It’s been 4 months since my last relationship. She was made of the best clay in heaven and she genuinely cared about me. One thing though was lacking; inability to engage in some daring activities in bed. Funny thing is I ended up being accused of being a sex addict. Well, after weighing it all, I decided it was best for us both if we parted ways so I gave up trying to make her change but just stopped seeing her until she got the hint and moved on.
So I was single, broke and ugly. My final semester wasn’t the fun I expected it to be. In the midst of all these though, I had this female friend of mine that I was always pestering to link me up with one of her friends but as fate would have it, she kept on refusing; noting my outward appearance and assuming I was a playboy even though deep down I knew that’s exactly what I was or should I say wanted to be-I wasn’t interested in any unnecessary commitment. I did not need a relationship, I did not need a companion. All I wanted was a fuck mate. A lady whose sexual desires would match mine.
During this period, my final year project was already stressing my life. No money to do the major things at the right time. I was at the lowest point in my life though most people didn’t notice (I hid my insecurities so well). My supervisor had a huge reason to dislike me, I had used money I was supposed to use to get laptop to aid writing my project easier to invest in a ponzi scheme that collapsed days after I put all my savings in it.
All I’m trying to say is that I was a ship wreck at that point. Even me wouldn’t date myself. All I was looking for were those moments of blissful fucking where I could fuck a pretty lady (well ugly would’ve been welcomed too sha) and I would forget about my current woes.
Sex was my own way of getting high. While friends would choose to drink or smoke weed and perhaps take drugs, all I needed was good sex. In all my fetishism though, I still wouldn’t go for a prostitute. Not because I had anything against them but I knew in my mind that that it wouldn’t be the same with them. I needed a girl I could fuck with and still gist with after-not an empty shell.
Now, imagine a sex addict breaking up with a girl for not being freaky enough and going without sex for 4 good months. Those months were hell, I would stay up at night to watch movies with sexual representations but they did nothing to allay my cravings.
Then one day, I was hanging out with the friend I was always pestering and she finally agreed to send me her friend’s number after she had sought the lady’s permission.
I was pleased with this new development. I was finally going to get a girl with the permission of her friend. One thing most guys didn’t know though which I figured quite easily was the fact that most ladies would feel more at ease with someone who has affiliations with a friend of theirs, they just happen to open up more easily to you if they knew you through a friend. I had this figured out for a while. So although I go out fishing myself, I decided to still use a conduit thereby making my sweet mouth easily sucked up without unnecessary kerfuffle.
Two days after the friend promised to send the contact, I got the number of a pretty young lady messaged to me. Gbam! The net was spread and now a catch was imminent. I decided not to hurry though but I couldn’t keep too calm, so the next day, I messaged the lady and the responses were quite succinct but I was undeterred for I recognize initial “gra gra” when I see one. I had sent my pictures to the friend before so I knew the lady already had an inkling as to what I looked like and considering the fact that she still gave out her number, I assumed I had scaled one important hurdle.
I left messaging behind and called her that same night I messaged her- being a little bit eloquent and verbose in the art of english speaking, I easily got her engaged in some exciting discussions and we later agreed to meet up the very next day.
I couldn’t believe my luck though, it appeared my lonely days were at an end. Around this period however, I was chasing this part one student whose character attracted me more than her beauty (in fact I think I was chasing two different part one students) but mainly due to their naivety. In my crazy mind, I felt part one students wouldn’t stress my life too much for they would be too happy with the thoughts of being in a relationship with a final year student to concern themselves with the material things I could offer.
Unfortunately though, it seemed I had chosen the worst of the bunch, or perhaps they weren’t ready for any relationship or they just didn’t have the brains to comprehend my demands.
Fast forward a bit to the day we scheduled for our rendezvous, I called my pending lover and she sounded very tired, complaining about having a stressful day at school and being in no state to step out of her house again. My mind couldn’t allow me to let her be though, so I persuaded her to let me come see her in her house and she eventually gave in. She gave me directions and before she could call to change the plans, I hailed a bike and off I was my mind filled to the brim with different schemes.
What will I say to get her to like me? I had confidence in my outward appearance though(I had taken time to dress fine and luckily I just had an haircut the day before). When I got to the place she described, I found it to be a remote area telling me a little bit more about her. I called her and she came out from the space between two houses that obviously needed some makeover. We exchanged pleasantries and I immediately noticed her shyness further buoying my ego.
