by Damien Dsoul
Tim and Pamela were having cocktail drinks in the bar, both laughing loud enough for Catherine to recognise their voice and she saw that they weren’t alone. There was an older black man with them. Tim sighted his daughter and got up and kissed her, welcoming her to their table. The black man too rose from his seat and Catherine’s Dad made the introduction. He was in his late fifties, his features bore a likeness that resembled the American actor Morgan Freeman, down to his grey bread and his tone of voice. Before even Catherine addressed it, he too mentioned that a lot of foreigners often mistook him for the famed actor and several have even stopped him to ask for his autograph. He wore a Babariga robe with lovely embroidered design patterns. A thick pair of enamel necklace hung around his neck and a similar one on his wrist. His name was Batubi Willaims, and he was a tribal chief and a very important one too. Her Mom asked if she wanted a soda, but Catherine replied that she was going to head down towards the beach and read a little. She said goodbye to the chief and then left them alone.
It was hot outside. She easily found her way towards the beach and saw only a handful of persons there. She passed a lifeguard hut and the man inside told her the place won’t start getting lively until around noon. She got herself a lounge chair and a cabana umbrella and laid under its shade and opened her novel to read, hanging her sunglasses over her head. A strong wind blew towards her persistently, ruffling the pages of her book along with her hair. At one time she searched inside her pocket and was rewarded by the sight of a rubber band which she tied her hair together with then returned to her book once more. Ahead of her the blue waters of the sea kept splashing on the surf sand of the beach. Several people walked past her towards it. Some stopped to stare at her as they head on their way.
Catherine didn’t know what made her look up but when she did, there was the same black man she’d rode the elevator with swimming alongside the current. She returned to her book but her eyes kept returning to watch him swim and get swallowed up by the waves and then break through. Her eyes returned to her book. When she looked up again he was walking out of the water, and surprisingly coming towards her direction. He wore the same pair of shorts as back in the elevator and it clung to his legs as he walked. Catherine didn’t know whether to make like not seeing him and bury her face between her book or say something to him and hope for a response. She shouldn’t be thinking about this - he ignored her after all back in the elevator. He came closer and she made like she didn’t notice him as he walked past her cabana. Catherine counted almost to a minute then turned her head to see what direction he was heading. He stopped at a hut that was a makeshift bar and bought a soda from the vendor then continued to wherever he was heading. Catherine turned back to her book, wondering whatever impulse that made her notice him in the first place. His eyes are too stuck on whatever to notice her after all.
More people were heading down towards the beach. The noises they made were distracting to her and also she was starting to get hungry. Catherine ended her reading minutes later and returned to the resort.
***
Tim and Pamela returned upstairs to their suite. Along the way they talked about the Chief and the conversation they’d shared with him. Tim was a successful real-estate developer and the wealthy Chief had a large mass shoreline real estate of which Tim wanted to turn into a den of condominium and cityscape venture project. The man had wanted to meet with him in person, thus it was that Tim had declared he and Pam would travel down here for the holidays to finalise everything with him. Pam had helped sweeten the deal and all that was left was percentage talk before the elderly man put his pen to paper.
“He’s such a nice man,” Pamela remarked as they stepped into their apartment suite.
“Yes, he is. He’s got a large family too. Did you hear him mention how many wives he has?”
“No, I probably wasn’t listening.”
“Three. One is pregnant with twins.”
“My God,” she exclaimed. “At his age? What tribe is he from anyway?”
“Does it matter? All I care about is him giving me the keys to doing what I want to do to this part of the world: turn it into something that would make Disneyland look like a place meant only for toddlers and old farts.”
“Be careful what you wish for, honey. Disneyland is great, and I love being there.”
“As much as you love being with me?” he pulled her into his arms.
“Hmmm, that too.”
They kissed. He led her towards their bedroom. Pamela kicked off her sandals; so too did Tim. Their lips smacked at each other, both starting to breath heavily as his hands fought to open her blouse while she hurried to undo the buttons of his shirt. They fell to the bed, laughing and still kissing. Tim squeezed her tits as he got her blouse open and pushed his hand underneath her bra. Her legs came around his waistline. He gasped from the feel of his wife’s naked flesh. He half sat up and muttered a curse as he fumbled for his belt buckle; his erection was raging hard inside his boxers. Pamela pushed him to lie on his back and took control. He freed his prick from its hiding place and started sucking on it. Tim couldn’t help it - he’d been waiting for the touch of her mouth on his cock since they left JFK airport. He groaned some seconds later as he ejaculated into her mouth. Pam gulped every trace of semen he had to give; she was adept at making her husband turn to silly putty whenever she had in her in hands. She as well knew how to bring him back to life again. She sat up and removed the rest of her clothes while Tim watched her at the same time stroked his cock, hopping to will it back to hardness.
Tim was breathing heavy, his pouch of a belly rose and fell from the ministrations his wife was performing to him. Pamela too was gasping, squeezing her tits while she tugged at his cock. She brought her mouth to his balls and pulled at each one. Tim loved it whenever she did this to him. She felt his cock resuming its hardness once again and not desiring for it to suddenly slip back to flaccidness, she crossed her leg over and mounted him.
