Ray Dear

Heads turned wherever she past. At only fourteen, Ray Dear was causing uproar and sighs could be heard escaping the gaped mouths of lecherous, virilious men. She enjoyed being in the centre of admiration and hardly would she miss an opportunity to release her torpedoes. Though she was still too young, her body was painting a different picture.

Sundays were her days when she would dress spic and span. She enjoyed the murmurs and the lustful and bewildered ogling in the church. She could walk in during the middle of a sermon, trudge confidently, elegantly all the way to the front bench and, as if to pronounce her grand entry, her high heels rarely disappointed. Even the most disinterested person won't ignore the kong kong. It would be irritating to some though most attended the service in order to pick at her bumptious thighs. Her screaming perfume would pronounce her presence in the church just like you won't mistake a he goat in your surroundings.

Ray Dear had everything. She was a stunningly beautiful girl with long, slender neck, impeccable pure white eyes with a tiny black ball at the centre. They were invitingly captivating and every man who got the chance to look at them at a close range would be hypnotized. They were eyes which came in handy often and were in fact one me the most precious asset she had. Her well curved body can only be termed as the evidence no how meticulous the creator was when He was engaged in creating her. Every angle was to the proportionate measure and each organ in its place producing an intricate piece of creation. She had those long athletic legs she enjoyed flouting around but who can blame her? With such a beautiful body even Virgin Mary might consider losing her virginity just to have a chance to show them around. Such a beauty is not one to keep all to just oneself, no, that would be selfish and Ray dear didn't consider herself selfish.

Her lips were a sake shade of pink complementing her brown skin. Whenever she smiled, an array of perfectly arranged white teeth shone. Whenever she walked, her firm bottom would shake with every step as if mocking whoever would be staring, and oh, there would certainly be a culprit. They were not too big bottoms though they won't pass for small. What is true is that they were in precise proportion with her body. For those who didn't fancy asses, the pair of boobs on her chest would leave you paralysed. Other girls were constantly filled with envy in the presence of Ray dear often making them scurry since looking at her made them question God.

She grew up being the admiration of many. Being her mother’s blue eye left her arrogant and conceited. Though Ray Dear was brought up from a humble and poor background, she could never swear of ever lacking anything. Since sometimes it was not always availed promptly, her impatience made her more innovative. After all you couldn’t blame her for at heart she was still a child albeit one in an inflated body.

"Baba Jemo likes me, I’ve seen how he always looks at me", she thought. "I’ll ask him to help me”.

That’s how it started, a simple innocent but rather advertently stupid and ingenuous resolution. Baba Jemo was her next door neighbour, a family friend for ages. To the eyes me the villages, if was a quintessential of hardworking family man a perception that half earned him respect, not only to the old but equally with the young. Even the old respected him. Only one person in the village had more reverence of the villagers than him; the headmaster.

Baba Jemo had seen Ray Dear grow up with his children. He was there when she was born though that now seemed ages ago. Now Ray Dear was in class seven and her feminine body was shaping all too well. She was naive about it, prosaic about the changes happening to her. The sight of the burgeoning little tits made Baba Jemo's mind take a digression down the fantasy lane and though he tried shrugging the intrusively nagging thoughts off his lascivious self, it sent blood pumping in his manhood. For a married man to be carried away by the mere prospect of adventures if could have with a small girl is something he found repugnant. He had always read news about men molesting young girls with unabated contempt. He closed his eyes, tried hard to fill his mind with something else and only with a lot of struggle did he manage to shut the immoral thoughts.

He continued spraying his potatoes occasionally refilling his pump with the pesticide. To keep away stray thoughts of Ray Dear, he was thinking about his wife and daughter. His daughter was the same age with Ray, and though she could not match Ray's beauty, what she lacked in looks she compensated with brains. She was smart and intelligent with a magnetic memory and a cute eye for details. He dearly loved her and sworn he would kill if any man ever laid his hands on her. Thinking about his daughter brought the picture of Ray in his mind. He tried to shut the image out and replace it with his daughter but her soft melodic voice was clearly unmistakable. He froze, sure that something was amiss with him but he couldn't figure what. Again the voice rent the air startling him. He spun only to find Ray Dear standing so close to him with all he alluring beauty. He shut his eyes, now certain that he was losing his grip on reality. For a moment he contemplated that perhaps the pesticide was getting into him making him see things. He took a long breath which came with the sweet scent of her cheap perfume. He opened his eyes only to meet her flinty imploring eyes all on him. She looked beautiful in her moment of stupor.

