Kenneth and Ijeoma had been married for four years. They were a good-looking couple and all their friends and associates admired them. “Once Ijeoma is about to lift her left leg, just know that Kenneth is about to lift the same leg too…” a family friend once said at their get-together party, “those guys are just always in sync!”

They met at a mutual friend’s birthday party the first time… It was themed “hospital dress code”. Kenneth was all clad in bandages, a torn T-shirt and an arm slip. He was masquerading as a patient. While most of the other girls that were curvier than her dressed up sexily as nurses, Ijeoma played with her angular slim figure and paraded as a male doctor, complete with a moustache. It was hilarious and Kenneth made a joke that he didn’t need the attention of inferior nurses, but he’d rather see a doctor… Kenneth and Ijeoma clicked at once.

They became inseparable. He was ingenious and fun and she was eccentric and bold. One couldn’t call it a sexual attraction at all. In fact, it took three years for Kenneth to come to the shocking realization that he had in fact fallen in love with a tomboy. All his life, only seriously sexy curvy girls had got his attention. But somehow, Ijeoma had become his best friend. The only one person that stuck by him through thick and thin. That saw him through some crazy tumultuous stages of his life. Her shoulders were strong enough for him to cry on and her back was strong enough to bear the weight of both of them.

When he started to fall into alcoholism, it was her caring but strong arm that pulled him out. And when his only sister died, it was her unfailing presence that mended him. She was his buddy, his ally, his partner in crime. She was the most fascinating woman he had ever known. So one lonely agonizingly long month when she had this opportunity to travel to France, Kenneth felt he was definitely going to die. He missed her so much, he could barely eat or drink. He locked himself up in his apartment and took a leave off office.

When Ijeoma finally breezed into the house, it felt as if she came back with oxygen for his lungs. He grabbed her and held her in his arms for three whole minutes. He just kept saying… “Ijeoma… Ijeoma… ” She had changed a little… Physically. Or maybe he never noticed it before, but she stole his breath away. She was simply gorgeous.

One hot summer night, three days before Temitope’s seventeenth birthday, both our parents were away from home, together on some silly marriage camp. Me and her were in her house, planning to watch a movie and drink hot chocolate. Her family had a massive living room, the ceiling was at least 15 feet high. They had a huge 66” flat screen over the fireplace and on the opposite wall a big, cuddly couch. The moonlight shining through a single large window lit up the darkness as we sat side by side on the sofa.

Thanks to the air conditioning it was nice and cool inside, while outside it was almost 80 degrees, even though it was eleven in the evening and the sun had set long ago. We had spent the day swimming and sunbathing by a big pool our two houses shared.

The movie was a romantic comedy, a pretty good one, but we still mostly focused on talking. A c3xually loaded scene made us pay attention to the film for a moment. A surprising ki$$ led to a passionate embrace of lips, then bodies, until the two characters lay on the floor entwined, on a carpet very much like the one in front of Caroline and I.

”Tell me, have you ever ki##ed a girl like that?” she asked.

”Me?” I laughed. ”No way. And don’t you think I would have told you if I had?”

”I don’t know, you don’t always tell me *everything*,” she said, grinning.

”I do so! I even told you of the time I had forgotten my swimming trunks home, and the teacher made me go in my underwear, remember?”

She laughed heartily. ”That must have been quite a sight, I wish I had been there to see it! But I haven’t told you that I actually *have* ki$$ed a guy.”

”Really?” I felt a sudden, strange surge of anger. ”Who?”

”Kunle, you know that quiet kid from school. One time after school he walked up to me and offered me two thousand naira if I followed him. I was confused, but two thousand naira is a lot of money and there was nothing he could have done without my consent, so I followed him.

He led me to the girls’ bathroom in back of the classroom, you know the bathroom no one ever uses, and when we were alone, he offered me another one thousand naira if I’d ki$$ him. I really didn’t want to, but it was quite a bargain, and how big a deal can one ki$$ be? So… I ki$$ed him quickly and left.”

”Wow… are you serious?”

”Yeap.”

”Okay… but… don’t you think it’s kind of stupid that your first ki$$ was like that?”

”Oh well, I wouldn’t even count it. There was no emotion, and it *really* wasn’t an actual ki$$, more a peck on the lips.”

A moment of silence followed, and we both focused on the movie again. The man and woman were laying on a bed together, spooning and whispering beautiful things in each other’s ear.

”Do you think it’ll be like that?” she wondered aloud. ”I mean, do you think when you ki$$ someone you really care about for the first time, your head spins, your knees go weak and all that?”

”I don’t know… I suppose we’ll find out sometime.”

”Wouldn’t you want to?” she asked quietly.

”Wouldn’t I want what?”

”Go skinny-dipping in the moonlight. No, ki$$ someone, stupid!” she let out a laugh.

”I don’t know, I guess… If I had a girlfriend, I guess I would want to ki$$ her… but hey, what are the chances of me ever getting a girlfriend, pretty close to nonexistent I’d say!”

”Oh come on, don’t say that, I bet there are plenty of girls who would love to be your girlfriend, or ki$$ you for that matter!” she assured.

”Thanks… I guess. I still don’t believe you though,” I muttered.

”You know what, I’ll prove it to you.”

It wasn’t until I turned 17 that things really started to change. Temitope had always been just a friend to me, but lately I had begun seeing her in a new light. I came to realize she had developed some rather interesting physical qualities. Out of nowhere she had grown a pair of the cutest, roundest and perkiest br**sts to ever have resided on a girl’s chest.

I’m talking about those kinds of b00bs that seem to be unaffected by gravity, except when she would move, when they would bounce and sway hypnotically. Despite their considerable size they would always point straight forward as if as a tribute to the goddess of beauty.

Her hair was a wavy mess of auburn and chestnut. When she had been younger she had kept it almost boyishly short, but now she had let it grow and it was already halfway across her back. Her eyes were blue, and they seemed to have brightened as she had reached her teenage years, as if to reflect her overly positive personality. She had a cute, pointy nose and her full lips would often spread in a tantalizing smile.

Her frame was athletic yet feminine. She had pronounced hips and curvy, ladylike shapes, but there wasn’t an ounce of excess fat on her, only well-toned muscle. You could even make out the shapes of her abdominal muscles on her flat stomach. Her thighs were strong yet ladylike, a little thinner at the top, so that when she stood with her legs together there was a small gap between her legs. Her butt was a plump, protruding, heart-shaped eye-catcher, well developed from all the running she liked to do.

