"UNHOLY" KISS, CHRISTIAN ROMANCE

I was 25. Sonia, 23, an effortlessly pretty brown skin Efik girl with chiseled features, dazed me.

So I told her I want a decent Christian relationship with her since we are Christians. She obliged.

We became good friends after several teasing dates after work, sometimes, weekends.

It was our pastime. That was how we unwind. Our usual hangouts were at Lobito Crescent Off Ademola Adetokunbo, Wuse ll, Abuja.

I had a pleasing appearance that stirred romantic feelings in her – calm and smart. She couldn't resist me.

Me, too, I was ravished by the sensual pleasure of her lush body. Her skin looked sandpapered and fresh.

Our chats start always with scriptures but often strayed whenever the blizzard of emotions hit. Our grips on our spirituality soon went fluky.

So a day came when a powerful rush of warmth vibrated in us. I had driven her home to Maitama in my car. It was 8pm, the night was dark; devoid of light in the surrounding of her street.

She smiled at me as she reluctantly made attempt to alight from the car, but I unconsciously held her left hand.

She turned to look at me; we laughed suspiciously. She blushed. So I gave her one of our patented hugs in the car to bid her goodnight.

I inhaled the clean aroma of almond shampoo from her hair. It altered my mood with thick forbidden thoughts. She too wanted something strange.

"It's fine, Martin," She whispered in my ears.

"What?" I asked.

"Plant a light kiss on my temple," She mumbled.

The thought of it was soothing. And then, slowly, I planted a kiss on her lips – a medium-length kiss, openmouthed, with only the incidental contact of tongues.

Soon, my hands came up to brush the cool, damp skin of her cheek.

Her lips were amazingly yielding, and seemed to absorb mine automatically.

I wasn't sure she was actually kissing me back. The swashing sound of car tires rolling through puddles disrupted us.

When I finally pulled away, her eyes were wide and questioning, her lips still in the half-opened position of a kiss.

We looked at each other with sustained gaze, our lips still reeling from the sense memory of each other.

There was guilt in our eyes. Our consciences weighed and disapproved our actions.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't," She waved her hand to cut me off. "Don't say that. You'll make it weirder. We will be fine. God understands."

We pushed the guilt aside without reflections – like it never happened; hence, we got more emboldened in sin.

Another time, we smooched in the couch but held back sex – still being conscious of our Christianity with a fading grip.

So one day, in her room, we had sex with careful approach to it. The next day, we repeated it.

And soon, we started having it frequently. Every time we meet, we contemplated it and every kiss leads to it.

This is the progression for every two Christians in fornication. It always start with harmless body touching, frequent sainted hugs, hand holding, and then the first kiss.

When an evil desire is conceived, it gives birth to sin, and sin, when it is fully matured, brings forth death.

And as the chasm between purity and sin widens, it makes the victims feckless spectators of their own jumbo lifestyle.

Read: James 1:14-16

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