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For most of the rest of the holidays I just roamed around the house aimlessly. Mom and dad had traveled to Benin for a week’s pleasure trip.
Those two are always acting like teenagers still going through the stage of first love.
The trip should have allowed me enough space to have as much fun as I could get. But, I’d decided very early to leave my school life well alone at school, never letting the two mix and never giving my parents an inkling of a notion of the kind of life I led in school. It was difficult but the girls understood and left me alone during the holidays.
I remained daddy’s little queen and mummy’s darling angel at home. It was better for everyone that way. I rarely left the house and hardly had visitors. At one point, my mom had begged me to bring home some of my friends telling me it is not healthy to stay cooped up in my room watching E!, being on the phone and reading Vogue magazine.
So, I remained my quiet sweet self and steered all offers for visits away. It was a lonesome life but it suited me just fine.
It had been three weeks since I ran into Doobi Loo aka Mr. Macho at the club. But, he had not called or anything. Maybe he had seen my play as a ruse that it was.
In the initial week after the meeting, I had been almost sure that he was going to give me a call. But the euphoria had since frittered away. However, boredom was killing me. I couldn’t wait for school to resume in another week -The last school semester before my graduation from the university. I couldn’t spend the day on the phone pinging, sending voice notes and calling my girlfriends. A girl needed to go out and have fun. I needed to be with my girlfriends and rock the town. As it was our last semester, we had made plans to make it our wildest yet.
I was halfway across the sitting room to get myself a glass of milk when my blackberry phone began to ring. It must be one of the girls I thought to myself as I ignored it and went to make my milk shake. While in the kitchen the phone rang two more times.
Fuck You Thilda, Ireti or Omoh!!!
When I returned I found the call had been from the same unfamiliar number. There had been a text message too.
“I’ll call one more time. Maybe you r not around ur fone – D”
Shit!
What was that supposed to mean? It was a pretty cryptic message. First, I do not know anyone that readily comes to mind that I know as “D”. Second, could one of the other two missed calls have being the “one more time”? Lord knows I wanted to call and find out who it was. But, I steeled myself. A girl has to have her wits around her all the time and call bluffs. It is the greatest weapon we have against men.
So, instead of calling back I changed the TV channel. After a few minutes I got bored and went into my room to rummage in the deepest part of my trunk for some DVDs. I slotted the disc into the machine in my room and lay back on my bed. I might as well have some fun with myself. Sometimes, a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do to retain her sanity. After I was done with myself, I went into the bathroom and showered. I had just stepped out of the shower when my phone rang again.
This time, I rushed to pick the call.
“Hello….” there was a slight pause on the other end before an oddly familiar voice replied.
“Hi Anu. This is D. The guy from The Cave,” another pause, “you remember? Black shirt and white trousers.”
Click!
My mind was reeling and I was tongue-tied, the voice at the other end continued filling the awkward silence with its rich baritone presence, “I never really got to introduce myself to you when we met. You did not give me that chance. I am in town and was wondering; since you said I could call whenever I wanted, if you’d like to have lunch and a drink with me,” it was like a sing-song. I sat heavily on my bed while I hung on desperately to my phone.
Okay, I should not lose my head now.
“Err….”
“If it’s not convenient we could do it another time. I just thought since I was in town….”
“Not that….Okay, meet me at KFC, the one around Industrial Avenue, Ilupeju. You know the place?”
There was a slight pause again before his answer came, “Yeah, I know the place. Cool…will see you soon.” He hung up, but I kept hanging on to the phone after he was gone. It was unbelievable he would call after such a long time.
Three fucking weeks! No calls, no texts…no nothing.
Twenty minutes later, I was dressed in a black jeans pants (not what I’d have preferred), a blue top and black flat shoes. I made it to Ilupeju from Ajao estate in about forty minutes, but Doobi was already waiting. He stepped out of a glittering black Toyota Pilot jeep as soon as I paid off the cab and made to step into the eat out place.
“Hi Anu,” he flashed one of the cutest smiles I have ever seen and extended his hands, “sorry to change the plans like this but if you don’t mind I’d want to take you to Jade on Isaac John. It is better and more private”
I ignored the slight hint of snobbishness, shook hands and stepped into the coolness of the jeep.
If dude wants to spend his money, fine. He still got his lips to make more cool cash for him. But, how come he had stayed quiet all this time.
As if reading my mind, he turned to me and flashed one of those cute smiles again, “sorry I was not in touch before now. We were on a two weeks tour of Sierra Leone for UNICEF.”
That explains a lot then. I had a vague recollection of reading about the concert. But, I can’t remember if the Eskimos had been mentioned.
