Let's see where this chapter will take us
Supi woke up grudgingly, having no longer been able to resist the sunshine falling on her face or the phone vibrating next to her pillow. She was of medium height with beautiful thick hair which a hair dresser once complained about and brown eyes that poets write about and body to suit. Though she was at times very critical of herself, the tempting curves of her body still pleased her when she didn't scroll through any of the women's magazines so easily available at work.
"Hello?" Supi asked, rubbing her eyes in an effort to wake up
"Heyyyyy, babe. I'm so glad you're up!"
"You are way too perky and happy at this hour, Christine", she replied sighing to herself "it's only 9 am on a Saturday here. What's up?"
"Ahhh, I just couldn't wait to tell you the news! And I know that we have 9 whole hours between us BUT I've been keeping this all to myself and I can't anymore," Christine spoke at such a speed that Supi was reminded of the 90's when you didn't want to spend money on minutes and would rush through a dialogue to get things across. "OMG, so remember how I was slaving over this super important presentation a month ago?"
"Yeah, sure and keep talking, I put you on speaker while I make myself some Chai" Supi said walking to her white tile kitchen with chestnut shelves and cupboards.
"So, my PI (principle investigator i.e. supervisor) apparently just received word that it was accepted to a conference!"
"That's awesome..." she trailed off, looking for a small sized pot while the stove top was warming up. "Which conference is it? You guys applied to like 3 or 4"
"That's the best part! It's the same one you're going to!" As soon as the words left her mouth, Christine could hear the loud clanking noise made by the pot falling and Supi screaming in utter and complete joy.
"You're not just joking are you?! Are you?" Supi demanded, holding her breath.
"Nope, we're both going to the computational conference in South Africa in just a week, which is such a short time. I hope you mean to come a few days before the conference and stay a few days after, we need to have some fun while we're there!"
"Yes! I'll get my tickets today and we'll coordinate which days are best. I definitely didn't expect such a wonderful surprise this morning"
Having agreed on the amount of days they'd spend on this conference, Supi finally decided to take a look at the message that she's been unwilling to open so far. Mustering her courage up, she listened to the voicemails he left on WhatsApp and the picture he sent. There he was bothering her again.
When they met he was the strangest combination of a bad-boy and a kid next door that was caring and helpful. He stood at a perfect height of 5'9" (173 cm) and had a nice muscular frame that made her the envy of every girl in the room when they would walk in.
Her cell phone calling brought her out of her reverie, it was him, it was Nadir.
"So have you thought about what I said in that voicemail?" he asked somewhat shyly and at the same time impatiently.
"I just saw it and I don't know Nadir. It might not be a good idea for us to travel together. We're over, you wanted this yourself. What are you trying to do?"
She could practically feel him smile on the other end of the line which made her first roll her eyes and then cozy up on her couch.
"I am being friendly, that's what we agreed to in the first place, right? And why can't friends travel with each other Supi?" he said, his voice caressing her soul as his hands once did with her body. "I'm not far from your house, could I drop by? We talk so much better in person."
Supi hesitated, her apartment has not been cleaned yet and she was still in her PJ's. Yet, there was something in her pushing her to just say yes.
"Fine but mind you, I haven't cleaned yet but as we're only friends, you can't judge me on it."
Nadir chuckled and promised to be there shortly
Supi managed to bring the apartment and herself in some semblance of order just before he rang the doorbell. As she opened the door, she was struck again by how handsome he was. Seemingly ignoring her stunned look, he walked through the open door, placed the bag of groceries on the counter and started to taking the contents out, pulling out a pan and he looked in her direction.
"What do you say about French toast for breakfast, Supi?" Nadir said breaking the silence while pulling out the butter, making her realize how comfortable he still felt at her place though this apartment was relatively new. Perhaps it was her what made him comfortable. She shook her head, with a half hidden smile he didn't miss, and went over to the fridge.
