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Kween and Richard are destined to be together. In the new house she just moves to, Kween becomes enamored to Richard. He is a cool guy who seems to get everything working for him. In that very house are sexual scandals that stand between them.


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KWEENI took the last of my luggage up to my bedroom. This weekend, I had decided to relocate from my former abode to Ilupeju, Lagos. Earlier, I had got the furniture moved inside the living-room with the help of the truck driver and the guy that assisted him.

I was feeling kind of grimy after all the hassles of loading and off-loading. It wasn’t easy to be moving to a new home.After the driver and his assistant had gone, I surveyed the two-bedroom flat once again; from the living-room to the two bed-rooms, the bathrooms/toilets and the kitchen.

The sitting-room was fairly large; so were the two bedrooms. The kitchen looked small, but it was okay for me. I never really fancied big kitchens. I believed I was going to like the place.There was a door from the bedroom that I could use to get into the adjoining bathroom and toilet.

Altogether, there were two bath-rooms and two toilets in the apartment. That was not bad. They were just what I wanted. The work of moving my load had taken some sweats from my body. I decided to take a shower and freshen up.I moved straight to the bathroom en-suite my bedroom.

There, I pulled my light blue t-shirt over my head. Briefly I stared at the 32C white bra, and from the not so clean straps, I could see that it needed to be changed. I unhooked the bra and hung it on the bathroom rack, beside the t-shirt.

My eyes went down to my boobs. They were still very firm. I was always proud of my tits. To me, they were gorgeous assets that must be protected. Next, I removed the black jeans trousers and my pantie. I picked the trousers and hanged it on the rack next to the bra and the t-shirt. I was not going to wear that pant again, so it could remain on the floor.

I stepped inside the bath-tube, opened the tap and water gushed from the showers. I hoped the water would always be available like this.The cold water hit my body in a relieving way.

Generously, I applied the lather soap over my head, my face, chest and the rest of my body. I allowed the water to run over my body for several minutes, then, I stopped the tap momentarily and took the floral flower gel. I made copious lather as I worked it around my face and neck.

As the stiff crinkled yellow liquid traveled over my breasts and brushed my nipples, that queasy sort of nervous feeling started in my tummy. I rubbed the liquid substance down over my tummy and thighs, skipping the soggy wisps of hair that had started growing at the pubic region again.

The white foamy lather coated my slender coltish legs only briefly before the cascading water washed all the dirt down the drain. Rubbing the scratchy bath puff on my private part gave a similar but stronger version of the feeling I got from my breasts.I never used the bathing puff between my legs.


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Rubbing the scratchy bath puff on my private part gave a similar but stronger version of the feeling I got from my breasts.I never used the bathing puff between my legs. Squeezing a blob of the bath gel onto my fingers I applied the cold slippery soap to my warm plump vulva. That indescribable warm feeling flowed up from my core until it reached my head, making it spin. My fingers worked around cleansing and exploring. It felt different every day, looking lush; and somehow there was just more of it.

I couldn't decide if the feel of my fingers on my womanhood, or the feel of my womanhood on my fingers was more intoxicating.I convinced myself that I was really having a good time with the bathing experience, so I applied more soap. It was only a couple of weeks since I had peeked at my pussy but I was sure that the inner part was sticking out a bit more now.

It must be the effect of my affairs with Preye. He was a lanky guy who just resumed in the Lagos office of DeltaLand Petroleum and Gas Limited. His family – wife and a kid - was still in Port Harcourt, and he was yet to fully settle down and bring them to Lagos. He had taken an immediate liking for me and had started an affair.

As a married man, I knew I had very little prospects of getting married to him, but I would not mind a fling. I was twenty-six, single, beautiful and desirous of good things of life. My pay with the oil and gas company was good and I was waiting for the very ‘right’ man to come.As I rubbed my hand on my body, especially the mid-section, my feeling started getting very strong. I scooped water falling from the shower head and thoroughly rinsed my pubic region with big splashes.