I had only recently begun paying attention to these things, and sometimes when I thought of her like that, I would feel a strange tingly sensation inside of me. Similarly to her, my own body had developed. My muscles had grown on their own, hair had appeared where there hadn’t been hair before and my voice had deepened. My d**k had grown in size, hanging at a nice and fat size now. Some years ago dad had had a one-on-one talk with me, and we had talked for a long time about c3x, girls and in time becoming an adult mentally and physically. My family had always been extremely open when it came to these things, and it never bothered me in the least.

During all this Temitope and I kept seeing each other, but sometimes it would feel like there was an unnamed tension rising between us, not necessarily a bad kind, but it felt like there was something we both wanted to say or do but couldn’t quite put our finger on it.

Sometimes when we were in her house, sitting by the old fireplace on a thick, furry carpet, talking about stuff we thought about, I caught myself staring at her lips, trying to read a silent invitation they seemed to be mouthing, or looking at a br**st peeking from her blouse, admiring its beauty, wondering what’d it feel like in my hand. Sometimes I would look her in the eye and see something behind her smile, as if her bright blue eyes hid a question we both knew the answer to.

Our drive to the hospital was a short one but during that period, we both couldn’t stop holding hands and exchanging glances. Mummy was already awake by the time we got in. I was so happy to see her in that position. I ran into her arms for a hug even though she wasn’t so strong yet.

“I’m famished”, she said.

We brought out the food we got on our way. Mr Williams paid for the food and gave me the money Alhaji Sanni gave us. He asked me to hold on to it.

Mummy devoured her plate of rice and chicken which we got from sweet sensation while she told us how the accident happened.

“I was rushing to get to work, I didn’t know I was going to end up in a hospital instead. Thank God I didn’t hit the okada man that ran into me which made me lose control and I ran into a wall. God is very merciful. These things happen to some people and they die. Yet he chose to spare my life. I’m very grateful and grateful to whoever brought me here.” She said as she heaved a sigh of relief.

“Did you see who brought me here?” She asked.

“Yes we did, it was Mr Williams’ Aunt.” I replied.

“Wow! Really?” She asked in excitement.

“Yes Mum… she’s really nice” I said smiling.



It was 6am in the morning, when my alarm rang. I stood up to check on my mum but she wasn’t awake yet. I went back to the chair only to see a message on my screen.

It was from Mr Williams ; “Good morning love, I hope you had a good sleep? Well I’m almost at the hospital, so get ready. I’m sure you’d be awake by the time you’d be reading this message. See you soon.”

I smiled at his use of words especially when he called me love. I remembered how smooth and sweet last night was and how Mr Williams got me angry when he refused me seeing him off. I was till in thought when I heard a knock on the door.

I stood up to open the door, and it was Mr Williams I saw standing in front of me, looking as cute as ever. I didn’t know if I was to hug him seems we’re now like a thing or wait! Aren’t we a thing already?

I didn’t want to get sad so I just said “Good morning”

“Good morning Adekunbi”

I made way for him to go in. Mummy was already awake at this time

“Ekaaro ma” (good morning ma)

“Kaaro Tayo, o se ana o! Omo a to ju iwo na.” (Morning Tayo, thanks for yesterday, your children will look after you)

“Ko Tope ma. Se ara ba le die?” (It’s not a big deal ma, do you feel better?)

“Yes dear, I think I’m better now.” Mummy said looking better than yesterday.

I looked at them in silence. I already love the kind of bond between Mummy and Mr Williams. I moved closer to mummy’s bed to greet her too seems she wasn’t awake before now.

“Good morning Mummy”

“Good morning my love, did you sleep well?”

“Yes Mum, I did”

“Sorry about the inconvenience”

“It’s fine Mum, the sofa wasn’t that bad after all. Remember I’ll do anything for you.”

“Thank you Adekunbi, God will reward you abundantly”

“Amen Mummy”

“I think you should get ready for school now,” my mum said

“No Mum, maybe I should just stay with you instead. I’ll go to school once you’re discharged”

“No baby, that’s a long time. Just go okay? Alhaji Sanni will be here soon. By the time he’d be leaving, you’d be back. I won’t be alone after all.”

“Okay Mum, just promise you’ll be okay”

“I’ll be fine Adekunbi.”

I kissed her on the cheek saying “I love you Mum”

“I love you too,” she said.

“Okay get going, it’s half past 6 already.”

“Tayo, thanks a lot for everything, please drop your Aunt’ contact before leaving.”

“Okay ma.”

We left the hospital for my house so I could get dressed. The drive to the house was quiet as I was mad at Mr willams, maybe he didn’t know what to say to me also.

We got home in no time. I rushed up stairs to get dressed while Mr Williams was downstairs waiting for me.

It was half past 7 when I got downstairs, there was Mr Williams sitting patiently on the chair. I cleared my throat so I could announce my presence. He noticed me and he looked up at me. He smiled at me but I didn’t smile back.

“Kunbi what’s wrong with you?” he asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” I said

“Okay then.”

“Won’t you fix yourself something to eat?” he asked.

“I’m not hungry,” I said to him.

He looked worried but he didn’t say it. He just said “okay”

We headed towards the door when he grabbed me by my arm. I felt goose bumps all over me. I don’t know why he did what he did but whatever the reason was, it sent electric feelings down my spine. I don’t know what this thing between us is, but I like it like that.

“You know you can always tell me whatever it is,” he asked looking into my eyes.

I couldn’t reply him, because I was lost in his eyes. But I’m sure he could tell what my answer was already.

He let go of me and told me to put a smile on my face.

We got out of the house into his car. While he played a trap song by 2chains. It was so loud. I couldn’t ask him to reduce the volume because I enjoyed watching him dance to the song. I kept on smiling and the thought of “will this last forever filled my heart.”

We got to school in no time. He gave me a goodbye look without forgetting to say good luck in your classes today. I didn’t answer him because I was angry still. I really don’t know why I’m holding on to this anger for too long, I guess all women are like that.

It was almost time for assembly, so I didn’t bother going to my class to drop my bag. I just stayed downstairs instead. The bell for assembly came up and all students were out in no time even the teachers too.

I went to stay on our line like we call it. The daily assembly routine was taken and information was passed to ss3 students by mr Ajala.

The assembly was dismissed after some time so we could move to our class. Although Mr Williams was not on the assembly ground but I was not bothered seems we came together.

