UNDER SIEGE (A Story Of Hope)

by Ciuri Di Badia

  Down in the mouth, with dejection, she was at long last forced to swallow the agonizing reality that Dickson was gone. It pained her more to know that he was never coming back; she was never to set her eyes on him ever again.

  She had to put her own life back on track. The disconsolation she was experiencing was literary consuming her. She had to use her remaining energies in putting her shattered life back together. In that regard, it was a case of cheerio Dickson, cheerio Jimmy, forever.

  Later, she was informed that her lover’s killers were still at large and the police were still making frantic efforts to apprehend them.

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  Chapter 2

  That entire scrape had befallen on Quinsy five years before. At this juncture, she had gotten over it and was getting carried away by the events in the party. It had given her an opportune moment to let herself go. As the party was getting hotter and hotter, every one seemed to be letting their hair down more and more.

  The host of the party was Quinsy’s friend. They were contemporaries at collage, from where, their friendship started. Many years had passed and although they had very little in common, they had kept their friendship going. Two days before, Samantha, Quinsy’s friend had just got engaged to her childhood sweetheart. Consequently she and her fiancée had invited all the friends they could think of; including Quinsy.

  The party was taking place at her fiancé's apartment. He was residing just across the street from Quinsy’s apartment. Luckily to her, she just had to walk a block away, just across the road to the party, despite having a flat tire on her car.

  Quinsy had lived in her apartment at sky towers for one year. It was located in the relatively serene surroundings in the middle income neighborhood of west Brooklyn. She loved that place. It not only provide her with ambience, but also convenient. Compared to where she had lived before, that was the bomb. She was comfortable. The neighbors minded their own business and had no time to poke their noses where they don’t belong.

  The building’s expedient first floor was designed for parking. That gave her assurance that her car was safe. Also, she liked to work out. She had done it since she was young. Perhaps that explains her slim but well built body. She usually worked out by running along the side-walks of the desolate drive ways.

  For a time, she wished that jimmy was still alive. She imagined how it would have been if Jimmy was in that party with her. Perhaps they would dance and carry on with the party together. Her mind's eye pictured Jimmy and herself in a similar party-only that in the vision, they were the ones in the spotlight. The engagement party was their own. That felt nice. The change of music cut her thoughts and she slowly pulled them back to the happenings in the wingding.

  As she was recollecting herself, she noticed that a lot had changed. First, the shindig people had increased in number. Secondly, most guys had been served with drinks. Every one, except Quinsy, was in a jamboree mood. She even wondered if she had missed something. It was in the middle of her puzzlement that Tommy Rodgers entered the guest room.

  On his hands were two gift packs for the would-be couple who were busy receiving gifts and congratulations from friends. He walked up to where they stood. While smiling, they had a short chitchat. He then handed them with the two gift-packs. Afterwards, he helped the groom to collect other gifts that they had received before and put on the floor. Those were to be put on a gifts rack.

  As he was placing the gifts on the gifts rack, he saw that dazzling damsel. He laid his eyes all over her body like a collier who was examining a prospective mineral nugget in a desert. Continuously; he gawked at her side as if he needed some morphine. Sternly, he stared till his eyes tear-oozed, ogled till his they ached.

  It’s at this point that I can say that the men’s world cannot change. It remains the same; they all look out for the physical, outside looks of anything. Be it cars, houses or even when shopping in the malls. It’s that shallow way of approach that leads them to false judgments. What they deem as perfect going by the outward looks may, at most times turn out as not true. They then end up in disappointments.

  That is expressed in a common axiom as judging a book by its cover. It is worthwhile for one to go for properties or specifications given to each item in order for one to get the product they desire. The same applies in the case of women. The inner beauty counts more than the outward beauty. When you are looking at her inner beauty, you are simply determining how humane she is. On the other hand; when you consider her from her outward beauty, you are literally taking her as a flower and just gouging how colorful or attractive she is. That does not show you the person she is, to the contrary, it shows you the kind of skin and the body type that she has.

  Through the party, he kept on glancing at her way hoping for reciprocation. Those reciprocations would have had satisfied his inner self. He was infatuated by her. Rom the first moment that he saw her, he went head over heels.

  As Tommy was prospecting, the highly anticipated reciprocations came. Quinsy could no longer help but notice the tall and medially built guy with athletically kept frame who was constantly leering at her. His arms were sinew with muscles that rippled with his every movement.

  The party went on with the planned conventionalities. Then, the engagement party was transformed into a swanky masked slumber party. The carousers went into some panky costumes and then masked-up. The whole place was filled with the shrouded party goers. Under their goofy masks, it was hard to make out whom one was dancing or talking to.

  The music went on. They drank and danced as the party got deeper. Some laughed loudly as they got more intoxicated. In the theatrical facade, most got the courage to dance ridiculously. Some shouted outlandishly as others sang along with the loud music; all in the spirit of enjoyment.

