The house was quiet..
Eerily quiet..
Most of the stuff was in the van outside..
The few items left, were..
The couch, we sat on, in the lounge..
The king-sized bed upstairs..
The American fridge-freezer in the kitchen..
And the stack of empty boxes in a corner..
"Oh! Stop it, Roc!" she pleaded
"What?!"
"Stop playing with my hair" She said, playfully swatting my hand off..
"Why?" I paused "You don't like it?"
"It's err.." Her voice went down a notch "It's making me.. horny."
"Awww.." I replied, as my fingers returned to her spliced kinky braids..
"We wouldn't want that now, would we?"
Not long after.. her shoulders twitched..
My index finger traced a line..
From the base of her neck.. down her arm.. to the inside of her elbow..
She crossed her legs
Then she uncrossed them..
My finger traced their way back..
She sighed, crossing her legs again..
A couple of minutes later, she turned to face me..
But her eyes were already closed..
My hand slipped under her shirt..
Two fingers nimbly unclasping her bra..
"That was quick" she murmured, as she lifted her top off, and got them out the way..
"I do magic tricks.." I whispered, "Poof! And your clothes are gone"
"Yeah right.." She replied, leaning towards me..
I could taste the nicotine on her lips, as we kissed..
Her tongue, darkened from that dire habit..
Was all over mine..
My teeth..
My gums..
Behind my lips..
Under my tongue..
The roof of my mouth..
Everywhere..
One minute, I felt so violated..
Next couple of minutes.. Insanely turned on..
A myriad of emotions..
"So.." She paused, pulling away "Will this end up on the internet as well..?"
"Huh?!”
She reached for her smoke-box on the floor..
Lit one.. Took a drag..
Then asked again..
"Is this going to end up on your thing.. your rocnaija thing..?”
"Uhm.. I dunno..” I responded.. "Wait.. How did you.."
She smiled.. "I'd be curious though.." pausing to take another drag,
"If you did write about.. y'kno.. I'd be curious as to how you'd write it"
"Do you mind.." Picking my next few words slowly..
"..if we.. have this.. uhm.. conversation some other time? You're kinda messing up my mojo here.."
Eerily quiet..
Most of the stuff was in the van outside..
The few items left, were..
The couch, we sat on, in the lounge..
The king-sized bed upstairs..
The American fridge-freezer in the kitchen..
And the stack of empty boxes in a corner..
"Oh! Stop it, Roc!" she pleaded
"What?!"
"Stop playing with my hair" She said, playfully swatting my hand off..
"Why?" I paused "You don't like it?"
"It's err.." Her voice went down a notch "It's making me.. horny."
"Awww.." I replied, as my fingers returned to her spliced kinky braids..
"We wouldn't want that now, would we?"
Not long after.. her shoulders twitched..
My index finger traced a line..
From the base of her neck.. down her arm.. to the inside of her elbow..
She crossed her legs
Then she uncrossed them..
My finger traced their way back..
She sighed, crossing her legs again..
A couple of minutes later, she turned to face me..
But her eyes were already closed..
My hand slipped under her shirt..
Two fingers nimbly unclasping her bra..
"That was quick" she murmured, as she lifted her top off, and got them out the way..
"I do magic tricks.." I whispered, "Poof! And your clothes are gone"
"Yeah right.." She replied, leaning towards me..
I could taste the nicotine on her lips, as we kissed..
Her tongue, darkened from that dire habit..
Was all over mine..
My teeth..
My gums..
Behind my lips..
Under my tongue..
The roof of my mouth..
Everywhere..
One minute, I felt so violated..
Next couple of minutes.. Insanely turned on..
A myriad of emotions..
"So.." She paused, pulling away "Will this end up on the internet as well..?"
"Huh?!”
She reached for her smoke-box on the floor..
Lit one.. Took a drag..
Then asked again..
"Is this going to end up on your thing.. your rocnaija thing..?”
"Uhm.. I dunno..” I responded.. "Wait.. How did you.."
She smiled.. "I'd be curious though.." pausing to take another drag,
"If you did write about.. y'kno.. I'd be curious as to how you'd write it"
"Do you mind.." Picking my next few words slowly..
"..if we.. have this.. uhm.. conversation some other time? You're kinda messing up my mojo here.."
She rolled her eyes..
Took another drag..
Stubbed it out and stood up..
"Come.." she said, unbuttoning her denim skirt, wiggling her waist as she stepped out of it, "let's go upstairs.."
Glancing from her eyes.. to the only item of clothing she had on.. her boyshorts..
My clothes joined the heap on the floor in seconds..
Walking up the stairs behind her, I smiled, imagining the sight we made..
She, looking pretty in pink, in her boyshorts and waist beads..
Me, one step behind, in my boxers and socks..
The next hour plus was absolute bliss..
Everytime she got close..
I slowed things down..
And everytime I got close..
She slowed things down..
We both knew when it did happen..
It'd be amazing..
I heard her squeal..
Looking up at her, my hands held her waist..
Expecting waterfalls..
She stopped..
Squeal caught mid-sentence in her throat...
Her eyes opening wide in shock..
As did mine..
A key rustled in the front door downstairs..
The lounge light came on..
Shit.
Her eyes opening wide in shock..
As did mine..
A key rustled in the front door downstairs..
The lounge light came on..
Shit.
