A Day dream in June.

Hey J...I don't.
I can't.
I can't learn how.


Three months ago this soulless message effectively ended our friendship with its attached benefits. It wasn't painful. Regardless of how abrupt it seemed. When the going was good we fucked. Hard. Each other and other people.

I know as well as you that no good thing lasts forever. I wasn't shocked when she became more aware of her emotions and inclined to act on them. I didn't follow. All I knew, all I had was all I gave. Sex. Strike that. Great sex.

She picked fights unnecessarily but I didn't roll up my sleeve. I had no boxing gloves. Only Lovers have those and we weren't lovers. I wasn't determined to change that. Whenever she claimed I hurt her she would leave the bed and seat on the plastic chair by the window. I'd watch her vent wondering when she would be ready for the next round. She never tired of talking. I wondered sometimes why I kept her. Her naked body connived always with her long legs to provide an irresistible answer.

To shut her mouth I would walk to her as she sat there by the window. Staring deep into her eyes I'd drop on my knees before her thighs and dig in tongue first. Righting all my wrong with every stroke of my tongue.

So she chose a text message to ask me this for the last time. In person, she knew I'd just drop to my knees and suck her rationality away. She did her math and her homework well. I will give her that.

My phone beeped and I swiped open the message.


I want a relationship.
Love.
Do you? Can you?
We could learn together.


I didn't want to keep her waiting. What use is delaying response for a question you knew the answer even before it was asked. I replied her immediately.


Hey J...I don't.
I can't.
I can't learn how.

***

It was 3 months ago. Several night stands. Flings and several homecoming after. She's here this cold Sunday morning at my door.
Her long legs aglow. Maybe because her short gown is black or my room is dark. I didn't care. I just needed a distraction from those legs.

She dropped her bag and sat on the bed. I took my place on the plastic chair, facing the window and table with my back. I held her gaze for a moment. Then left for the bathroom to take a leak. On coming back out, I asked,

'Why are you here June? You know I can't love you.'

She conjured up a rather childlike frown.

 'But why?!.

I sighed and sat down.

'I told you before. Don't reopen this discuss.'

'You never said why!'
she fired back, rather determined to take me down that path.

I tried to explain to her as I often did, secretly hoping she'd be provoked and storm out the door.

'June, You can take selfie with a low grade camera phone and edit the picture to your taste. But you can't ever no matter how skilled you are, take a selfie with a phone with no camera. It just lacks the capacity.'

'What are you saying?'

'I don't enjoy seeing you miserable. The phone without a camera doesn't enjoy it's owners inability to snap a selfie with it but there's nothing it can do. The owner knew it had no camera and still bought it. No point fussing over pictures. If he so desires a selfie, dump the poor phone and go get phones that can give what he wants. And this you did already, June. I wonder why you're here.'

She examined me from head to toe with the faintest hint of laughter in her eyes. She smiled that sly way that always told me she just blindsided me.

'Why are you here June?'

She looked at me, feigning mild shock at my bluntness and sudden realization.

'You have a boyfriend now. The one who loves you. You do have love.'

I paused here, running my eyes across her tall beautifully curved body. God! This girl was built for sex. No, for sex with me.  I wonder why she's confining herself to Society's expectations of a lady - to keep a committed relationship/ boyfriend. She's never going to be happy with just a man. My suspicion grew.

'Why are you here?'

She looked at me and her eyes said so many things at once.  I missed you. I just wanted to check on you. Aren't you happy to see me? I mean no harm.

June's eyes were never ambiguous. Their message was always clear. Crystal. She's hiding something.

You're talking bullshit, my eyes told her. Tell me the truth or forget it. 

She broke our stare. And lay across the bed.

'What!?'

'Truth.' I said.

I felt something scratching at my right toe. A cock roach I thought. Startled but calm, I turned slowly to my right and moved to kill the insect. It was no insect. Her fingers were scratching on my toes.

She chuckled at my alarm. Her hand crawled up my leg, two fingers leading. The sensation was all too familiar. The destination I knew. I ignored the boner budding in my loins and stopped her before she breached my boxer shorts. I stared back into her eyes.

Truth or nothing. 

Nothing to tell. She shrugged.

Fine.

I turned to my table. Flipped open a book. Brought out my ear piece. Opened my music player and touched Kevin Little's Turn me on.