After some minutes, I was satisfied with the bath. I stopped the shower, stepped out of the bath tub and wrapped myself in the bath towel to rub myself dry. I wore only the bra back. I would have to wear another pantie and, instead of the trousers, wear a bum short. I stepped inside the bedroom, briefly creamed my body and wore the clothes I desired to wear. It was Saturday afternoon. I was thinking of what I would have for breakfast when the door bell sounded. Curious as to who that could be, I went to the door.

“Yes, who is it?” I said aloud.

“It’s Richard, your neighbor,” a deep voice answered.

I breathed in deeply and unlocked the door. A man of about thirty-five, tall, handsome and chocolate brown in color was there at the door with a grin.

“Hello. Did I disturb anything?” he asked, still grinning.

“Hi. Not really.”

“I’m Richard,” he went on. “I’m the occupant of the opposite flat. You’re the new tenant and I came to say welcome.”

He extended his hand for a handshake.I tried a smile.

“Thanks so much. I am Sade, but you can call me Kween.”

He nodded. “What a beautiful name; a beautiful name from a beautiful lady.”

“Thank you.”

The way his eyes stared all over my body left me in no doubt that he wanted something beyond mere friendship.

He nodded again. “Alright. We’ll be seeing again, Kween.”

“Okay, Richard.”

He left. You just came in and you already have a man showing interest in you, I told myself. I was not surprised. With my looks, I was never short of such attraction. I decided that I would have to look for an eatery around and get a good meal.

By evening, I could resume cooking. I returned to the bedroom to change to a jeans skirt. It was a casual outing, so I would not need much making up or dressing up. I locked the flat up and went out to the street. Ilupeju was quite a new place to me, so I would need time to find my way around.

Just about twenty meters away was Coker Road. I walked down the road. I was about to ask an approaching lady where there was good eatery when a coming car hooted its horn and parked by the road.

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I was about to ask an approaching lady where there was good eatery when a coming car hooted its horn and parked by the road.

Now, who could know me, an almost stranger, here? I walked towards the car and bent to look at the person behind the wheel. I was surprised to find that it was Richard.

“Hey, beauty, where could you be going under this hot sun?” he asked.

I grinned sheepishly. “I was actually trying to see where I can get a good place to eat.”

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me the other time? Hop in, I’ll take you to a nice place.”

I opened the front right door of the Mercedes C class car and sat in the seat.“There are many good places to eat around here, but I’ll take you to Town Planning Way.”

I nodded while he drove on. Just two minutes’ drive took us to where he had in mind. He parked on the car lot and we got down from the car. We sat where we could directly watch the big screen television.

“So, what will you like to take, Kween?”

“Fried rice and chicken will be okay,” I replied.

He nodded as if that was the answer he expected.Fried rice and chicken was ordered for the two of us. The delicious meal was brought and we started to eat.

“Tell me about yourself,” he started the conversation.

I grinned. “Where would I start?”

“Anywhere. I’m sure anything that comes from your mouth will be good to hear.”

I smiled. “You don’t have to flatter me, Richard.”

“It’s no flatter. I only say things as they are. So, tell me about yourself.”

“Alright.” So, briefly I told him about myself. He listened keenly as if he was listening to CNN news. Within a minute, my short biodata was over.

“It’s your turn. Tell me everything about yourself.”

“Everything?”

“Well, every important thing.”

He launched into a long talk. He was born here in Lagos to the influential family of Professor Mick Adeyemi. At the age of nineteen, he was taken to U.S.A to continue his education. He spent twelve years there before he came back home to work for his father’s business. He studied Economics there and presently worked at his father’s micro finance bank.

The house he occupied actually belonged to his father. The latter had vowed that he would not have a house that fully belonged to him until he settled down in marriage and behaved responsibly. Well, here he was, trying to get Miss Right.

Here I was too, trying to get Mr. Right.

“Interesting,” I said. “Are you saying you’re still single?”

He looked surprised that I should ask that question. “Of course, I am. But I will like to end that status asap.”