What Supi had missed was the effect she had on him. What she considered a tshirt unfit to be worn outside, did wonders highlighting her beautiful figure as did the black tights. He cursed silently whomever made tights a thing to be worn anywhere and around anyone. He felt himself getting more wound up as imagined peeling each of the items tantalizingly slow from her body.
Supi on the other hand, was trying to calm her rapidly beating heart and convince herself that the handsome man standing there making toast, filling the room with a delicious aroma of vanilla and cinnamon was unattractive. She kept trying to remember the person she was dating right now but he was ignoring her and living in his own world while here was Nadir – looking all handsome and being caring enough to make breakfast for them both.
"I know that you tend to skip breakfast on average but I still don't approve, so I thought best not to come empty handed," he said placing the food prettily on each of the plates and carrying them over to the coffee table.
"I got the coffee," Supi practically squealed out as she felt his body brush against hers, her nipples standing up to attention, making her cringe – her sports bra wouldn't be able to hide this.
As she sat across from him, for a moment she thought that he glanced at her with an all-consuming look but put it away from her mind as they started to enjoy their unorthodox breakfast.
"So what say you? Shall we travel together?" Nadir continued ignoring the light scowl she threw his way.
"We can definitely travel together but Christine and I have already chosen the dates we want to be there" she replied as a matter-of-fact-ly.
"Christine is coming? But how is that possible? Wasn't she working with Biochemistry or medicine or something? How did she get into a computational conference in South Africa?"
"She's been interdisciplinary for a few years now, Nadir, doing Bioinformatics and stuff. She published an article recently and then did more work. Long story short, her PI applied for this conference and she's in."
"So what did you ladies plan to do during this conference?", he said leaning back on the couch, his back now partially covering the sweater she forgot to move.
"You know, girl stuff."
"Oh don't be difficult Supi, you know that we'll see quite a lot of each other when we're there," he said with laughter playing in his eyes as he graced her with his beautiful smile, sending shivers down her spine. "Feeling cold?"
Realizing that his eyes have dropped down and noticed her nipples on attention, she blushed putting an arm over her in what felt like an overly indiscreet manner to her but she wasn't about to let him have the upper hand.
"Hand me that sweater you're sitting on?" she said with a bit more force than she wanted in the first place.
"Well, if you're going to be difficult, then so shall I," he laughed, folding his arms over his muscular chest and challenging to get the sweater herself. As she made a huffing noise, while looking to the side, showing her indignation and tried walking around the coffee table – she tripped and fell right into his lap, her hands resting on the chest she was looking at earlier.
She blushed so profusely while they shared a steamy silence. His arms snaked their way up her legs to gently rest on her waist as she stood there frozen. Supi's mind was racing, she couldn't let him back into his life again – he had been the one to let her go, she couldn't just succumb to his charms again but she was wavering none-the-less, her breath starting to come in more shallow than she would have liked to admit.
"You're still sitting on my sweater," she whispered.
"Do you honestly care about that sweater, Supi? Be honest with me," he said his voice husky before he held onto her waist tighter and flipped himself sideways, pulling her along with him. They ended up laying on the couch flat and face to face, he on the bottom and she right on top of him with his arms still holding her waist.
"You did that on purpose," she continued to whisper become more and more overwhelmed by the warmth of his skin and light muskiness of his skin.
"But I don't think either of us minds besides you tripped all by yourself - your gorgeous self."
Nadir shifted slightly, making her lose her balance just a bit and falling flat onto his chest, with her breasts crushed by her weight and their roundness visible through the neck of her shirt.
"You're impossible…"was all she managed to mumble before his mouth captured his in an all possessive kiss that sent her senses reeling. Her arms started to stroke his hair as she herself deepened the kiss, elucidating a deep moan from him.
Feeling less than patient, his hands started to move higher up her body, pulling the shirt along with them. Supi didn't struggle but instead, without breaking the kiss, helped him pull it all off and began to undress him as well.
"You are impossible, Nadir," she said shifting her body and inadvertently ending up right onto of his erect manhood before capturing his mouth with hers.
What will happen next? Stay tuned and find out in the next chapter.