Getting into her room, I realised she had a roommate who was pretending to be engrossed on her phone after we said hello while in fact I could feel her eyes sizing me up. My host sat on her bed and I was offered a chair to sit on in the center of the room. We kept on looking at each other until I broke the ice with some witty statements which she appeared to find funny. After some minutes, her friend was like “shey ooni shey alejo e lalejo ni?” (won’t you offer your visitor anything?) I told her not to worry that I was OK.
The friend then decided to choose that moment to take a walk leaving me and my host alone in the room.
After some moments, she said it won’t be okay if she doesn’t offer me anything, so she stepped out leaving me alone in the room my eyes wandering around and noting the fact that this is no rich man’s daughter’s room.
Some moments later, she came in with a bottle of chilled coke which she opened and passed to me along with a cup. I decided to take a sip from the coke my long throat almost drown the whole bottle at once. All these while she was watching me not saying much. In my mind, I thought she probably saw me as an hungry man.
Anyways, to move on to the main part of this story, during our short conversation, I got to learn a little bit about her; she was a 300lvl student of Dramatic arts ( a department renowned for their promiscuity) I knew immediately that this was a big catch if I played my game well enough.
We kept on talking for quite a while and by the end of our conversation, I had her convinced enough to agree to another meet up the next day. While talking to her, I received a text from one of the part 1 student I was chasing. Considering the fact that I’ve always tried to persuade this girl to come to my place and she had always refused, I assumed asking her to see me in my house would make her ghost away again. As fate would have it though, she agreed without any fuss (my guess, she’s ready to say yes).
Now I was lost, I have been chasing several ladies for a while and none had agreed to see me at my place but within 24hrs, I had fixed appointments with two different ladies for the next day. Though I wasn’t sure whether any of the two would bore the required fruits I needed since I hadn’t the courage to convince a girl on first meet that she should have sex with me.
The next day, I woke up confused about how to see two different ladies without them knowing about each other. As fate will have it however, the part one student called and said she’s going to come over to my place immediately after Friday prayers. Okay, I have a lady to host but what to do with the other promising lover? After thinking it through, I dialed her number and told her I’ll be heading out to campus for some important project but we could see later in evening, she agreed.
Lady one arrived at my place at around 2:30pm and I immediately knew she wasn’t going to give me what I wanted since she refused to even hug me. This time, I decided patience wouldn’t cut it. I got her a drink from the little change with me and proceeded to entertain her with a game of cards. After a while, I decided to test her resolve by putting my hands around her waist while we gisted, she became really stiff and I withdrew my hand wishing she would leave. After several attempts at intimacy, she said she would like to leave in 30mins time.
30mins what? Of me praying she’d leave so I could call my seemingly better prospect at blissful intimacy? I decided to hasten her up by pretending to take a call that prompted me to have to go see a friend somewhere. She took the hint and left. The bike I saw her take hadn’t gone out of my view when I began dialing Memunah’s number. She answered on second ring.
“hello, what’s up” I said tentatively
“I’m good” she replied with some enthusiasm
“will you still be able to see me today?”
“Yes, I’ve been waiting for your call”
I lost my train of thoughts for a bit, how come this girl is so responsive to me? I started suggesting places we could meet but also hinting she could come over to my house if she doesn’t see it as too much of a bother. Well, she agreed to come see me at my place and I texted her the address.
In my mind I was already thinking guys in my compound will hear it today. No girl had come visiting for months but now I’m about to receive my second visitor in a day. I couldn’t describe the happy feeling that suddenly filled my innards. I decided to entertain her well.
I went to the lady selling stuff in front of my house and got spaghetti and ingredients to prepare it with.
I was still blending the pepper when my phone rang. Memunah had gotten to the address I gave her.
I couldn’t contain my excitement and couldn’t stop thinking about a lot of things that could go wrong as I went to pick her.
The way she looked enthused to see me made me wonder maybe I’d gotten more handsome over the weeks or something. She was just smiling and funnily enough, she did not shy away when I tried hugging her. The hug I couldn’t get from my previous guest who to be frank wasn’t as pretty as she is.
“Hi, hope it wasn’t too difficult to locate this place?”
She replied with a no. To be honest, I felt the tempo of my heartbeat increase. I was totally enamored as I walked her to my room. When we got in, I gave her my laptop and played a movie I knew she’d like after which I headed to the kitchen to continue cooking.