Some seconds of silence passed. Had I finally got the right man I was waiting for? Would Richard be serious enough to cultivate serious relationship?

“Tell me about your interests,” he prompted again.

I hemmed. “Well, I like good music and watch movies a lot. Romance movies, of course.”

He nodded. “I like to watch movies too.” Then, he quickly added, “action movies, of course.”

We laughed briefly at the joke. Some minutes later, we finished eating. For dessert, he ordered for a jar of vanilla ice cream. He said apart from watching movies, he also loved to watch football. He looked at his watch. “As soon as I leave here, I’ll be going to my club at Palm Groove. I like to watch matches with guys.”

Several more minutes later, we left the eatery.“Let me drop you in the house before proceeding to the club,” he offered.

He drove to the gate of the house. I thanked him as I got down.“See you,” he said and drove off.

Wosh, what a man, I thought. If he would be ready to settle down with me, honestly, I would gladly welcome the gesture. I returned to my apartment and changed back to the t-shirt and bum short. The 32-inch television had been hung on the wall, but the cables of the decoder were yet to be connected. That meant I could not watch it for now. I went to my bedroom and lay down on the bed.

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That meant I could not watch it for now. I went to my bedroom and lay down on the bed.

To pass the time, I brought my i-pad out. I could watch one or two movies on it. Last weekend, Preye had been with me in my former apartment. He had said he would be travelling to Port Harcourt to be with his family for the weekend, so there was not going to be anything like him coming around. I watched a movie till I felt sleepy. I switched the gadget off to take a nap.

I didn’t wake up until almost two hours later. I checked the time on my cell phone and realized it was few minutes past five o’clock. Gosh, evening was here already. For evening meal, I decided I would make toast bread and tea. I had a big loaf in the fridge, and I still had some eggs.

I went to sit in the living-room and switched on the i-pad again to resume the movie I was watching. In the movie, a guy was serious kissing and caressing a babe. I felt Hot watching that scene. In a lonely moment like this, I sometimes indulged myself in some pleasures.

My right hand moved over my laps and moved up and down the part. The caressing of my laps brought more yearnings. My mind aroused all my senses and I could feel the glow of expectation taking over. I adjusted on my seat to bring the bum short down to my knees. Now, I needed to picture a good guy in my mind.

Should I imagine Preye as I had done in the past, or should I fantasize about Richard? I decided to go for the latter, undressing him in my mind and imagining his hands moving all over my body.I closed my eyes and moved my hands to my clit. The feeling became charged. I could almost feel my pulse and the throbbing in my veins. But I did not fully want to concentrate on the clitoris yet.

My hands and fingers returned to my thighs, rubbing all the way to the knees and down to the muscle of the legs. I could feel smooth softness. The fingers returned to the clit and I could feel sensation all over. On the vagina, my fingers lingered, fiddling and handling.

I sat back on the sofa and allowed sensual pleasure to take control.I thought of Richard doing all this cuddling. He was the one touching my clit and delightedly moving his hand over it. There was a mixture of sweet pleasure and empty desires at the same time. I could feel the dampness building from the walls of the vagina.

There was also a kind of musky smell oozing from that region. In short, there was a puff of sex in the air. Intermittently, the image of Preye also came. He was the one who had practically explored my body. He was the one that had put his tongue on the clit and keenly licked them the way a child would lick the cone of ice cream.With my head thrown back and eyes closed, I continued to tease the clit. My feelings became incredibly intense.

Now, I could feel burning sensation from the part that I was teasing. I decided to slow down again and returned my hands to my thighs. I needed to explore my luscious body. I knew I had a beautiful body, whether anybody acknowledged that or not. But the thighs and the cunt were not the only parts of my body.

What about the other parts?My hands moved up to my chest. They went under the t-shirt to the boobs which were encased in the sexy, lacy bra. I moved the fingers inside the cups to seek the erect nipples. I let out a moan. Oh, what a pleasure.

