UNDER SIEGE (A Story Of Hope)

by Ciuri Di Badia

  At this point she couldn’t wait anymore. She wanted him inside of her badly. She knew she did. She didn’t take much time; She parted her soft, athletic legs to allow Tommy’s gargantuan prick explore her hidden treasures. As he was ramming inside her, she went to her own world. It was a sweet world; a world where all the pleasures of life rest. The more Tommy clamped his phallus down her inner-hood, the closer she neared the epicenter. They went at it, squelching and squishing with the rhythm of the mounting pleasures.

  As any hedonistic chap would say, sex is the most intimate mania a man and a woman can have. It is the core of all the pleasures that human body possesses. It means so much more. At times, it’s perceived as ambiguous as it represents so many contrasting fixations: Love, adultery, procreation, crime in the event of rape and lastly it can be a tool of trade for the case of prostitutes.

  Nevertheless, in one thing, we are all in agreement; That is, it is that three letter verb that brought most of us into existence. If it were not for a sex that happened at some point in the past, most of us wouldn’t be here reading this. I won’t be here to write this. I mean--most of us, not all of us. There are a few who resulted from some test-tube concoctions, and yet there are others who came about through some third party pregnancies. I speak not, for those two cases.

  In a box, they both went over the top, ending the rapturous fixture. They enjoyed the conjoining act. Nevertheless, for Tommy, the experience was rather out of the ordinary. He had never met a partner like quinsy. She was one of those girls who send out loud cries in the height of the action. However, it wasn’t a letdown in any way. He had had a great time.

  It is said that the reason why men and women live together is not to see through each other but to see each other through; lecherously. They both need one another in many aspects. In companionship, they make a good pair. In a team, they complement each other. We found it that way and we will leave it the same. We get born, grow up with our parents or guardians, and at some point we leave them for our own ways. We then find ourselves as being guardians ourselves. Those we guard grow up and then proceed to be guardians themselves…… and so it never ends.

  For most of the night, they continued catching-strokes. Every round was different from the other. They have the usual pumps and squirts. However, for every round, they performed in different postures. It puffed up sensations. The employment of an open flower technique pushed the pleasures right to her Grafenberg spot (G-spot). It felt real good. They all culminated in nothing short of toe curling orgasms.

  They were two unstoppable love birds, two pace setters that could not stop bucking off at intervals. They were so energetic and so hyper that they kept on going, on and on.

  A man needs four things to survive; money, beer, security and sex; Sex, sex with one and yet with another; More and more till he achieves pervert-cy.

  The night flew away slowly till it dawned into a chilly morning. As they woke up, their backs, slipped-disked with tiredness. It had been a strenuous but fulfilling night. Quinsy woke up earlier and made breakfast. They had a chat over the brunch. Their spirit was still high. Every one of them was harnessing their last moment together; at least for that day.

  They tidied themselves up, hugged each other and then nibbled their noses together in an Eskimo kiss. They walked out together. Quinsy headed for her car after a last hug. As for Tommy, he had to walk across the road to the parking lot where he had left his car the previous night. That’s how they parted for their respective work places. Tommy proceeded to the harbor while Quinsy went to her curio shop in the core of New York City.

  Tommy thought a lot on his way. He was happy that he had had a nice time with Quinsy. On the other hand he was in reservations that they only spent a short time together.

  During the day, they called each other severally. However they didn’t meet in the following days. Meanwhile, they remained heavily in contact mainly over the phone. They had lunch together at the end of that week after which, they spent the evening together on an excursion at the amusement park.

  With time, Tommy’s phone calls started waning. He stopped calling Quinsy as frequently as he used to. In spite of that, Quinsy maintained her liking for Tommy. She ensured that they communicated almost everyday. She did what she could to keep their candle burning. She was practically smitten with Tommy. She knew she was. There was nothing on earth that could make her think otherwise.

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  Chapter 3

  Tommy’s six months of tenure were now over. He had applied for another job with Delta maritime co-operation based in Oregon. There he had been accorded a month of probation before they could fully bind with him in a contract. That was inculcated in the policies of the company. Many saw it as being extra-stringent. But to the company, it was the best method of recruiting the most appropriate candidate for the job.

  He went to Quinsy to bid her farewell before he left for his new take on in Oregon. It had occurred to him that perhaps they wouldn’t meet for some time. She was watering her favorite hibiscus flowers when Tommy arrived. They embraced each other and kept still for a while. They had missed one another since they had not met for months.

  Quinsy felt calm and at ease in Tommy’s arms. It reawakened the feelings that, months before, she had experienced. Her mind was slapped with scanty memories of the night they spent together. She had longed for another night like that. It had stood out as perchance, the best night of her life.

  They let go of each other and Quinsy said that it had been a long time since they met up.

