JUNGLE KING Chapter 1 Keeping ones virginity was hard work if you were surrounded by full-time skirt chasers who were ready to poke anything in sight, including an exhaust pipe. But it was also exciting keeping out of their reach when you are not ready. That was what Franca was trying to do. But hers was more difficult when she got saddled with a fiance whose utmost goal in life was to see beyond the colours of her panties. Paying Jerome a visit was like working through a maze. You knew there was a way out somewhere but must find it through great mind work and physical exertion. Today, he told her for the 1000 thousandth time if she was counting, ‘you know we will soon be married. We are practically husband and wife. What is it if we should make love? Look at me, am as hard as the leg of that table over there.’ His hand had sneaked up to her thigh, while the other one pressed down on his erection. ‘So why don’t we wait until then,’ Franca replied, maybe the 2000 thousandth time, because she had to repeat herself every five minutes. The only way she had to avoid him trying to waggle his way into her pant was not to come to his house at all, but her mother would hear none of it. ‘While you are here slacking, some smart girl will snatch him from you,’ she would tell Franca to scare her obviously. Franca didn’t care if another girl snatched Jerome. Though she was twenty eight years, she still had the courage to hold out for the earth-shattering kind of love. A man who would completely sweep her off her feet and make her see the stars in broad day light. Jerome failed to cause even minor eddies in her heart. He was just a nice guy who had been her friend and then his family became her family friends. When he proposed, she couldn’t say no and she made the ultimate mistake by telling her mother. Flora had convinced her that there wasn’t going to be a better husband out there. She proceeded to tell her scary stories of spinsters who refused wonderful marriage proposals only to end up miserably alone or with horrible men. ‘You are twenty-eight, not a teenager with plethora of choices!’ Jerome was kind of traumatised when she told him she would not sleep with him until they were married. He had been trying to make her change her mind as their marriage plan progressed. Now, his hand had gradually advanced up her thigh, shifting her skirt with it as if that would help his cause. She removed it and made to get up from the sofa where they were sitting. ‘Wait, wait,’ he stopped her. ‘Okay allow me touch your breasts. It might ease my pain. Or do you hate me that much?’ he looked at her like one sick puppy... **************************************** Wait for the full e-Book in the coming NAUGHTY WIFE series this July. Meanwhile visit ifyasia for other equally tantalizing stories.
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