My fingers remained on the nipples, rubbing and tweaking them. As a matter of exigency, I let the right fingers to remain on the tits while the left ones went to my pussy. This action gave a welcome teasing to the expectant pussy. There was no relenting now. My fingers went to the clit. There was no doubt that the intense feeling was pleasant. I continued to slid and press the fingers along and over the wet slit, just as the other set of fingers busied themselves with the boobs.The action took a regular pattern.

At that moment, my fingers were the busiest in the whole world while my body was the one enjoying the most intense pleasure. I continued the rhythmic movement until I felt so ecstatic I knew I was about to get to the zenith of my pleasure. Yes, it was coming now. The build-up was so high and it had neared wits highest point. I let out a moan. That was it. The climax had come and I felt satisfaction taking over. My breath became labor, but I knew it was all for the pleasure of it.


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The following day was Sunday. I decided I would take my bath, dress up and look for a church in the neighborhood where I could worship. I would eat when I came back from the church. I was dressing up in the bedroom when my bell sounded. I went to the living-room, door to see who was there. It was Richard.

“Hello, Kween. You’re looking beautiful, just like the bright morning.”

I smiled at his comment. “Good morning, Richard. How was your night?”

“Fine. Sorry, I wasn’t able to come yesterday night to bid you good night. I returned quite late.”

I nodded. I had expected him to pop in but didn’t see him till I went to bed.“Are you going out to attend a wedding?” he asked, grinning.

“Wedding? Come on, today is Sunday!”

“Well, the way you’re dressed, you look like someone going for a wedding.”

I smiled. “What about you? Aren’t you going to church?”

Briefly, he looked like I had asked him a very difficult question. Then, he shook his head. “Er, not today.”

“Why don’t you come in?”

I ushered him to my living-room.“A nice little place you have here, Kween,” he commented, looking around the room.

“Thank you. What drink can I offer you?”

He sat on my favorite sofa. I sat on a seat opposite him.“Drinks can come later. I have actually come to apologize,” he said.

I looked at him in a surprise. “Apologize for what?”

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I looked at him in a surprise. “Apologize for what?”

He grinned. “There was something I ought to tell you yesterday which I didn’t.”

I was all curious. “What was that?”

“I was supposed to tell you that you’re a very delectable lady. You’re the most beautiful lady I’ve ever set my eyes on.”

I sighed in relief. “Oh, is that what you wanted to say?”

“Yes, and don’t think I’m joking. I’m very serious. You’re the most attractive lady I’ve ever seen.”

I giggled. “Come on, Richard. You’ve started your flattery again.”

“I’m saying the truth,” he insisted. “I will be most honored if you give me the chance of proving the affection I have for you.”

I screwed my brow up. “What affection?”

“Since I saw you moving in your load yesterday, I could not resist the feeling I’ve been having for you. Kween, give me the chance of proving that I’m really in love with you.”

What he said was what I expected; it was what I longed for, but I must not appear too zealous about it.“Well, how do I know you’re really serious?” I asked.

“But, of course, I am.” He went down on his knees and crawled towards me. “Just give me the opportunity to prove it.”He held my knees. I could see pure desires written all over him.

“Okay, Richard. I’ll give you the chance.”

“Wow! That’s great.” He stood up, pulled me up and before you could say A, B, C, he planted a kiss on my lips.It was a long kiss that left me short of breath.

“Oh, I’m going to treat you right, Kween baby,” he gushed. “I’m going to treat you right.”

“Hmn,” I mumbled.He kissed me again. This time around, he made his hands to be at work. One held me at the back and pulled my body to him while the other gingerly rubbed my shoulder and moved to my chest.

I suddenly remembered I was in church clothes and they would get crumpled if our action continued. I stiffened and stopped the kiss.“My clothes will be crumpled,” I said almost in a whisper.

“Yes. There’s a simple solution.”

I eyed him.

“They have to be removed.”

I knew he would say something like that, but I must still act as a lady.“But, I don’t want to be late to church.”

He grinned. “You won’t be if everything is well-timed. Now, let’s waste no time further.”