I began to drift into the academic bliss offered by the text book on the table.

My music stopped.

She turned it off from my phone lying on the table. She took the ear piece off my ears and stood still, looking down. Straight, into my eyes.

'So you'd indulge your ego and ignore me unless I say it?'

'Say the truth. That's all'

'Hmmm... Fine. I'm not here for love.'

'Hahahahaha! I knew it!'

'That's it. I said it.'

'June... Say why you're here.'

'Do I have to?'

'Oh yes. I mean, left to me I wouldn't mind but you have to do it for my ego.' I said in mockery.


'He's loving and romantic. But he just doesn't love- fvck like you.'

She said this reluctantly. Drawing out every word and surprisingly blushing as she did.

'Oh?'

'Haven't I been humiliated enough for your stupid ego?'

'Oh well. Makes no difference. That was half the truth.'

'What?'

'You know I'm right.'

'Fine! He's a 2 minute man joorh. Dude goes 3 rounds and all three together is not up to 20minutes. Just keeps getting hard and leaking before you know it.'

'And the others?'

She glanced at me startled.

I know her too well. She may be in love but I know she would still keep other boys -especially as the true love lacked stamina.

She must have seen there was no saving her pride at this point. Her a voice laden with loathe, she dragged the words out.

'The others are... just wannabes. It's like they all hit around the nail. Only time that nail ever got hit was three months ago. With you. Here. Satisfied now? egotistical bastard.'

'Whatever you call me baby, so long as you calling.'

I mocked her as my fingers traced a path up her thighs into her gown.

Down came her pant.

I stood up and she sat on my seat. Slowly I knelt before her, holding her gaze as I went down.

The tiny needles of sun ray that pierced the window made pink golden in her crotch.

'June?'

 I called out as my lips moved  closer to the pink ones between her thighs.

'You wanna eat your cake and have it. You want to be in love and still have fun.  He's your love, I'm fun. The others in between don't matter. You will have to choose. Love always demands this. One day you'd have to.'

She grabbed my head and buried it between her legs. Moaning in between as my tongue hit her mound.

'You talk too much. Let that day come. For now I just want to come home.'


I woke up.


The boner was roasting my thighs beneath my shorts. I rolled over with slight difficulty. My Todger was stiff and near explosion. Poking at my boxers making a mini Tower as I lay on my back. I was flustered with embarrassment.


Across the room, my brother had a hot plate of soup in front of him. He greeted.

'Good morning bros. Wake up go eat your pepper soup before e cold oh.'

'Wow!!! When you cook am?'

'No be me cook am o. Na one of our neighbors upstairs na run am.'

'Which of them?'

'June.'

My muscles stiffened. I panicked and freaked out.

'Guy I no dey chop snail. I'm not eating her snail. Not now, not ever. Not in my dreams not in reality!!! Never! Noooooo!'

I screamed. But.

I heard my voice fade into space. Light streamed into my eyes harshly. I shielded my eyes with my palm until they readjusted to the light.

A busty brunette stood in front me fully dressed.

'Can I have your question paper Mr?' she requested.

I nodded. I looked around stretching my hands. I was in the midst of familiar faces. My course mates seating two persons per bench. It was an exam hall. I must have dozed off with my head on the desk.

The climatology lecturer gave us three hours but I was through in twenty minutes yet i wasn't allowed to submit and go. According to the invigilators I must wait for one hour before submitting.

I must have slept off.

I thanked God in my heart. It was just a dream. I gave my answer sheet and question paper to the lady and walked to the front of the class to pick my bag.

I almost made my way out of the class when a forestry and wildlife professor walked in and informed the lady that he had selected the snails she requested for. He was leaving and wanted her to come pick it up.

I was the only student in front of the class. She begged me to follow the professor, get the snail and take it to a lady at the departmental office.

I obliged. Before I left I asked her the lady's name.

"Julie. Just ask of miss Julie and tell her the snail belongs to Miss June."

"MA!?"

I. Hoped I. Heard wrong.

"Take the snail to the department office. Give it to miss Julie. Tell her I said she should keep the snail for Miss June."

Cold sweat broke all over me. My forehead. My arm pits. My arms. My legs. Trickled down my chest, wetting my under shirt. Down to my underpants. Feeling cold and moist around my septum.

My legs grew weak. and gave way.
I hit the ground, unconscious.

Thud.


End.