Stories that touch - She is bae

It was a tough day. The sun was blazing hot and I could feel sweat dripping down my back. I looked round for a cold drink as the horns blare, trying to out sound each other. Lagos traffic na wa, ha! I thought as I waved a hawker selling cold drinks. Suddenly, from nowhere, her car drove up to my side and I stared at the thick long human hair. She turned, and our eyes met. She gave me a smile and then drove away. Like a flash, I sensed a longing and noticed I had held my breath. She was stuning was all I thought of as I drove into our compound.

Wow tough day hun?

Bode asked as I walked into our apartment. I could only nod my head as I flung the keys towards the dinner.

Guy Island na korect place sha

I said as I slumped into a sofa

Na now you dey know?

Bode said as he reached for the fridge and took out two bottles of chilled soft drinks

If you see the babe wey I see for traffic today, shit menh you go love

Bode laughed and walked towards me

You and babes sha, when you go toast one make we rest know say you don hook up?

Leave that side abi you nor know say na money you dey take find beta geyfriend?

Hmm tell me something

Bode said, leaning against the sofa

See the kin babe wey I see today for traffic, only her appearance pass half a mill I mean her car alone, given the wear and tear fit cost 500gs then that her human her nor fit cost less than 100k so last-last, the babe don dey 1m levels that na my salary for 3months. Tell me, how I wan take maintain am?

At that instance, I noticed the bottles in Bode’s hands

Come who get those drinks wey you dey hold for hand so?

Bode laughed but before he could say anything, a tall sexy babe in bum shorts, black long human hair as fine as a horse tail, fling about as she catwalked, boobs bouncing under a crop top, came out of his room and walked towards him. She gave him a perk on the cheek, took a bottle, managed to wave at me and headed back to the room

 My jaws dropped as I pointed to her leave and muttered to Bode

Baa-baa-babe from the trafffii….

Bode’s eyes opened wide, looked towards his room door and then towards me in surprised humor. I could just feel him chuckle.

Stories that touch - She had it coming

She looked bored. Maybe I should stroll over there and offer her a drink. Maybe I should walk by, drop a pen and brush her as I make to pick it up. Oh! Crap, Tega thought to himself as he walked up to her and introduced himself. She said ‘Hi’ and looked away. He coughed, ordered a drink and walked away.

Shit menh! See how dem just butcher this babe like small chops

Which babe?

I asked as I ran towards Bode, grabbed his phone and started reading.

We just took a break from our usual early morning game-time. He had given me 3 K.O’s and I was yet to beat him.

My eyes popped as I recognized the face the face on the screen. Major flash back…the full sexy lips shaped in a pout... the mole just above her right eye... the sexy tattoo above her left breast...

See me see trouble yee!

I exclaimed as shock drew a tight fist on my face

 na the babe naaa... wawuuuu!

Which babe?

Bode asked as he tried to view the screen from over my shoulders

Kai sabi you see now, you see all im shakara wey e end now!

See wetin, which babe? Tega talk na make I grab ya levels; who she be?

Na that babe wey I tell you about, that babe wey just do me film trick turn me cappo sake of say I try talk to am

Guy either you talk or you keep firm. How I wan know the babe on top plenty babes wey you don tell me about?

My friend try grab me. Na that babe of yesternight. The one wey I tell you say wan look like Naomi Cambell, wey I try, tire, to scoop she bluff me waka

Ah! Are you seeeerious?

Bode asked as he grabbed his phone from me and looked at the face on the screen. He turned slowly and looked at me, shaking his head

See life, maybe she for never kpeme now if she bin follow you

Abi o chei, waste of better pomo… 

Phone Game 6 - The End Game

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The Phone Game 5

      He hadn’t always hated his daughter Ngozi or Trisha like she loves to be called. In short he loved her. His love for her drove him into the hands of her classmate.