The rest of the day went by so fast and there was no sign of Mr Williams at all. It was almost closing hour and we had free period. I said to myself that I was going to see him in his office. I packed my bag and I left for Mr Williams office.

His door was closed I wasn’t worried over that though because it could be that the Ac was on. I began to hear loud laughter all of a sudden. I was confuse because it sounded like that of Mrs Azuko. Anger filled me up as I wondered what she was doing in his office.

I was about knocking or just wait outside when I heard “ oh my God, Tayo you’re a clown”

I couldn’t hold it anymore as anger filled me up. I opened the door to his office and I saw Mrs Azuko sitting so close to Mr Williams looking at him the same way I’d look at him if I wanted him to touch me.

She readjusted her self as if she was caught in the act. Mr Williams didn’t look shocked as he just said “I’ll be with you shortly, wait for me”

My heart broke into a million pieces as I heard this. Really? How would he talk to me like I’m just anybody. I thought we meant something now.

Was the love and affection he showed a while ago a sham? I was dumbfounded as I stared at Miss Azuko as if I wanted to cut her into pieces.

I left the office quietly and I went downstairs to wait for him thinking of all sorts of thing. Were they having sex? Is that how people sound when having sex?

Soon, the bell for the close of school rang and Mr Williams Came downstairs shortly. He looked scared or sad. I couldn’t place his look because I wasn’t okay too. We went into his car not saying a word to each other.

“I want to pick something at home before dropping you, do you mind?” He asked calmly

I didn’t say a word but he drove to his house anyway. Soon we arrived at a gigantic mansion but I was too sad to say a word.

I came down and went inside with him. I sat downstairs at the small sitting room. He came back to

Meet me shortly and we set to leave.

“Kunbi, about what you saw, it was nothing I promise” he said

“Why are you explaining to me?” I asked him.

“Calm down Kunbi and listen to me”

“No! There’s nothing to hear from you. I saw you. I saw how you both looked at each other. You’re dating her right? You both had sex right? You’re not even afraid, you’re having sex With your colleague in your office.

What if someone sees you. I guess you don’t mind. After all, you’re not teaching for the money. You have the whole money to buy the school if yo so desire. You’re just like every other guy. God!” I said angrily

“God Kunbi you’re impossible, you won’t even listen to me. Why are you making this difficult. That’s why I don’t want to get into something serious with you. You’re full of trouble and you nag a lot, “ he said angrily.

“I nag a lot?” I asked him as tears rolled down my eyes.

He didn’t realize the damage he had done until I stormed out of his building.

“Kunbi wait! I didn’t mean it that way,” he said.

I didn’t look back nor did I wait. I kept on going like I knew where I was. Even though I didn’t know the way back to the hospital or

My house, I was determined to leave that vicinity without his help. I was angry and sad as tears filled my eyes, making my vision blurry.

So all that happened between Mr Williams and I meant nothing to him.


“Oh my God, this world is a short one. Your Aunt is my savior, “ she said looking at Mr Williams.

He smiled sheepishly

She wanted to stand up and give him a hug or probably kneel down for him but Alhaji Sanni stopped her “baby you’re not strong for that yet”

Tears rolled down her eyes as she sang “be mi o ba le dupe, a je pe mi o more…..” (if I don’t give thanks, it means I’m ungrateful)

Alhaji Sanni watched her in silence as he was filled with smile. It’s was obvious that he’s in love with her.

I looked at Mr Williams too, he watched my Mummy in silence as smile filled his face. He noticed I was staring at him, while he turned to look at me. He smiled and winked at me making me smile foolishly.

It was past 10. Mummy asked Mr Willimas to take me home. I protested saying I was going to stay with her. She smiled and muttered I love you. Alhaji Sanni and Mr Williams wanted to stay also but Mummy told them there was no need for that. As they both have to go to work tomorrow.

“Adekunbi, how would you go to school tomorrow?”

Mummy asked me.

“I’d come and pick her very early ma,” Mr Williams answered Mummy as if he was waiting for her to ask that question.

“Ha, o ma seun mi, Ina ogo re o ni ku” (thanks a lot, your glory will keep shining) Mummy prayed.

“Amin ma, Mr Williams said.

I’ve never heard him speak Yoruba, he sounded foreign to me as I smiled at his reply.

The men were set to leave while Alhaji Sanni said; “Call me if you need anything.”

He gave Mummy a peck on her cheek and he said goodbye.

I was happy Alhaji Sanni was in mummy’s life. I’ve never seen her this happy. Even at the point of dying, she still smiles for him. I wish my soul mate will come too.

Mr Williams was also set to leave. I wanted to see him off, but he protested saying it was late.

“But it’s not late, is it not just downstairs here?” I asked in anger.

“Kunbi, it’s late and you know this. Just stay with Mummy, “ he insisted.

Mummy smiled at us. I wonder why she smiled at us.

“O daaro ma” (good night ma)Mr Williams said.

“O daaro oko mi” (good night my dear) Mummy replied.

I wasn’t too happy, so I just looked away while he was leaving . Mummy noticed this and she gave me a look as if she was mocking me. I was embarrassed as I sat quietly on the chair.

I ate my food quietly. I was expecting Mummy to say something but she didn’t, so I kept quiet too.

I was done with my food in no time and I was about going to bed when Mummy said; “how was your day”

“Fine” I replied sharply.

“Fine?”

“Yes Mum,fine.”

“Why do you sound angry?”

“Nothing Mum”

“Adeeeekuunbi, do you have someone else you share your worries with?”

“No Mum”

“Then tell me what’s wrong”

How would Mummy feel if I tell her about what I feel for Mr Williams, will she get mad? I and Mummy are so close. Infact I was the one who detected she was in a relationship with Alhaji Sanni. At that time, she usually hide to answer his calls and she was always smiling around like a secondary school girl. I caught her making one of her phone calls one day and I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Mummy you look happy, “ I said to her.

She smiled at me, and asked me to come sit beside her.

“I’m sorry kunbi”

“You’re sorry for being happy? Don’t be Mum, just tell me Why” I said calmly.

So she began to tell me

everything on how she met Alhaji Sanni and how their love story started. She didn’t forget to tell me that he’s a widower also.

I was happy that she was happy and I was willing to give

Alhaji Sanni my blessing. Although I didn’t like him when he started coming here but I couldn’t afford seeing my mom being sad.

So will Mummy understand me also if I tell her I love

Mr Williams? I don’t think she would.

“Nothing is wrong Mum” I said concealing the truth from her.

