Saturday, March 5, 2011

CBC under 250 words fiction competition - The theme given: WORST DATE

From the moment I set eyes on Malika, that is, when I moved into the aisle to enable her to occupy the window seat, an amorous seed was sown within me.  During the next two days, it rapidly blossomed into a romance exuding such passions of love and lust that I wanted nothing less than to share a lifetime with her.
I was twenty-four returning from a teaching position in Japan.  Malika was fifteen, but with a voluptuous body that left me with no guilt feelings of indulging in paedophilia.  She was travelling to attend an English proficiency school in London. 
During the long flight from Bangkok, we had already established a good rapport so at Heathrow when we parted, we agreed to meet later following a nap. 
I saw her from afar waiting at the specific corner in Bloomsbury.  We instantaneously embraced like long lost friends.  We then aimlessly walked, talked and laughed till it was time for her to return back to her dormitory.
Next day we agreed to meet again.  I became her guide as we strolled holding hands and visiting several famous monuments.  By dusk we moved to a small park sheltered from the maddening crowd.  Sitting on the lawn, we started passionately kissing and caressing.  I then slid my hand up her loose cottony skirt.   By the time she said, “No, wait, I think you not understand,” my hand had advanced further and in shock I felt her or, rather, his erected penis.