After adding all of the ingredients to the spaghetti, I entered the room to keep her company and I delve into a monologue about how single I am, how I’d love to have someone to care for and particularly how I’d begun to really like her ever since I set my eyes upon her. Before she could reply, I left the room to check my spaghetti. 5mins later I reentered the room with a steaming dish of surreptitiously prepared spag and eggs( I served our meal together).
When we were done eating, she kept seeing the movie while I chipped in a word or two professing my admiration of her feminine contours. She soaked up most of my carefully chosen words and I could notice how comfortable she was in my company so I went in for a kiss. Smack! On the lips. I withdrew immediately our lips touched so as to give her enough time to reject my advances(if she wanted to). To my surprise however, she said nothing but kept looking at my lips with such sensuality that I threw caution to winds and delved in again.
She responded with such urgency that I had to call to bear all of my expertise. It was a case of who could kiss best and fastest. Such sweet lips, full and ultimately well formed. I lost myself in them. Kissing with a dexterity that I never knew I possessed. Mehn, did she respond? Her response was like that of a long lost lover. I could feel the younger me throbbing in between my legs but I tried my best to stay calm and not spook her.
After keeping my eyes closed for what seemed like eternity while we kissed, I opened them and noticed how deeply shut hers were. I assumed just like me, she was trying to savor the moment. The kiss went on for such a long time I began to feel she was trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. Moments later, I decided to take it a step further.
My hands developed a mind of their own and started prowling. I touched her every where possible. Tentatively at first but she kept urging me much to my chagrin. So we kept this on for a while until I decided to put an end to it. I don’t know why exactly but I knew I didn’t wanna have sex with her the first time she was at my place. In my aroused state, I was still a gentleman at heart.
I already made a mental note not to deprive her of any piece of clothing so all she had to do was readjust her shirt. By this time, it was already getting late so she prepared to leave.
Before I saw her off, we agreed upon seeing each other two days later since she said she had a particular occasion to attend. This information erased the possibility of us seeing the very next day from my mind.
After she left, my roommate came in and we gisted a little. I remember telling him I was in love( In retrospect, “lust”perhaps would’ve been a better word). We kept on talking till I fell asleep forgetting to call Memunah if she had arrived home. A mistake? Maybe not.
Around 3am in the morning, I woke up and picked up my phone. What I saw on the screen left me in a state of momentary shock. 12missed calls! Guess from who? Yes you guessed right. Memunah! My mind started thinking many possibilities. What could have happened? Hope she was safe? I said a silent prayer for her safety. Dialing her number almost immediately, she picked it after the third ring. My guess, she couldn’t sleep.
Her voice sounded so vibrant so I guess she wasn’t asleep just yet.
“Sorry I didn’t call to check whether you got home”
“it’s fine, at least now I’ve heard your voice” she said in such cool tone I was taken aback.
Wasn’t she supposed to be angry or something? I was expecting a cold shoulder but her next statement made me realize if there was something such as love at first kiss, she is in that dreamy place with me.
“Kenny, I couldn’t sleep cos I thought you were ignoring my calls” she said sweetly. This statement sent a nice feeling from my ears down to the tip of my toes. “How did I get so lucky?” I thought.
After her sweet confession, I went on a 5minutes long monologue to pacify her and reassure her that I just fell asleep which was unlike me. Then we said our good nights. I was already referring to her as “baby”.
When I dropped the call, I laid in bed and try to commit to memory all I must have done and said to make such a delicately pretty young lady feel so much for me within a short period of time. I was still deep in thoughts before the angels of the night whispered into my night and I drifted into a dreamy slumber.
Since she said she would be busy the next day, I decided not to call her too early so I wouldn’t come forth as a desperate young man. Moreover, it was a Saturday and there were many important Premier league matches that particular weekend including one between my favorite club(Chelsea) and their arch-rival (Arsenal).
The minutes of the day progressed into hours and before I knew it, it was 5pm. Chelsea’s match was by
5:30. I headed to the bathroom for a quick scrub but on my reentry into my room, I met my phone ringing. Checking the screen, it was my latest heartthrob.
“where are you?” she said with such urgency that I had to reply reflexively that I was home.
She went ahead to inform me that she would be taking the route along my house on her way home from her occasion and she was wondering if she could stop by.
In my weirdest state, I don’t think I could’ve said anything but “Yes, feel free to stop by”
“OKay then, I will be there in the next 30 to 45minutes” she said and dropped the call.
