When Nqobani danced it was like watching a tigress hunt, grace and rhythm oozed from her very nimble body. She had the legs of a masai hunter, toned, long and lean.
Every woman in her class wanted a slice of her incredibly delectable body but she unfortunately only had eyes for Thobile. Thobile who seemed not to notice her, when others swooned and sighed, Thobile looked unaffected, when Jen giggled in the corner, Thobile practiced her routine, seemingly unaware of the goddess in the room.
Nqobani had ended a long relationship with a woman whom she had come to feel for like one feels for a sister approximately a year and 2 months ago. Where she had burnt with desire at her touch, in the final months of their relationship she had only felt the warmth one feels for a friend.
Like with most lesbian relationships, they were still the best of friends, the relationship had ended most amiably as it had become very clear to both of them that the fire was gone and never to return.
Nqobani had first become aware of her feelings for Thobile on the 15th of May 2013, she could easily point out the hour and minute it had hit her. The first stirrings of winter were in the air, on a Friday evening at 6pm, Thobile walked into her studio, complete with her usual verve and vigour, she swore out loud about the fact that she hated winter terribly and Nqobani looked up, seeing her as if for the first time, it was hard to explain, one minute she was just another woman, looking to Nqobani to teach her how to move her body to the music as if was one with her and the next she was the most delicious thing Nqobani had ever seen, she wanted, no she longed to sink her teeth into her long delicate neck.
Thobile looked up and caught her eye, she smiled, said hello and looked away, Nqobani’s world had been different ever since. She suddenly couldn’t wait for 6pm Friday night to arrive, and on the day Thobile missed her class, it was like the sun had left earth forever, never to shine again.
After 6 years of friendship she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why her heart had done the double on her mind. Thobile had been there when she and Lena went through the motions, always the supportive friend, forever reassuring.
Last Friday, she had almost made an ass of herself, longing desperately to feel this woman in her arms, she had chose her as a dance partner to illustrate a new routine, if she hadn’t been the talented dancer she was, she would have made a fuckery of the lesson, as it was, she had barely made it through the routine intact, breathing in Thobile’s sweat and light perfume was enough to bring her to tears of longing.
Nqobani wasn’t the type of woman to let love go by unrequited however and had therefore decided that the role of a swooning teenager was unbecoming of a woman her years, all 34 of them and was not going to take it sitting down anymore.
She had done all she could to draw attention to her feelings for the woman and failed, desperate situations called for desperate measures.
As everyone left, Nqobani and thobile stood chatting, Thobile complained about her day, she had a crazy boss Nqobani knew all too well, Nqobani just wanted to reach out and hold her to her breast.
All too soon, the studio she rented on 7th avenue in Melville was empty.
“I should go’, Thobile said realising that she was the only one left.
“Oh it’s no rush…unless of course you have a date”, Nqobani said stealing a look and hoping for her dear life that she didn’t.
Thobile smiled, “I just don’t want to keep you, that’s all…”, she said softly, running her fingers through her short brown locks.
What Nqobani didn’t know was that Thobile had had a thing for her for the longest time but had given up all hope for a relationship, they had been friends far too long, she constantly thought miserably.
She was still lost in her miserable thoughts when she noticed that Nqobani had moved, and was now standing right in front of her, she barely had time to react before Nqobani took her face into her hands and kissed her, very gently, unrushed, very very sweetly.
There was a frantic bustle about the place.
Everyone was busy with a chore, some cooked, others blew air into purple and white balloons, where as others like either one of the brides chased their tails, too nervous to sit still even for a second.Read more: This is the day I make you mine – a tale of a lesbian wedding.
Bren lay in the hospital room ,staring out into the rain ,hearing it pound on the roof relentlessly…she felt no peace that it bought in it’s wake ,her heart felt as clouded and crowded as the sky outside ,black and devoid of color.Read more: Somewhere in cyber space.
Life had brought pleasant surprises with the new year, the love birds were not spring chickens anymore, they had laughed, fought, matured and laughed again.
Mojo and Tan continued to find each other incredibly cool and awesome, they still made each other’s hearts skip beats and race on. Even during those moments when they wanted to tear each other to pieces, they managed to remember the love they shared and declare it.
