Sex with a Ghost 1&2

It had been a long day. I got into my car, turned on the engine and the car purred to life. I stepped on the gas, turned on the radio, turn up the volume, and sang along to the gospel tune of Samsong. This I did in an effort to stave off the growing fatigue and help prepare myself for what to tell Stella.

She would be furious, that's a fact. I promised to pick her up by 5 pm, so we could spend the night together outside of the city and now it was some minutes past 8 pm. The meeting with Pastor Vivian and pastors from other districts lasted longer than expected and I couldn't make up any excuse to leave.

I called her four times before entering the car and she rejected the calls. I then sent her a text asking her to come out to the road that I would be there in less than five minutes. Silently, I prayed in my heart she doesn't disappoint me as I exceeded the speed limit of the city, racing down the road to Stella.

As I approached her street, I slowed down the vehicle and was on the outlook for her, scanning every female figure standing by the road. Did she even come out? Will she still agree to go out with me? I wondered. She might still be in the comfort of her room, while I was out here searching for her aimlessly. I have done her wrong and she is right to be pissed. I haven't really been a good lover or sex partner or whatever we were. I took her for granted and I knew it. That's what happens when a lady offers herself to you for free.

Few meters from the beginning of her street, I saw a gorgeous woman, dark hair and pink lips. With the dim yellow street lights, it took a few seconds for me to realize it was Stella. She had a blue and white plaid shirt and blue jeans skirt. Completing the package was a pair of six-inch high heels. I secretly thanked the good Lord that she came out. I couldn't stand the idea of going home alone in this state of exhaustion.

I pulled to a stop and unlocked the passenger door. She stood out with a frown, refusing to enter.

"Come on, get in let's go?" I whispered.

"There was no way I could just leave the meeting by…"

"You said you would be here latest by 5 pm" she paused, bit her pink lips and continued with what seemed like a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"What's the time now?"

"Some minutes past 8 pm" I responded reluctantly, falling back into the driver's seat. This was exactly how I expected it to play out.

"You kept me waiting out here for over three hours. This only shows how little you value my love. If it was Heaven, will you keep her waiting like this?" she fired.

That was true, even though I and Heaven were no longer serious, I could never treat her this way. It was just not possible. My conscience will continue pricking me till I am prompt to leave the meeting by any means possible to pick her up.

"Come on, don't bring that up. I am really sorry I kept you waiting. It was the meeting, I didn't mean to"

"This is not the first time" she blurted out.

"I promise this will be the last time".

Heaven was the difficult one, not Stella, she, on the other hand, was very easy to please. But that very day felt different.

"You promise?"

"Yes. I cross my heart" I made the sign of the cross over my chest with all seriousness.

"Is that how to cross one's heart?" she asked sarcasm present in her voice.

"Come on, get in let's get out of here before someone recognizes me…"

"So that is what you are concerned about?" she sighed, opened the door, threw her handbag into the back seat, and sat down. She looked briefly at me and then slammed the door.

"I am really sorry I kept you waiting" I whispered.

"Hmmm," she nodded looking out the window.

"Are you still angry?"

"No," she shook her head.

"Where are we going?"

Stella didn't even turn to look at me. Instead, she merely spits out a one-word conversation killer, "Anywhere."

Maybe a direct question would offer up a response, I thought. "How was your day?"

"I don't know" she shrugged.

I reached for her left shoulder to console her, she pulled away abruptly.

"Can we not allow this to spoil this night? Please?" I pleaded and started the engine. The car buzzed to life like a swarm of angry hornets. The sound of the engine filled the car as we slowly drove out of her neighbourhood.

"It is not your fault," she said. There was a hint of anger in her voice.

"Whose fault then?" I gave her a quick stare and returned my eyes to the road, wondering what was going on inside that pretty head.

Stella put her hands on her thighs. She looked as though she was thinking about whether or not to say anything at all. For a few minutes, the car was silent. I have resigned myself to the thought that there would be no talking for the remainder of the journey back home when she finally spoke.

"It is my fault" she stammered. It seemed very difficult for her to say, but at the same time, it was as if a great weight was being lifted off her shoulders. "I always meet the same kind of guys."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, all the guys I have dated treated me the same way…"

"In what particular way?"

"They all treat me like I am an object to be used just for their sexual gratification. No one puts my feelings and wants into consideration and I am tired of it all!" she raised her head, fighting back tears.

"All of them?"

"The last guy was actually good. I thought things would last with him. But as the months went by, he became crazier about sex. Don't get me wrong, I love sex too, but there are times where enough is enough."