PANY'S CHRONICLES: 2010

The day was coming to a close as the rays of the sun sipped through my spotless living room window panes. A movement of the clouds edged close to the sun trying so desperately to conceal its rays, but the bright yellow-umber rays still filtered through them nonetheless.The spectacle was utterly magnificent judging by the scenery of the water mass and the breathtaking sight of the union of the lake and the sun, painting a picture of total bliss.

This remarkable picturesque was my folks lakeside condo. Outside the breeze gently whistled a tune long distorted by seasons of uncertainty. Though calming, the distorted nature of my emotions weren't negligible. The inner core was in absolute turmoil and no matter how the physical peace was depicted, this attempted ploy at an antidote wasn't working for me.

A walk in the yard further revealed an encounter with the soothing breeze. Momentarily relieved, i reflected on the proverbial phrase; out of sight out of mind, as a wonder why the lawn was so perfectly mowed to the desired perfection tactically crossed my mind. Could this have been the practical application of the saying? The wonder continued to play in the sub-conscious as i walked over to the edge of the yard.

But the action came a little too late as the wall that was shielding me from the harsh realities came tumbling down in an instant.
Could she have been God sent or just a demon out to torment me?
I couldn't tell apart the difference but one thing was certain, her face was constantly haunting lately.

Gazing absent minded towards the lake events of the past month couldn't be duped from flooding my mind, with it culminating into the fateful Monday.
Her silent pampering had led me to pursue her, a mistake i wished to retract then if i could but which was not erasable whatsoever. The thoughts consequently raced to subdue everything in my mind as the events of the past months backed up from the top.

The prospect of finally earning a break from my chaotic lifestyle was one thing i had yearned for in a very long while. What was planned was a few weeks of condemning myself to solitude with maybe, just maybe, an intimate encounter with my fiance every once in a while. The idea brought an erotic sensation and i tactically sipped my drink to try to rid of the thought, for it was close to sexual suicide to think in such lines if the source of such desire wasn't around to help quell the urge.

With that in mind i took the liberty of wondering what Stacy might have been wearing then. I was so fond of her lacy array of lingerie which had its seductive effect on me, especially the red one. She had mesmerized me with her beauty from the very start the reason i had madly fallen in love with her. But this streak at fantasizing was cut short with the distinct sound of a car pulling outside the house.
Great, just too much for the peace that i needed, but i couldn't understand who that could be since all my friends had to be engrossed in work at this hour, and Stacy was on a business trip.

But on peeping through the window relief riddled my face when i noticed that a movers van was parked outside. It had been a while since i last had a neighbour and the prospect was more than welcome. Only the creature that alighted from the van was more than the eye had anticipated to see.

She had to be the most beautiful thing i had seen in a while since the departure of Stacy two night ago. She wore one of them chrisom summer dresses that reveal the shape of the body leaving nothing to imagination. Her hair was tangled in a curly wave gently caressing her cheek with a few strands kissing her dearly lips. She was a perfect mould of typical femininity and the smile she emitted dazzled across the space between us, as she waved at me.

While admiring this perceived maiden i had momentarily forgotten that the drapes were down, only realizing when she smiled and waved at me. Feeling like the fool i was caught with his drapes down, i waved back at her but could only manage an emotionless grin to counter her lovely smile. It was clearly evident from the bulging of my loins that my line of thoughts was causing quite a pressure to my groin. Feeling rather embarrassed by my direction of thoughts, i retreated to the heart of my lair to grab the forgotten drink.

Such situations were not for engaged men and as much as i cared to admit, the possible remedy to the situation was to stay away from her as much as i could. And this i could, that is, until a knock sounded on the door.

There she was only two feet away. She had lovely eye brows that a cow could envy and the most magnificent purple eyes ever. Mesmerized by her beauty at such close proximity etiquette deserted me to expose my vulnerability.

"Hi," she extended the greeting.
"Hi," i replied feeling rather awkward at the defeat of having to reply to the greeting rather initiate it.