“Okay,” she said.

“Good night,” she added.

“Goodnight Mum”

I laid quietly on the sofa,thinking of Mr Williams and what the future holds for us.

The drive to the hospital was quiet as none of us said anything to ourselves.

But I couldn’t stop looking at Mr Williams. We exchanged glances at a point, and his facial expression spoke volume. I didn’t want to think of what his facial expression meant.

One thing that was for sure was that Mr Williams was concerned about my family which only means he likes us, me in particular. But I don’t want to dwell on that now.

We got to the hospital shortly, google map wasn’t needed anymore has Mr Williams was already familiar with Adams hospital.

So, getting there wasn’t difficult at all. We came down from the car, I was impatient because I wanted to see my mum. Somehow, I was terrified and

Mr Williams noticed as goose bumps filled me up. He held my hands tight as we walked in. We got to the reception where Mr Williams asked a nurse at the reception about mummy.

They gave us the information we needed that she was upstairs in ward 3. We rushed there and I immediately saw my mother who laid on the bed covered with bandage.

Hot tears ran down my cheek, as Mr Williams and I moved close to mummy.

Her eyes were shut and I wasn’t sure she could see us. I was scared I was going to lose my mum. I was crying really hard while Mr Williams watched me in confusion.

“I don’t want to lose my mother”, I said to him.

“You won’t”, Mr Williams said, As he came close to me hugging me and wiping my tears. I felt comfort inside me. It felt like he was the messiah we’ve been waiting for in our family. I just felt safe with him and I wanted to make his body my place of abode.

We went lose after some time while we both stared at mummy in silence. Mr Williams got busy with his phone after sometime. It was obvious boredom was taking control of our lives.

Suddenly, I heard my phone beep. I took it out of my jean pocket, only to realize it was a text message. I was about shoving it back into my pocket when something told me to check it.

I did, it was a message from Mr Williams. I was thrilled at his actions for he was sitting right in front of me. He could have just told me what he wanted, instead of sending a text message.

I looked into the message anyway; “Hey sunshine, I don’t want you beating yourself up over this because mummy is going to be fine. You know everything happens for a reason right? Don’t cry too hard, I don’t want you getting sick.

Mummy won’t be happy about that and I’m sure we don’t want to make her sad in this condition. Let’s just focus on helping mummy get better.

We’re going to pray for her speedy recovery and Mr Williams is going to be here through it all. Just call on me if you ever need anything or if you need someone to talk to. I’ll be right here. With love, Tayo Williams”

I smiled at the end of the text as happiness consumed me. I looked over at where he was seated, he wasn’t looking at me at all, he kept sight on his phone as if he did nothing.

I smiled at his act while I replied him with ; “Thank you Tayo Williams, it’s good to know you’d be here for mummy and I”

He received the text message while he replied with;

“I should get you something to eat now, you must be hungry”.

I replied saying I wasn’t hungry.

He replied saying; “I insist”.

At the end of the text conversations, we both looked up at ourselves and gave each other a big smile. The look on Mr Williams’ face meant a lot.

He was on his way out when a woman walked in. She looked elegant and gorgeous, it was obvious she’s very wealthy. Her face didn’t look familiar though

“Aunty mi, what are you doing here? Mr Williams called out. Are you stalking me now?” He asked with a big smile on his face.

“Omotayo, the question should be what are you doing here?” she asked with a smile.

Wow! So this is Mr Willams aunt ? Oh no! She looked young and pretty and her composure was amazing . If Mr Williams Aunt should look like this, I can only imagine how his Mum would look like, I thought to myself.

Was this what mr Williams meant when he said he wasn’t teaching for the monetary aspect? They must be really wealthy then, I thought to myself.

“Aunty mi, this is kunbi, and that’s her mum”

“Are you serious? This world is really a small one. I was the one who called you today. I was on my way to the shop when I saw people around her car.

It was so bad that no one wanted to help because they were scared she’d give up the ghost. I just had to help because I could see she was struggling.

Thank God she didn’t give up the ghost. I told the nurse to let me know if any of her family comes by. I’d understand if she didn’t call because she wasn’t the same person on duty then”. She said calmly.

“But why didn’t you call me though?” she asked me.

“I’m sorry ma, it escaped my mind”.

“It’s fine dear. Her car ran into a wall, So, I went back to the scene to help get it out of there. It’s at the mechanic”, she said.

God, this woman is far too kind. How could I ever repay her? I went close to her and knelt down, saying; “Thank you ma,” while Mr Williams prostrated saying; “thank you ma”.

“You’re not Serious,” she said jokingly to Mr Williams.

She took me by my arm and said to me;

“don’t thank me, thank God I passed through that route at that time. It was just by God’s might that I passed through that way”. She said calmly.

Tears filled me up. She pulled me in for a hug and said; “sweetheart, your mummy is going to be fine. Doctor said it’s a minor thing and she should be out of here in a week”. She said.

“Oh by the way, I put a call through Alhaji Sanni, I got his number from her phone because you weren’t picking up. He should be here by now,” she added.

I know Alhaji Sanni, he’s mummy’s man friend, I thought to myself.

“Don’t worry, Omotayo is going to take care of you,” she said to me.

Mr William looked at her, shaking his head.

She reached out to her purse while she pulled out wads of notes and thrust it into my palm.

“It’s getting late, I would have to leave now,” she said to me.

I immediately went on my knees thanking her for her kind gesture. I kept on saying thank you repeatedly. She and her nephew burst into laughter.

I was confused as to why they were laughing, as I looked at them suspiciously.

“We’re sorry, your actions are so funny” she said.

“My Aunty doesn’t like it when one thanks her repeatedly, just the way you are doing now,” mr Williams said.

They seemed and acted like friends, just like I and mummy.

The woman reached for the door, while she said;

“Tayo a ma pe de nile o, Mummy e ni ki ba won send nkan” (Tayo, we’d meet at home. Your Mummy asked me to send things to her)

“and if you need anything, call me okay?” She said to me.

I answered “yes ma”.

She left while mr Williams saw her off.

Immediately after her departure, the doctor came in with Alhaji Sanni, we all exchanged pleasantries while Alhaji Sanni patted my back. I don’t really like the man but he makes my mum happy so I have to like him.

The doctor checked her and said she’d wake up soon, as she was placed on sedatives but before then, he needs us to get her food and some of her things from home. By now, Mr Williams was back inside.

