It promised to be the best evening for Lawrence. The girl he spent his full salary on had agreed to visit him that evening. He was hyper-excited. He glided back and forth from the sitting room to the bedroom, arranged and rearranged the bedsheets on the bed, checked the pack of his air freshener to see if it was still working. It was. He picked up his bottle of Isimiyaki perfume and sprayed in the room and diluted it with a touch of Rose. The room smelled nice.
He went back to the sitting room and continued waiting.
Fifteen minutes into the appointed time, yet there was no Lilian. Sixty minutes later, and a shy knock landed on the door. With adrenaline surging through his body and testosterone forcing blood into his third leg, he advanced to the door with the ferocity of a bull.
The heavenly smile of the lily Lilian weakened his feet and increased the size of the bulge.
"I thought you wouldn't come again", he said with a hoarse voice.
"I'm sorry, it rained in my area, and I don't enter the rain for medical reasons."
The excuse didn't matter to Lawrence. He was already feeling some pains around his groin and needed to empty his seeds into the available receptacle.
"Baby come. Let's go in. To za oza room. Oya..."
"No na. Let me sit first. Today is the first day na."
"You won't understand. I've been standing like this since morning when you told me you were coming."
He pointed to his bulge.
And the bulge threatened to burst.
Back and forth they argued, and Lawrence finally carried Lilian from the sitting room to the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and took his mouth close to her mouth for a kiss.
But the girl was not ready.
"What again? It's just a kiss."
"I'm disappointed in you Lawrence. You won't even allow me to sit before doing this to me?"
The words fell on deaf ears.
The charging bull pulled the girl's face close to his, forced open her mouth in a kiss, pulled up his face again and moved his tongue like a snake's across the girl's face.
Still holding her in place, he slid his tongue into the holes of her ears, wiped it once again across her face before finally forcing his tongue into her mouth for the continuation of the kissing.
The girl tried her best to accommodate the onslaught on her senses. She raised her feeble hands to push Lawrence away from her body. The weight of the ravenous beast was more than that of ten Earths put together. She tried but her strength failed her. Woefully.
And she gave in.
The tired girl tried to respond to the kissing, at least to save herself from the accumulating bruises. She turned to face Lawrence whose eyes have already been bloodied by lust. She strained her neck to adjust to the right position to enable the kissing go on comfortably. It would be just a kiss.
And then it happened!
Her back arced through a strange angle. Her eyes rolled through three-sixty degrees. Foam gathered inside her throat and mouth, and her teeth clenched tight like a welder's clamp on a piece of iron, except this time it was Lawrence's tongue that was caught in-between the clench. Lawrence felt it was a playful, romantic grazing of teeth against a tongue. He smiled, welcoming the gesture.
But the grip of teeth on tongue tightened.
And before he could call for help or push the girl away, his tongue left his mouth and rested in the epileptic mouth of the heavenly beautiful Lilian.
And that was Lawrence’s final kiss.