The Jailbird Episodes 35 and 36

by Aaron Ansah-Agyeman

It is very late when Chris approaches the Boys’ Quarters.

He is still running. He ran from Effe’s house all the way here, and he is out of breath. His T-shirt is soaked and plastered to his skin. His breath come in wheezes, and his huge frame is still vibrating from the night’s severe torture.

The porch is dark, and as he climbs the steps a dark figure detaches itself in the shadows and approaches him. He can see in the dim night light that it is a woman. He stops and frowns.

“Chris,” Barbara says huskily. “It’s me.”

“It’s late, Barbara. What’re you doing here?”

“I’ve been waiting for hours, Chris,” Barbara says in a rush.

Chris walks past her and inserts his key in the door lock.

“Go home, Barbara, please,” he says brusquely. “I’m not in a good mood this night.”

She says nothing as he goes inside, but she follows him in and kicks the door shut. Chris rips his T-shirt off and kicks off his sneakers. He pulls his jeans down and his boxers follow shortly. Naked and in emotional pain, he walks past her into the bathroom, gets under the shower, and turns on the ice-cold water.

He emerges forty minutes later, sure that she is gone. She is not in the living room. He locks the door and, still naked, pads into the bedroom.

Barbara is standing near the bed. She has taken off her dress, and she is wearing only black panties and a bra with her back to him. He stops, and as he looks at her, she slips one bra strap down her shoulder, and then the other. She turns the bra around, unclasps it, and lets it fall to the ground.

She hooks her thumbs into the edge of her panties, and then she pulls it down her hips and down to her feet. She is bent over now, her incredible behind jutting out and up, the dark shape between her thighs sharply accentuated. She straightens slowly and waits.

Chris shakes his head numbly…

Chris sees Effe!

He sees Steve naked, erection pointing to the floor as it wilts. With a little moan of pain, he bridges the gap between them. He clamps hot hands on her waist and pulls her into him. Her derriere is now nestling on his enraged manhood. She arches her back, curls one hand around his neck, and offers her lips to be kissed.

“Make me a woman, Chris, please make me a woman!” Barbara moans passionately.

His hot lips blaze down her neck and he nibbles her earlobes as his hands creep up and cup her firm breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples. She moans. Chris releases her and steps back suddenly, his face tortured.

“Damn it, Barbara! I can’t! You need gentleness, but this night I’m a savage. I can’t do this to you. My soul is shattered, and I just want this pain to leave my heart. I’ll just be using you, and I’ve vowed never to do that to any woman ever again.”

She steps fully into his arms, drags his head down and clamps her hot wet lips on his and kisses him fiercely, violently. She takes his hand and slips it between her legs.

With a lost groan he caresses her inner core, and her body trembles as if she is in a gale. Her hands are clamped on his erection, tugging impatiently. They fall on the bed and his tongue blazes a trail on her nipples! She moans, her body going into incredible arches and curls like a horny snake. He is lying on top of her. Her legs part, and a moment later he slips into her.

Her breath catches sharply, and her hands grip him in a chokehold. Her thighs grip him tightly. He grips her beautiful derriere. She draws his head down and kisses him feverishly, in total abandon and submission as he begins a gentle rhythmic stroking.

He sees Effe’s face, and he moans, moving faster in desperation, forcing himself to concentrate on Barbara, to drive Effe and her pain out of his system. She is squirming and groaning with pleasure beneath him.

It is a long night… and they don’t sleep till dawn…

Much later, as she sleeps the sleep of the dead, he gets off the bed and pads to the bathroom.

Oh, Effe! How could you do this to me? Oh Effe, my precious, my treasure…

He has just made desperate marathon love to a woman he knows he has to avoid…but it is Effe he still misses terribly and craves for with every dot of blood in his body!

Dejected, he returns to bed and lies down. She is curled in the fetal position, and as his hand touches her shoulder slightly, she flinches, and lashes out suddenly with her leg, catching him solidly in the stomach, making him grunt with pain. She lashes out with her other foot, straight into his balls, and this time a muffled scream escapes through his lips as he doubles up with pain.

“Leave me alone, Daddy! Don’t do it, Daddy….pleeeeeaaase!” she screams with a terrified passion.

Chris is holding his balls, gasping with pain, when she bolts upright on the bed, her face terrified, sweat drenching her and wild eyes sweeping the room. She sees him bent in agony, and the fear leaves her face, and she comes to him, her face contrite.

“Oh! Chris! Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, baby, please, forgive me! I’m so sorry!” she cries in a contrite and acutely agitated voice.

“It’s okay,” Chris wheezes. “You kicked me. But it’s okay.”

