I Cheated

Far away in the sky, the murdering sun had dipped below the horizon and the last glow of the fleeting day lingered flaggingly. The endlessly mute placidity of nature was a sight to behold at the parking lot of a popular charismatic church in Accra. I had attended a wedding with my girlfriend, Ama Boatemaa. The groom was her paternal cousin. The ceremony presented me with a procession of men and women buoyed by youthful idealism and a sense of fashion. Through the rest of the service I was restless.

A young lady who sat directly in front of us had dressed provocatively. She was in skin- tight leather pants with a lace-up fly. She had unreservedly displayed a lack for God's holiness. My mind whirled and was a mess.My roving eyes was in intermittent stealth.

When the service ended, Ama Boatemaa had to take photographs with her family so I decided to wait for her in the car.Suddenly a flash of the lady who sat in front of me during the service caught my attention. Her car was parked a few meters from mine. She was almost leaving. I wanted to speak to her so I quickly rehearsed a few lines and got to her as quickly as greased lightening. Her hair was a rich shade of mahogany.

It fell brilliantly over her chest and flowed in waves to accentuate her glowing skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes were a bright emerald-green and seemed to brighten the world. She was strikingly gorgeous, like a portrait of a goddess brought to life. Her luscious thick lips were the colour of red rose. Her coy smile made me sigh with contentment. I felt this wave of energy, a rush and the touch of new skin.

The feeling of physically desiring someone new and the intensity of urgent sex .I introduced myself. Her smile was warm and the cadence of her honey sweet voice revealed shyness. Her dental formula was snow white with twinkling brown eyes and kissable ruby lips .She went by the name Adrian, an Ivorian student in Ghana. After cajoling her into giving me her number, I waved at her as she reversed expertly and drove down the road.

Thoughts of Adrian remained uppermost on my mind. I had become enamored with her inordinately. I wanted to spend my whole life thinking about her, not so much about Adrian the individual, but rather about how she had captured my mind. The curve of her huge buttocks wandered slowly along the byways of my memory. That evening, we spoke endlessly on phone and within days we had plunged into an affair which consumed both of us. We agreed to meet the following Saturday evening.

Shortly after I got to the meeting place, a light rain began to fall. I couldn't help worrying about the weather. But by the time Adrian arrived, the sky had cleared to reveal a beautiful moon. Unfortunately, the rain came down in torrents. It was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets, rattling along the shed and fiercely agitating the weak umbrella I held which was already struggling against the heavy rain. The rain was pouring straight down on us. I kissed her. She responded by leading me into the alluring comfort of her car to soft sensual music playing in the background. The male voice sang, "if you can find love don't trade it for gold''.

We tore at each other's clothes in a frenzy. With a touch of cool breeze and warm gentle touch on the back of her head, we softly licked at each others lips with my hand grips in her hair as I pulled her tightly close to me with our mouths alternating between open probing tongue and closed nibbling on each others lips. Our faces were covered with baby kisses. I licked the edges of her lips and lingered there awhile. At this point, she had lost all restraints. She was beyond bearing. She said to me in a hoarse whisper, "I want it now”. Under my glancing fingertips, I felt the minute hairs bristle ever so slightly along her shins.

My thumb moved along the cleft of her curved buttocks and my fingers spread across the labia. She slid down around me with my back arched convulsively. I could feel my balance- point shifting as quantities of fluids were pumped between my internal reservoirs, all in preparation for the copulation.She heaved herself over, legs wide apart and slid down around me .She rode me that way till she came. I kissed her forehead which was covered in dewy sweat, like a layer of velvet. Then she thrushed again and again. I fondled her huge and delightfully soft breast while thrusting against her buttocks until we both came. My orgasm flared in liquid raptures in a timeless space. That was the deepest ecstasy I had felt all my life.

A chill of remorse and disquiet run down my spine when I got home. I snapped out of it. The high had worn off. I knew that having a fling was wrong. I felt sneaky and dishonest. My mind fogged up and my eyes felt heavy with tears. My lips quivered as I tried to hold it back. I tried to swallow my tears but my will was too weak. My eyes itched and burned from holding back my tears. I felt weak and damaged. I didn't want to believe that it had panned out that way. I had bought into a fantasy.

I had stepped into the shoes of cheating boyfriends and cheated on Ama Boatemaa who gave me nothing but true love. She didn't deserve that. Her love was grounding to me, and I needed it, however dysfunctional it was at times. The guilt I felt literally ate away at my insides. All I could think about was how stupid I was for failing to control my libido which could ruin the best relationship I ever had in my life. That was the first time I had ever cheated on a girl. I felt worse than ever.

I stopped picking Adrian's calls. I sent her a message and asked her not to call me anymore. I told her I had wronged my girlfriend. She wanted us to have it one more time but I refused. She said she would give her eye teeth to have what is between my legs to herself.I loved Ama Boatemaa more than I had ever loved anyone. Even though I didn't have the courage to confess to her, my unfaithfulness haunted me. I refused to entertain the stray thoughts anymore so I replaced them with psalm 25:11,which says,"for the sake of your name,o Lord,forgive my iniquity, though it is great''. I said to myself, "Never again".