He remembered that night like if it was yesterday. He had come home to meet his wife screwing the driver. It was not planned no, it just happened by accident. His trip ended earlier and he forgot to call home to say he will be arriving a day early. He just wanted to get home as the business deal did not work out as he expected, in short, he lost the deal and was in a very bad mood. So imagine walking in on your wife as your driver gives her a head on your bed. She was moaning, screaming out his name like she had never done with him, her own husband. She never let him eat her, never even let him touch her all cause of this dirty looking illiterate of a driver.

They were bought lucky he didn’t have a gun, he would have killed them both especially her instead he pushed recognition out of Lateef’s face and gave his wife the slap of her life before throwing both of them out, butt naked. So that people could see their shame and laugh at them. The pain was so deep that he was drunk before 14years old Ngozi arrived from school. She didn’t even bother to ask for their mum cause she knew how her mum loved to hangout with friends without informing them.

Ngozi however, was shocked to see her dad drunk and walked up to me, in my drunken state, asking what was wrong with me. She was always that caring. I rested my head on her tummy and cried as she stood above me, petting me. Then it happened. She lifted my face and gave me an innocent perk on the lips but her eyes, her eyes reminded me of her mum and all I thought was to punish Amara. I grabbed Ngozi by the neck and kissed her so deeply without think. She cried and tried to push me away but instead, I tore off her clothes and squeezed her small round boobs in my hand. Instantly, I had a hard on and my lips went down and sucked hard on her left nipple. She tried hard to push me off begging…

Daddy please stop, daddy don’t do this pls

I didn’t listen to her. I stuffed her bra into her mouth to stop her from screaming as I forced her on the fluffy carpet and, tore of her pants with my left hands while my right held her down. I couldn’t see her face or the tears as they fell all I saw was the soft looking puff of her virgin pussy n I went hard on it. Sucking and licking as moans escaped in-between her cry for help. When I felt she was went enough, still sucking her and holding her down with one hand, I zipped down, pulled my trouser low and penetrated. She screamed, a loud scream as my hard dick tore her hymen and then she stopped to scream while I continued pounding, before I knew it, I exploded inside her and fell on her into deep sleep.

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In the morning I remembered it all and felt so guilty. I was so ashamed to look at her as I walked in on her preparing breakfast. I tried to apologize, drew her close crying but she stopped me from speaking; with a finger and then started kissing my tears. I pushed her away but she stopped me with a stern look and told me not to stop her as she went down and started sucking my limp dick to a hard on. We made love in the kitchen, in the living room and in both our bedrooms. She didn’t go to school for the rest of the week as we kept fucking each other. I fell in-love with her but she, she didn’t give a rat ass about me. Instead, as Buchi finally returned from school, she started doing him too. She was 16 at that time and had fully blown to a sexy damsel.

I caught them making out in his room. I was so angry and let her know it. She told me if she could fuck me then she could fuck him too. I wanted to make her jealous so I started sleeping with one of her classmates. That got her worse as she totally stopped fucking me and started fucking a guy in her class and our neighbor's husband. To make her really angry, I eloped with her classmate. In return, she moved to school and lived with her boyfriend while screwing everyone I knew; From my partners to my staff to my new wife’s driver. That was just the icing on the cake.

Like mother like daughter. 

The Phone Game 4

Trisha’s Mum couldn’t help crying all through the investigation. She had heard things she never believed her sweet lil Ngozi could do. They must be lies, she said. Ngozi is still a virgin and she will be buried in white to prove that. Trisha’s Dad however didn’t doubt a thing. He knew his daughter was a slut just like her mother. They just loved to pretend or assume they were saints. He was sad his daughter was dead but he didn’t care. She deserved everything that happened to her

You do not look sad at all about the death of your daughter, why?

