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When they come in between you

“I’m not sure this is working out,” said Turner as Shirley sat on the sofa with her face buried in her hands. He walked out of the door with tears in his eyes knowing it was either him or her. Turner and Shirley had been dating for two years but their relationship had hit a rocky patch and despite everything they tried, things always seemed to get worse.

They met in their final year of college and instantly took to liking each other. Tim was mango; soft on the outside but rough on the inside. He was always calm on normal occasions but he would occasionally let the rough side come out.

Shirley on the other hand was a free spirit. A very decent lady who was easy to get along with. She did her best to make everyone happy and was everyone’s favourite. Their friendship was based on the fact that both of them came from low points in their lives and found comfort in putting a smile on each other’s faces.

Their friendship grew over the course of time and so did their trust in each other. At first, it was nothing more than mutual concern for each other’s wellbeing. Shirley was concerned that Turner had was too aloof with his emotions and barely let anyone get past the basics of knowing him. She was concerned that he was suffering in silence and it was affecting his social life.

Turner on the other hand was interested in Shirley because he felt she was not fulfilling her full potential. She was always doing her best not to offend anyone and in the end she would end up getting hurt. He had seen this before and had been on the opposite end of the spectrum. He knew what it felt like to hurt someone and see their life spiral out of control.

In Shirley, he saw a lady that would take him to heights he had not experienced before. She was calm, focused, beautiful and made him appreciate the little things in life. She had been through a lot in her life but you couldn’t tell from the smile she always showed the world. Turner saw the smile and all the possibilities that were behind that smile.

Shirley liked Turner for who he was. He was a bit younger than her but they found comfort in each other. Over time, they grew closer and all those hugs and laughter turned to a kiss goodbye and sharing of great moments together. Things were taking their course and you could tell these two were meant to be together.

Both valued their privacy and kept their exploits under wraps. They didn’t want anyone to know what they were up to and kept their secret between them. Things were going well for the two and there was nothing but love between them. For a while, nothing could go wrong because it was always what they meant to each other that mattered.

After graduating college, they both found themselves in different industries. Turner found himself in the media industry and Shirley was in the marketing field. These were environments they had not been exposed to in their lives. They were both on field assignment and this meant they had to spend time apart.

The distance didn’t make much difference in the beginning because they would always yearn for each other. Their romance grew as they would be happy to see each other and would tear the place apart. Time was beginning to bring some distance between them though. Turner was always working late and would not find adequate time to spend with Shirley.

Shirley didn’t find any problem in him not being around and always did her best to make herself available. At work, Turner was having a hard time at all the staff parties keeping to himself to avoid putting himself in a precarious situation. He would stay up late, barely drink and head home. He kept this up for a while but he finally caved in.

He would go out with his colleagues on a regular basis and found comfort in his assignment partner, Mish. She was in a relationship with a business man who was barely around. She would confide in Turner and tell him about her love life. Turner would listen to her and they found themselves spending more time together.

Whenever they worked late, they would have a glass or two of scotch before heading home. One night, Mish was very uneasy. She kept on checking her phone and was absent minded. “What’s up today?” asked Turner as he handed her a glass of scotch. “It’s nothing.” She replied still looking at her phone. “Come on. It’s me. You know you can tell me anything.” He said as she put her phone aside.

“Well, it’s my wedding anniversary and my husband hasn’t even sent me a message,” she replied as tears rolled down her cheeks. Turner sat on her desk facing and placed his glass on her desk. “Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be back,” he said with a smile. He ran out of the office and came back with a gift in his hand.

“Happy anniversary!” She took the unexpected gift and her eyes were filled with tears. “When did you get this?” she asked amid sobs. “I listen,” he replied as he embraced her. They spent the night drinking and headed home at almost dawn.

Turner walked into the house and Shirley was waiting for him. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick? Couldn’t you even have called?” Turner couldn’t explain the fact that he had spent the night out with someone’s wife on her anniversary while his girlfriend spent the night worrying about him.

That was the beginning of their problems. Mish would call Turner anytime she felt lonely and he would heed her call. His actions made him and Shirley drift apart. Suddenly, the fun filled sex escapades were replaced by arguments and mistrust.

Shirley started drifting from Turner and their affection was slowly being washed down the drain. She couldn’t understand how Turner could forget where they came from because of a stranger. Turner on the other hand couldn’t understand how the person he’d opened up to didn’t trust him enough to be on his own.

On the fateful day, Turner was working late and it had skipped his mind that he and Shirley were supposed to have dinner. She called his phone and Mish answered. Shirley felt that Turner had crossed the line and betrayed her. She called a friend over because she needed someone to talk to.

As they sat at the dining table, she started crying. Her friend went over to her and hugged her. As he leaned in looking into her eyes, Turner walked in. He froze and dropped his laptop bag. He picked up his bag, walked past them and went to the bedroom. Shirley’s friend left and she went into the bedroom.

“How could you?” She asked with tears in her eyes. Turner didn’t utter a word as he packed a pair of boxers, socks and a t-shirt in his bag. He was burning with rage but he loved Shirley to much too let it show. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” she shouted following him into the living room. “I’m not sure this is working out,” said Turner as Shirley sat on the sofa with her face buried in her hands. He walked out of the door with tears in his eyes knowing it was either him or her.

 

 

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.