The Chocolate Ice Cream - Part One

It was a bonny Friday evening. Joy and I had finished a pending load of homework. With the weekend around the corner, we both were luxuriating over the timeless silence. Every Friday night comes with a bundle of Joy's happiness just as this one. Friday night meant spaghetti with red sauce followed by chocolate ice-cream to welcome the magic of my little one's colourful dreams. It was already half past 8 and we were indulging the heavenly meal with the amusing sight of 'Oggy and the cockroaches'. After ravishing a scoop full of chocolate ice cream, we brushed our teeth and I put him to bed. It was almost 10. I couldn't help myself from gazing at the essence of my life who was resting so peacefully. It was just us, me and him, for almost 2 years now. His father passed away when he was six, a doleful incident. It hasn't been an easy ride, being a single mother. Not financially; I am all loaded with my architect degree. Having something to lose has really hindered my lonesome to survive. 

My best friend finally got me to check out Tinder after months of convincing. I have been persistently hesitant about once again exploring my womanhood. Besides online dating seemed translucently foxy to me. Strangers drooling over your sexy curved body, I felt like I have passed ages for such recklessness. Alas! The wild spirit suppressed within me was now urging to come back to the ground. I am human after all. I lost control and here I am swiping right and left on Tinder as I watch my son chasing unicorns in his dreams. People had written epistles of their personality in the bio section, I noticed. Lousy and boring, some sounded misogynists and some worth complete negligence. My eyes started to shut; for a moment I laughed at myself for being so desperate and almost tucked myself in. My phone buzzed and a hot flaming like symbol was blinking in the notification panel. The other person who had liked me was just a mile around. He had no bio. His profile said, 'James, 29, call me for a good time'. To the point, I thought. But again, was I willing to offer myself such discreteness? I thought no and instead of locking the phone, I accidentally swiped up. Little did I know, I had just super liked the guy. Within a few seconds, there was a ping in my inbox. 

I have been strictly reserved for the sake of my son for I found myself chatting with the guy. He asked me where to meet and I insisted on my apartment. I was not going to abandon my son for some stranger and surely not going to lead him anywhere while my son sleeps in the next room. Till this moment, I had no sense of my actions. When my conscious returned, I knew I had to cancel. In that weak moment of panic, I picked up my phone to take a rain check. He must have been spying on me for he arrived just before I was about to hit send. I asked him to wait while I changed into a black tank that I bought 4 years ago. Made myself look like a lady and answered the door. He was standing with his back to my face. He turned around a few breaths later for me to fit him in my widely open eyes. Sex on my fucking pants I thought as I oozed into his strongly built torso that was as broad as my longing for exploration. He turned around, drawing his last puff of the cigarette that looked completely harmless in his grip. Tossing that out, he said, 'Hi! You called me for a good time?!' I forgot I have to answer for I was shamelessly eyeing his body from head to toe. He tapped on my forehead to bring me back to the present.       

I greeted him with the utmost formality. I showed him to the living room to ensconce himself. He smiled at me charmingly and then at the room which is when I realised the lights were already dim for I had forgotten to switch them on. He was an angel, so flawlessly built and so so fucking handsome. He sat across me on the sofa with his one leg crossed over the other. He leant back and took a sip of wine that I offered. There was a moment of complete bizzare awkwardness. To thank the Gods, he broke the tension by asking me my name and what was my game. I had no clue how to answer the game part of the question which Mr. smarty pants concluded. He blabbered about himself and what he was actually looking for that night. I was still pretty confused about where to start. So, I told him my story in bullets, straight to the point except for the fact of that night as I, myself had no idea. His affirmative countenance actually soothed me. He was quiet for a moment. Finally, figuring a way out, he had a proposal for me and my misery of lonesome. To honour my honesty, he asked for the night of passion strictly peripheral to my boundaries and see if it's worth it for the later chitchat. Everything that was happening was very new to me for I have been living in a cage with my son. 

To persuade me more effectively, he got up, unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. There, he was standing 6 feet tall with his enchanting six packs that I raved to devour like a hungry little beast. OhMyGod! He was looking right into my eyes for he already knew the answer. As he was a gentleman, he only had to wait for my verbal consent. It was the moment with its absolute burden on me as I thought of exploring his nakedness in a thousand different ways. Sweats of tension started dripping down from my head, palms to my face. It indeed was an altering moment. Will I or Won't I, find out in the next part.