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He grinned. “You won’t be if everything is well-timed. Now, let’s waste no time further.”

His hands went to my top and removed the jacket. It was followed by the shirt. He stared at my chest as his hands moved to the skirt. I had to unhook and zip it down. He quickly pulled it down completely while I stepped out of it. I was now left in the white bra and the thigh I wore. He quickly removed his pajamas.

From the boxer, I could see his big erection. I knew nothing would stop him until he satisfied his desire.He resumed the kiss. His hands went to work again. Deftly, the right hand moved from my left shoulder to the boob on the side. His fingers caressed the cup of the bra. I could tell he was yearning to handle what was inside. I was right. His fingers slid under the cup to pull it off the boobs.

“Wait.” I quickly unhooked the bra.

He unstrapped and yanked it off.

“Jeez!” he exclaimed as he stared at my firm boobs. “These are the finest pair I’ve ever seen.”

His mouth came for the nipples. I moaned as he moved his tongue over them, from the left to the right; back and forth. My left hand went to the waist band of the boxer. The hand slid inside it while my fingers ruffled his small strands of pubic hairs. The hand went to his erect organ. I held it and used some fingers to tease the cap of the phallus. He let out a pleasurable moanI continued the teasing and could feel his breaths coming in pants. After several seconds. He stopped his action on my nipples. I supposed he now wanted the hard core.

He picked the shirt of his pajamas on the floor. He had come fully prepared. From one of the pockets, he brought a pack of condom out. Grinning, he removed the latex rubber and slid it on her organ. I could see the organ clearly now. He had one of the biggest organs I had ever seen.

Soon, I would know if he had commensurate stamina or not.He placed me gently on the sofa and spread me legs. I could see now that he had no patience for mouth action. He was the straight-bang type. He mounted me and slowly inserted his phallus.

I could feel the thing right inside me, the way you feel your stomach was filled with food. That was the same way my vulva and clit felt. He supported himself by placing his left elbow on the hand rest at the edge of the sofa, close to my head.

Then he started the slow thrusting.I could feel the slapping of his bag of scrotums on the base of my vagina, while his laps moved over mine. I closed my eyes as most ladies would do.

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I closed my eyes as most ladies would do. His sound were mixtures of grunts and moans. They were not for pain but out of ecstasy.

There was nothing particularly exciting about the way he was doing it. I mean, he was not different from the other men. I made some sounds too to let him feel that I was greatly enjoying the act.Time moved fast, or rather, he came fast.

Within three minutes, his grunts became louder and his breaths shorter. He let out a groan as he climaxed, twitching. I was rather disappointed that he did not last long, but it was okay. He had done what I thought was his best.

He groaned again and fell on the side of the sofa beside me, panting like someone who had just competed in the Olympics 100 meters race.I was short of breath too, but not as much as he.

Several seconds passed before the two of us would say a word.How do you feel? he croaked.I only nodded. He sat up and removed the semen-filled condom from his cock which was fast becoming limp.

"Kween, you're the best, he whizzed. Believe me, among all the ladies I've come across, you're the best'.

I smiled to make him realize that I appreciated what he said. What should I say in return? Was I supposed to reciprocate that by telling him he was the best too?

No, there would be no need for that.I stood up from the sofa and went to the bathroom adjoining the sitting-room. There, I briefly stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was in a mess. I quickly packed them and smiled to myself.

Latex rubber or not, I doused my private part then picked a towel to wrap my body from the chest to the knee. I rejoined him in the sitting-room.He was still on the sofa, naked.

"What do you want to eat. I can make a breakfast of fried eggs and bread," I offered. "I have bread and eggs in the house".

He smiled radiantly. "Oh, that will be good, honey".

I smiled back and moved to the kitchen. I brought four eggs from the crate and prepared them for frying. After adding the necessary ingredients, I put the frying pan on the gas cooker, added vegetable oil and waited for the oil to heat up.

After frying the eggs, I put it in a plate, removed the remaining loaf of sliced bread and put them in a tray.

