Sexcapade Of Natasha – 30
By Emdee David
Cynthia is four weeks pregnant; that she has been able to ascertain. What remains a doubt to her is who owns it. Vera had told her it wasn’t possible for a woman not to know who impregnated her, even if she was raped. But then, Cynthia has decided that it doesn’t matter who has the spermatozoon that won the race into her ovary, she is pitching her tent with Ken; one, out of pity for what Natasha had done to him, and two, he seems better than her fiancé, Andy. And while she struggles with this decision, Ken has made up his mind that, if Cynthia would agree, he wants to marry her. So they meet at Ken’s new apartment.
“I think the condom broke,” says Cynthia to Ken who is eating a plate of rice she had prepared.
“What? What does that mean?” Ken’s countenance changes immediately.
“It means I am pregnant.”
“Of what?”
“ A baby.”
“For?” Ken seems mad. He stops eating, the spoon falls on the floor. Cynthia gets scared.
“Sorry, forget it.” She says, and immediately resolving never to keep the pregnancy. She would call Vera later and she would do the needful. It is not her first time. Then when she recovers, she would become heartless to this man who claims he enjoys her company but only enjoying her availability. She would “chop” his money, sleep with him and then marry Andy. Ken would be a double loser, she swears.
“Better,” Ken orders, harshly. “Now, get up…get up I say.” Ken himself is already on his feet. Cynthia jumps up from the bed, more scared. She moves towards the door. Ken pulls her inside and makes her stand by the dining table. “Who do you even think I am? A fool?”
“Ken, what’s the meaning of all this?” Cynthia finds her voice. “Just yesterday you were running around the whole city desperately seeking my attention. Now, I come to you and you behaving like an animal…who do you think you are?”
“Oh, Cynthia. You are shouting at me?” Ken giggles. “You said what’s the meaning of this? You say who do I think I am? Wait, I will show you.” He goes into the wardrobe and finds what he has kept for a day like this. Cynthia picks her bag and runs towards the door, pulls the knob, but finds it locked. She starts to cry, begging him to let her go.
“You can’t run from me,” says Ken.
“Please, Ken, I am so sorry. Let me go, please.” Cynthia is crying.
“You think I am a fool, huh? I should let you go?” he comes to her at the door, his hands at the back. Cynthia raises her hand in defence as Ken reaches her. She waits for the worst, whatever it would be. But if she survives and leaves this room, then she would have no reason to be back there.
Ken stares at her for a suspense-filled minute with a fiery look. Then he goes down on his knees, holding her two hands. He brings out an engagement and wedding ring wrapped in cotton wool. Cynthia is stunned as she observes Ken is in tears.
“Marry me,” Ken says.
SILENCE
Cynthia is dumbfounded.
“I want you to live with me. Be my wife. Will you?” Ken says lovingly. Cynthia turns her eyes away. Her tears increase. Then her bag drops on the floor.
“Will you, please? I will take care of you, and the baby.”
Cynthia turns to face him. She then stares at the rings, wondering if this is real.
“I am waiting, my darling.”
Cynthia keeps mute. Ken bows his face down, staring at her feet. He feels his tactic has misfired, but he waits a bit. Then he feels Cynthia’s right hand escaping his grab. He feels bad the more. His face remains bowed.
“I am really sorry,” he says loosening his grip on the remaining left hand. He keeps staring at her well-manicured feet. Then her red pants drops to her feet, covering the pedicure Ken has been staring at. Ken lifts up his eyes. He sees Cynthia’s breasts already out, hanging on her top, the bra barely holding them. Her nipples are very visible. Ken’s eyes widened, his mouth agape.
She helps him up on his feet.
“Take me”, she says sensually.
Ken carries her off her feet and goes towards the bed. Before dropping her on it, he smiles, kisses her and stares at the dark nipples.
“Is that a ‘yes’”? He whispers.
“I am all yours,” she says.
Ken drops her on the bed and begins to suck her breasts while gradually removing all that cover Cynthia’s body. Cynthia gets seated and makes Ken to sit facing her. Their legs clog together and Ken gets harder. Cynthia pulls his waist closer to her and guides Ken’s manhood into her well sated vagina. They copulate, spending longer time than they had ever done.
Ken asks her to move in with him, and she agrees.