“We’d go get them,” Mr Williams said to the doctor and Alahji sanni.

“Okay then, I’d be with her while you go get the stuffs. Get food on your way back for us all.” Alhaji Sanni said as he extended wads of naira notes to us.

“Don’t worry sir, I’ll take care of that” Mr Williams said.

“It’s fine dear, take it from me,” Alhaji Sanni said to Mr Williams.

He took the money while we both went out of the ward to get the stuffs we were asked to.

The drive to the house was very quiet as I and mr Williams didn’t exchange words. Aside from the song playing from the car, nothing else was making a sound.

I didn’t know Mr Williams was a fan of Asa, as we’ve heard two of her tracks now; “jailer” and “bamidele” Mr Williams got engrossed in the song as he began to sing along. I watched him silently but I couldn’t get any words out of my mouth too.

We soon got to the house and we both made our way out of the car. I opened the door while mr Williams turned on the light. I was about going upstairs to get mummy’s clothes and other things when Mr William said;

“Can you go alone” he asked ?

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I really don’t know why. I didn’t give any answer but he followed me in anyway.

We got into mummy’s room, ready to pack her stuffs. The room wasn’t that bright, it was more of being dark than bright because of the kind of bulb mummy uses.

I sat on the bed close to her closet so I could get ready to pack her stuffs. Suddenly, a huge lump blocked my throat. Apparently, I’ve been holding back my tears for so long. I started to cry hard and I could feel my hot tears flow down my cheeks.

“Kunbi what’s wrong” mr Williams asked? as he rushed down to me holding me. I fell in his arms and I began to speak my mind to him.

“If my daddy was here, mummy won’t have to work so hard just to make us happy. My mummy has gone through a lot and I can’t wait for her to reap the fruit of her labor. Can you imagine this accident taking her life?

What’s going to become of me? If it wasn’t for your aunt who saved her life when others were scared would she have been alive? I know the doctor said it’s not a major problem but then anything could have gone wrong.

It’s just a thin line between being dead and being alive. I don’t want my mum going through this. I’ve never thought of my dad until today.

Not because I miss him but because I wish he was here so mummy won’t go through all these. I’m tired!” I said as I got exhausted.

All these while, mr Williams watched me quietly as his face already turned sour. I could tell from his eyes that he was about tearing up but he held himself back.

“Kunbi! he called out as he moved closer to me. Everything happens for a reason. I don’t want you hating your dad because you never can tell what he did wrong for them to be apart” he said.

“I know everything Omotayo!” I said as I forgot to add “mr” to his name. I didn’t realize my mistake until I was done

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s fine” he said back to me.

“My daddy was a cheat and a woman beater. He brings different women home and always ask mummy to take care of them. I always watch mummy suffer in silence because I couldn’t do anything to help.

Daddy has beaten her severally that she landed in the hospital. He broke her leg one time all because she told him she couldn’t kept on laying her matrimonial bed for his girlfriends to sleep on.

The last straw that broke the Carmel’s back was when daddy beat mummy and she was in coma for two weeks. We left the house after that and we started afresh.

I hate daddy, I hate men but mummy always tell me not say that. She says just because one egg is rotten doesn’t mean all eggs are bad. She says we’d never know if you don’t try,” I said in tears.

“That’s why I want her to be with Alhaji Sanni because he makes her happy” I added.

“I wished I could have helped mummy then. I promised she wasn’t going to go through any pain again and here I am, I still can’t help her,” I said as I started to cry again.

“Shhhhhh Kunbi, you’re doing the best you can for now. Don’t push too hard. All you owe your mummy is your success so that she won’t regret being with you. I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint mummy yeah?” He asked calmly.

“No I don’t want to”

“Good, now you’re going to stay focus and do well in all your endeavors so that you can show your dad that he made a mistake of letting go of both of you”

“Yes I’ll do that”

He smiled at me. At this point, we were so close that we were already exchanging breath. Any slight movement would mean we would lock lips together.

He raised my chin up and said ; “see me as a family, anything you want, ask. I’ll always be here for you”.

I felt moved by his words and tears rolled down my cheek. I looked down at his lips which was very close to mine. I closed my eyes as tears rolled down my eyes while I pressed my lips on Mr Williams own. He didn’t refuse me as he kissed me back.

We exchanged a long passionate kiss, the whole room felt different and our body language read a different one. I could tell that Mr Williams felt something different for me. But I don’t know if it’s love.

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It was a solemn day. Soon as the Prampram traffic was behind us, I picked up speed till the needle read 120km/h and decided to coast at that velocity. My boss, Ms. Evelyn Danku sat in the back looking out the window, clad in all black with her black-rimmed sunglasses.

Her father had passed two months prior. I often couldn’t tell what she was going through, but I admired how she kept it together. 

Allow me to give some history. I’d been driving Ms. Danku for over a year. I’d heard her telling my older cousin Martha about functioning on a higher level and needing to make the best use of her time within the work hours she had allocated herself. She therefore saw the need for a chauffeur to be able to use transit times to prepare for meetings and presentations as well as continue her work in commute during the rush hour.

I told Martha I’d love to drive Ms. Danku. I had just graduated at the time and spent my days working out and gaming. Martha wasn’t thrilled about the girls who’d come visit me in the evenings and thought the work arrangement would take me away from them. Truth is I’d been crushing on Ms. Danku since she first came to visit Martha during their high school vacations. There was a quiet allure to her. Her smile had soul, plus her physique and proportions stirred something in me in a way I’d never felt before.

She was considerably older and way out of my league. She was good to me and treated me like a friend when we were not in formal spaces. She occasionally teased me about the girls who came to my quarters and it crossed my mind a few times if she cared about me enough for it to bother her. I know. Silly me huh.

Not to brag or anything but the girls came for one of three things which I knew I had going for me – a physique that had people doing a double take (thanks to intense gym sessions with some gym rats I met after high school), a pretty impressive “package” which opened doors of c8xual adventures while in University, and my ability to hold great conversations. 

And now here I was, driving her on such a difficult day. We arrived in the village and at her family house. Ms. Danku informed me then that we were picking up her sister and heading to a guesthouse close by. Sister? She hadn’t spoken of a sister in the time I’d come to know her.

After settling into the guesthouse I was asked to run errands with Ms. Danku’s sister in preparation for the funeral the next day.

She was a sight to behold. A filled-out pageant figure with a certain confident air. She took the front passenger seat and uttered an emotionless hello.