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They were not for pain but out of ecstasy. There was nothing particularly exciting about the way he was doing it. I mean, he was not different from the other men. I made some sounds too to let him feel that I was greatly enjoying the act.Time moved fast, or rather, he came fast. Within three minutes, his grunts became louder and his breaths shorter. He let out a groan as he climaxed, twitching. I was rather disappointed that he did not last long, but it was okay.

He had done what I thought was his best.He groaned again and fell on the side of the sofa beside me, panting like someone who had just competed in the Olympics 100 meters’ race.I was short of breath too, but not as much as he. Several seconds passed before the two of us would say a word.

“How do you feel?” he croaked.I only nodded. He sat up and removed the semen-filled condom from his cock which was fast becoming limp.

“Kween, you’re the best,” he whizzed.

“Believe me, among all the ladies I’ve come across, you’re the best.”

I smiled to make him realize that I appreciated what he said. What should I say in return? Was I supposed to reciprocate that by telling him he was the best too? No, there would be no need for that.I stood up from the sofa and went to the bathroom adjoining the sitting-room. There, I briefly stared at myself in the mirror.

My hair was in a mess. I quickly packed them and smiled to myself. Latex rubber or not, I doused my private part then picked a towel to wrap my body from the chest to the knee. I rejoined him in the sitting-room.He was still on the sofa, naked. “What do you want to eat. I can make a breakfast of fried eggs and bread,” I offered.

“I have bread and eggs in the house.”He smiled radiantly. “Oh, that will be good, honey.”I smiled back and moved to the kitchen. I brought four eggs from the crate and prepared them for frying. After adding the necessary ingredients, I put the frying pan on the gas cooker, added vegetable oil and waited for the oil to heat up. After frying the eggs, I put it in a plate, removed the remaining loaf of sliced bread and put them in a tray. In addition, I put a table water in the tray, rinsed two glass cups and added them on the tray.I took the tray to the dining-table which was in the sitting-room. Now, he had worn his boxer and had put the pajamas on the sofa.“Food is ready,” I said unnecessarily. He grinned, nodded and stood up. We sat side by side at the dining. I said a short prayer and we started to eat the food. “Hmn, the egg is delicious,” he said.Of course, it should be delicious. “Thanks.”We ate mostly in silence.

He took five slices while I took four. After the meal, I cleared the table and took the tray back to the kitchen. My usual practice was to wash plates right after meal. That was what I was about to do when Richard came to join me in the kitchen.“You’re so organized,” he commented.“Thanks for the compliment.”He came to hold my waist from behind.“You’re the sweetest, honey,” he cooed.

“Hmn.”He moved closer to my backside, his body pressing against mine. I could feel his desire all over again. On my buttock, I could feel his hardening member.“So soon?” I asked, more like saying it.He breathed down on the back of my neck. “I will have undying desire for you forever.”His hands caressed my waist, my tummy and up to my chest. He unwrapped my towel and put it on the kitchen table.

“Hey, we’re in the kitchen,” I protested softly.“

It doesn’t matter, my honey. I will love you anywhere and anytime.”His hands fondled my boobs. I had to suspend the washing of plates. There was no way I could combine that with what he was doing and was about to do.“Richard here is going to love you the way no man has ever loved you before.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, honey. I’m so damned sure.”

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Richard here is going to love you the way no man has ever loved you before.Are you sure?Yes, honey. Im so damned sure.He pressed harder against my butt. I closed my eyes and allowed him to have his way. His fingers rubbed on my nipples. It was my turn to let out a soft moan.

He kept handling the tits. He kissed the back of my neck and I felt wetness in my vagina. After a while he stopped and brought another condom. He slipped out of his boxer and wore the thing on his penis. Then, he spread me legs. Holding me by the waist against the kitchen table, he inserted his penis inside my organ from behind. It went in slowly and gently, almost cautiously.

He held my waist tight as he started the thrusting. I placed my two hands on the table while he jerked inside my pussy. My partner and I made some moaning. Now, Richard did it slower and better than the first time. He also lasted much longer. I would give him a pass mark. He handled me more like the way you would handle a lady you really cared for.