"Are you alright Baba Jimmy?”

He tried to speak, mumbled something. His muddled brain was failing him. He traced the outline of her body and liked everything he saw. He wanted her there and then. For a moment it didn't matter about her age, he didn't care that she was his friend’s daughter and also her daughter’s friend. The little teenybopper, he felt was seducing him!

Suddenly he realized he had to say something.

"I'm ok, you just surprised me", he eventually mumbled. With that came the realization of his throbbing manhood, and he turned around, ashamed and wondering if she had noticed it. "This little devil, God what’s wrong? What am i thinking?" he cursed inwardly.

Events were moving faster than he had anticipated. That morning where this uncanny feeling first crept in his mind, he had vainly shrugged it and hadn't given it much thought. He wished he had explored the possibility of nailing the little queen, wished he had given it much attention for he was now lost in which direction to go with it. He wished he had figured out how to execute his evil plan.

His trail of thought was interrupted by the piquant voice of Ray, "Sorry to surprise you, I enquire if you'll go to town soon? I was looking for someone to buy for me hair glo in town."

He stared at her blankly, this thoughts completely failing him. No matter how hard he tried to keep the thought of him laying her, the idea remained stubbornly pegged in his mind. The harder he tried to shrug the nasty thoughts, the stronger the urge became.

"I might go tomorrow morning", he found himself mumbling even though he had no such plans. He licked his dry lips, lustfully fantasizing at her inchoate breast. He wondered how his hands would feel around her breast, how smooth and soft her lips would feel against his. He could swear she didn't have a bra; her tiny pointed nipples were clear evidence. His mind gravitated around her groin curious what she had on. Would he fit in? He had to find out and he wanted to find out now!

Ray Dear caught his eyes and momentarily understood what he thinking was. The headmaster had called her to his office a couple of times and tried in vain to convince her into doing it. At first she had not understood his fascination with her and though she had not allowed him put his thing in her, she had let him touch her breast and grope her body while she watched with amazement how his face had brightened, and how lustfully he had groped her body. He had even turned to begging and pleaded something Ray Dear could not understand. How could a revered man who commanded respect from all the parents including the aged be reduced to a beggar, pleading with a mere school girl?

That day in the headmaster's office she realized what she had was indeed a treasure with which she could use to control even manipulate the lots of men who were always nicer to her than they were to other girls, her friends. What she felt when the headmaster was caressing her had been a strange but pleasant feeling, one she had never felt before. It was as if his hands had electrical power which sent mild shocks all over her body, leaving her numb and begging for more.

Now standing here in front of Baba Jemo, seeing him looking so lascivious, her body demanded for him. She had respected him and admired him like everyone else admired him in the village but today she saw him in a totally different eyes. She saw that not even the revered Baba Jemo was immune to her charms. With a gleeful smile she eyed at his groin and was satisfied to find what she expected. He shuddered embarrassed with the realization that Ray Dear had read his mind and was fully aware of his dirty thoughts. He opened his mouth but his tongue failed him. His lips were trembling, eyes begging as he stretched his hand, run it over her smooth face, rested it on her shinny hair and looked beseechingly in her eyes. He didn't see any rejection or approval in them. In the back of his mind he was aware of the abhorrence nature of the act in his mind but his thoughts remained blurred, clogged with a deep tenacity that couldn't wear off. He tried to think of all the possibilities, all the repercussion of his act. He was still thinking about how despicable his act was but still pulled her close and planted a deep kiss in her tiny mouth.

It didn't bother him that it was on a broad day light and in the open. It didn't bother him that the girl was like a daughter to him. He wasn't bothered or didn't seem to care.

Pulling her tiny skirt, he laid her on the sweet potatoes vines, quickly unbuckled his leather belt and navigated his way in her.

She flinched with seething pain before letting out a loud mournful scream. He quickly covered her mouth and pushed deeper. He was still engaged in his sadism, when someone let a wail from close to them. He turned only to come face to face with his wife and daughter. The thermos flask dropped from her hands as she went berserk wailing loudly after seeing what her lovely husband was doing. 

Soon the whole village would be in his shamba. Soon.

                                                                                                                © Steve Karathi