After a few minutes driving through the countryside, I introduced myself. She mentioned her name, Ophelia. It was difficult under the circumstances to strike a conversation. I inserted a pod into my left ear and searched through my playlist and settled on alternative rock from the 90’s. 

I was surprised when she asked me what I was listening to. I told her I didn’t think she’d be interested and asked if there was something she’d like to listen to. She insisted she wanted to hear what I was listening to so I played it over the car radio.

She knew all the songs and we spoke about our uncommon love for alternative music. Soon we were chatting like old friends. I looked at her and I became curious. Ophelia, Ms. Danku’s sister. 

Beyond a football park was a stretched shed where ladies cooked in preparation for the funeral. I watched Ophelia walk from shed to shed. I felt that unfamiliar shift in my gut. Stronger this time. 

She soon returned and tapped on the passenger side glass. I rolled it down and she bent over to ask what I’d have for lunch from the options available.  I found myself initially staring at her cle^vage and then willing myself to look her in the face but found myself staring at her lips. She noticed, but said nothing.

The funeral had gone solemnly. The sisters had held it together till the reading of the tribute. I found myself wanting to hug them both.

At the cemetery Ms. Danku stood next to a Suave looking man. From the way he was comfortable in her space I deduced that he was more than a friend.

I stood next to Ophelia. As the casket was lowered she began to sob uncontrollably. My heart went out to her and I cautiously put an arm around her shoulder.  She leaned her head on mine and cried. Suddenly I felt her legs buckle and reflexively turned to hold her in an embrace. I felt her arms across the expanse of my back. She held me close and sobbed into my neck. 

I became acutely aware that her body was on me and in spite of myself my member responded by getting engorged. I began to pull away but she held me close. She loosened her grip when she felt the bulge against her. She looked at me and I embarrassingly excused myself. 

That evening, there was a knock on my door. I realized that I was hoping it would be Ophelia but it was Ms. Danku, coming to inform me that she was stepping out with her companion and would return to Accra with him. She smiled sheepishly.  I felt an inexplicable pang of jealousy which was confusing because not long before this I’d been hoping to see Ophelia at the door.

Twenty minutes later – another knock on my door and in walked Ophelia. I found my voice and begun to apologize for earlier. 

She only burst out laughing and thanked me for being there.

She threw her arms around me and lingered. Like magic my member began to rise and I attempted to pull away. Ophelia looked up into my face at that moment and kissed me. I pulled her in tighter and got our tongues in a fierce and hot duel.

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I am in serious soup. My husband and I have an issue. This issue is with his mother. His mother wants to control our marriage and our lives. It started when I had my first child. The mother insisted that she will be the one to come and help with the baby when I give birth. I said no that I want my mother to come but my husband insisted its their culture for the husband’s mother to come for omugwo.


We argued about it but eventually the mother came. I had friction with her all through her stay. She decides what to do with the baby same way she decides what happens in my marriage. So, since then, its been difficult to communicate with her and in turn, this causes problems between me and my husband.

My mother inlaw stayed six months after I had my baby. It was by fire by fire that she eventually left. When my baby was 14 months old, I discovered I was pregnant again. I panicked thinking, that means, my mother in-law will soon come again. So, I called my mom and we both planned that I will come and stay with her like a month before I give birth, so that I will be with her and my mother in-law will have no need to come.

So, I went to my mom’s place. My husband was not happy with my mother when he realized what she planned with me. We kept on quarrelling all through even when he called on phone, we would be arguing cos he felt deceived.

I moved in with my mother who is remarried cos I lost my dad when I was 15. My step dad’s younger brother (Victor) was around but my half siblings who are in University were not around when I returned to my mom’s place. Victor is a soldier on vacation cos he is based abroad. We used to get along and gist about you know war and other things. He was my companion anytime my mom went to work cos she will leave me at home…

That was when the devil started to tempt me. Victor is very western, I followed with him quite easily. He gists very freely with me to the extent that I confided in him some of the marital issues I was having. When I told him how my husband hardly has s*x with me cos of the issues we have, he talked to me about self pleasuring which he said he will help me get s8x toys and other things that enhance self s8xual pleasure.


As promised, he ordered for them and gave them to me. I didn’t know how to use them, so he had to show me how. Even as I was close to delivering my baby, I began to experience s8xual pleasure that I did not experience since I got married. My hormones did not help matter. I became very Hot the more I used a vibrator.

Then one day, Victor (my step brother’s younger brother) asked me for the feedback on how I am using the toys he got me. I told him it makes me very Hot all the time for the real thing. This guy laughed and said he can help if I want. I told him god forbid o. We laughed it off. Just a week before I go back, I was in my room alone, my mom and her husband had gone out. The house was quiet and I actually thought I was alone.



I got out the vibrator and began to pleasure myself. I was moaning so loud in a few minutes. I did not notice that Victor had come inside and was watching me. My eyes were closed and just as I was about to come, Victor removed the vibrator from my hands and inserted his d*ck. I was shocked but I couldn’t control my body. I was shaking and very afraid.

Victor was mad cos I couldn’t control him or myself. I am ashamed as I remember how another man took me and made my cum like 3 times in my mother’s house. I was so ashamed and upset that I told him to get out. He begged me and asked for my forgiveness. That if anyone heard what he did, he might be withdrawn from the army or disciplined. I told him no problem but that he should avoid me going forward.

A few days before I gave birth, my husband and I had an argument on the phone. It was so heated that I was shouting. Victor came and asked me if everything was ok. I began to cry cos I was really upset and vulnerable. Before I knew it, Victor was comforting me and I kissing him. You know what happened after that. The s8x was so intense that I went into labor immediately.

Victor rushed me to the hospital before my mother could arrive. I went straight into the theater and my baby boy was born in less than two hours. I stayed back in my mom’s place for another three months before I went back to my husband’s house. Victor of course had gone back to base. I wont lie. I have been consumed by guilt of what happened with me and Victor but I swore it will not happen again…over my dead body.

But four months later, I started getting text messages from Victor. He misses me and says he cant forget the memories of us together. Instead of me to block his no, I read his messages and masturbated to them before deleting them. At least, its not like the real thing, I told myself. Well, God punished me by exposing me: one day, my first child was playing with my phone and watching cartoon.

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My neighbor came to me crying two days ago. She is a young mother with two sets of twins. Meaning, she had a set of twins two years ago and this year, she had another set. So, at age 28, she has 4 young children under the ages of 2. But that is not the issue. The issue is that, because of the pressure of taking care of these children especially getting pregnant so close after the first set, she had to get a house help to assist.


