. I
didn’t want to break his heart. Life became
gloomy and dull. I took my mind off my
troubles by living a carefree life. Then I
came across the most precious thing I had
ever wanted in my life and everything
changed. I fell in love; I fell in love with
you.”
He was looking directly into her eyes and
the passion in his eyes was glaring. Ada
took a deep breath. It seemed a huge
weight has just been lifted off her. She
looked into his eyes, they were filled with
love. Finally, she was free, from all self-
imposed barriers. She was in love with
him and he was in love with her. That was
all that mattered. With tears in her eyes,
she flew into his arms.
“Oh I love you too, I love you. I was so
scared of releasing my heart, but now it
belongs to you.”
He held her in his arms and rocked her
like a baby. He kissed her lightly on the
forehead and she felt the whole world
fading and all that mattered was that
finally, she was in the hands of her love
and nothing would change that. He kissed
her on the mouth and it seemed she was
alone with him in the whole world and
every other thing was distant. She
snuggled against him, tasting the full
sweetness of his mouth. She didn’t want to
let him go, even for a moment. She didn’t
even want to breathe. But he released her
lips and said to her with his usual
mischeivious smile;
“You make me hungry.”
She winked and replied. “Then eat me.”
She winked and replied. “Then eat me.”
And he did eat her. He turned her body
into a landscape of pleasure. With his
touches, with his kisses, he made her body
quiver and crave for more. Her body was
a canvas and he was the artist. He took
her close to heaven several times and
brought her back. He kissed her
everywhere imaginable. Slowly, patiently,
he explored her body; kneading, kissing,
caressing as she held him closer, her
hunger increasing with every touch. He
was a mathematician and she was his
equation. As his lips roamed towards the
centre of pleasure, she let out a low groan
and pulled her head closer. She wanted to
feel him down there. She longed for his
tongue to connect with her wetness. When
he finally spoke into her core, it was bliss.
He was a musician and she was his
musical instrument. She sang to the tune
their music with her moans. The music he
made with her body was too sweet, she
couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to
possess him as he had posses her. Gently,
deftly, she removed his cloths. Then she
started kissing him all over. He was giddy
with pleasure. When he could take it no
more, he lifted her and proceeded into the
bedroom.
A few minutes later, their bodies united as
they held on to each other in bliss. Their
clothes were on the floor. They tasted the
sweetness of each other’s body as they
made passionate love with utmost
urgency. She felt him in her, so deep it
penetrated into her core. Their
lovemaking was music; it was pleasure, it
was sheer bliss. As she climaxed, he
reached out to her and whispered into her
ear.
“Baby I love you.”
Minutes later, they lay side by side on the
bed, their sated bodies gleaming under
the bedroom light. She snuggled against
him with satisfaction. He kissed her on the
fore head.
“I wish we could be like this forever.” Her
voice penetrated the blissful silence.
“We will be together forever, until death
do us part.”
She looked into his eyes. “What do you
mean?”
He smiled lightly as he played with her
tousled hair.
“Let’s get married.”
She couldn’t say anything. The joy she felt
in her heart was too big for words. She
could only smile and nod her head.
There would be problems, challenges but
together they would overcome them and
show the world that nothing could be
stronger than love. For once in a long time,
she felt a sense of awakening, of
refreshing. As long as their love remained
strong they would sail through the storm.
He slept in her house that day. The
following morning, he held her hand and
led her out of the house.
“Where are we going?”
“We are going to my family to introduce
you.”
“As what?”
“As my fiancée”
She laughed for the joy in her heart was
abundant. He laughed too, for he had
finally found the most precious thing he
had ever wanted. This time nothing would
come in between him and his love, not his
background, not even family sentiments,
for their love was beyond sentiments.
The End

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ebonystory
2018-02-06 21:27:25
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De joker  (m)

You try but this is not how I want it to end

2018-02-17 19:29:51
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