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By C. Ovie
The pulsating thrill of dancehall music purred and glided with the rumbling waves as he sat gaily just outside the dome. He looked at his wristwatch and it was still 11: 27pm. He had quite the time to enjoy this 7th gift of nature before joining the horde of groove merchants inside. He scanned across the front and realized there were people like him who also needed to unwind before the red lights beckon. There were couples, friends who sat and chatted idly.. Mouths busily searching secrets within. Partners lost to lust or maybe love. Love…he was going to hate this word in the coming days but not tonight. He needed to numb his pains and allow the sleaziness of the moment to wash his through and through. He saw a sweetly dressed waitress coming towards him with the menu catalog. He was ready to be awed.
“Good evening, Sir!” The sultry waitress greeted as she handed over the catalogs. She wore a skimpy rainbow blue skirt and a pink silk jacket crested boldly with the facility’s insignia. Her skin seemed like mashed hazelnuts dipped in cocoa. She had the right curves and thickness but there was weariness in her eyes. She also had to manage a smile for the sake of formality. He sighed then. Life in these parts had a way of shredding beautiful souls.
“Hello, you look quite tired. What’s your name?
“Bella, Sir. And thanks for noticing. It’s been a long shift for me. I can’t wait to go sleep when it strikes 12.”
He looked at her yet again. She wasn’t just beautiful and courteous, she was frigging articulate. Maybe even a graduate. Her soft demeanor and professional composure were marking qualities.
“Here’s my card, Bella. Give me a call whenever you are free. We could sit to discuss career options…” He paused and scanned her face intently to see if she’s not averse to the suggestion but there was a change. She was smiling freely now…with a new soul. “I see that you are so much more than waiting tables. Please, do give me a call.. And worry not, consulting fees are on the house.” He rounded off with a robust grin lining his face.
“These words have made my day, Sir. I am super grateful and I will call you. Thanks for your kind words.” She took his order promptly afterwards—— Grilled chicken breasts, cranberry juice and 3 shots of Tequila with lemon—— and hurried into the store.
My bedroom was primed and ready when we drifted in. Flashes of the moments I had here with Jael frittered through my mind. Jael, my explosive vixen in bed. I made a mental note to video call her when my prick is calm. What if she comes unannounced? There was a cold chill up my spine at the thought. Knowing her, I wouldn’t put it past her to just show up at a whim. Hahaha…oh well, I might not be a second time lucky given the earlier drama that happened … Enough with the memories. The icy cold floor of my expansive bathtub was calling. There was no going back.
Jasmine and Ufuoma had the room to themselves to undress while I prepared the tub. I whistled excitedly as I added the water soda and fruity flavors. Eternity starts with a bath. I was almost done with prepping when the door came ajar and standing by the door was a breathtaking image that caused me a breathing fit. Her skin was pure glass threaded in fleshy silk and class. Here’s a sketch of peach. A black woman stitched in gold. I never knew Mami water had a black daughter. I know now and her name is Ufuoma.
“I can bet with all that’s true that you ain’t from this world.” I found myself finally saying aloud when I regained composure. She could tell I was awestruck and giddy but I didn’t care. I stood up then and walked close to her. She smiled as I took her welcomed her lips into mine. She placed her hands on my shoulder. And there and then, in a sudden show of bravado, I had her in my arms in a grip of zest and carried her to the bathtub.
I didn’t care when Jasmine didn’t join us immediately. It afforded me the time to be with Ufuoma all alone. I really wasn’t sold on the whole threesome thing especially not with my best friend. So, I was well armed with a response when she finally pried..
“… It’s been a while, dear. Your friend is yet to join us,” she managed in between moans as she rested her head upon my chest covered in foam. Well, I couldn’t reply immediately as I had my fingers in her pussy and the slurping sound of their penetration filled my mind with glee. Just let us enjoy ourselves mami. Forget Jass. I thought to myself.
“You are right. It’s possible she’s on a call or something,” I managed to reply. “Rest easy love and let me treat you to the subtleties of passion.” Those words elicited a relaxed sigh from her as I continued probing her moistness. She turned to face me now. Her oval boobs drooping with lusciousness pressing against me. Something must definitely kill a man. I grabbed some of the sugar and sucked good. Sending shock waves through her as I cuddled her nipples with the soft part of the blade of my tongue. I knew just how well to treat these buttons of apple. This was bliss. And one to relish without interference….
But I heard voices and footsteps.. I recognized both of them. One was Jass and the other caused my breath to cease momentarily cos I saw the face when the handle of the bathroom turned. It was no imagination. The end was here.