He looked up at the detective and smiled. Got up, went to the mini bar and poured himself a shot of whisky

I cannot bring her back from the dead detective, I am just sad she didn’t change before she died but then; all sinners must face the consequence

How dare you Emmy, how dear you talk about your dead daughter like that emeka? She was a saint, a saint and she will go to heaven, she is in heave. You caused all this when you eloped and married your own daughter’s classmate. A child Emeka, you are the sinner

Trisha’s mum broke down wailing as her eldest son consoled her. Her Father grinned and sipped on his drink. He walked to the window and looked out as the detectives wonder what other hidden secrets the family are hiding.  Buchi shook his head at his dad and hugged his mum as he took an excuse to leave. One of the detectives volunteered to drive him back to school and he agreed

Will you like to talk about how your daughter felt when you married her classmate?

No detective, I will not talk about how I live my life. My children have no say in the way I live or who I choose to spend the rest of my life with. If their mother was not such a slut, sleeping with the driver and my staff, I would not have been pushed into the arms of a younger, more beautiful, more loving younger woman.

Trisha’s mum couldn’t take it anymore as she ran up to her room, wailing more. The detective tried to stop her but her husband stopped him instead

Don’t even try it, she might end up fucking you too

The detective was more than shocked at Trisha’s father’s statement as he looked up towards the room and back at the father who drank his whisky in a gulp and poured another, offering the detective who refused.

…

On their ride back, Buchi kept staring out the window, lost in thoughts and smiled at intervals. He was close to his sister. He loved her. Their closeness was not the usual sibling’s kind of one, they truly loved each other and they showed it in every way they could. At that moment he shrugged, wondering if the dad knew about their love.

You seem lost; I bet you were very close to your sister?

Yes I was detective, she was my best friend

At that moment he smiled and the detective wondered why he did

See, my sister was a true genius; she knew how to make every man feel good and loved. She was always by my side no matter what. She was soft and gentle, not the kind of person anyone will want to hurt

A tear dropped down his eyes as he sobbed silently. The detective handed him a tissue while trying to grab his body language

You said your sister knew how to make a man happy but how come your father doesn’t like her

My father doesn’t understand women. He wants to rule them and treat them like children. He doesn’t know they have a mind of their own. Their tenderness makes any man feel good. Their lips speak life to a man even to his body. She was in every way a woman, a woman who knew how to please her men

The detective shrugged at that as it sounded too sexual and she wondered, could brother and sister be having a sexual relationship? Buchi turned to look at her at that moment and smiled

Bet you can never understand that. I love my sister more than I have ever loved any woman. She was there for me through the heart aches and she soothed it, I wish I was there for her

He looked out the window again as he reminisced the good times. He will never get to kiss her soft lips again or feel her fingers trace his spinal cord as her teeth softly bite his buttocks. He will never feel her soft hands gently caress his manhood as she gently kisses round his balls. He picked up his phone to look at the last picture she sent him, she was the best; the best he had ever had. He got so hard thinking about the sexting they did as he read the chats. More tears dripped down his eyes.

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The detective stared at his hard-on, more shocked at the size than the fact he was having a hard on at this moment. She wished she could bend down and suck it, take everything in her mouth. She rubbed against her thighs and kept on driving, biting down on her on her lower lip. 

The Phone Game 3

Hassan couldn’t help but think what a slut he had for a girlfriend. Yes he had cheated on her with her best friend but that was cause of her double life. She was a slut and she deserved death.  The police had been to his, he was even invited to the station for questioning. Mary advised him to go…

Be calm, say the truth but not everything

She had said. They had decided to keep their affair from the police so it doesn’t raise an eye brow. He didn’t love Mary, he never did. She was not as pretty and as social as Trisha. They were all high school classmates but he and Trisha dated in their final year. He was the reason she came to UNIBEN, They even stayed together in her first year. He had gotten admission a year before she did. She was pure and innocent then though, he knew he didn’t disvirgin her but he never questioned her sexuality. Now, she is the slut of the campus and she always knew how to make him believe her lies but…not any more, dead bodies can’t lie.

