The pain of joy (Part 1 of 2)

“I don’t know why we’re doing this,” whispered Tim as Monica shut the window behind him. “Trust me, there’s no other way,” Monica replied as she sunk her face into Tim’s chest. The rain was pounding, the lights were out and Monica was home alone. Tim got off his wet clothes and sat on the edge of the bed uneasily shifting looks between the door and window.

Tim was not your typical college student. He was always at the top of his class and was actively involved in drama and music. His definition of a fun weekend involved catching up with anime and smoking js in his room. Monica was the complete opposite. She had joined college courtesy of her father’s position in the board and had barely mastered her timetable three semesters into college.

They had met in a drama class. Tim was a playwright and Monica was an aspiring actress. She saw Tim’s play, “The Faithful Mistress” as the perfect opportunity to kickstart her acting career. She landed the role of the lead actress, Dana; a housewife who was married to a rich businessman. Dana was a mother and faced a lot of torment in her marriage. Her husband was possessive and abusive. She found comfort in drinking and partying.

Depression is psychological
Depression is psychological

On one of her nights out, she met a man and after striking a rapport, they went to his place and well, as they say, the rest is history. Monica could see Dana in her mother. Her father was barely around and her mother would always find a reason to go out and return in the wee hours of the morning smelling of cheap condoms and stuffy covers. She always thought to herself, “At least she’s using protection.”

She befriended Tim to better acquaint herself with the role. Tim on the other hand, came from a single home and knew the struggle of being raised by a dad who did nothing much when it came to his kid’s affairs. In their rehearsals, Tim and Monica eventually became comfortable with each other and started sharing stories about their childhood.

Despite coming from different backgrounds, they found equilibrium in their struggles. Both of them wanted someone they could call their own. Loneliness had brought two people together. It started out with sporadic lunch dates which gradually become everyday lunch dates.

As Tim sat on Monica’s bed waiting for her to hand him a t-shirt, he thought of how he’d admired Monica months before she auditioned for his play. This was a dream to him. He was sitting on her bed in his boxers and she was bending over the dresser in a dress that could barely hide the cusp of her butt. In his mind he was already thinking of all possible scenarios but his body was scared stiff.

He reached out to his trousers and pulled out a joint. He looked up to Monica and she smiled back as she tossed a t-shirt to him. He lit the joint and took a long puff as he gestured to Monica to take one. She gladly obliged and after a few hits, they were giggling and suddenly everything was less tense.

Monica reached over Tim’s lap to pull the cover. She looked up to him and their eyes locked. She could see the desire in his eyes and he could see the passion in hers. He pulled her over and had her rest on his lap. He held her by the back of her neck and pulled her closer. He could feel her warm breath as their lips interlocked.

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Her heart was beating in synchrony with his. Monica could barely utter a word. Tim laid her on the bed and took off her dress. She saw the awe in his eyes when he first saw her bare caramel skin. It was flawlessly smooth and her perky bosom stared him in the face. The whole world was literally in front of his eyes. He could finally have his cake and eat it.

He planted his lips on her neck and she arched her back. Her body was tense and had goosebumps all over. His kisses gradually lowered over her breast and she dug her nails in his back. “Should I stop?” mumbled Tim. Monica just nodded her head in between heavy breaths encouraging Tim to go on. He gently placed his lips on her navel as she obligingly raised her legs for him to pull off her panties.

“Do you have protection?” asked Tim as he threw the laced panties on the floor. “Didn’t you carry yours? I’m safe anyway, had my periods last week.” replied Monica as she pulled Tim closer. She could feel Tim’s bulge on her crotch and both of them were hot for each other. Tim yanked his boxers and went in. Monica’s moans and the rain competed for decibels and Monica reigned supreme.

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Their bodies were finally one. Two troubled souls had come together and in their misery had found comfort and companionship. Monica wrapped her legs tightly around Tim’s waist not wanting to let an ounce of the moment go to waste. They both reached their climax and Tim lay lifeless on the bed with every bit of energy drained out of him.

Monica rested her head on his chest and none of them uttered a word. She held against him as he ran his fingers through her hair as if to assure her he was there to stay. The room was getting a bit chilly so he pulled the cover over her and after staring at the ceiling for sustained periods, they both fell asleep to the background sound of the pounding rain.

“Monica! Monica! What the hell is this?” belted out her father as his imposing figure filled the frame of the door. “I leave for one week and you’re lying naked with a random kid? Just give me a few minutes and we’ll see if this will ever happen again!” he barked as he shut the door behind him.

Tim was scared stiff and was struggling to collect his thoughts and figure out where his clothes were. He could hear Monica’s father rummaging through some drawers. He quickly grabbed one of Monica’s sweat pants and pulled a t-shirt from the dresser.

“You’ll know to mess with my daughter,” shouted Monica’s father as he barged into the room holding a gun.

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