A few meters into the sandy beaches sat a protruding figure. A figure of a male being, albeit alive, grappling with space in an attempt to piece together a part of him that had wandered off into the unknown. Jake stares into thin air as if trying, albeit in vain, to locate his lost soul. A little glance and you could tell he was in deep thought. A man in pain, perhaps. The kind of pain only brought forth by the opposite sex.
Jake had met Purity in his second year of campus. She had just registered for first year herself, and was climbing down the stairs of the Administration Block when Jake first caught sight of her. Tingles of lust quickly trickled down his thin-frame of a body as he thought to himself all the ‘manly’ stuff he could do to her genitals if locked in a room with her for just a few minutes…nay, scratch that…seconds. Scenes from the blue movie he had stayed up late last night watching crawled back to his mind and a for a minute there he closed his eyes, unwary of the present surrounding, and pictured himself and the beautiful damsel before him in his bed. He was rudely awoken from his reveries by a slight bulge which was steadily erupting in his trousers and he quickly put his ‘evil’ thoughts to rest, not wanting to embarrass himself by having a boner right at the center of a room swarmed by both students and lecturers of either gender. But one thing still remained engraved in his mind; He wanted this mortal.
See, Jake was the type that believed in no such thing as love. He had had countless girlfriends but none he was ever truly in love with. This always resulted in break-ups so he had decided to give relationships a cold shoulder as they were a practical waste of time. He didn’t want a woman to cook for him, he just wanted one who could ‘ride’ him to the world yonder. He had a way with women and the process was always the same. He saw a girl, he got a boner and all he ever thought of after that was sex. He had quite literally slept with half the women in his previous apartment, causing quite a scuffle when they all finally came to and had to be forcefully evicted by the caretaker after a unanimous decision by fellow tenants. You would think experience is the best teacher but even after this, Jake never seemed shaken. He moved elsewhere and continued hopping from bed to bed like a sex-crazed machine. He never had enough. Day or night, anytime was the perfect time. And when he wasn’t studying, or having sex with some random woman on the roof, Jake spent his time flipping through blue movies. You know, the ones the old generation call ‘porn’. And he stored them in plain sight, cleverly encrypted in abundance in a folder on the desktop named ‘CLASSWORK’. The last place a skimmer would think of looking, right? Sex wasn’t just sex to Jake, it was art.
On the other hand, Purity, just like her name advocated, was still one of the few pure (read; virgin) breed of souls walking the face of this universe. Whatever she did, she did it with graceful demeanor and left with her head held high. Wherever she went, she left tong’ues wagging and trousers rumbling in excitement. If we are all God’s creation, then God probably moulded Purity after a nice warm meal of Ugali and Samaki diligently prepared and served to Him by the most glorious of souls up there. She had the eyes of a goddess, a mouth as round and amazingly tiny as the head of a dining spoon, breasts sizable and soft enough for just the perfect handful, well arched hips and bottoms able to dismiss Vera Sidika’s as a joke, and a soul pure enough to give Mother Teresa butterflies in her grave. Throughout her entire 18 years of breath, she had had just one boyfriend whom she loved with all her heart but who broke and tore it to tiny pieces after she refused to give up whatever lay beneath those beautiful legs citing personal reasons. And just like Jake, Purity had set her mind off relationships till “Mr. Right” came stumbling along.
As Jake just stood there motionless, ogling at her seductively slither down those torturous stairs, the urge to have her rose by ounces and he couldn’t take it anymore so he walked a few paces towards her but just before he could utter jack, Purity smiled in etiquette and murmured, “Hi, would you happen to know the directions towards the hostels? I’ve been allocated a room in Hall 1 but I can’t quite trace my way there as this is my first time here.” Jake was totally blown off. Not that he didn’t know where the female hostels were, heck he was the most frequent visitor to the female hostels in the entire school. Even the care taker knew him and rarely asked for his school I.D these days as he had once heckled her over the habit. But who did this girl think she was stopping him in his tracks like that? And asking him things? Why couldn’t she ask the other seven thousand plus students in the school where the damn hostels were? But somehow, deep inside, he was glad she chose to ask him. He was honored.
“Yeah, Sure. Hall 1 is just a few corners from here. Am not really the best in terms of giving directions but I could just escort you there, if you don’t mind.” Jake replied.
“Thanks but, you sure you don’t have a class to attend? I’ll be fine with just the directions and, besides, I wouldn’t really want to be a bother.” Purity mumbled back.
Of course he had classes to attend, he was an Engineering student for Chrissake. But in the presence of a downright dazzling lass as this, every man would be free. Besides, he probably wouldn’t have understood any of those concepts anyway, the lecturer always sounded gibberish to him. So, looking on the positive side, this would pass just fine as a valuable use of his time.
“No…I have nowhere to be. And you don’t have to worry about being a bother either, the pleasure is all mine.”
Purity was impressed. Not once, since Adrian; her first and only love, had another man spoken to her in such a flattering and pleasant manner as this. So with just a simple, “Okay, if you say so. Why not?” reply, her journey into Jake’s crazy, wild and openly disgusting world would unravel at a quickening pace unbeknown to either of them.
What did Jake really say to Purity on their way to the hostel? How did he, a sex-craved miserable being, charm his way into a pure heart so undeserving of his craziness as this? Did he finally get to lay her too? And if so, why is he presently lying alone in the sand sad?
Find out in the next chapter, I had to pause here to go watch the World Cup too.