The Things Girls Do - S01 E03

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The Things Girls Do - S01 E03

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Cynthia’s POV:

When I returned back home, it was 4:56.pm. Someone was cooking dinner. My stomach grumbled as I walked through the door. I’ll bet Priscilla was making dinner.

And I was right. She was making tomatoe sauce. From what she was doing, I knew what remained was the rice and beans.

” Happy Sunday everyone,” I greeted my roommates. Only Bella and Priscilla were around. Bella sat on her bed, applying some lipstick to her lips.

Bella barely spoke to anyone. She rarely did. She’s the eldest amongst all of us being in her fourth year in campus. She’s in the law department and though it surprises everyone, she’s an excellent student. Rumours had it she sleeps with her lecturer for good marks but if you’re Bella’s roommate, you’d think otherwise. At exactly midnight, she begins studying. She claims she tend to be more active at night hours than during the daytime. One funny thing which always amuses me about Bella was that she clubs a lot and she smokes like a chimney. Still she remains the best student in her department.

” Why are you returning back home by this time?” Priscilla asked the moment she saw me. ” I thought church dismisses by Noon?”

” Something happened in Church today,” I said, bending low to smell the tomato sauce.

” Well, thank goodness you are here,” Priscilla stood to her feet, grabbing her bag. ” I’m off to see Rollins right about now. I’m leaving you to prepare the rice and beans. When I’m back I’ll hear about it.”

And she rushed out of the door as if fired from a gun. I turned to Bella. Bella got up, grabbed her bag and after giving me a brief nod, she walked out of the door. From the window, a car was waiting for her, packed with the senior girls in campus. They drove off laughing and chatting down the highway.

That left only me in the house with a tomatoe sauce boiling on the gas cooker. All I had to do was boil the rice and beans and that was it.

While picking the rotten beans from the good beans, I took from the bowel in the house,bI began reflecting on what Pastor Sam told me today. Sure I liked Paul. But I was worried about him. Liking him was one thing, marrying him was another. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that kind of commitment.

I said I was going to pray about it, didn’t I? Well, I was definitely going to pray about it.

Just as I was about to get into it, Gloria and Lucy barged in with shopping bags on their hands.

I stopped immediately, deciding to postpone my prayers till later in the cool of the night. I didn’t feel comfortable praying infront of these girls. It’d be better when they’re asleep.

” Guess who went shopping,” Lucy sang, falling on the bed beside me. She nearly upset the beans I was picking.

” So what did you girls get for me from your shopping spree?” I asked, trying to flow with their mood.

Gloria drew out a fancy dress and gave it to me. ” Here, my treat.”

I would’ve kept it but I didn’t like it. The dress was too short and indecent for a lady like me.

” I don’t wear those.”

Gloria became mad. ” Don’t tell me that. Any girl would be crazy to have this dress in their wardrobe. It’s fashion. It shows your slender back, your cleavages and your thighs.”

I smiled kindly at her, trying not to hurt her feelings. ” You know as well as I do that I don’t wear such kind clothes. I was just kidding, you can have it back.”

Gloria moved away from me with a straight face. ” I just don’t understand you sometimes. What has religion got to do with what you wear? It’s not as if you’re snatching someone’s husband. You’re just trying to look good. coolval stories I know you’re a good girl but you’ve got to grow up and start dressing like a lady.”

” I’m okay with what I wear, Gloria,” I said. ” Thank you.”

Gloria shrugged, getting out of her clothes. ” You’re missing a lot, Cynthia. Don’t let religion get in the way of your decisions in life okay?”

” I’ll keep that in mind,” I paused, noticing Lucy was staring hungrily at me. ” Lucy, are you alright?”

” Can I help you boil the rice?” She offered sharply but I knew she only said that to conceal her real thoughts and intentions.

I just couldn’t figure out that girl.

As I poured the rice in the boiling pot, I stood back and decided this was the right time to let these two girls know of what happened today.

” Umm… guys, there’s this guy.” I began then stopped.

It was as if I triggered a bomb. Everyone turned to me with a startled look on their faces.

” Don’t tell me, you’ve finally found someone you like,” Gloria said excitedly. ” What’s his name, what’s his name?”

I tried to smile it off. ” His name is Paul.”

I saw the disappointment on her face. ” Oh, let me guess, he’s one religious dude like you, I’m I right?”

” What’s wrong with religious dude’s?” Lucy asked, watching the pot of rice boiling out white foams from the covers.

” I don’t trust them,” Gloria scoffed, wrapping her towel around her chest. ” They are too big mouthed and somehow hypocritic. I don’t like men who fake their lifestyles just to deceive the masses that they’re more righteous and more holier than others.”

The way she made it sound, it was as if she condemned religion itself. I had a feeling she was going to speak ill of Paul by the time I told her what Pastor Sam said.

” Well, my pastor says he’s my future husband. In a revelation, we’re meant to be together.”

This got a frown from Gloria and Lucy. Gloria slowly closed her wardrobe and turned to look me fully in the face. ” Marriage? By this time?”

I nodded. ” I mean, I’m not getting any younger I’m I? Take a look at Helen. She’s getting married next week and she’s just twenty four.”

” And how old are you if I may ask?” Gloria asked folding her arms.

I hesitated but I said it anyway. ” Twenty-two?”

” And you’re thinking of marriage at this critical time of your life?”

” What do you expect me to do? This is my pastor. He’s helped me since I became an orphan. Besides, this is his son, adopted as it may seemed. Still, I felt it’s right and only fair I married him.”

Lucy wasn’t saying anything but from the looks in her eyes, I could tell she thoroughly disapproved of what I just said.

” Do you know this man?” Gloria asked, frowning.