…

‘I knew Trisha since high school. She didn’t like to be called Ngozi. It reminded her of her Dad and they both are not in good terms. We started dating in our final year then I got admission into UNIBEN while she failed JAMB but the following year, she got hers and moved in with me instead of living in the hostel. We were inseparable; voted best couple on campus and most wanted couple. Then the following year, she insisted she wanted to live in her own apartment. ‘

‘Why did she insist, was there a fight?’

‘Not really; I, as she said, was ‘policing’ her (no offence). She use to come back home late at night ricking of alcohol or weed. She will then lie she had been reading and some engineering boys were smoking behind her or that she took just a sip from a friend. Her hair, usually messed up with sand sometimes tangled inside. I knew she was being inducted in the campus life, she is a socialite and loved it; the attention, the entertainment, the crazy life style. I saw a different Trisha no let me say, I saw TRISHA and Ngozi, totally GONE. ‘

‘Is this why you tried to get back at her by sleeping with her best friend, then when she didn’t care you murdered her?’

‘(Shouting) I didn’t kill her and…(softly) sleeping with Mary wasn’t exactly a plan to get back at her. It was just to make her hurt like she made me hurt but I didn’t kill her. How come you even know about Mary?’

‘That is beside the point’  Investigator Peter said

‘Just tell us what we need to know and you are free to go if, it’s the truth’

‘It’s the truth. I slept with Mary to hurt Trisha like she hurt me, I don’t love Mary but she has been a friend and I need a friend. One I can trust and on campus, you do not have many of such friends. I found out Trisha had slept with two classmates of mine and my former room mate. She denied of course but the rumours had elements of truth. They were nights she cameback late looking slutty. Her dress sense changed and she started showing more cleavages and our sex life became… lets just say, she became distant’.

Flashes of Trisha and I in bed brought back painful memories. I had loved her, probably still do. She was not the most beautiful girl I had ever seen but she had this sexiness that came natural to her especially when she laughs. She loved sex I must say. We use to enjoy sex or should I say I use to enjoy fucking her cause after a while, she told me my sex was boring and that is why I made sure Mary screamed anytime I fucked her.

Trisha wasn’t as nice as she used to be back at home. She changed, school changed her or maybe, brought out the bad in her cause as far back as I can remember, she was the one who kissed me on our first kiss and it was so passionate. She did something with her tongue as if searching for my heart and it stole it. She also was the one who initiated the BJ, I was driving and she told me to concentrate as she zipped me down and sucked me. I didn’t concentrate, it was my first time, I just got back from my matriculation and she was giving me a welcome home I missed you suck. A suck that saw my Dad grounding me and his car, tolled to a mechanic shop.

When she came to school, I initiated the sex on her first night. I didn’t care she took me in without a glitch. I didn’t recognised then she wasn’t a virgin. I just loved the way she wiggled her waist as I fucked her gently, the soft moans that escaped her lips, the soft grab of my butt as fingers dug in anythime I hit a spot. She loved to scream

Fuck me, shit, fuck me, yes, yes shit…

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That, always, let me put it in pidgin, Plait my dada. I loved fucking her, I even fucked her in the ass once and she didn’t refuse, she loved the pain, she loved my big dick inside her. At least that is what I thought until I saw the video….

Mary was a different ball game, she fucked like an old school girl but she loved fucking Trisha, I use to watch them together, it was fun. We had a threesome once that was what even gave me the confidence to approach and fuck Mary. Mary loved to kiss and touch before sex, I didn’t mind; I loved to kiss and play games but who doesn’t.

We were alone at home in Trisha’s house, Mary and I; Trisha had gone to get lunch. We had being sipping on JD and I knew she was light headed so I asked

‘What do you like in a man?’

She looked at me and smiled

‘Why?’