"I love love you, baby," he muttered as he did his slow, steady thrust.

I was tempted to believe him, but then, some men say things they dont mean when they are on lust speed. I would take this as one of such moment.After several minutes, he climaxed. Even as he reached his peak, he still held me tenderly, breathing heavily down on my neck.

After he had regained his breath, he picked his boxer from the floor.Ill go the bathroom, he said.I nodded and retied the towel I had used.I did not go to church again that morning. Richard took me to his flat where I spent the rest of the day. For lunch, he took to the eatery he took me to on Saturday, while I told him I would prepare dinner. I learnt more about him and his family. Now, I was convinced he was the perfect man for me.

I slept in his flat that Sunday evening. Before we slept, we made another passionate love together. The sex was hot, sizzling and I prayed it would ever be like that. On Monday morning, we woke up early to dress up for our respective places of work. He worked at the head office of the micro finance bank in Ikeja, while I worked at Lekki. We bade each other bye.

Before eight a.m., I was at my desk in the office.Hey beauty, how was your weekend? Preye asked. Fine. How was your trip to Port Harcourt?Fine, but I miss you.I smiled. Did I miss him? When I remembered Richard, my mind said capital NO.

"You even look more beautiful than ever, he commented.Ah, thats the work of God.Sorry, I didnt remember to ask, how was your new apartment? You have moved there, havent you?"

I nodded. "I've moved. The place is fine, thank you."

Of course the place was fine. Above all, I had just got myself a new boyfriend there. But I would not tell Preye that. Not right away. I finally had to imply that when he said he would like to visit me in my new apartment.Im sorry, Preye. You have to hold on for now."

He looked astounded.

"What! Why?Ive just got a boyfriend, and he lives next door".

He still looked confused. So? What are you saying?

I smiled. "Its either you stick to your wife or you get another girl."

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“So? What are you saying?”

I smiled. “It’s either you stick to your wife or you get another girl.”

“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you’re dumping me for another guy.”

See who was talking. He was supposed to be married and be faithful to his wife, wasn’t he? But I was expecting him to say this. “The other guy will most likely marry me. You will not!”

That seemed to get him. He still looked like he had heard a very sad news.

“Maybe we can meet in my place,” he offered. “Or hotel, or any other place you choose.”

I shook my head. I didn’t really like double dating and I would not do it for him. Besides, I didn’t want him to spoil my ‘prospects’ with Richard.At the close of work, I followed the staff bus, as usual. The traffic was heavy. I alighted from the bus at Anthony Bus Stop, took the pedestrian bridge to cross the expressway. At the Anthony end of the Town Planning Way, I took a bike to my street.

At the gate of the house, I met a young lady with a small traveling bag waiting.

“Good evening, ma’am,” she greeted.

I paid the bike man off. “Good evening. You’re looking for somebody?”

“I live here with my mum. I study at Uniben and just arrived Lagos, but mum is not yet at home. I knocked the gate, but no one seems around.”

“I’m the new tenant,” I announced and brought my keys out.

From a hole, I put my two hands to unlock the gate from inside.

“You can come and wait in my flat while you wait for her,” I offered.

“Oh, thanks, aunty.”

I opened my apartment. “What’s your name?”

“Omon.”“Have your seat.”

“Thanks, ma’am.”

I went to my bedroom to change from the office wear to casuals. I was soon back in the sitting-room.

“If you want water, there some in the fridge in the kitchen.”

“I’m okay, ma’am.”

I suddenly caught something in her eyes. The way she ogled my body sent instant messages to me. All the same, I decided to play it cool. I switched on the television and sat opposite her.

“You said you’re undergraduate. What course are you studying?”

“Sociology.”

I nodded. “That’s good. Are you on break or something?”

“Yes. For two weeks.”

I nodded again and stood up. It was time I started cooking. In the kitchen, I called Richard.

“Hello, darling.”