  It’s good to let yourself loose sometime. It helps to gives one a new lease of life. Furthermore, there is scientific evidence that it helps to keep young by relaxing ones muscles. It also reduces ones chances of getting into medical complications such as depression and hypertension. So, enjoy yourself as much as you can for life is short. Furthermore, it’s good for your health.

  When the time of the mythical tossing came, ladies and gentlemen were sundered into two groups according to gender. They were directed into separate rooms where their respective tossing would be carried out.

  In the ladies lounge, a flower would be thrown flying on the air and land on one of them.

  Back to the guys semi-stag party, a hat would replace the flower and be treated in the same tossing mode.

  The one who would take hold of the posy was believed to be the one who would hold the next engagement party. If that was a way of making relationships, by now, every one would have had their own spouses because it would have created a chain-reaction all through the society.

  Back to the ladies` hen party, the bride-to-be was facing away from a host of young and prospecting single ladies. The ladies were eagerly jostling for the bridal flower. She held it tightly in her hands. With all the energy that she could gather, she flung it through the air towards the single-and-ready-to-wed-ladies at her rear. It landed on a blonde with a light-colored hair. Her hair was held together by a red hair-pin that drooped from her back.

  It was determined that the lucky two would meet upstairs and shoot a breeze at their own space.

  The gentleman was guided first. The lady was to follow in a ceremonial ululation. She went up the swirly stairs as the rest of party players cheered her on. She reached at the door that separated her from the lucky guy. Languidly, she knocked before walking in.

  After unmasking, Tommy did not believe his naked eyes; as his knees nibbled, his tongue went speechless. He kept on staring at her. Lo and behold, quinsy was standing before him; the girl whom he had been eying ever since he entered the dining room.

  Finding out that she and he had been given a chance to talk in seclusion, let alone being the recipients of the flower and the cap was a miracle, an enigma that neither of them co
uld comprehend.

  As an old axiom says; if you doubt that something belongs to you, you just have to put it under parameter; in that, let it go, if it comes back to you, then it’s truly yours.

  Tommy smiled as he shrieked out “Oh my god! How on earth does it happen that you are the lucky girl and I the lucky boy?”

  Quinsy shrugged her shoulders and then extenuated.

  “I think that it was a fraught coincidence that brought us into this inextricable complexia”

  “I mean--we clicked as soon as we saw each other” Tommy added.

  He helped her as she squirmed into her chair. He then went to close the door.

  That astonishing happening was like a fable. It had it all, a prince, a castle and a happy ending--with all that in place, it suffices to be called a Tommy-ish fairly tale.

  Within minutes, they got along so perfectly that one could not classify them as strangers. They seemed as if they had known each other for ages. Until two hours before, none of them knew of the other’s existence.

  She told Tommy of what her life had been like and scantly what had happened with Dickson. She then spoke of her own life with heavy emotions. As the conversation got deeper she found herself rekindling her former self again. Tommy told her of his stay in New York and how his life had faired. They then conferred about the engagement party and how each of them was taking it.

  Tommy then thanked her for her honesty and suggested that they talk for a little while longer before going back to the party.

  She replied saying that it was a noble idea.

  They held a chat for a long while before being interrupted by the maser of the fete who urged them to return to the main pack so that they could dance and moribund the party with the other partygoers. They masked up again and walked out.

  They started with a Morris-dance, cavorting around the miniature dancing floor. They swung and swung in a bolero-style as the party was ending.

  Ceremoniously, the music died down slowly as everyone reluctantly pulled themselves together. The party was over. It was deep-dead in the night as they robbed down. They then began their way home.

  Everything is judged on how it ends, not on how it begins. Going by that, Tommy’s and Quinsy’s case was a plus. They left closer than they had earlier arrived.

  Tommy was on a contract with the New York harbor services on six month tenure as an auditor. He was living in a hotel room in the outskirts of New York City.

  They walked abreast along an arcade as they headed towards the parking lot. As they approached the sidewalk that delted to the parking lot, Quinsy asked Tommy to roost the night through at her place instead of driving to his hotel at that hour of the night.

  He quickly and unreservedly jumped overboard by accepting smothering Quinsy’s offer. They walked to his car to get his stuff and head to Quinsy’s place. They then walked across the street to Quinsy’s apartment on the third floor of Sky towers.

  As they walked in the chilling cold of that winter night, he flanked his femme-fetale over the shoulders as if he was snuggling her with warmth. She reciprocated by cradling him with her soft and warm hands.

  An eloquent silence suddenly crept in. The only notable gesture came when they started stealing glances at each other. They did it once and again as they tramped to the elevator. The elevation itself was swift and in a brief moment they were in Quinsy’s tenement flat

  Anxiety was gyrating in their bewildered minds. Neither Tommy nor Quinsy had an idea of how the night would turn out.

  She locked the door, put on some low lighting and they started talking in low tones. They took a couple of sparkling wine which opened them up. They then augmented the wine with some cans of malted beer to celebrate their accord. Likewise, the suds were somewhat quenching. As the alcohol took its toll, they tossed merrily in the air and giggled in phrases of their everlasting unison. It went on and on, none of them seemed to relent. They continued enjoying themselves in high tones, harnessing the moment to the maximum.