Bleh and Dana had survived the drama of the last year and continued to build their relationship hard brick by very hard brick, they had recently moved in together and that was going as well as could be expected but all were holding thumbs.
One morning as Mojo and Tan drove to work, oh did I forget to mention? They moved in together, right before the year (2012) began. True to lesbian form I’m sure is what you are thinking…
Well Mojo , lesbian or not had a few curt words in response to that,’ there’s no time like the present’ and I tend to agree with her.
But let’s not get carried away, Mojo is saying something.
‘Did you see that?’ she asked Tan with childlike excitement in her voice.
‘No angel, I didn’t see it, I was trying not to drive us off the street and into some poor soul’s mid section, what was it?’ Tan replied with a mixture of impatient and tolerance for Mojo’s morning quizzes, she was used to them by now.
‘It looked like a man sleeping on the stoep on one of those metal benches, like you find at the park, either that or he is dead, and since dead appeals to the Sherlock in me, I will go with that, if it wasn’t for you driving like we are trying to get into formula 1, I might have seen clearly’. Mojo said mock irritably
Tan only managed a stern look in her direction,’ why don’t you remind me to slow down tomorrow, I’m sure it’s far from your dramatic expectations – probably someone who enjoys cooling off in the morning air or maybe they have trouble sleeping at night’.
‘I’m telling you, he is dead, they probably killed him and left him to rot, or maybe it’s a ghost, do you think it’s a ghost? He face was white and everything’ it was hard to break Mojo’s train of thought once she got going, the phrase ‘train of thought’ was coined with her in mind.
‘Ghosts don’t have white faces my angel, that is if they even exist’, replied Tan sensibly
The next day saw them racing past as did the next after that, since the week had drawn to a close, the mystery of the dead man on the stoep remained unsolved. In the meantime, they listened to Hallelujah by K D Lang, Mojo’s recent obsession, on the car radio and discussed the recent developments in Julius Malema’s trial.
The plan was to meet at Mojo’s little flat, which she had recently moved into after staying with bleh for just over a month – before deciding on where to proceed from there.
That way, they would be killing two birds with one stone, getting tan to see mojo’s humble aboard and getting their bearings figured out before venturing further into whatever path was opening for them.
Mojo was barely out of the shower when the phone started ringing and seconds later, tan announced her arrival, which undoubtedly set mojo off into a panicked frenzy of actions, the place was a mess, the bed unmade, she had to put some clothes on, after finding them ofcourse which was proving quite impossible a task.
She was finally ready and ran most of the way to the parking where tan was waiting patiently.
‘sorry I took forever’, she said, running fingers through her still wet hair and blushing.
‘it’s ok’, tan said,putting out her cigarette with her foot and blushing back.
‘had to do a bit of tidying up, take a shower….’ she trailed off and started to lead the way back to the flat.
‘i figured’, tan had laughter in her voice.
‘i like your bike’ she said of tan’s harley davidson.
Tan raised an impressed eyebrow,
‘it’s my baby’.
They walked on quietly.
‘place was a mess…’ mojo continued when the silence got too loud.
‘ my place gets that way too…’ tan put forth in consolation.
Mojo smiled and felt herself relax towards this woman.
She stole quick looks when she thought her guest wasn’t aware, noticing how shapely those denims made her ass look, and the exposed cleavage that tan had let slip accidentally on purpose.
She looked good,and the slight whiffs that came Mojo’s way indicated that she smelt wonderful too.
The walk to the flat was fast.
Tan voiced all the polite platitudes on seeing it, Mojo had an eclectic collection of things from her journeys which tan took turns admiring.
‘tea, coffee, juice?’ she later offered.
Tan felt a boldness she could hardly explain.
‘ actually what I’d rather right now…’
She walked over to Mojo without a word and taking a speechless face into her palms proceeded to administer a short but thorough kiss.
‘i’ve wanted to do that since we met’, she said when it ended.
Mojo reached over and their lips connected again, not wasting time with words – being all for action herself.