“Oh, honey,” he gushed. "I was about to call you. The workload is much and I may come home late.”

“Oh, oh. I hope no too late.”

He laughed shortly across the line. “I hope so too. Don’t worry, anytime you see me, I will definitely make up for the lost time.”

I smiled. “Okay, dear.”

“See you.”

“Okay.”I didn’t need to eat much. I was a lighter eater anyway, so Quaker oat mixed with milk and sugar would be okay. I remembered I had a guest in the house.

“Omon,” I called. “Will you like to take some oat?”

There was a slight pause. “Okay, okay, ma’am.”

I remained in the kitchen to make the meal. Few minutes later, it was ready.“Omon, come and take the food.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She came to the kitchen and I pointed at the tray. She took it and we moved to the dinning- table.

“When is your mum coming back home?” I asked.

“She said soon.”

Across the dining table, I studied her features. She could be more that twenty-two. Her pretty face was attractive, and so was her figure. As I bisexual, I had no problem easily falling in love with a sexy, young lady. Again, I caught the look I had earlier seen in her eyes. We took our meal.

“Your boyfriend must be proud of you,” I suddenly said.She seemed to be surprised by my question.

After a couple of seconds, she replied, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”It was my turn to look surprised.

“A pretty girl like you? Why?”

She smiled ruefully and shrugged. “I don’t like boyfriend.”

Ride on.

She smiled ruefully and shrugged. “I don’t like boyfriend.”

For a young lady to say that, she must either be a die-in-the-wood Christian or she was what I suspected she was. I smiled too.

“We can be friends,” I said and winked at her. “I mean good friends.”

She nodded.

“You’re beautiful. That will be fantastic.”

I was now almost convinced, but not totally. After the meal, she cleared the table. I could hear the water running as she washed the plates and bowls. After a couple of minutes, she came back to the sitting-room. She sat on the two-seater that she was sitting before. I gave her a minute and went to sit beside her there.

“Your hair is beautiful,” I said, tentatively touching her attached hair.

She smiled at me. “Yours is beautiful too, aunty.”

"Call me Kween.”

She nodded. “You’re beautiful, Kween.”

My hand moved from the hair to the base of her neck. Softly, I caressed the part. She didn’t cringe away. Neither did she make a repugnant face. I smiled again. I had got the proof I needed.I caressed the neck more and she purred. I slid my right hand to her short skirt and to her thigh.

Omon rocked a little as I squeezed and kneaded the warm silky flesh of her thighs. She did not just sit down there like a doll. Her hands came straight for my boobs and squeezed them. The moment she did that, I felt excitement all over my body. I could feel a thrilling little pulse that seemed to shoot up and create a delightful tingle in my nipples.

When I looked at her face, I knew that she was enjoying every part of this act as much as I did. I could see what I recognized as blissful expression on her face. Distantly, I could hear the outside gate open. Moments later, her phone started to ring and we had to stop our frolicking.

She removed the phone from her bag.“It’s mum,” she said.I had thought as much.

“Answer the call.”

She nodded. “Hello, mum.”

Even from outside, I could hear her voice.

“Omon, where’re you?”

"I’m at the new tenant’s flat.”

“I’m back.”

“Okay, mum. I’m coming.”

She cut the line and looked at me wistfully.

“Sorry, we will have to continue another time.”

"I understand.”

Briefly, we kissed fully on the lips and she left.I sighed as I watched her go. If there was anything I hated, it was the abrupt end to a passionate moment. I suddenly shrugged. Omon had just come to Lagos and we would still have the opportunity of having intimate moments together.

Where Omon had stopped, Richard would continue, I decided.But I was disappointed that evening. I didn’t know when I slept off in the sitting-room, still waiting for him. By the time I woke up, it was few minutes to two o’clock in the morning. I decided not to go and knock at his door that late hour. He was the one who came to knock on my door few minutes after five p.m.

“Good morning, my beautiful baby,” he greeted.

“Good morning. What ...?”

He didn’t let me complete the sentence.