Stella could hardly believe it. A gift she’d wished her man offer her someday, but never envisaged it would come; at least not this sudden.
She met Kelvin just a week ago, and now her wish has come true. She gazed at him, looked over her shoulder; the brand new BMW 7 series comfortably sat on its four wheels. She looked at the car keys on her palm, held it close to her face. What a pleasant surprise this is.
“Honey, tell me this isn’t a joke.”
“Anything for my sweetheart is not a joke. This is just to let you know how much I love you. I know it’s not enough.”
“Thank you, honey. I love you.” She dashed towards the car, moved round it, and peering through the glasses to view the interiors.
“Why don’t you open it and enter?” Kelvin asked, wearing a broad grin.
She loved the gift and could hardly hold this beautiful excitement as she ran and jumped unto Kelvin, and settled her butt and well shaped hips on his broad arms, crashing her lips on his. The kiss was brusque, as she slipped down his arms. “Oh my God, I can’t believe this.” She said.
“Come on sweetie, open the car and see inside.” Kelvin suggested. She handed the keys to him, knowing she knew nothing about opening nor driving a car; just the pretty daughter of a petty-trader, a single mother, who lost her dad long time ago and have known nothing but poverty. Kelvin opened it; she hopped in, looking and admiring the interiors.
“Honey, you’re going to teach me how to drive, right?”
“I think it’s better we register you in a driving school so you can learn everything about driving. What do you think?”
“Sure! That’s cool.” She agreed. She climbed down from the car, ran her hand into her Jean pocket and brought out her phone.
She floated out calls to her female friends breaking the news to them. As she made her phone calls, her eyes moved around the compound. The beautiful flowers that accentuated the beauty of Kelvin’s mansion and the car park in this large compound housing his fleet of cars, assured her there was more to come.
“Come on, sweetie, don’t you think it’s time we have a drink to celebrate your new car?”
“Oh you can say that again.”
“After that, we can cruise around in your new car.”
“This 2016 Christmas, Honey, we’ll rock this town. They’ll hear me. December, come quick!” she said excitedly, holding Kelvin from behind whilst he opened the entrance door to the sitting room.
They got into the cosy sitting-room chilled with air-conditions. She sank her butt to the sofa, picked the TV remote control and switched on the TV. Kelvin brought out Red-Wine with two glass cups, putting them on the stool beside Stella. He poured for Stella and himself and had a toast.
“To your new car.” Kelvin said as the glasses clinked.
“Yeah, to my beautiful car.”
Whilst she sipped from the cup, the thought of Fred found its way into her mind. She’d been thinking for the past few days how she would break up with her poor boyfriend who can’t even buy her airtime to make her phone calls, nor buy her common cheap shoes her mates wear.
This was the perfect time to break the news to poor Fred that she’s leaving him; and how he decides to take the news is his own business. Kelvin was a dream come true, a major breakthrough; she won’t allow Fred to stall her blessing. Never! Fred could go to hell for all she cared. This was her life, and she’d made her choice.
Kelvin sat beside her, running his fingers over her hair. He brought his arm down her shoulder, pulling her to himself. Her firm breasts, though blinded by her blue top, stared on his face. Stella took his lip into hers, kissing and caressing each other. Kelvin paused, taking off his clothes. “Honey, let’s do this inside the room. Not here.” Stella suggested.
“This sofa is okay.” Kelvin said.
“What if someone walks in?”
“I’m not expecting any visitor. Besides, the door is locked.” He assured her, now in his shorts and his little man that had long pitched a tent stared at Stella, desperate to be let off the restriction and heat. She turned around, allowing him to zip off her top.
Now in ecstasy, she encouraged Kelvin; “Give it to me, honey… yeah, give it to me… give it to me.”
Whilst her body was tapped, Stella still soared in pleasure.
“Stella!” She shouted her name, hitting her harder. “Stella wake up, the house is on fire.” Her younger sister alarmed her of the current danger. Stella woke up from her sleep, still sleepy and sweat had almost drenched her night wear from the heat in the small room apartment she lived with her mum and siblings.
“Where is Kelvin?” Stella asked, the sleep still taking a grip on her and unaware of the current danger.
“Who’s Kelvin? Stella come, let’s run out of here.” The sister shouted, dragging her from the bed, and coughing. The smokes had increased.