Now, she said when she first got the house help, she noticed the girl was misbehaving after like a few months after and she wanted to send her away but because the girl is from her village and her Aunty that brought her kept begging her that their family cannot feed if she sends her away, she left her.

Only for her to discover that the girl got pregnant. She was disgusted and beat the girl mercilessly. The girl then confessed that it was a boy in the street that is a barber apprentice that got her pregnant. Her Aunty advised her to abort the pregnancy cos the girl was 19 and the barber apprentice ran away when he found out the girl was pregnant for him.

That was last year. My neighbor said she found the stupid girl always now sleeping and getting fat recently and suspected that she was pregnant again. And after she did the test, she was indeed pregnant. That she was like, this is the last straw, she beat the girl and threw her things away and sent her packing.

The next day, her Aunty called her and told her that the girl’s pregnancy is for her husband. That even the pregnancy from last year was for her husband. That the girl lied about the barber apprentice being responsible. Now, this wicked Aunty is asking for 400k to remove the baby or the girl will give birth to the baby.

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Being a journalist was always a life ambition.  My academic odyssey was one that had long prepared me for the torturous yet exciting world of the media.  With bachelors and masters degrees in journalism, I was prepared for the professional journey ahead of me.

 Demonstrating a combination of journalistic curiosity and predilection for task execution, I experienced a steady progression in my place of work. I was a senior investigative journalist at the National Truth newspapers. Located in the heart of Lagos, The Truth paraded a host of news gurus. But none matched my colossal professional feats. I was the quintessential journalism detective. So, when Majid Abass, my highly respected editor-in-Chief announced that the agency was going to investigate the torrid tales of trafficking, assault and rape occurring in Internally Displaced Persons(IDP) Camps in Nigeria, my colleagues were unanimous in their nomination. My fluency in Hausa, Kanuri and Fulani languages was a massive plus.

I began preparation in earnest. The 21st of August, 2020 came faster than I had anticipated. Soon, with camera in hand and my notepads together with few clothes, I was on board the flight to Maiduguri, capital of Bornu State. I was to spend two weeks chronicling experiences of women in internally displaced camps. The projected story was definitely going to be a hit. And I was the poster boy of my reputed media outlet, saddled with upholding the highest levels of her professional integrity.

 From the international airport in Maiduguri, I took a taxi to the city and checked in into a modest hotel. The next day, I visited one of the Internally Displaced camps in the outskirt of Maiduguri. Midway to the camp, my thoughts revolved around my personal life. At 35, I remained unmarried, yet professionally successful.  cex has never really been a personal cruise. Yes, I had a couple of behind-the-newsroom flings with d!*k-loving female colleagues at National Truth. Yet, they were just what they were: Flings and nothing serious. Outside the newsroom, journalism had exposed me to a compelling array of women- from the mammoth br@8sted to the flat chested. But none ever came in between my job and i.

I shrugged off the distracting thoughts and began going about my tasks for the day. I began with women within the oldest age groups. 

As I chronicled these lurid stories, I considered myself lucky. I was quite privileged to have been granted this opportunity to report the problems of the helpless.

The following day commenced for me with a visit to the camps of young, unmarried women. My interviews with the several young ladies reported similar ugly stories. Rape. Torture. Incarceration. Assault.

As I walked into the 10th tent, I decided that would be enough for the day. The following day would be for the teenagers, I concluded.’

“Wassalamwayekum, Ina o ni”, I announced in my fluid blend of hausa and arabic.

“Good evening delectable and respectable gentleman of the press. You are heartily welcome”

I froze. The shock coursed through me in an instant. I couldn’t feign normality. I had had to revert to the local hausa, fulani and arabic languages to interact with all of my interviewees so far. These were meant to be the most uneducated, poorest victims of an insurgency foisted on them. But here was an English-speaking , grammar-wielding victim welcoming me with effusive smiles.

Her name was Aminat. And she knew I was Omar even before I could introduce myself. She read a lot of my stories in the newspapers during her undergraduate days at the University of Maiduguri. The insurgency had come like a whirlwind, seizing and dumping her in the dungeon of IDP camps

“I ran into an attack while on my way to my grandmother’s village in Monguno. I was abducted, raped, and forcefully married to one of the Boko Haram’s commanders in the village. I had thought that succour had come my way after I was brought to this camp. However, I have been raped thrice within this camp, once by a security guard at the gate”

As she narrated this gripping story, I felt pity and love, then lust. As tears trickled down her cheeks, I traced them as they flew down across her hijab, down to the glaring protrusion of her mammoth b00bs. Suddenly, I was thinking of how nice it will feel to place my c0*k between those mammaries. This was a lady in pain and tears. I should be here reporting her story, not leering at her body.

“Astagafullilah”, I muttered under my breath.

As the night dawned and I announced my intention to take my leave, she offered to walk me down to my room. On this particular day, those in charge of the camp had advised that it was too late to return to my hotel in the city. Especially since they had to continue the interviews the following morning. I was offered a small, dimly lit room. As I walked in and said my goodnight, she followed, without a word. She then shut the door behind her. The next words I heard were clear and unmistakable:

“Journalist Omar, I noticed you ogling at my chest during my sober moments. I am yours. Take me”

In that instant, my dick surged

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I wish I could say I noticed him the minute I saw him, but that would be a lie. I’m often a dvmba$$, head stuck in the clouds of my career and life and money, money, money, that for the three years after we’d spilled coffee down ourselves, we were just friends.
In hindsight, I’m not sure how I could not have noticed. In a world full of slick city boys, lean and predatory in their tasteful blue suits, his dreadlocked a$$ stood out, looking like a snack about to burst out of its packaging. He favoured blue suits alright, but they were always the wrong shade of blue; blue-green or cobalt in the summer and aubergine-tinged charcoal in the winter. But like I said, I’m a dvmba$$ about shit like that.

Let’s skip the meet-cute. Your thirsty-a$$ is not here for that anyway. Plus, it’s so cliché, it makes my eyes water: both us, engrossed in our phones, spilling coffee over each other during the ten or so minutes that counted for a mid-morning refuel in the city. Luckily for me, he was having his iced and black. Unluckily for him, I was not.
“Ahhhh, hot, hot!”
“Well, it is coffee,” I said, neglecting the ‘Sorry’ that should have come in its place instead. Never one to turn down a bada-bing! and the applause from the audience in my mind which followed.

