Aryan Kaganof on the Other Side of the
The RAU Student
It wasn’t an affair and we weren’t in love
She stayed in my cottage for free
and sometimes let me in to her body
That’s all
I wanted her to love me
But her love never came
I would make her breakfast
Fried eggs, bacon, orange juice and coffee
She would shuffle up to the house
Wearing slops and a chiffon nightie,
Her teeth still unbrushed, tuck into the food
Ravenously, gulp down the hot coffee
Then sip on the juice
When she was finished what I’d prepared for her
She’d make herself toast and more coffee
For both of us
She’d either go back to the cottage
Carrying the toast and the mug of
Steaming black coffee
Or she’d remain seated
If she remained seated I’d put on her favourite CD,
Flaming Lips, and peel off her nightie,
Get working on her nipples
She enjoyed having her back stroked
Just above the great divide where her ass began
I’d lick her nipples and stroke her back
And when she was ready I’d carry her into my bedroom and finish it for both of us
She never said a thing
She never did a thing
Her orgasm signalled itself with the slightest
Of 'oh's
We would lie next to each other in
Thick ripe silence
For a minute or two
Before she’d get up and leave
Without looking back
It wasn’t the best sex
It wasn’t the worst.
She allowed me to do anything I wanted
As long as she didn’t have to do anything herself
It wasn’t an affair and we weren’t in love
She didn’t pay rent
Which saved her R1600 a month
I didn’t need a girlfriend
Which saved me on headaches
It was a good working arrangement.
© Copyright Aryan Kaganof 2004