They had to tear themselves away from the flat some 30 minutes later, knowing that things might get out of hand if they didn’t and not really wanting to cross that bridge yet, Mojo had packed a picnic complete with a dry red wine and strawberries,
No doubt by the end of it,it was declared clearly and simply that a relationship had now began between Mojo and tan.
Eve was surprised to find A breaking up with her didn’t leave her as sad as she initially thought it would,perhaps she had sub-consciously known it wasn’t going to last,she found herself somewhat glad that it was over.more>
On reaching home,she had ran herself a hot bath with a dash of vanilla flavoured oils,some salts,lit a few candles and continued to relax herself with some wine.
Later her housemate – Angel,had brought home more alcohol and weed,and over great conversation with her house mate’s two other friends,they had gone on to knock themselves out.Throwing the complex into a riot as they sang,laughed and got high late into the night.
A few other friends had come over too,courtesy of Angel,who couldn’t be trusted with a secret,especially that of a house party-even one which hadn’t begun yet.
She remembered telling stories of lesbian sex and if it is any better than straight sex to a very rapt audience,Angel and her friends being as straight as rulers found the whole concept unimaginable, she remembered kissing several people aswell over spin the bottle,giggling endlessly and having more fun than she had in a very long time.
She suspected after she got time to digest everything,she would feel sad eventually,A had been a hot girl afterall,they had had some great moments,and ofcourse the sex had been mind blowing,but eve wasn’t one to get stuck in the past,life did go on and hers had definitely not ended yet.
‘hey’ bleh wrote and sent a rose.
‘hey stranger,where did you go?’, eve sent a kiss.
‘been around,it’s you with the busy life,am married,it gets dull’,bleh wrote,with the rolling eyes emoticon.
‘lol,you know you love being married,how’s wifey?’,eve sent a smile.
‘she is good,yea i love being married to her hot ass,i shdn’t complain..,
how’s everything with ‘you know who’?',bleh smiled back.
‘we had lunch yesterday,and a movie sunday..’,eve sent a cheeky smile.
‘ooooh,you’ve been busy little miss..i like,give me dirty details ASAP!’.
‘it was awesome,laughing with her over the movie and shovelling buckets of popcorn in our mouths,we later had coffee and sat talking for ages..’
‘i like her..but am confused,i met someone else saturday,at the picnic remember? We’re supposed to hook up again sometime this week..she is hot!! And gay..’eve finished with a thinking face.
‘I had such a great time with her,we walked and talked and laughed and talked some more,she is so funny and smart and and,gosh!’
Bleh sent a thinking face..
‘hectic situation you got there,someone’s na get burnt..’
‘i know,but i don’t want to make rush decisions and i like them both,damn! What to do????’ with creased brows.
‘Brb’,bleh wrote and was gone for about ten minutes.
‘sorry bout that,duty…’ bleh wrote when she got back.
‘it’s cool’,eve replied with a smile.
‘i duno what you shd do either,who do you like most?’
‘hmmm,A..iv known her longer and all,but you know the trouble with her..’
‘yea’,bleh was thinking
‘you cd always turn her lesbian,it has happened before’,bleh finished with a grin.
‘you know that’s not my game man,i don’t wana be looking over my shoulder at every turn,nope!’ eve ended with a sick face.
‘so why don’t you end it then?’
‘coz i like her,coz am greedy like that,hehehe,i know i enjoy her company..daing what a mess!!’
‘you can say that again..’
‘eish,gota go babes,later ya?’eve wrote and logged off.
‘later’,bleh wrote promptily.
An hour was all she had before she had to rush back to work.
She had dressed carefully for the day,a bright red long sweater,black patent shin length boots and navy blue skinny jeans. She had to admit,she looked hot.
Her long locks were tied up in a bun with a few loose ones framing her face.
They had agreed on a macdonalds,Eve stepped out of the taxi and half run the rest of the way there,she was alittle late,A was seated and immediately got up,they exchanged a tight hug and took their seats,proceeding to look at eachother for an eternally long moment,which was broken by A,
‘what are you going to have?’.she smiled softly,looking so radiant.
‘i duno,i’ll just have whatever you are having,how’s that?’ eve cdn’t string two coherent thoughts together,let alone decide what to eat,the sight of A was leaving her curiously unsettled.