A Story written by MaziOmenuko…
She spoke on the phone for a few seconds before hanging up and informed me the brother was at the entrance of the cultural centre. We had to go out and meet him. We barely talked as we moved towards the car, I was tensed somehow, feeling guilty and unease. It was as if ibieme was going to see it written all over me that I was flirting with her sister, but he hardly looked my way as we entered the car. He told us how busy his schedule has been and that he had to squeeze out time to pick us. It was already dark when we got to their place at essien drive, unical satelite town, off ibb way. The parents were receptive, I saw his siblings including two other sisters. I felt at home, served with a hot plate of ikpankwukwo (meshed cocoyam) with bush meat source.
After taking my bath, I talked with my friend for sometime after which he informed me he is headed for the venue of the ms calabar peagent.
He informed me that his sister flox will bring me to the venue.
“What of emon?” I asked, and he said that emon will be helping him at the venue of the show. Flox? That girl talks too much, she’s been chatting ever since I entered the house, she’s loud and looks unkempt. Her choice of make up was absurd and had weird looks. Something about her didn’t just add up, although she was quite a company!
Idi and emon drove off to the venue, while I was left with flox to babysit me her parents had some visitors at the sitting room, so we sat at the frontage, gisting.
“How about ur girlfriend”
she asked with a sarcastic grin. Anytime a girl asks vaguely about a girlfriend u never told her about, its just a simple way of asking if u have a girlfriend.
“She’s fine”, I replied, hoping she will let it slide.
“How come u didn’t come along with her?” Damn! This girl has mouth problem. “She had to go home for xmas” I replied.
“And u came to calabar alone”,
“duh”, I replied in my mind while I put up a smile, looking straight in her eyes. She blushed and asked why I was looking at her that way.
“B’cos u’re very pretty”. More blushes and she returned the smile. “I’m going to dress so we can go for the show” she said as she walked into her room. I went into my own room, laid on the bed and thought about my brief escapade with emon. What would have happened if she didn’t get that call? Will we ever get a chance to finish what we started? Was she really feeling me or was it just the night train? She was really a sweet girl, these thoughts made me feel Hot and I felt the bulge in between my legs..
A knock on the door interrupted my thought. Flox peeped in and told me she was ready. I couldn’t stand b’cos the bulge would certainly be visible so I asked her to come in, hoping a light discussion will lighten my mood and make me cool off. How wrong was I.
She wore a hot mini skirt, tight singlet, small jacket top that left her navel exposed, big boots, large round ear rings, and large necklace of beads. She was lo looking steamy-hot, apart from her make up which was heavy and made her look like a doll. Her femininity filled the room. She was aware of the effect she had on me and she flaunted it more to taunt me, sat beside me on the bed and said she was ready to go with a smile on her face. damn it! The budge in between my legs was trying to pull my pants aside. So many thoughts rushed through my mind, I tried to be calm, I’ve done this before, I told myself, just be cool. ” You look…wonderful…just hold on a minute” I said as I touched her cheeks, tried to wipe out some excess make up on her cheeks, “there u go…better” I said. I moved my hands down, a dummy move to clean an invisible make up at the neck, there was none, but I kept cleaning, then the chest, there were strands of hair their, “I like hairs on girls chest” I lied, “really?”
-No, u fool, can’t u see I can say anything to get a piece of u this night…-
I said on my mind…”Yes” I teased. “Do you know what else I like?” I asked as I gently slide down one hand of her singlet…no response…ur nice succulent… I couldn’t finish as my tongue was already teasing her n.I.p.l.e.s. I bit her gently on the nip.p-le, she let out a soft moan. I moved for the second, squeezed lightly, her hand placed on mi head was pushing me lightly downwards. I obliged, moved the clothe a little upwards, tongue-teased her tommy, navel, unbuckled my belt, reached out for my wallet. Removed two cheap gold circles and kept it on the bed, with my mouth buried on her bre-a-s-t, I caressed her spread thighs, moved my hands deeper, and pulled out the pants.
I grabbed the gold circle, tore it open, and in one precise attempt, wore it on, then moved my hands further beneath the thighs to feel the wetness of her…slowly but firmly, I moved in (ok, I don’t want this thread moved to sexuality section, so let’s skip some parts)
Oh my God! Not again! Her mom had called from the front of my door! So many thoughts rushed through my mind, her pants on the bed, a used condom on the floor, the door was not bolted, I was almost Unclad! There was no explanation to justify this. I’m done for, I knew it that this stupid sexcapades will land me in trouble one day. This is that day! They are certainly going to throw me out, and hotels at calabar this time of the year is fcking expensive!
Why did she answer? Couldn’t she just keep quite and let them assume we had gone out! I knew it that her mouth problems was going to put her in problem, I never envisaged myself to be a partaker of that problem.
“Flox, ….” The mum spoke their native dielect and left.
“What was that?” I asked, panting like I just competed with mo for the 3000m olympic marathon.
“She said they were going for an end of year banquet organized for workers in their firm”. She said.
“Were u scared?” She asked. “Olodo, why wouldn’t I be?…” I wanted to reply, but I managed to say “a little bit” she smiled. “Aren’t u bordered what might happen if ur mother saw us like this?”. I asked. She looked up to me and said,
“She’s not my mother…
To Be Continued…