SCENT OF DECEIT

Looking at her now, he breathed a sigh of relief; certain she was in her mid-twenties. There is no way a sixteen year old would possess beautiful breasts of that magnitude; he mused, forcing himself to peel his eyes from her chest. He looked up at her smiling face. “Walter?” She asked as she slowly walked up the steps to where he was standing; “or should I call you by your Facebook name, Lumbadzi?” “It is my last name, however Walter will do.” He answered; surprised that what he had planned to say to her the moment they meet had evaporated from his brain. “I am Nomsa or you can call me by my facebook name; Nomsa.” She joked and could tell that he was a bit unnerved by her calmness. “It is so nice to meet you Nomsa.” He smiled, extending his hand. “A handshake feels a bit awkward, wouldn’t you say?” Nomsa smiled back, looking at his extended hand and not offering hers. “Why? What do you mean?” He quickly dropped his hand, dipping it into his pocket on the pretext of searching for something. “After all those steamy chats we had on facebook, I was expecting a hug.” Nomsa purred, climbing the last step until she was on the same level with him. “Oh, how silly of me…I was going to, but then I wasn’t sure if…” “…If I would hug you back?” Nomsa finished the sentence for him, giggling. “Yes.” He said opening his arms; he wrapped them around her. She felt soft and yet firm. Nomsa was warm and yet her touch gave him goose bumps throughout his body. “Walter, I hug men all the time…but you, you are a bit tense, you don’t do this often, do you?” “No, I don’t go around hugging men.” He joked, thankful that his sense of humour had not evaporated together with his machismo.