She pushes him on the bed, and then she slowly massages the knot in his belly away.

“I’m sorry, Chris. I have these nightmares sometimes, about my father forcing me again. I’m so sorry.”

Chris relaxes and smiles weakly at her. She is trembling, but slowly she smiles at him and tears form in her eyes.

“Why are you crying? I said it’s okay,” he says calmly.

She wipes tears from her eyes, and smiles, and her lips tremble.

“Oh. They’re tears of joy. I made love, on my own will, for the very first time. You made me a woman, Chris, my love. Thank you,” she cries, her voice oozing sweetness and love.

He says nothing, but the image of Steve’s erection intrudes into his mind’s eye, and he shuts his eyes tightly with pain. Barbara is running her right hand down his belly, and slowly he opens his eyes. She is looking shyly at his manhood, and then she blushes furiously and looks at his face.

“I… I haven’t really seen a real penis close-up before,” she says shyly.

Chris chuckles then, much against his will, and a moment later he laughs gently. Barbara smiles nervously too, and then she puts her hand just on top of his right thigh.

“Can …can I?” she asks in a tight, little voice.

“What?” Chris queries.

“Touch it? Please? Can I see it?”

Chris smiles and shakes his head.

“If you want to,” he replies.

She blushes furiously again, and then she turns round and puts her face next to his loins. She reaches out, tentatively at first, and then she touches him. Hesitantly, slowly, unsure. She lifts him up and examines what lies beneath. She touches him there, lifts and weighs his scrotal sac.

“Oh! I can feel the two balls inside! Oh! Why is the skin loose here? Is it painful? Oh!” she cries excitedly, her voice beginning to turn lusty again.

She bends lower, examining him, and suddenly she sits back with a startled cry, her eyes bulging, and he looks at her with raised eyebrows.

“What’s it now?”

She points a timid finger at him, and he looks, and he is erect due to all her fondling.

“It’s …it’s up! Again!” she says with a giggle.

“Yeah. It’s because you touched him.”

“Oh. Oh! I see!” she says with a gasp. 

Chris smiles and lies back again.

“Sleep, Barbara. It’s late,” he says gently.

He reaches up and presses the dangling switch that puts off the light. She lies down carefully beside him, and a moment later he feels her hand on his thigh, and then she grips him.

“Oh! It’s …it’s still …hard!”

He says nothing.

She still holds him.

“Can we… I want you to make love to me again,” she whispers.

Chris says nothing. The initial desire is gone. His heart is now beginning to fill up with guilt, regret, and the pain of knowing Steve has indeed been making love to Effe all along when he was in prison. He had been filled with pain, and a jealousy so green that if he had stayed a second longer, he would have killed Steve.

He loves Effe.

It is the simple truth.

He will always love her. And in his pain and agony, in a bid to forget the pain, he has taken advantage of this kind girl who needs a real man, someone who can give her total love, gentleness and understanding. He is not that man, because his heart is taken. What has he just gotten himself into? He just cannot bear to hurt Barbara. She is a traumatized victim of an abusive and incestuous father.

She needs and deserves more than he can give. He gasps with surprise when he feels Barbara moving all over him, and in a moment, she is astride him, and slowly settling herself on top of him…

He sighs with resignation.

Trouble knows him by name… and it seems he has just been found again by trouble!

It is a Sunday.

Eyram is dressed for church, and she has a smile on her face as she approaches the Boys’ Quarters. Eyram climbs the steps and knocks on his door, but there is no answer. A slight frown puckers her brow. She knows he is inside because the outside lights are still on. They had not been on when she came home the previous night.

She holds the handle, and the door opens. She enters the living room, and suddenly Barbara emerges from the bedroom, fully dressed.

Eyram’s face darkens with disbelief and shock. Barbara smiles at her demurely and walks past her without speaking. Eyram reaches out and steadies herself on the back of the settee. She takes great gulps of air as she forces herself to breathe, and then without thinking she moves forward and pushes the bedroom door open.

Chris is lying in bed, naked, his hands linked behind his head as he stares unseeingly up at the murals in the ceiling. Eyram turns her back on him immediately.

“Good Lord, CB. Cover yourself up!” she cries, her voice tinged with mounting anger.

Chris pulls a cloth around him and sits up in bed.

“Eyram,” he calls softly.

She turns on him, and her eyes blaze furiously at him.

“Barbara? Again?” she asks furiously. “You spent the night with her? After what she did to you? Goodness me, Chris! Do you think you’re still a goddamn teenager, for Christ’s sake?”

“Eyram –” he says miserably.

“My dear goodness, Chris!” she cuts in angrily. “Don’t you ever learn? How could you be so damn irresponsible?”