At the same time Pamela was enjoying the feel of her husband’s cock making room inside her cunt, the apartment door opened and Catherine entered. She went and sat on the sofa and turned on the TV set and was flipping through channels when she thought she heard a moaning voice coming from her parent’s room. She approached it and peeped through the half open doorway and marvelled with amazement at the sight of her parents fucking. She couldn’t take her eyes away. Never before had she caught them in such a state. It was weird at the same time pleasing seeing her Mom rocking her waist down on her Dad’s hips; her eyes took in the sight of her father’s balls with his prick all buried between her Mom’s fleshy ass cheeks.
Catherine retreated from the doorway and switched off the TV set and went into her bedroom and turned the lock. She searched inside her handbag and got out a banana-shaped dildo. She pulled down her jeans and laid on the bed and proceeded to rub the tip of the dildo stick over her clitoris. She hissed and shut her eyes as the warm feeling over-clouded her mind. She was saving her nineteen-year old virginity for Michael when they get married.
She yearned for him so much right now.
***
Catherine didn’t remember when she slept off, but it couldn’t have been that long. Her eyes came awake and there was her Mom seated beside her on her bed smiling at her. She was about asking what was up when she noticed something in her Mom’s hand. Pamela waved the before her face, laughing.
“You’re all grown up now, Cath. Since when did you start playing with mature toys like this?”
It was a harmless question, still Catherine felt embarrassed and took the dildo from her and sat up on the bed.
“That’s my business, Mom,” she said.
“Oh sure it is, sweetheart. I wasn’t pointing fingers at you or anything; you’re not our little girl any longer. Have you and Michael begun - ”
“No, Mom,” she cut her off sharply. “We haven’t had
sex yet, if that’s what you wanted to know.”
“Are you and him serious about this whole marriage thing? Come on dear, you can talk to me about it.”
Catherine hadn’t told anyone about her serious talk with Michael. That was their secret to keep, but her Mom uncannily sniped the answer out of her one evening she’d returned home from watching a movie at the local theatre with Michael and confronted her about it. Catherine had thus opened up and told her about it, with the only condition being that her Mom promise not to let her Dad know.
“We’re waiting till we’re both done with college. We haven’t like made our minds up on it. We’re still weighting our options.”
“I’ve told you this already, and I’m going to tell you again: this is a heavy decision you’re making, Catherine. Not exactly what I’d want you to be thinking right now.”
“Why do you say that, Mom?”
“I’m not trying to bust your bubble here. I know Michael is a great guy and I know how you feel about him, but there’s a lot more things out there waiting for you than to think about getting married.”
“That’s my business, Mom. It’s my decision to make, not yours or Dad’s.”
“As long as you’re still living under our roof, it’s not all going to be your decision, young lady. Anyway, I’m not going to talk you out of it; do what you feel is right for you. Just make sure it’s the right decision you’re taking. You’d better put this away in a safe place,” she returned her dildo and got up from the bed.
“How long are we going to be here, Mom?”
“What do you mean, honey?”
“I know the reason Dad brought us here is so he can do some business with that old Nigerian man you guys were with at the bar earlier, but really I ought not be here.”
“Cath, we’re here on holiday. Yes, your Dad has some business deals to take care of, but the important thing we’re enjoying the summer together and we’re going to have fun while we’re here. Really I don’t like that look on your face that’s got you gloomy.”
“Seriously Mom, this isn’t like my idea of a place to come to spend the summer. Why couldn’t we have just gone to stay with Aunt Liz?”
“This isn’t the time to talk about what should have been and what isn’t, Catherine,” her mother snapped at her. “What’s important is that we’re here together and we’re here to have fun and go places we’ve never been before. Travelling isn’t always about seeing or being with familiar faces. You should know that by now. Now get up and stop looking so gloomy. It’s getting dark and we’ll soon be heading downstairs for dinner.”
Her Mom marched out of her room. Catherine fought the compulsion not to grab one of her bed pillows and hurl it at her, but that was after her Mom left her bedroom and slammed the door close behind her.
***
Catherine had finished taking a bath the second time for the day when to her amazement she came out and saw that it was dark outside. She had earlier rewound the minute hand of her watch and now said it gave the time as 7:45 p.m. Her intercom phone rang. It was her Mom telling her to join her and Dad downstairs at the restaurant; she replied that she would be there. There was no chance of escaping them as long as they were here together. She dressed up then went downstairs to find them.
Her parents were in the restaurant and two black men shared the table with them. One was the same Chief Batubi Williams, who’d been with her parents earlier, the other she couldn’t make out as his back was facing her. He wore a yellow t-shirt and it wasn’t until she came to their table and the man stood up that she recognised him as the same man who’d shared the elevator with her in the morning and whom she’d earlier watched swimming at the beach. What was he doing here? She begged for an answer to her question as she looked with startled eyes at her parents.
“Catherine, you remember Chief Williams, don’t you. And this young man here is Duro, his eldest son.”
Catherine shook the old man’s hand before turning to his son. He took her hand in his and smiled at her. His smile disarmed whatever thoughts she had earlier harboured about him.