  The mood was so sensual that they both had started feeling frisky even before they could realize. She had hardly finished swigging her third glass of the malted aperitif when Tommy slowly stood up. He placed his glass on the sofa table before them and slowly sneaked behind her. He didn’t give her an idea of what he intended to do.

  Out of the blues, he grabbed her and gently bit her neck and earlobe for some moment. It was so teasing and arousing that Quinsy pulled him back to the chaise lounge where he embraced her by his accommodating arms and they met with a French kiss. For sometime, they continued making out.

  Quinsy picked a piece of strawberry from a bowl on the end-table. She placed it between her lips and bent forward as if she wanted to kiss Tommy. She nibbled a half of it while Tommy nibbled the remaining part. With enough pressure, the strawberry crushed and juices drooped down their lips to the chin before finally staining their upper dressings. At that point, each of them swallowed the piece of the fruit that was leering from their lips leaving them juicy. A French kiss followed and lasted for a while. They got interlocked with their mouths consuming each other. It escalated to smudging and cuddling as spasms of sheer ecstasy apportioned through their bodies. It was then that they sank into the urge of their bodies wanting to join.

  He slowly unbuttoned her dress and reached out to her tight fitting brassiere. As if it was not satisfying, he hastily removed the bra and proceeded to fondle with her alveolar. He played with the nipples as he continued to tickle her already jutting tits.

  He proceeded to the neck and the bosom, and then moved down to the abdomen. She enjoyed the sensation as Tommy’s lips came into contact with her skin. That was more tantalizing especially when he kept still as he sucked on the skin with his warm lips.

  He then removed his shirt and lay down on his back. Quinsy reciprocated by giving him some service. It was a case of: you scratch my back and I scratch yours in return.

  After sometime, he was fully nude and she was caressing him all over the body. She began with the shoulders, then the chest and finally going down to his delicious eight tanned pack on his abdomen. It was at that point that she applied massage oil on him. He became so oily and slimy, a feeling that increased sensations to both. Quinsy continued with the erotica. She then moved down to Tommy’s region.

  She fondled his engorged middle-leg in between her clenched fingers. She then played with the shaft the best way she knew. She enjoyed doing that. On the other hand, Tommy enjoyed too. It was passionate to know that the other was enjoying. That way their fire grew even bigger.

  She then did the licking and sucking in a manner that Tommy was not aware, existed. She gave the b-job for several minutes. In doing that, she bobbed up and down on him. Her warm lips nearly made his exited love-juice ooze out. She’d learnt the art of what gets guys going.

  She stopped and they bucked off. He slowly pulled her dress off and caressed her all over the G-string. With such a sweet sensation, she felt streams of pleasure as she congested to the bone marrow.

  He slowly removed the remaining leggings on Quinsy and in a blink of an eye they were both clad in their naturalism; not even having the briefs on.

  The air was filled with the tangy scent of sex. It was an atmosphere of love, love and more love. Or perhaps am understating it was that that was filled with a piquant aura of humping, humping and more humping.

  Throughout the apartment, the low lighting shone in a pale flaxen. It gave a dazzling spectacle of the best of everything. It was best in all aspects; in the sensations, in their friendship and lastly, in their compatibility; all was going on greatly.

  He kissed over her nave passionately. Then, he went down along the line to her abdomen where he licked straight downwards. He then proceeded to the haunch. Upon reaching the pinnacle, he licked out the vertical smile with his red hot tongue as his nose nuzzled around the confines of the in between the legs. Her U-spot felt tingly as he teased her. She got aroused, fully.

  They got so set off that the
y started shambling to the bedroom. They moved as they kissed. On the influx, they sat on the bed where Quinsy applied an ecstatic concoction on his length compelling it to sprout out to twice its normal size.

  They lay on the bed facing the ceiling. Each of them was contemplating about the whole scenario. On his part, Tommy mulled over Quinsy as a perfect stranger whom he had luckily met, earlier on that day. He couldn’t believe that he was getting some; in her own apartment.

  They had moved so fast that one can think of them as being loose. It is atypical to meet somebody and bed them within six hours. That was obviously out of the usual run of things. For them, it was that super sonic speed that made the encounter even more exiting. It reminds me of one of my high school friend who was talented in that regard of speed. One day, during a symposium at our school, he met an eye-catching beauty. The girl came from one of the visiting schools.

  As he took her around the symposium hall, they quickly got acquainted. He later took her to his hostel room where they bedded and later parted. That was fast. All had happened in a short span of two hours!

  Back to Quinsy and Tommy: Quinsy on her part; was grappling with memories of the men who had made her spread-eagle on her back before. She tried to roughly-recount their number back from her teenage years to no avail. She thought of them for sometime. One thing was clear though. She didn’t have memories of anyone who had made her feel the way Tommy did. Tommy was different. He made her feel more woman-ish.