“It’s alright D,” it sounded already accustomed to my tongue –“D”. Like the big D.
“I didn’t have your card with me otherwise I’d have called.”
We drove for another twenty minutes, with him telling me about the group and what went down in Freetown. Soon we arrived at Jade and proceeded to have an entirely blissful afternoon. We talked about almost everything. He told me he had been at The Cave the night we met to meet with the group’s manager about the tour. Thankfully, he made no further reference to the circumstances under which he had met me. I told him about school and about my friends.
I was on the lookout for when the trap will be sprung, but so far it was still about the bait.
“What are your plans for tonight?” He asked me.The question came totally out of the blues and I was taken aback by it. There was that slight hint of reference to how we met in that seemingly innocuous question.
Here was the trap being carefully sprung by the hunter.
“We have a gig tonight at Radisson Blu and it would be my pleasure if you’d be my special guest,” that put my soaring heart gently to ground. He was looking at me in a very strange way. It wasn’t how I expected him to look if he had what I thought he had in mind, “Is it Ok? I will see you later then?” His voice brought me back to the moment at hand.
“Oh. Okay….I’d love to come….Yeah, I’d come,” it was another opportunity to see him. I’ll take small consolation in that.
Some two hours later, he dropped me off at KFC Ilupeju with a fine golden ticket for the show and a promise to see me later that evening. I could not concentrate for the rest of the afternoon. I didn’t call any of the girls either. I wanted this gist to be my surprise to them when we finally met to compare notes.
By seven o’clock I was decked out in a shimmering emerald-green flowing gown, a simple but quite expensive necklace, high heels and a green purse to match. I reckoned that the ride to Ozumba Mbadiwe on the Island shouldn’t be more than an hour and since I would be facing the heavy traffic out of the Island, I should be at the Anchorage well before the 8 p.m slated for the start of the show.
Doobi was waiting for me at the entrance to the main hall of the hotel when I arrived. He looked really cool in his tuxedo, the frame of his powerful body carried the cut of his tux very well; it accentuated his masculinity in every minute detail. He stepped forward as soon as he spotted me stepping out of the hired exclusive cab.
“You look great Anu,” his smile lighting up his face in the dimness of the night. I took the offered arm and we walked together into the hall.
He took me backstage where he introduced me to the rest of the Eskimos, a four-man group band that specialized in Jazz music. They were good and rising very fast. Jazz wasn’t common, but the Eskimos were doing a great job of making everyone notice. The UNICEF concert must have also done them a world of good. The rest of the guys were dressed in similar fashion, black tux and shoes. There was an odd shine in their eyes as I was introduced. I know I had an effect on guys, but this…it was more animal like.
With the introductions done, he led me to back to the hall, and a seat at the very front of the beautifully decorated hall. The hall was beginning to fill up.
“I hate to leave you like this. But, I’ll be back after the show and then I can take you to the after party.” Oh! I had not planned for an ‘after party’; in fact, I had given up hope of anything significant happening tonight. An ‘after party’ if it is what I think it is will mean I will be out of the house all night, or at least for most of the night.
The tiger is really coming out now.
I replied with a smile and a nod. He smiled back, turned and left me to contemplate what the night had in store for me. The ‘after party’ surely must be the main course of the day. My mind wandered, as I speculated on how it would feel to be held by such strong hands, to be kissed by D’s blond lips, be thrust against a wall while he brutally ravaged me from the front, the back and everywhere else possible. How it would feel to have the fullness of him in my mouth, tasting him and relishing the warmth of his juice as it waters my tongue.
I was brought back from my reverie by the harsh whine of the microphone as the MC for the night introduced the program for the event and set the tone for the evening. The rest of the evening was enjoyably spent listening to rock, jazz and highlife music, although many times my mind kept going back to what was potentially going to be a steamy night with D.
The show was rounded up promptly at 10 o’clock. I remained seated, pinging my friends and waiting for when D will come and pick me for the ‘after party’. One night away from home would not be a bad idea. It was fortuitous that my parents were out. Wouldn’t have liked to pass off the opportunity and promise such a night offers.
“Ready?” The voice was low and came from just behind my ears. It was the voice I had waited to hear for the past thirty minutes. “I am sorry you had to see the show alone. I can only hope you weren’t bored,” he came round and sat beside me. His cologne was strong but didn’t mask the smell of weed. I was so used to the smell and I can recognize it in a room that has been aerated for three days straight. I however pretended that faint smell didn’t reach my nose.
“It was alright D, you guys did really good,” I offered a smile of encouragement, “I especially like that you guys are trying to fuse jazz and hip hop.”
He smiled and then stood up.