"I am Natasha moving in next door. I was wondering if i could solicit your help to move a few things into the house. Do you think you could spare a few of your minutes....please," she inquired gently.

Though i definitely wasn't going to down play her request, i thought it best to show hesitation as a way to give doubt. I was particularly touched when she said please with her mouth curving almost circularly, and dimples forming on her cheeks almost stirring a reflex action of being touched.

"I guess i could if a few minutes will be of any help to you. You know, i have this small emergency to attend to. I am Sam by the way," i said while looking at my wrist watch.

"Why yes, it certainly will be worth my while. Pleasure meeting you Sam by the way," she said while re-extending her hand for another handshake.

Her attempt at humour almost melted me away especially the way in which she had said pleasure to meet you Sam by the way as i followed her for the task i had signed in for.

While on the task i learnt that she was a preacher's wife and pretty good at small talk. Also that her husband was always away most of the time like now when moving into their new house. I just couldn't understand why anyone in his sane mind could leave such a girl alone, not that Stacy was any less pretty, but i could just be rooted to her side if need be. The talk flowed that we didn't realize we had cleared the last of the boxes.

"I think i should be headed back now. Nice meeting you Natasha," i declared edging closer to the door.

She moved closer to me that i could just smell the perfume she was wearing, Elizabeth Ayden Sixth Avenue. That was my former girlfriends favorite perfume and my mind raced back to those passionate moments so long ago in the past. Then a moist lip dispensed a peck on my left cheek.

"Thanks Sam, i guess i will be seeing you around," she said while staring into my eyes with her purple eyes.

It had to be one encounter with serious contemplative emotional implications and one that i needed not to happen again. Fumbling with the keys i opened the door as a hand gently caressed my back. The thought of the lovely things i could do to Stacy raced into my mind because of the urge brought in by the lovely stranger; the girl next door.

I turned to face her only to be met by a warm kiss ecstatically planted on my lips, but the mouth that dispensed the kiss wasn't Stacy's, it was Natasha's. She had foreseen this little rendezvous but i never thought it would be this soon. I pulled out of the embrace but my horny nature got the best of me and i kicked the door shut carrying her to the couch for a continuation of what she had just initiated. She wasn't only one hell of a looker but also a nymphomaniac.

Later when sanity was restored did i tell her that i was engaged to be married in the near future, but the new development was a hard nut to crack. She also informed that her husband was starving her conjugal rights and was fed up with it. I bluntly declined her offer as a mistake never to be repeated, only that this was a sidestep for a born affair. We crept behind our partner's for months on end until one afternoon after a bout of lovemaking.

"Sam am with child," she said while hugging the sheets to her pointed breasts."
"And of what essence is that to me Natasha?" i blurted while closing the gap that was separating the two of us.

A look of disgust formed on her face and she instinctively pulled out of the cuddle and hit me with a pillow in the process.

"What do you think you worthless imbecile?" she barked.
"Jerry is impotent you rascal, he never touches me. Why do you think i made advances at you? I was lonely," she fumed.

That was just it. I didn't know what to do then since if i declared that this woman was with my child, people would think i was a freak. Maybe the preacher would unleash God's wrath on me if he ever found out, or the kind of views people would give concerning me for instance; the man who was banging the preacher's wife? And my marriage in two weeks was more than certainly a gone case, plus Stacy was with child too.

So here i was taking solace after telling Natasha to do as she pleased for either way, i was screwed. I was only waiting for any eventuality as i sipped the tequila to drawn my worries and misery, all the while the lakeside breeze calming my shifty nerves.

meanwhile back at the preacher's house another set of events was unfolding
"Jerry dear, i am pregnant," Natasha told her husband.
"And we are going to raise it just as our own."

The preacher smiled as he came on to hug his wife. He held her close for long moments thinking of the plan they had hatched, and its imminent success.

This is the first short story i ever wrote four years ago, and it created a platform in the way i conceive and write stories today. Please notice the growth in my later stories

PANY'S CHRONICLES

Monday, December 6, 2010

THE PREACHER'S WIFE

THE MOMENT

MYSTIQUE