30 to 45minutes? I suppose I could follow the Premier league matches on my phone anyways. And YES! I enjoy the company of someone I care about more than I did football.
I laid back in bed pressing my phone and silently praying she wouldn’t call and change her plans. To be safe also, I put 2 sachet of condoms in an easy to reach place. Well, if she really wants it this time, I suppose there’ll be no harm in offloading my tank through her.
At exactly 6pm, I heard a knock at my door and when I opened, there she was looking all shades of beautiful in her glowing attire. Before I could say Jack, she was in my arms and we were kissing with renewed fervor. This time around I wasted no time before beginning the exploration of her body. Her responses were explosive.
Within moments, we were in my bed each of us trying to touch each other in every part of the body all at once. I was still keeping it cool and not pulling her clothes but then she tugged at my shorts and I knew immediately I would be a fool if I refuse to give in.
Caution took its plane ticket and somersualted out of my room. I helped her out of her gown while she did away with my shirt and boxers. When we were both completely naked, I stood up from the bed to admire the perfect sculpture right in front of me. Her face fell in shyness and she tried covering herself with her hands but I wasn’t having it.
“Look at me baby, you are very beautiful and I’m just trying to remind myself this is not all a dream.”
I watched her face relax before I proceeded to put on the protective gear. Joining her in bed, I had to remind myself to keep calm and not jump right into her honey pot. We continued kissing. This time with more tongue slapping while my hands made thier way to heap of her breasts. Caressing them one after the other. I stroked one nipple and before long, I started sucking the other with my mouth. This double entendre must have sent a massive sensation to her brain cos she let out a soft moan and grabbed my John Thomas. Apparently, she wanted to return the favour.
Her hands on me almost made me lose it but I kept myself in check and continued with my slow but steady exploration of her perfectly formed body. Just to be sure she was ready, I took a hand away from her breasts and placed it between her parted thighs. The wetness there was like a fountain. I decided to be a bit naughty. Stroking her clits with one hand while the other hand continued pleasuring her breasts. I need no shaman to let me know I was doing a good job. She was gushing wetness over my fingers while her nipples throbbed and pointed in unison at my face.
Through all of this, her fingers wrapped around my shaft was stroking me with a bit of finesse which made me realize I was with no greenhorn. We kept this on for a while until she suddenly pulled my ear to her lips and whispered “please fuck me”.
I need not be told twice. I flipped her over and made her straddle me. Why I did this I wouldn’t know. I guess I wanted her to do the honours herself. For someone who had been sex starved, I was really pleased with how much control I’ve exercised with this particular young lady.When she was on top, she adjusted herself so my pointed phallus was just at the edge of her mound.
Just when I thought she would take me in, she said she wasn’t sure she was doing the right thing. Ha! You aren’t doing the right thing bawo? Baby please na. “Shebi you just said I should fuck you now?”
“What if I had thrust in immediately you asked?” She said she wasn’t thinking straight. All through this though, she maintained her position between my knees so I guess she just wanted assurance that I wasn’t taking advantage of her.
“Kenny do you love me?” she asked after awhile
“YES! Baby I love you so much, I’ve never felt like this with anyone before” I said. Going on to say how much I’ve been thinking about nothing but her since I collected her number.
She froze for moments. I suppose she was mulling over all I had said with her eyes closed. When she reopened them, there was nothing but sweetness written on her face. Leaning forward, she kissed me and in the same breath, she adjusted her hips and slowly, I could feel her wetness surround my quickly hardened shaft(it depleted during the intermission).
My! Was she wet? Very. I felt a lot of sensations all at once. She kept drifting down until she had all of me inside her. Sex indeed gives one of the best feelings there is in this world. I kept my cool and allowed her control the tempo. She kept grinding me and before I knew what was up with my mouth, I was saying;
“I love you Memunah”
“Ride me baby”
“Harder please”
I really was deep in my feelings and she kept doing such dance with her hips I knew I wouldn’t last long if I stayed under. After several bounces, I flipped her yet again. This time with her back turned to me. Spreading her legs with my knees while she arched her back, I re-entered her. Taking measured strokes before increasing the tempo. Watching her ass bubbling with every stroke eventually made me lose it and I came vigorously moaning her name loudly.
Excerpt from the continuation
“Memunah! Who is Afeez and why is he promising to suck your pussy next time you guys meet?” I asked. Furious after reading through a conversation she had with a guy she’s probably cheating on me with.
Tbc.
What’s was her response? I can’t wait to find out.
Keinspen 