Written by A story written by Victor Peter (victorpeter500@yahoo.com)… If you missed part Forty Three, read it HERE!!!

“Rita, you know I like you, but…” 
She raised her hand, towards me, and turned her face sideways, with her eyed closed, trying to tell me “She wasn’t ready to hear whatever I had to say”

“You remember the first time, we met, during the interview, when you were calling names on a list?” I asked, not really expecting a reply from her.

She turned her face to look at me.
“The moment I set my eyes on you, I stared for a while, you were and still is, extremely gorgeous, your voice very soothing, and your affection, relieving. I think I made a very huge mistake, I never really told you how much you mean to me. You mean a lot to me Rita, more than you can ever comprehend.” 

Rita began smiling a little.
I reached forward and hugged her, she hugged me back.

“Ask me what I’ll be without you, only one word qualifies, ‘lost’ ” I said

She was laughing at this point.

I invited her in, and she lay on the bed, while I prepared tea for both of us. it rained the previous night, so the environment was still cold.

I realised something really important that day. 
“Showing people you care about them, is not enough, at a point, you have to tell them.” 

I was done preparing the tea, I offered her a cup, and we drank while discussing.
“What’s really going on with you and Capon? He seems to care a lot about you,and you’re not returning the favour”

She kept quiet.
I didn’t bother asking again, because my question was loud and clear, if she didn’t give me a reply, it wasn’t because she didn’t hear me.

“To be honest I don’t really know, am just not feeling it, with him. Can you believe we’ve been together for about two years and haven’t really gone out on a single date?”
I chose the wrong time to laugh.
“You find my predicament funny?” she asked.
“Hahaha, no am really sorry. But he loves you, isn’t that what matters?”
She sipped from the tea.
“How many girls have you dated, or been with?” she asked

That was a very tough question.
“Are you sure you wanna know?” I asked.
She nodded.
“It doesn’t really matter how many girls I’ve been with, what matters is who am with, right now”
People are so eager to hear the truth, but the fact is, not everyone can actually handle it.

She stared at me for some time, getting all emotional.
I knew if I had to avoid getting intimate with her, the best place to be with her, would be outdoor.

“My tea is cold, let’s grab a drink, do you mind?” I said.

We left, my apartment, I was trying to check on Ibro and tell him I would be going out, when I heard moans coming from within. So I passed.

We arrived a bar, Rita ordered for beer, while I ordered for a non alcoholic drink.
“No way, Rita said, you are having beer too, after long persuasion, I yielded.”

While we were drinking something dramatic happened.
A man was sitting by our side.

He raised his glass of alcohol to his eye level.
“You, you’re my best friend. he said.
then kept quiet for a long while and continued.
“This woman, In the morning, Papa Emeka, in the afternoon, Papa Emeka, in the night Papa Emeka, sometimes even in my dreams, Papa Emeka. But when am with you, everywhere is “Pheww” he said and made a gesture with his hand”

Rita and I glanced at each other and burst into laughter.

I wasn’t use to drinking alcohol, with soft drinks I drink to my fill, so I think I used the same mentality in drinking the beer. And Rita was motivating me to drink more.

My view was becoming blurry, the next thing I knew, I was In a dream, a woman was giving me b.lowjob.
She licked the cap, then squeezed my balls while at it. I supported her head with my hand.
After some minutes, she got on my rod, sat on it and began riding.
She took both my hands from the side and placed them on her b°°bs.
So I massaged them while she continued riding and moaning. She changed her position, to the reverse cowgirl, pounding her @ss on my d!ck.
Personally I had heard people talk about spiritual wives and all that shii.
But if this woman, was my spiritual wife, I wouldn’t mind, in fact that would be an extension of my $£x life, not only Fvcking in the physical, but even in spiritual realms.

I woke up the following morning, to the aroma, of sauce being prepared, the aroma was appetising.
I sat up, looking but not really seeing anything.
Rita left the kitchen, to check on me.
She was wearing my shirt, with a pantie.
She held the stirrer in her hand.

“I always knew you would be good on bed” she said, then licked her lips

“Wait a minute, did we….?”

“She nodded” and began laughing while leaning on the door.
“Oh my God, Rita what have you done? I screamed out, scratching my head in the process, with my hand”
The previous semester, when she got drunk and I had to take her home, I acted mature by not taking advantage of her. Now it was her turn, and she let her feelings for me get the best of her…Gosh!

“How would I face Capon?
I couldn’t even imagine anyone laying his hands on my Sandra, I might even consider committing murder.”

Rita had been preparing spaghetti, she was done, she brought it and we began eating.

“Rita, what happened last night was a mistake” i said.
“I know” she said.
“And I happen to love those types of mistakes” she added and began laughing. I was laughing too.

“But to be honest, it’s not funny, I mean, I take your boyfriend as a brother, am not sure I’ll ever forgive myself” I said.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Jeff, if anyone is to blame it’s me” she said.
“Promise me it won’t happen again, please”
She began laughing again. “I cant promise you that”

I had lecture by 9am, I dressed up and left for class, leaving Rita in my apartment, I described to her where to keep the key, when she would be leaving.

After the first lecture, I met Sandra, she was seating in the front row.
“Hey beautiful, she turned around and saw me, then smiled”
“Did you see my text message?” I asked.
“Yeah I did, I was too busy to reply or call you, am sorry” she said.
“It’s alright” I replied.
She was with her friend, her friend was pretending to be reading a book. But I was very sure she wasn’t really reading anything. Her ears were wide open and listening.

After lectures, that day, I was walking home, A dark Jeep, with tinted glasses stopped right in my front.
They opened the door, and two fierce looking guys. looked at me for a while.
“Get in!” the one who had tribal marks, yelled.

To Be Continued…

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