I just leaned over and kissed her. She pulled back, surprised but I dragged her closer again and kissed her hard, she tried to pull away saying in-between kisses

‘Stop, Trisha, she would soon be back’

‘Then let’s be fast about it’

‘No, please’

She tried to struggle but I pinned her down and tore off her top. She cried a little but it soon turned to moans as I pulled up her skirt and inserted by big jimmy into her.  She loved my dick she once told me, the only dick she loved. Yes, I fucked her hard with all the bitterness I felt, the betrayer, the lies. I fucked her real hard she bleed a little and then the door bell rang. She ran to dress up, sobbing as she ran. I got up naked and opened the door to a shocked Trisha. She saw her friend's cum all over my dick, she didn’t need to be told what went on, I saw the tears build in her eyes as her lips twisted in anger and all I said, with a wicked grin was…

‘Care to join us?’

The Phone Game 2

  It had to be him, it just has to be, she said as she broke down in tears. Her best friend had been murdered, her body mutilated, disrespected and left for flies to perch on and people to see her nakedness. Her body, no longer as sexy as it use to be. Her long legs all stained with blood. Yes she had been raped but not with a dick, no one could tell what was used but it sure made a mess of her insides.

…

Flashes of our last night together came in spasms. We had a great relationship, we had sex most of the time, we loved to explore each other’s body; More for the fun of it than for a real sexual partnership. She had a sexy red under wear on, she had asked me how she looked. Should she leave her hair flowing or should she pack it up in a knot and wear the good school girl look. I laughed at that cause she was no good school girl, she was the baddest school girl I have ever met, Trisha, like she loved to be called, had fucked all the ‘it’ guys in school and made it look like a child’s game. She even fucked all the meanest girls and got them fighting for her. I on the other hand, was lucky, I was her childhood bestie and roommate so, and she never dumped me. I loved her, oh! How I loved her.

I never slept with a man except she told me to; she made me experience what it was to enjoy fucking. Our first encounter together, I arrived school, happy to have gained admission at last and into my dream school most especially, happy that I will be united with my bestie again and this time, never having to pay for an apartment as I was going to live with her. That night was a celebration; I had my first champagne and felt a sweet sensation between my legs. Trisha noticed and asked me how I felt but I just giggled, she came too close and I held my breath as she breathlessly told me to take off my dress. I did that without hesitation, not wanting to offend her as she had a bad temper. That was when I experienced a girl to girl action. She looked deep into my eyes and squeezed my nipples gently. I let out a soft moan and looked stylishly away from her. She held my chin and returned my face back to her piercing eyes. My lips parted as a soft moan escapes again. My heart rate jolted as fear and lust engulfed my entire body. She laughed and went down on my as my legs gave way ad I slumped to the ground, her lips, eating softly, teasing my clits. I screamed in pleasure as my body exploded, sending spasm all over as if I was being electrocuted. I learnt later that it was called…cum.

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I could never forget that day, I could never forget any day with her, it was one experience or the other like our last night together.  The night before, she had lured me into her apartment. I had moved out cause I could not handle the nymphomaniac sexual encounters. I was not a sex person as such but I loved fucking her, I loved having her to myself so when she called that night that she want me, wanted to taste my insides, I ran down with wet pants, longing for her lips against mine, her tongue licking and caressing my clits. In the cab, I fondled myself, wanting her like ever. As I got into her apartment, she pinned me against the wall and planted a deep kiss on my lips. She started to fondle myself as I tried to touch her, she pinned my hands up against the wall with her left hand and laughed. I giggled. We loved to play the slave and master, I being the slave. Trisha was a good girl to people outside but a bad girl to a community of such repute and I loved her so much. She undressed me as I undressed her and led me to her room. As we entered, I froze in shock as a naked man was on her bed, wanking to a screen, viewing her living room, obviously, he watched our every move. I turned to look at her and I saw plea in her eyes, pleading with me to join them.  Now that I think of it, I think it was fear because for once, in bed with them, trisha was a slave and he…the master. He had this wicked grin that made me shiver but in a sadistic way, it turned me the fuck on and made me animalistic in bed.

