“I don’t like sex,” Catherine whispered to me as we drove down to my house. “Why did you say that?” I asked, raising curious eyebrows. She looked at me and noticed how furious I was. “Are you a virgin?” I added. This time, I was waiting for double answers.
She kept mute and wanted more questions from me, but it was a suitable moment to listen to her. I paused for a breath as she rolled her tongue.
“I a-m not a virg-in.” She said, keeping mixed feelings. “The word virginity is not in my vocabulary; I lost it years ago; my mathematics teacher forced himself on me during our high school graduation; I won’t call it rape because I liked him,” she said.
She chuckled and carried on. “Although he was charming and attractive, I didn’t enjoy having sex with him. I was robbed. Since then, having sex has been terrifying and worrying. But he passed away two years following our graduation.”
Mmh, her narration knocked me off my feet. I gazed at her with eyes full of confusion. She was aware of my state of mind but ignored me. Please don’t be offended by my actions; we aren’t going to my house to gaze at walls and flowers because I’m just a playboy. I said out loud to myself.
Catherine is a student of dentistry, a very attractive and brilliant lady. Her beauty is completely compared with that of Helen of Troy. She has the skin of a bottle, shiny and smooth. Nothing is missing; her breast could compel a driver to stare for minutes until he falls into the lagoon. Catherine’s waist is the centre of attraction, I mean, the cynosure of all eyes.
Her waist lured me into temptation until I asked her for a hookup. Before she told me about her sex story, I imagined how I would devour her in my bed. That is her narrative, not mine.
A bird cannot escape while in my grasp. For her, I purchased ice cream, chicken, and pizza; when we got home, I would reheat and eat the soup in the fridge.
We drove to Edinburgh Street, which is close to my house. I couldn’t wait to get back home. I realised Catherine was staring at my irresistible physique. I concluded that she was raping me in her head.
“Although you were upset when I told you I detested sex, don’t worry—the story may be altered,” she said casually.
“I may find sex challenging, one thing is for sure: I am a good kisser. I’m more excited when I kiss; let’s wager that I can make you happy with my kissing prowess; I’m just good at it.”
I grinned at her as I shook my body like a cock following a hen to the bush.
At 3:20 pm, we returned home. It was getting colder and was about to rain. Catherine looked at the furnishings in my living room several times. She was unable to conceal her happiness; it was obvious.
I fell to the sofa as she pushed me as if she were already aroused. She held my thighs while sitting on them and rolled her fingers across my cheeks as if she were drawing an equilateral triangle from my ears to my chin. She strategically rolled my lips with her index fingers. I became mired in my thoughts.
Though I was awake, I was unable to regain consciousness. Despite smelling something bad, I ignored it. My lips were begging to be moist. Oh yes! They became wet! Catherine grabbed hold of my upper lip.
The kissing sequence began.
Within a few seconds, I started to feel uneasy. Catherine’s mouth was emitting an unbearable stench. I was at my breaking point. I had to make sure that my life was safe.
“Catherine, please wait, wa-it!” I gasped, “You are choking me.”
Sorry, I can’t be suffocating and call it a pleasure. Pardon me, but I don’t keep silent on things that matter. You are a good kisser but with bad breath. It is called halitosis, and it is treatable. I am not trying to make you feel bad; I think I should let you know.
Catherine bowed her head in shame; she could not look at me anymore. She was fidgeting and had lost confidence in herself; I was her nightmare at the moment. Her pride broke into pieces. I knew she had wondered why a student of dentistry like her had halitosis and had been corrected with such a hard blow, a blow of embarrassment.
Seeing her mood, I walked up to her and held her shoulders. “Having halitosis does not mean you are unkempt.”
There are methods to assist in getting rid of it. Regular flossing and twice-daily brushing could be effective, consider rinsing out your mouth with hot water when you wake up and before bed.
Investing in a tongue scraper will also enable you to adequately scrape your tongue.
Three months should pass between toothbrush changes. Apply mouthwash (Listerine). Every time you eat, rinse your mouth out.
Also, remember to brush your teeth before bed after dinner. It will also be beneficial to eat fruits like oranges, pineapples, and coconut. Although not frequently, using baking soda to brush your teeth is also efficient. A dental examination is another option.
I took a breath and observed as she partially recovered. She uttered, “I’m so grateful.” “You are a real man, that’s for sure. I now understand that I can laugh while I face my shame. I appreciate your honesty. As soon as I get back home, I’ll give you a call. Bye”. She opened the door, waved at me, and walked out with a happy disposition.
Yes, having bad breath can be difficult, especially if you haven’t noticed it. Informing halitosis patients politely about it will encourage them to look for solutions and heal.
As we have seen, there are several ways to get rid of bad breath and keep it away. While some people can’t prevent bad breath, others just need to follow a strict daily routine so they’ll always be kissable, no matter what.
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This was a good one. I enjoyed the read.