thoughts as to how I would face mom or
Fay much later. “wow”, I thought to my self,
she
really got me. Come to think of it, it was
only
on Friday we made out without a
condom
when she claimed she was safe… Or
didn’t I
use a condom that Sunday morning when
Frank went to drop mom and dad in
church?
How come I didn’t even think of the fact
that
she could actually be pulling my legs?
What’s
the possibility that she’s not trying to
keep me
by saying mom is aware of our
relationship?
All these thoughts kept running through
my
head till I heard the sky roar in anger,
after
which the bike man said “dis rain sef, e
never
do am?”.. It was at that point I realized
all the
time while I was inside the clinic with
Favour,
the sky had become cloudy and dark. A
heavy
downpour was imminent.
I got to Calabar lane, alighted just by the
entrance and decided to walk the
distance to
Ella’s apartment. Immediately I settled
the
bike man and he turned and left, I
regretted
that decision because less than 1 minute
later, it began to rain. I had to run like
everyone else for cover, but in my case, I
ran
the whole distance to Ella’s apartment.
“gbam gbam gbam gbam” I banged on
her
door. My goodness, it was at this point I
realized I hadn’t called her to confirm if
she
was at home, especially after telling her
earlier
in the day that I’ll be in the clinic with
Favour.
“What if she had left for school?” I asked
myself
Soaked like a fowl caught under rain with
water dripping from my clothes, my
anger
began to build up when again I realized
my
laptop was inside my shuttle bag
hanging on
my back. Bringing out my phone from
my
back pocket, I heard a voice answer from
inside “who wan break my door?”
“Oh God, thank you” I said before
answering
her “Ella its me, Fury”
“My God, Fury, what happened?” I heard
her
run to the door as she began to open it.
“where are you coming from?” she asked
throwing the door open.
“Home my dear” I lied. Continuing I said
“thought I would beat the rain and I
stupidly
asked the bike guy to stop me by the
junction,
so I could walk the bad stretch of the
road to
this place”
“Eyaaa, Baby, lemme help you with this”
she
said reaching behind me for my bag
which
was soaked partially and took it inside.
Looking at the bag, I knew the laptop
would
still be dry because of the section of the
bag I
placed it in. “But you said you weren’t
coming
again, so what happened?” she
demanded
returning and holding the door open for
me.
“Wanted to surprise you babe” I said
heading
into the bathroom with her locking the
door
and tagging behind me.
“Nice of you, but you should have called
when
you saw the cloud naw?” she said
handing me
a towel after I took off my shirt and vest
and
spread them on her towel railing.
“I though I would beat the rain babe” I
answered taking off my trouser. She
collected
it, went back into the room and then
opened
the door and stepped outside the room.
From
the bathroom, I heard her shaking the
trouser,
in a bid to get the sand that had gotten
on it
while i was running. After which I heard
her
brush the trouser with her hand as I
stepped
into the room in just my boxers.
She spread the trouser on the line just by
her
veranda and came back inside. Bringing
out
my laptop from the bag, and every other
content including my condoms, notepad
and
power pack, I handed the bag to her and
she
went back out to spread it after cleaning
it.
Looking on her bed I saw her phone with
her
earplugs plugged to it giving out little
tunes.
Obviously she was listening to music
when I
was knocking on her door. I guess the
loud
banging made her hear me. Well, I was
still
gonna dial her number.
Coming back inside she locked the door
behind her and stood looking at me. “So
what
about Frank’s sis? You made that up
too?”
she asked as I turned on my laptop and
moved to plug the auxiliary cable of her
home
theatre system.
“Nah, she’s sick for real, but its later in
the
day that I and Frank would go there to
pick
her. Mom already went there this
morning and
dad and Frank just left for Ogoja so I
told
them i have something doing at the café,
the
reason I didn’t go with them so i could
come
be with you like I promised” i said to her
in a
bid to flatter her.
“Hmmmm, are you sure?” she asked
looking at
me suspiciously.
“About what? Favour being sick or
wanting to
be with you?” I asked looking back at her
“Everything” she replied folding her
hands
across her chest like a 16 years old girl
Done plugging the auxiliary cable as i
also
started to play my music playlist, i stood
up
and walked to her. Opening her hand and
giving her a kiss which she didn’t
respond to
saying “where I come from, you don’t
play with
someone’s health or life by lying about
the
person being sick or dead because it’s
seriously forbidden and secondly, i
always
keep my promises. Since i promised you
yesterday that I’ll be with you today,
that’s
why i defied the rain to be here”. After
these
words, i made to kiss her again and she
responded before pushing me away
saying
“lemme make tea for you, you body is
cold”
I smiled to myself saying in my mind “o
boy
ye, you sabi lie o. See sweet lie wey you
talk
without planning. Sitting on the bed, i
pick up
my phone to see 5 missed calls and a
chat
message from Fay. Wondering when she
called, I then discovered my phone was
on
silent.
The message read “I’m deeply sorry baby.