“Hello, Catherine,” he said.
“Hello, Duro,” she smiled back.
They returned to their seats and someone came to their table to take their order; Tim requested a bottle of wine but Duro said he preferred a beer. Catherine share light conversation with him. She asked him questions about himself. He told her he was studying Petro-chemical Engineering in Oxford and was on holiday for now; he was a point-guard in their basketball team and unmarried. Chief Williams chipped in and mentioned that he was the first amongst his children to attend a university.
Dinner arrived; the meal was exotic and enjoyable. Once again Chief Williams and Tim made a toast to their future endeavour. It was late by the time they decided to call it a night. Duro went away with his father, shook hands with Catherine and promised to speak with her again soon. She forgot to enquire if he was actually staying here at the hotel, and about seeing him earlier at the beach but it slipped her mind. Afterwards she recalled that he too hadn’t made mention of seeing her earlier that day. She stood with her parents in the resort’s courtyard waving at their guests as they entered their car and drove away.
“That went well, didn’t it?” Tim asked his wife and daughter.
“It did, honey,” Pamela answered. “Such wonderful company. And that son of his is quite charming. Wasn’t he, dear?”
She threw the question at Catherine who groaned irritably. This was her Mom’s way of twisting the knife into her, she knew.
“Yes, Mom, I guess.”
“I think you and him will make good friends. At least he can make good company for you till whenever you return home to Michael.”
“Mom!” she groaned.
Her father stepped in: “Come on, honey, let’s leave Cath alone. Duro’s a nice fellow, but I doubt if he’ll be any good to Catherine. Anyway, we’ve got a busy day tomorrow. We’re booked on a safari trip and we need to get to bed early.”
“A safari trip?” asked Catherine.
“Sure, darling. We’re here on holiday, remember? I want us to see more of the country as possible. I already talked with Raheem. He’s going to be our guide for tomorrow.”
“I like Raheem,” Pamela chipped in. “He looked intelligent and smart.”
“Yeah, he sure does. While he drove us down here in the morning, he got to telling me a lot about himself. Says he’s a university graduate looking to pursue his Masters. He looks like a hard-worker here. Who knows, maybe I can find a means of getting her to come to the U.S.”
“I’ll bet that’s when you’ve got things here rolling.”
He laughed. “You know me too well, darling. Come on, let’s go inside. We have a big day ahead of us.”
They turned around and went into the resort and went in the direction of the elevators. Neither of them took notice of the dark man with a scar on his left cheek who watched them step into the elevator and rode it to where their suite was. The man pulled a cell phone out his pocket and spoke briefly into the mouthpiece.
***
The sky grew bright. The sun poked its yellow feature from where it hid at the horizon. Catherine lay on her backside on a lounge chair by the beach with her eyes closed although she wasn’t sleeping. There was the sound of the ocean crashing unto the white sandy beach. A man swam out in the current approaching her. Her face was turned away from the beach so she couldn’t see him, but she sensed she knew who it was. The man’s shadow fell over her as he came and stood beside her. She turned her face to look at him but all she made out was his dark outline; the man stood before her like a god. He came to his knees and slipped a hand underneath her head and pulled her up. His eyes glimmered at her.
“You have been waiting for me,” Duro said to her.
He brought her face closer to
his. She wanted to pull off him, wanting to push him away, but the look in his eyes held her she couldn’t move. In her dream she could barely feel herself breath ...
“Rise and shine, sleepy head!”
Someone shook her roughly. The dream melted away from her eyes and she grumbled at the disturbance, stretched her arms and cracked a yawn. Her Mom was at her bed laughing at her. Sometimes her Mom could be endearing to her like a college friend might, and other times she could be haughty and unbearable to spend even a minute with. Pamela wouldn’t consider their relationship in such light. To her knowledge, she had as much a motherly as well as an easy rapport with her daughter, although it was obvious that Catherine responded well to her father most times than to her. Still she was there for her whenever the need came for it. And even when there wasn’t any need, she still opted to be there for her.
“Morning, Mom. What’s up?”
“it’s time to get your beautiful self up and grab some breakfast with us, that’s what’s up. We have an hour left.”
“An hour?” she rubbed her finger across her eyes, her thoughts wondered what her Mom was referring to, but then the memory of last night came back at her. “Oh Gosh, you mean that safari thing?”
“Yes, Catherine, I meant that safari thing,” her Mom echoed. She stood up and pulled back the bed sheets off her daughter’s feet. “that sleep must have be a wonderful one. Come on, get up and go get showered. Your Dad wouldn’t want you to miss this, and neither would I. And don’t forget to pack some few things to bring with you, and a change of clothes too.”
“Oh don’t worry, Mom. I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world.” She sighed and shook her head as she got up from the bed.
She joined her parents at the living room a half hour later dressed in khaki shorts, sleeveless shirt and a jacket with a New York Mets face-cap in her hand. Her parents too were dressed for a similar outing, except they wore pants; her Mom wore a denim skirt that showed more legs than necessary. Catherine went and joined them and they had breakfast together. Tim mentioned that Raheem would be coming over soon to let them know when things were ready.