  Tommy apologized for taking a long time to go visit quinsy. He also added that he had been held-up by job for most of those times.

  “Never mind Tommy, to the contrary, I am so glad that you’ve managed to today.”

  Quinsy placed the hose on the ground and turned off the tap. She welcomed Tommy into the house where she served him with pineapple juice. Their emotive conversation continued.

  “Dear, I know that we have not been as tight as we used to be. But I know that all will be well with us”

  With sultry pouts, Quinsy retorted “yeah, we have not and it has hurt me a lot. But what could I have done? You let us loosen…….”

  “I only did what I had to……. I didn’t mean any harm dear. It has really hit me hard too. I really missed you quinss”

  “I missed you more tom. You don’t know what I’ve been through. I did all I could to keep us floating……”

  “Am so sorry quinss, I never knew it was hurting you that much. But I thank you for keeping us going”

  “Never mind tom it doesn’t matter anymore. That’s in the past now”

  “I only thought that it’s right if I come to see you and bid you good-bye”

  “Good bye? What for? Are you shifting or what?”

  “Yeah quinss am relocating to Oregon. I’ve got a job there”

  “Wow! That’s interesting. Am glad for you”

  “Sweetheart, I hope you don’t mind. It’s a chance of a lifetime and I can’t afford to just let it pass me by”

  A short silence ensued before Quinsy retorted. “Be at liberty to pursue what you deem as the best for you. Am not obliged to grunt you that liberty and you shouldn’t feel tied to me so much”

  “Dear I didn’t mean to hurt you; I just wanted to inform you of my itineraries”

  “ ill also be happy when I see you happy tom, so, don’t feel bound by what we have or rather had and restrict yourself from getting into new adventures. I really hope life will treat you well out there”

  “Thanks quinss, we will always be in touch”

  “If going to Oregon is what you have considered as good for you, then I don’t have any objection”

  She stopped for a moment then continued.

  “To the contrary am happy for you. I just want you to know that I love you. My love of today is even better and bigger than that of yesterday and it will elicit itself further tomorrow”

  “Quinsy please don’t do th
is to yourself”

  “No Tommy; let me go through it. I think am stuck with you and I can’t just move on”

  “But……”

  “It’s apparent that we have been jilting apart. But in all this my feelings have not changed. It's you and only you that I’ll crave for. The one that ill always adore and call my love, you Tommy”

  She halted for while. Thought deeply and then she continued.

  “I will always cherish every moment that we spent together. It’s a pity that we never made something profound out of it; But, I still have faith that we will figure out something in a near future……. Should such a chance present itself, I promise you, it would be a great time”

  They talked in lament for a long time before Tommy bid Quinsy goodbye, with a peck.

  They did not drop a line to each other for the following days. Theirs had turned to a cooler relationship. They were simply jilting apart although Quinsy’s interest in the suave Tommy flourished even more.

  His contract in Oregon was terminated and he was forced to cancel his relocation. He then opted to finding a new job in the New York City where he had been working for the last several years. He loved the city. He enjoyed living in New York. In it, he found a special feeling that he couldn’t get from anywhere else.

  Considering his expertise and experience, it took him only one and half weeks to secure a job. This time, He landed on an opening with the Atlantic charter company; a popular voyage consortium that delivered shipments between America and Europe.

  For the last six months, Tommy took residence in a hotel. With time, it was turning out to be a humdrum. It did not offer him a home environment he dearly missed. He therefore moved from the hotel into an apartment. He knew he would be glued to the NYC for a longer time than he ever imagined.

  The apartment was located on Watson’s avenue. It was a fully furnished, semi detached flat with three bedrooms. Inside, the living space was ample, at least to his satisfaction.

  He had a reserved life and nearly forgot Quinsy’s ilk of species. He grooved on with his single-hood-status, not letting the she-kinds distort his peaceful cocoon. In suppressing his inner instincts, which were contrary to his resolve, it cost him a lot. The conflict between Tommy’s reasoning and sixth sense became a chronic torture for him. However, the peace it accorded him paid off for his sacrifices. It gave him time to mull on other aspects of his life. He worked more efficiently and never felt weared out in extrovert tendencies. In the past, that tendency had left him worked up as he attempted to keep up to his girl friends’ satisfaction.

  His serene and tranquil life started wobbling when a sexy sassy brassy Indian lady moved in as his neighbor. She joined into a silent terrace that Tommy, Dan and other two colonized.

  Incessantly, he admired the braids on her head as her well developed body constantly stole Tommy’s sedulous ogle. Her clear-cut curves on her back, her undulating chest form affirmed that she was of the drop-dead-beautiful category.