” He’s a young man, not old. And no, I’ve never seen him in my life but my pastor says—”

” Forget what your pastor says. I don’t give a hoot what your pastor says. What did you say?”

” I told him I’ll pray about it.”

” And have you prayed?”

” I’m about to but I postpon—”

” Good, there no need to pray. I’ve gotten an answer for you. Don’t marry that man.”

I stared at her, not sure if I heard her right. ” Gloria, please.”

” Im Serious,” she snapped. ” Look, I Know I’m a sinner and I ain’t fit for heaven. Who knows, if I die tonight, I’m sure I’m heading straight to hell. Unlike you, I’m a bad girl and I don’t give a hoot about it but it’s fine. One thing I’m sure of is that that guy they brought for you to marry, that pastor’s adopted son, is not the guy for you. Use your head, Cynthia. Don’t let religion get into your head Soo easily to blot out your thinking faculty.”

” Speak for yourself,” I retorted. ” You go out with unknown strange men. Men who should be seen with caution and warning. So what’s wrong with this man my pastor has a revelation about?”

Gloria’s raised her hands in the air. ” It’s called a hustle, sweetheart. I go out there to get money to eat and pay my fees not to go look for a husband. A husband is different from the many men I’ve hang around with. These men, I go out with them to have fun and get something to eat. But when my husband comes and I’m sure it’s gonna take a long time, I’ll be ready. You’re just twenty-two. You don’t need a husband right now.”

” So what happens if eventually God did want me to marry him?” I asked, knowing how good Gloria was at debates and arguments.

” I’m not God but I’d advice you to not go ahead with marrying this man. Take it slow and steady. Look, I’m not perfect but I like you. You’re one d--n kind, nice girl. I’ve got experiences with many men so I know the drill. I don’t want you to suffer the same fate I’ve seen many women suffer in the hands of cruel men.”

Lucy wasn’t saying anything. She was staring at her foot, lost in thoughts. I wondered what went on in her head.

She was supposed to say something. She always says something.

” Lucy?” I called.

She didn’t look at me. ” I think I side with Gloria this time.”

My eyebrows drawn down into an arc. ” Well, I still think you two are wrong.”

Lucy’s POV:

“Well, my pastor says he’s my future husband. In a revelation, we’re meant to be together.”

Those were Cynthia’s words. I hadn’t thought of it this much but it seemed like Cynthia was going to get knotted to this guy. It wasn’t really her fault but still, I felt like it was just too soon.

For a long time ever since I got to know her, Cynthia had always been kind to me. I’m a lousy cook but whenever we’re around, I learnt a lot from her. A day came when I was seriously sick, she took care of me, made sure I was well fed and that I took my drugs faithfully. She even prayed for me. Unlike the rest of the girls in my room, Cynthia understands me. It just seems like a heartbreak to see her go like that to a stranger she just met yesterday.

It was because of Cynthia that I hadn’t relocated to a different apartment since I got here a year ago. It was because of her, I barely eat without her cooking. It’s because of her I enjoyed listening to her Stories.

It’s because of her that I refused to have a boyfriend.

I was younger than her and a baby to everyone who gazed upon me. But Cynthia gets me. She understands my mood and flow. Truth is, I don’t want her to get married.

If only she was a man!

It was 9.pm. I lolled on my bed, still wide awake. I sprawled out there on my bed, straining my ears from the bed beside me.

Bella, Priscilla and Gloria were all out. We were alone again. At this stage, I felt a disturbing urge. An urge that’s been growing inside me whenever I slept next to Cynthia.

Turning my face, I turned my head to gaze upon Cynthia, sleeping peacefully in her pyjamas.

I imagined her without the clothes. The ever erecting nipples, the fire of desire always radiating from me to her, her very feminine special scent.

Cynthia was fast asleep. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I’ve been holding it for far too long.

I slipped into her bed, lying next to her without making a sound. I was in the bloody mood. This was crazy. I didn’t believe I was doing this.

My hands went up to her br**st and cautiously caressed it. I shivered as she moved a little.

This was stupid. What I’m I doing? What if she wakes up? I waited for a while then tried again.

Cynthia was still deep in sleep. I wasn’t sure if I should continue this. Yet i continued.

My hands began unbuttoning her pyjamas shirt. I didn’t want to button it down to her navel.

The looks of her pink bra filled me with lust. I’ve never lusted after a girl like this before. That’s what makes Cynthia special.

Pulling the bra upwards, her small br**sts boing before my face. I’ve seen her naked numerous of times, but with her all alone before me, without anyone else in the house but the two of us, made her nakedness more intimating and exciting.

Her nipples were small but very pointy and bouncy. Passing my tongue against my lips, I leaned forward and licked a n----e. The senation that ran through my spine, caused me to rear back and watched longingly at her two small pair of br**st. I grabbed a pair and squeezed it gently. Cynthia made a soft low moan that was as dreamy as a narcotic addict.

I was about to untied her pyjamas trousers when I heard footsteps coming from the doorway. I stiffened, rearing back in shock.

Priscilla unlocked the door with her key and barged into the room, sobbing like a little child. I heard her slammed the door shut and turned to my direction.

All she saw was me, sleeping peacefully on the other bed next to Cynthia with Cynthia’s pyjamas shirt buttoned up to its usually position and her blanket, covering her to her chin.

But Priscilla didn’t mind all these. She walked up to where I laid, threw away her bag far across the room and fell on the bed face flat, crying like a sick duck, her face on her pillow.

I heard her crying but I felt no sympathy for her. I was mad at her for barging in and ruining my whole chance of making love to Cynthia.

She was still crying. I closed my eyes and cursed her.