Before I woke up, he was gone and Trisha never said a word about him instead, she told me about meeting up a guy she had being fucking on phone. She was so excited and was trying out different underwear’s before she decided to go nude under for a quickie in the woods. She rushed me out of her apartment that evening while she lit some scented candles. she dressed, changed the sheets and step out to take a cab obviously to meet up with her date. I was watching from behind a car as she left, jealous of the date, wanting her even more. Spying on her was something I did often. Then I noticed a shadow of a man emerge from behind a tree, also watching her leave. I shivered as he smiled, white teeth so obvious in the dark. I slowly walked away, unnoticed by him, I think, wondering if it was the same guy we fucked the night before or if, it was another creepy dude. Yes, Trisha has been having mood swings lately, jumping at every sound and I knew she must be experiencing a creepy dude – in the past, she had stalkers, we called them the ‘creepy dudes’.

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The next morning, Trisha was missing and her body found three days after in the woods. It had to be him, he killed my best friend. I broke down in tears, wailing and cursing not wanting to give the detectives any hint I could be involved cause deep down, I was happy she was dead but worried I might be next. 

W-I-L-L 4

  I did everything possible to avoid going to the hospital after that incident. I freaking had a hard-on that means I could take her if I decide to lose it. She was older yes, you could see the wrinkle-line show at the sides of her eyes when she smiled that angelic smile. She had a way with her smile; she will rock slowly like a little girl while she smiled. Then she will end it with a flirtatious look and wink, a lick of her left lower lip and a bite. Now that gets to me, I can just imagine her bite gently at my lil man, and then teasingly, roll her tongue round the tip. I felt a hard-on nod at the thought. She def will be a bomber in bed

Will, will are you listening to me at all?

Sorry babe, please repeat

You have been lost these days and acting so strange especially with Omoni

Who?

I said with so much irritation

Oh! Don’t start pretending on me Will, I know you too well. Please as much as I hate her I just need to be calm around her for Dad’s sake; so please, curtail your own hatred too ok dear?

If only she knew, I laughed in side

Ok love, anything for you

I said as I planted a kiss on her lips. I like the way she plays naïve, more so, I like that she can be that oblivious about the truth. I dropped her off at her house and drove straight to meet the boys at our favourite bar – Da Liqueur Bar. They hailed as they saw me, Oke made to be wanking and I laughed. We always had our different expression for each late entrance. Mine was the wank, Oke was a side blow job while Chuks was a rodeo spank then Niyi was the tongue (laughs) the licking pussy tongue, it irritated him. And yes, there is a Niyi; you thought we were just 3guys? Na. we are actually 9 correct bobos but the 4 of us have come all the way from nursery school. Funny, all the way to primary school, Chuks was the soft cry baby; now he is the bad asss nigga amongst us, keeping a steady babe for over 10years and still changing at least 3 different babes every month. Within us, we know 2 of his illegitimate kiddies that he refused to accept as his. The good thing is that their mothers made sure they were carbon copies of their Dad’s (I think that is the only thing ladies don’t fake lol).

Lover boy so have you done it, have you made the old woman scream ‘hallelujah’?

I laughed, yes, I would so love to fuck the living day lights out of Omoni but she was Breanna’s step mum and I won’t want to hurt Breanna, naïve as she might be, she can be the loving girlfriend one wishes always for.

Oh! Boy that learn-ned pussy wan kill me con spoil my relationship o, imagine

Na today you sabi?

Femi laughed as he spat the bitter truth

Guy, nemesis sabi tail us o, na wetin devil wan use spoil your happiness with Breanna be dis o, how many fuck we don fuck wey sweet pass, crazy pass, were u wan talk say this ancient pussy naim go crown all the victorious bednastic wey you don do?

