Before I continue I think I should make it clear that I don’t think there is any teenage girl who doesn’t have a sugar daddy story to share, many are just too ashamed to come out with it. Most of us have done things that we are ashamed of hence why we don’t talk about them. A sugar daddy moment is not about sex but about an occasion where you allowed an older man to do you favours and usually in return for something. Yes some girls show off saying that they ate his money but he never slept with him but cut the bullshit you did enough to have hurt another woman sitting at home waiting for her husband to come home. Being young and aware of yourself makes you bolder than your average woman. When you are young and beautiful you tell yourself it is not your fault that his wife got fat and boring. You tell yourself that you didn’t go to his home to get him on the contrary, he came to you. Yes you are scared of getting caught but the money that comes with it more than compensates for it.
I never got a chance to send him the call back he had asked for because as fate would have it we got load shed that night before I could charge my battery. I fell asleep before the power came back. That week was rather busy. I said earlier on I was in a transport. In all honesty I didn’t want some old man with a big car picking me up from school especially someone whose daughter had gone here recently. I keep mentioning Siyanda. She went to school two years before us. I knew well enough because we shared the same transport to school. I can’t say we were friends but we were cordial enough to have a chat every now and again. When she passed her matric she went to Rhodes I think. That’s a lot about her in any case at this moment.
Things have a way of shaping themselves when you have someone with potential to overtake your current boyfriend. That week Thabo was super sweet. I remember I found him waiting for me at the gate every morning. My birthday was a week and a half away so he said that for the build up he was going to do something nice and sweet for me until the big day. That was like 9 days away was he crazy? It was sweet though and the teen in me recognized that. Everyday true to his word he had a surprise for me. He paid extra attention to me and at times even carried my books. It was awkward at times but extremely sweet. I loved his attention to detail. It made me forget about Siyanda’s father for I was back to being a teenager again. The week ended pretty fast too because I had a smile every day.
On Friday night Siyanda’s dad sent me a message. I remember I was watching TV at the time and it just sent shivers in me. I think it’s obvious to say I was crushing on this old man. I know Thabo had been sweet and all but I wanted to experience other things. All along I didn’t like attention from older men but this one in particular was getting under my skin in a good way. The message simply said Good Evening. You know with us young people our greetings are more in line with hip hop or tsotsi. That’s what we call modern. He was so formal that for a good hour I was not sure how to respond. Eventually I replied. He asked what I was doing and if I could come out. I told him it was risky but I could try. He said he was going out with his friends so we should make it late this way my parents will be sleeping. The nerve! You know when you chat to someone via phone you have all this confidence. That was me at the moment. I was in control of the situation. I told him my dad sleeps around ten because there were PSL matches on Fridays. He asked if my parents checked up on me when I was asleep of which I replied LMAO. He asked me what that meant. Awkward! Who doesn’t know what that means and worse how could I say “Ass” to an old man. I explained as best I could without using the word. I told him also that my parents trust me so I shouldn’t worry.
He arrived around 11. I was already sleepy by then. I made sure i didn’t buzz him or sms him so that in future i could make him pay for his tardiness. I had obviously never jumped the fence before so I did what I had seen on TV. I put pillows under my bed covers to make it seem like someone was lying there. It was my job at home to make sure that the doors were locked. My dad always said it taught me responsibility. Moreover there was no alarm system at my house so getting out was pretty straight forward. My gate was not electric but it had a locking mechanism that was pretty smooth so didn’t make any noise. Once or twice I had gone outside late at night to meet time by the gate on his late night parties so I had a bit of experience. I had never however actually left though. He was already there by the corner with his lights off. He was not driving the Jaguar but a BMW X5. He stepped outside so that I could see it was him which was not necessary for I knew the car. He told me that he thought I wasn’t going to come out but I told him that as long as we don’t take too long. We drove off.
We went to the park in a neighborhood close to ours. Have you even seen cars parked randomly in the middle of nowhere during the day or even at night? I can bet you anything that its people having an affair because why else would you park so far or so randomly. Whenever I drove around with Thabo (that’s when and if his parents gave him the car), if we saw such a car parked like that we would drive closely to see who was in it and what they were doing. I had seen enough to say some things are meant for the bedroom.
Guess what? I had become that girl in the car, parked under a tree at a park and what’s worse a police car had just pulled up behind us!!!