I
don’t know why but i just wanted to see
if you
really cared about me or just enjoying
the free
sex you were getting. Please forgive me.
Just
pick my call please, I’m feverish now.
Where
are you baby. Don’t leave me please”
At that point, i asked myself if i wouldn’t
have
gone ahead with my plans of taking
responsibility if she had been pregnant
for
real. Besides, I think I actually did feel
something for her. But another fear now
is, she
had told mom we were together. Or was
she
kidding about that one too? But can I
blame
her? There’s no girl actually who
wouldn’t
want to know if she’s been used or not. I
felt I
should tease her or pretend to be angry
by not
replying her, but on a second thought, I
decided against it.
Typing a reply, Ella called out from the
kitchen “sugar or honey?” “None baby,
abi you
no want make I perform again?” I replied
her
laughing. “you’re not serious Fury” she
shot
back.
I sent Fay a text which read “that wasn’t
necessary at all. I actually do care about
you
and not just the sex. But I’ve been
holding
back cos I felt you were already gonna be
with
someone else and no need to show you I
had
feelings for you. Besides, I felt you were
in
control of the situation we found
ourselves. I’ll
come back after the rain, stop thinking
about
anything. I understand how you feel”
A few minute later she sent another text
saying “thanks baby. Love you”
Minutes later, Ella came out with two
cups of
tea. Opening her fridge, she brought out
a half
loaf of sliced bread. Placing the bread
down,
she handed me a cup while holding one
for
herself and sitting next to me. It was at
this
point she picked up her phone and turned
off
the music playing.
The rain kept falling heavily, hitting the
roof
like it was gonna rip through it. “This
rain has
given me a reason not to attend my
12pm
lecture. Not like the lecturer would attend
though, but trust all those busy body
students
to be in the lecture hall waiting” she said
helping herself with a slice of bread.
“What if he shows up?” I asked her
taking a
sip from my cup and looking up to see
the
time was 11:20am
“you don’t know who Dr XYZ is, left alone
for
him let the rain fall all through the
semester
so he won’t lecture but fail everyone so
he can
be sorted in cash and kind” she replied
folding
her legs on the bed.
I was tempted to ask her how does she
sort
her courses, in cash or in kind when
“Push it
Baby” a song by the musical group
“Pretty
Ricky” ft Sean Paul started playing and
she
stood up screaming. “Oh my God, I love
this
song Fury. Where did you dig this out?”
as
she placed her cup of tea on the floor
and
stood up moving closer to the main
woofer
speaker.
Humming the tunes “I wanna see you girl
push it push it push it, now lemme see
you
girl move it move it move it….” as she
backed
me, she started moving her hips back
and
forth with her hands in the air dancing to
the
song. (If you know this song, then you
should
have an idea of how a typical Nigerian
girl
would dance to it)
My God, it was at this point that I
became
conscious of what she was putting on. A
black
pair of leggings, the type most girls use
for
jogging and other sporting exercises and
a
white vest top that revealed a blue bra
strap.
With her hands up, the vest
automatically
shot up and I could see clearly the
outline of
her red panties. Guys you have to
understand
that at this point in time, with the
weather, the
panties (my fetish) and the waist and
as§ that
were moving in front of me, it was only
natural
for fury to rise. And it it rose up hard.
“Ella what do you think are you doing?” I
asked her picking up a pillow to conceal
my
erectiön.
“Dancing to a song I like. This is my
room
remember, so i can do whatever I want”
she
answered not turning to look at me as
she
resumed singing “push it push it…….”
“you can’t even dance that much”. I
teased
her.
Turning to face me, she saw me smiling
and
the pillow in crotch covering what
obviously
was an erectiön.
“what’s that smile on your face fury?”
she
asked.
“Nothing, just that you are trying too
hard to
impress me” I replied her
“huh, are you for real?” she asked
slowing
down the hips movement as she spoke
“like
you are not already impressed right now,
if I’m
kidding remove the pillow from your lap
fury”
I grinned my face before laughing saying
“the
view was just awesome babe”
“the view huh?” she repeated after me as
she
resumed swinging her hips before adding
“thanks for the compliment”.
“Can you twerk?” I asked repositioning
myself
on the bed for a possible dance show.
“Is that a question? Can I twerk? She
asked
me back
“Every girl can move and shake their
asse§
thinking that’s twerking, so can you
twerk, like
twerk for…..
I didn’t even finish the statement when
the
next track began. “Rihanna – Pour It Up”
“Today is your lucky day Fury” she said
as she
backed me and started clapping her
hands
humming the song:
“Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it up
That’s how we ball out
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it up
That’s how we ball out
Strip clubs and dollar bills
I still got my money
Patron shots can I get a refill?
I still got my money”
By the time the song got to the point
where Rihanna said “Strippers going up and
down
that pole”, with her red panties visible to
me,
she spread her legs apart whilst tilting to
one
side, she made a twerk move that made
me
smile while fury on its own part, nodded
in agreement that we’re both gonna enjoy the show….
TBC