Chris stands up and ties the cloth around his waist. He stares at Eyram with remorse.

“Hey. Hold it. I messed up, yes, but I was in a bad form yesterday.”

“Bad form?” she asks, disgusted. “You settle your bad moments by sleeping with crazy girls? There’s no excuse for sleeping with her! That girl accused you of attacking her, and you were locked up, remember? You should’ve stayed clear of her! She’s trouble, Chris! She’s going to give you real problems! What’s the matter with you? If Barbara had not changed her story you would’ve been in prison by now. Barbara? Don’t you ever learn, Chris?  Do you enjoy it when you’re surrounded by problems and pain? How could you allow that girl to come near you?  Have you given up on my sister already? You should’ve thought about Junior. You have sorely disappointed me, Mr. Chris Bawa!”

Chris’ jaws work hard as he walks past her, and she sees the terrible pain in the depths of his eyes.

“Effe gave up on me, Eyram, long ago!” he says bitterly.

“And do you blame her, Chris? Do you blame her when you can do reckless and senseless acts like this?  Sleeping with the girl who accused you wrongly of rape?  Do you blame her, after you raped Elaine?”

Chris turns viciously on her, and she gasps at the emotion on his face, at the torture and sheer pain.

“I didn’t rape Elaine! Yes, I had sex with her, and Effe caught us, but it damn wasn’t rape!” he says icily. “She told me to make it rough because she’d always liked it rough and hard! So I did it, rough and hard because I was hurting then and didn’t know she had set me up. I didn’t know she had called Effe and then left the door unlocked! And do you know why? Before I met Effe Elaine was my girlfriend, in school. I told her I was in love with Effe, and I begged Elaine to forgive me for hurting her. She accepted after she fought it and realized I really loved Effe. I thought she was okay, but she hated me, strongly enough to take her revenge many years later with that silly rape charge!”

“Really, Chris? Effe saw you, Chris! She caught you in the damn act, so stop being so sanctimonious! She has held on all these years, hoping you will change. She hasn’t even informed anybody that you signed the divorce papers, because deep down she still loves you, and instead of fighting for her like a man and explaining that Elaine framed you, as you’re now claiming, you rather choose to go around banging women whose heads are not screwed on properly!”

“My God, Eyram! Stop it! What’s gotten into you anyway? Effe doesn’t love me! She doesn’t give a hoot what I do with my life so what’s your fuss about?” he says bitterly.

“Oh, stop acting like a fool and thinking with your bloody dick, Mr. Chris fucking Bawa! Effe has never stopped loving you, and you damn well know it!”

He grabs her by the upper arms quite hard, making her gasp with pain, and his face is tortured as he speaks through clenched teeth, each word ejecting like bullets.

“Then explain to me why she will allow another man to make love to her if she loves me so much as you claim. I saw her naked with Steve yesterday, woman! He made love to Effe!” he says passionately, and his handsome face is cut up into many painful lines.

He leaves her, and she almost falls, and he leaves the room. Eyram totters. She feels light-headed. Can it be true? Effe and Steve? No, she doesn’t think so. Effe is her sister, and they know each other. Effe has always said she will make love only when she is married. Eyram trusts her sister. She does not know what Chris had seen, but if indeed Effe and Steve had consummated their supposed love then she, Eyram, would be very surprised indeed.

She follows him outside, but he has entered the bathroom, and she can hear the shower falling. She stands near the entrance.

“Chris, I don’t want to fight with you. Stop acting like a fool. I don’t know what you think you saw, but believe me, you have a great chance of winning Effe back, if you really want her. This Barbara girl is trouble. Don’t bring her here again. I’m not going to say anything about this to Effe, but it’s your life. You’re on a course to mess up your life again. Stop it, and focus. For yourself, and for your son, be focused. It would’ve been better if you had slept with a prostitute than with Barbara. That girl is going to make you regret this, trust me. I’m really disappointed in you.  I’m off to church.”

When she goes outside, she is shaking terribly. Barbara is waiting outside. She looks at Eyram and smiles.

“Saw you’re dressed. Are you going out, sweetie? Can you give me a lift to town, Doctor?”

Eyram folds her arms across her chest and regards her with total contempt and anger.

“No, Miss. Brooks. I’m not going out. Just get out of here, would you? You make me sick. You have no shame, you sick turd!”

Barbara smiles and shakes her head.

“Tell me, are you fighting for your sister, or for yourself?” Barbara asked with a lewd knowing smile.

She turns and begins to walk away. Eyram thinks of a million things to say to her, to hurl at her, but nothing comes out. Because, quite suddenly, she is alarmed by the question Barbara has just asked.

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