  Slowly, he germinated a crash on her. Grim memories of Quinsy drove him even closer to wanting a loop with the Indian damsel. He strongly felt the urge to set something going with Birma. He just couldn’t ignore his feelings anymore. Something somewhere was bent on compelling him to do something about them. The feelings were growing stronger and stronger by the day. He just had to act on them before they consumed him.

  One afternoon, while resting on a chair in his apartment strange thoughts occurred to him. They were the kind of thoughts that hadn’t crossed his mind for a while. He had severally prevented them from following that line of thinking.

  As the thoughts impeded his mind, he saw his style of life as torturing himself for nothing; he reminisced of the number of the times that he found himself thinking of Quinsy. He saw those times as a set back to his happiness. He also got a revelation that, while he tortured himself thinking of Quinsy, she was probably busy with her life and not thinking about him. She may have moved on and perhaps, she now was having another man on her side. After all, what existed between them was on its last leg at the time they were still together. So nothing is left of it now; more so when she even doesn’t know where and what Tommy is up to nowadays.

  ‘I have to move on and let go of the past. I am not the Tommy of the yesterday; I am that of today, the one who want nothing but happiness and the fulfillment of my being. To achieve that, I have to give my heart what it needs-Birma. Yes; that girl is the only antidote that can cure my emotional distress. Tommy, figure out something, just something that will make you get her’ Tommy grappled to himself.

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  He started with simple greetings and hies. Those were the characteristic of the He was in the acquaintance stage where only good impression and warm concerns does the trick. With no time, those diplomatic gestures broke the ice between them and paved way for a cordial relationship that was to follow thereafter. Each of them felt at ease around the other as they talked.

  He, at times, planned their paths to meet. He used those rare opportunities to capture her attention. Bit by bit, he came into the picture in Burma’s world. It was a difficult thing to do, but at the end, he was able to. Most of the things he did were cosmetic, in that, they were just pretenses that showed Birma only his good side. They required a lot of efforts from him. He was the one to charter the course of his own destiny; of that, he was aware.

  The simple words they tossed blossomed and evolved into casual conversations. Though short, they both enjoyed those chit-chats. It was from those untailored conversations that they became regular friends.

  As buddies, they became conceited, offering what they had a recipe for growth, admiration and enthusiasm. It was the best platform for laying a solid ground for what was in store for the future, an auspicious foresight that one finds so hard to speculate. Time will tell us the reality.

  On one typical Friday, they coincidentally had a day-off from work. It came as a surprise to both of them. Tommy went to work-out in the morning and on returning home, he found Birma reading a glossy magazine, outside her gaff. She was completely absorbed into that edition as she swung on a rocking chair.

  Tommy had been pushing his body for the whole morning as he performed his usual calisthenics. He gasped for the air as his whole body clammed with sweat. For most of the mornings that he whiled at home, he spent them exercising. He liked it. It made him relax and cool off from onerous days of arduous work in the office. Those days usually fell on weekends. It was something that Tommy looked forward to, especially on stressful weeks that left him lackadaisical.

  She waved at Tommy as he tramped up the stairs that led to his apartment. He waved back in between his trots. His breath taking took him through and entered his apartment. He took a cold shower and changed into a tone-up jean.

  His mind started revolving again and quick reminisces crossed his mind.

  ‘My aunt usually told me to improvise on any opportunity that came my way. Seizing this opportunity could be a way of making it through. I have to do something today; I have to get hold of Birma. Great chances like this seldom come to ones path. It’s a big time opportunity, my damn opportunity. I just have to figure out a way of doing it.’

  That day, Tommy kept hunching that he must make Birma his. His whole body twitched while his mind giggled over what he could possibly do. An inner drive kept telling him to make a move. He remained in that state of bafflement for the rest of the day.

  When evening came, he went to her apartment and urged her to accompany him on a walk along a nearby cul-de-sac. She indifferently agreed and later they set out to stroll.

  As they walked silently along an alley, Tommy kept harnessing any chemistry that he could manage to build up. As they approached a bench, Tommy saw it as a perfect spot to engage his mischievous gear. It was at that point that he proposed that they seat.

  It was on the fall of spring when wind blows gently. Warm currents wafted over them softly as desert wind does to sand dunes. They felt as if they had been plac
ed in an unheated sauna. They loved the feeling as it was soothing. One could hear the breezing whisper as the currents whizzed through the eastern red cedar trees that kerbed the cul-de-sac. As they got acclimatized to the environment, the mood of silence started fading out, opening an avenue for dialogue.

  As a characteristic of such a prom date, they both sat, facing outward, neither of them, had said anything. It was as if they were afraid of each other. They were behaving like two mismatches that had bumped on each other on a rotation dating game. So far, they both had tried it out but nothing seemed to work. They suddenly found themselves entangled in an uncomfortable situation. It was fiddly to break that ice.