We all burst out laughing. When Femi gets like this, no clown can beat him

Well, call me old school but when has love stopped real Nigerian men form wanting to frack more ladies?

We sabi love sef, pastor chuks?

Well wetin we know na love, weda nor be the right way or naim, we go still love an frack arside

We laughed some more and drank some more. Life is as easy as we make it but recalling the events of yesterday was like a renewed punishment for a deed the gods could not forgive.  

All week, I avoided her like a plague, gave different silly excuse why I couldn’t be at the hospital even till they discharged my boss. Now that was the problem, I could not avoid not visiting him at home when he was discharged, so I visited same day he got home. We greeted like we always do but he always had this frown when he shook me, then he will stare deep into my eyes, dragging me to him, then he would smile and shake on. I knew it was a warning but for who I could ever tell. After our ceremonial handshake on this faithful day, I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Kind of thankful she was nowhere around. Breanna had offered to take her Dad up to his room so he could rest after the trip from the hospital. I walked freely to the kitchen and that’s when she sprung on me, startling me. She was wearing long nighties, white and transparent. I could feel every curve with my eyes, from the way her pelvic curved in a V down to her tinny, just growing, pubic hairs. Her nipples were big, brown and funny…ERECT. She laughed and lined on the wall, licking her glass of wine.

Scareddy cat, you are just a pussy through and through

That got me, not what she said but the way she laughed. It got me erect immediately and without thinking, I glued her to the wall with my body and planted a deep kiss on her lips while my fingers quickly went beneath her dress and I inserted the middles finger in her rush , deep inside her. She moaned so loud all I could hear was my sperm rush down my lil man. Her hands grabbed me behind while she tried to hug my legs with hers. I pressed more into her, fingers deeper, kiss harder and other finger, pinching hard at her nipples.

Will, will where are you, am ready, let’s leave

I pulled away from her and stared her hard in the eye while she looked on like a sad puppy. I had her and I had her bad. I didn’t even smile, I just looked at her hard after pulling away, leaving her hanging, wanting me, begging me, with no words.

Breanna, I’m in the kitchen, coming out in a bit

I looked at her this time, stingingly. A warning, then I turned away, walking out on her and out of the kitchen. I heard her moan in pain and slide down, leaning still on the wall, probably sobbing.

It gives me so much pleasure thinking about it. Now she will know the rumours are true and I take no prisoners. Now she would wish she never seduced me.

Will it’s obvious you have just taken another woman down haba, see your hard-on for were strong men like us dey. If we nor know you, we go think say you dey do men o, chei, my man, that girl don suffer

We all laughed but this is a story I am not willing to share with my boys.

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W-I-L-L 3

‘Will, will are you there?’ she sobbed into the phone

‘What’s wrong baby, of course I am here’

‘Dad had a stroke, that was what she was trying to tell me and I was too angry to listen’

‘Stroke, you serious, how is he now?’

‘Well, he is asleep, doctors say he is stable but needs rest’

‘ I will be there as soon as possible dear’

Line went dead

It’s funny how spite stops us from getting through to each other. Breanna didn’t need to hate her step mum cause her mum died years ago when she was 13. Then it was just her and her dad till 2years ago when her dad ran into miss gorgeous.  The thought of her still gives me a hard on and I wonder what the real deal will be like. I could just see her sway her full hips in my minds eye. Hips as huge as a hippo’s with bum well rounded like a good mould of pounded yam only this was as soft as mouka foam yes, I know it will be soft. My dick throbs just thinking about taking her in my arms and doing some nasty to her. I shake my head to senses, I cant be lusting over my boss’s wife and my girlfriends step mum, wow that combination made my dick throb one for a good combo lol, it will be the killer combo of all weird people you’ve had sex with episode.

As I was rushing towards my car, heading for the hospital, my phone rings. It was Oke.

My guy

My guy

Whats apppppp!

Men! Not a good day so far o, my boss had a stroke and breanna is off her head in tears.