“Let’s go.” It was all the invitation I needed. We left the hall and outside met with the other three guys who made up the group. They were already seated in the back seat of the car, so I took the front seat and we headed out of the Anchorage. The interior of the car also smelled of weed.
These boys have been having a good time.
We headed back to the mainland and drove into a small one-storied hotel on Herbert Macaulay way.
“We are here,”Doobi announced with a flourish as he parked the car. I was taken aback. and must have looked astonished. I had thought we had come to drop off the other guys and move on to our own private ‘after party’. But, it looked like D and his boys had a different agenda. I quickly masked my disappointment and stepped out daintily from the car.
Whatever it is, I am game.
We trooped into the hotel – a long way different from the magnificent Radisson Blu; but here there was a higher energy level. The dance floor was crowded and the heat was solid. Coupled with the smoke that hung in the air and swirled ominously around the disco lights, it was evident that this was not a place for the faint-hearted.
D guided me along the rear end of the dimly lit dance floor to a staircase that led upstairs. We moved along a short corridor and he produced a key to a room at the rear end of the corridor.
Finally, we were alone and the object and intent of the ‘after party’ was very clear.
Inside the door he didn’t waste time, his strong hands trapped me against it as I turned to face the room. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide and stall. He had me completely at his mercy and didn’t wait for an invite before crushing his mouth against mine. I had expected sex, but I had not expected the sheer force of his longing. His mouth was brushing aside my feeble resistance. He was through my lips and was probing my mouth with his tongue. I slumped against the door as my knees gave a wobble. I dropped my purse and clasped my hands around his neck, crushing my body against him, making sure my boobs rubbed and teased his chest.
I could feel the heat welling up in my belly. I can feel even more the swelling of his dick as they rose to the demand of the occasion. I knew from the feel of it I was going to have a hell of a time. It was huge.
His mouth left mine and he unclasped my hands from his neck. Gently, he lifted me off my feet and carried me to the bed where he placed me gently on the sheets and proceeded to carefully undress me. First, he pulled off my shoes and placed them neatly at the foot of the bed; he gave my feet a brief massage and brushed my toes with his lips before turning me over, unzipping my gown and rolling it down my body from the top all the way down. Now, I was left with only my panties and half-cup bra. I could hear his soft panting breaths as he paused to watch me.
“Come here baby,” I cooed, “you don’t have to stand there and gawk all night.”
“You are absolutely beautiful.”
“I know. Now, get the fuck down here. NOW!”
He stepped nimbly to the bed and slid my thongs aside, burying his lips in my vagina.
It felt like an electric wave was passing through my body as he probed my cunt with his tongue. I moaned and bit and scratched as his tongue kept working their way through me, sending spasms of pleasure and delight through my whole body. Just about when I was reaching a crescendo, he withdrew his tongue.
This boy is a devil!
“I think I have done half my part. Now, it is your turn.”
It took me only a few moments to gather my trembling self together. I clambered off the bed and crawled to where he was standing. Carefully, I removed his shoes and unclasped his suspenders. His pants fell to the floor with a whoosh sound. There was no pant or boxers or anything under.
That monster was free to be let loose.
I brushed my hands against the tautness of him. He stiffened as I collected him in my hands and stroked him. It didn’t seem possible, but his dick seemed to grow a few more inches. I began to work out – short and deep swallows, varying the rhythm every time and the sharp intake of breath and soft moans coming from him were all I needed to know I was doing a good job of it.
Without warning he removed his dick from my mouth, lifted and dumped me on the bed. He lifted up my left leg as he penetrated, coming in very deep with his first thrust. I yelled in pain and with pleasure. The shock wave to my brain was immense.
He ignored my yelp and continued to pound away with very deep thrusts that rocked my entire body. We both moved with a grace and synergistic rhythm worthy of ballet dancers. I felt him shudder and a few seconds later the warmness of him spreading through me.
IDIOT!
Thank heavens I was on the pill.
He heaved a heavy grunt and slid off me.
I wasn’t even anywhere near the finish line but it was obvious he was done for. My body needed more, I needed more. I turned and grabbed him, trying to arouse him and make him have another go. After a minute it was not working.
“I am sorry babe. I think the little man is done for the night,” he smothered a yawn.
“But, I need little man now,” my protest was silly yet I was not ready to give up. Maybe he can work some more magic with his tongue and take me past the threshold of my own sexual satisfaction.
“You know what babe…,” his voice trailed off with a hint of mischief.
“wha’?”
And how he talked me into it or how I agreed to do it I’d never know. Maybe it was the champagne, the weed he took earlier that night or the fact that my vagina ruled my head I would never be able to tell; but that night in the same room and on the same bed I slept with the entire Eskimos band.
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