He swiped at his trousers frantically, until it cooled. The girl he was with made this squeal in her throat and grabbed a sheaf of napkins to help him dab at the spreading stain. She was that sort of cool, thin type that subsisted mostly on coffee and cigarettes, cocaine during the weekends. You don’t need to know about her. She’s not important to this story.
“Nah, it’s alright,” he said. “Apology accepted.”
“Sorry,” I said finally, handing him my card. “I’ll take care of the dry cleaning.” I took it in then. “Nice suit,” I said. In my head I thought ‘Stupid a$$ peacock’.
“It’s an Oswald Boateng,” he said, staring me in the face. I concluded that he didn’t work in the city.
I shrugged. “Doubly sorry, then? Here. I’ll take care of it, no matter the cost. I should have been looking where I was going.”

“No, I should have been honestly,” he said.
“Should I get you another cup then, Dyke?” asked the blonde. I raised my eyebrow. What the hell kind of stupid-a$$ name was that? He seemed embarrassed.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll clean up and get myself another.” At that moment, his phone buzzed. He unlocked it with his fingerprint and ooh, not fast enough, I saw the site he was on. He paused. “You know, as a predictor of current financial trends in Africa, she is quite spot on….”

“Blah, blah, blah. Save it.” I showed him my phone screen. We were on the same gossip site.  He hollered, a belly-laugh which obliterated eardrums and drew gazes. We fell into each other’s lives.
I never did know if the blonde chick got him coffee.
“You know,” he said, after the first time we fvkced, “Our first meeting was not an accident.”
“You conniving a$$!” I smacked him in the face with a pillow.

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If I keep saying a$$ a lot, it’s because he has a great one.  His name is Dike.
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Dike loves being clean. Everything about him glows with health and vitality; teeth, white and strong, skin glowing with shea butter, locs, twisted and styled, coconut oil gleaming on his scalp. He is strong and solid and tender. His love language is definitely touch and quality time and he loves, loves, loves when I oil the sections of his locs, running my finger, coated with cool coconut oil down the roads and streets of his head, the hair thick and even and unbroken. Dike is the most physical person I know, but he has no interest in occupying and filing every space the way a lot of men do. Perhaps being raised by a single mother has something to do with it, the way he can minimise himself and yet, be completely at ease in his body and surroundings.

This contrast is cx3y as hell.
Clean, solid. Except when we fvkc then he’s a dirty, dirty boy.  But I didn’t notice this. At first.
It was a few days after our first smash sesh. I’d taken a pounding, per my request and had gone to sleep as I usually did. A powernap really, but when I awoke, Dike was breathing deeply next to me, on his back, one muscular arm, thrown up defensively against the evening sun coming from the windows. I preferred rooms with colour and defiantly threw my coloured underwear around just to break up the monotony. So much white cleanliness hurt to watch.

There’s that contrast again, see, between what he chose to wear and how he presented his home. He intrigued me at this point, my friend, whom I was now fvkc!!ng. After the first few visits, I got him the most geometrically fvkced up ankara cushions that I could find and even though he thanked me, I’d never seen them again.
So, he slept and, I don’t know, his body was just there, laid out for me, skin warm and alive. I crawled over and licked one tiny n!pp|e. Dike m0@ned. I did it again. He opened his eyes.
“Can’t even let somebody sleep,” he said. When we were alone, we spoke in Nigerian English, which added to the intimacy.

“What are you sleeping for?” I sm@ck3d and him and licked the ni!pp|e again. He m0@ned with his mouth closed, looking down at me through one rapidly-clearing eye. I tugged at the hairs on his armpit playfully, to stop him from staring at me so intently. The power in his gaze unnerved me. We were still new. It was supposed to be fvkc!!ng and yet somehow, I could feel it changing shape, influenced perhaps by our years of friendship, our common culture. I wasn’t comfortable with seeing his soul. I turned back to the n!pp|e.

“No,” he said. “Look at me when you do that.”
It was hard. My eyelids were made of concrete, but I dragged them open, challenged by the unspoken dare. I flicked my tongue at the n!pp|e again and watched the rise and fall of his pecs, the muscles working in his jaw as he clenched. He really liked getting his n!pp|e played with. I licked it a few more times and pulled myself upwards, closing my mouth around it, applying pressure.

His d!kcc moved the sheets. Slowly, the arm over half his face came down and he pulled me closer, held me there. He growled and yank3d me upwards. I’m not a small girl, okay. I’ve got th!qhs and curves and he yank3d me like I was full of foam stuffing.
“Come sit on my face, come ride it,” he said. He didn’t have to ask me twice. Dike was rougher with it, sweeter. He grabbed both my a$$s cheeks and tore them open like he was eating an udala fruit. My juices were just as plentiful and sticky. I was – and am – something of a selfish lover so when I went to town on his thick |!ps, exfoliating his face with my pvb3s, all I was thinking was getting mine.

It was so sweet, holding onto his head, slamming my bvtt down m-m-m, getting wetter and wetter, riding the tongue he stuck into me, grinding on his nose. It was so good. I wined my waist to a c|!max and Dike let me l!ck my girl-cvmm off his face because he knows I love myself that much.
When I stopped shuddering, threw back the sheets and opened the bedside drawer for a c0nd0m, he stopped me. “Wait.”

“You don’t want to reap the fruits of your labour?” I slid a finger in my pv$$y. The squelching of viscous moisture filled the room and Dike’s d!kcc juddered.
“I do.”
“You want me to svkc it?” Selfish or not, I was more than happy to oblige. Dike had a d!kcc that was meant to be svkced and as he was always clean, it tasted divine.
“Not today.” He held my hand in his, doing the staring thing again. I met his eyes, widened mine comically. He smiled, slow, like I liked it and pulled me down. The k!$$es were too soft, too tender. They meant something. I drew back.

“Coward,” he said. “One of these days…” he didn’t finish the sentence. I allowed him to play with my hand until it began to feel uncomfortable then I pulled it away again. Dike looked me in the eyes. “I trust you,” he said.
“Okay, weirdo,” I made to jump off the bed but he flipped me over and held me there, my head sinking into his pillows, all that marshmallow white.
“No, T. I trust you.” He looked deeply into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“We’re friends, aren’t we?” I asked.  Dike slapped my a$$s and the vibrations juddered into my pv$$y, igniting it. He did it again because it was Dike and he knew.
“Stop it, you’re going to make me cvmm,” I said.

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