Wow, I don’t want to be you right now. Though when you see your step mother inlaw, squeeze one butt for me ok? (he laughed)

Guy, you want make bree stab me with injection ba? And I don’t do such joh, I am retired

Retired my gbolar, if she stands in front of you naked please tell me you will gradually help her put  her dress back on

Off course I will, gradually, making sure my skin brushes against her curves, then her boobs and… (I started to throb again)

Mennnn…guy…I don’t want to be you right now ah-ahn, hear the lust in your voice

Common shatap there, oya bye-bye

I hung the phone with both of us laughing hysterically. As I drove to the hospital, all I could think of was what I did do if I ran into her naked. Will I actually control myself? What of if she threw herself at me, would I stop myself? I doubt I would though, given the way my heart beats anytime I see her  just like now; I slowed down as I drove into the hospital parking lot. Not cause I was being careful, no, but cause she was there, bent over, reaching out for something in her car. I swear she saw me coming and decided to torment me like always; she lingered longer, lifting one leg and I could feel it behind me, urging my bum to penetrate further. I shook my head and quickly screeched, swaying, just barely missing the wall protruding from a parking lot line. She heard the screech and looked up as I blushed all over from embarrassment, she smiled and winked at me. I swear she winked at me. I just gently parked my car, staring horridly at my erect dick. Like for real, what am I going to do.

I walked quickly into the hospital as my dick went flaccid, but as I got in, she appeared in front of me and so close I could feel her breathe, heavy, on my chest hair. I start to breathe so fast as she walked closer to me, whispering in my ear

Hi, sorry about your boss

She laughed, that devilish teasing laugh that gets me so wanting her and then, she walked away. I stood there like a log of wood, I couldn’t move, the lust was getting stronger and she…she was playing hard.

Hey Will, thanks for coming

My girl said, kissing my cheeks as she saw me walk into the ward where my boss was. I looked over her and waved at my boss as he gave a weak smile. Then I waved at her; she was seated by his side, holding his hands. As I looked at her, she leaned forward seductively and kissed his arm as she winked at me. I quickly perked my girl and told her I will be waiting for her in the waiting room.

As I sat down, thinking to myself that this had to stop. I had to corner that woman and show her she shouldn’t mess with a guy like me, I would so fuck the living day lights out of her, that next time she sees or hear from…

Will?

My thoughts froze at the sound of her voice. I turned to see her, making herself comfortable in the seat next to me. I smiled, she smiled back

It’s sad you know, watching your man jerk, thinking he was cumming but he was actually having a stroke

She looked at me and saw me turn red. She laughed

Com’on dear, we are adults you know. Wow, is that not MAD magazine, gosh I miss it

Without a warning, she leaned across me to get the magazine from the magazine rack. I swear she did it on purpose cause she wiggled, brushing her boobs on my thighs then she pressed forward and I could feel her soft boobs on my thighs, I swear, I lifted a palm to try and reach for a squeeze but it was frozen. I turned to look at her bum staring at me, wanting me, telling me to take it and ram it like a bull rams into a red cloth. My dick throbbed under her and before I could stop it, it touched her. Making her bounce back in shock, giggle as usual.

You naughty-naughty Will; is that who I think it is, tell me his name?

Her voice had changed, it was deep, husky and in a whisper

Will, William!

My girlfriend’s angry voice brought me back to my senses and I quickly leaned away from her and turned to face my girl

Yes bree!

I said shakily

I am ready to leave now

She said, eyeing her step mum who didn’t even turn to look at her but concentrated on the magazine, laughing at nothing.

 I got up slowly and ran to the convenience as Bree disappeared into her dad’s ward. I smelt trouble lurking at the door and wasn’t surprised to see her at the door

Some other time, when she is far away, I will get to findout if you are really the ‘will’ people have been talking about.

She walked away, wiggling that ass the way I like, making me want to grab and bite them. This was a test and I already failed.


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