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As the night dragged on, more people joined, ready to unwind. He took his time sipping his Cran and checking his wristwatch ever so often for the tempo-marked time he would stroll in to blitz to some funk , sleaze and dancehall. Everything to get this damn feeling off. He reminded himself that he will never beg to be loved by one who’s in love with another…tufiakwa. Behind him, two ladies had availed themselves some wild white spirit and one of them stridently offloaded her heavy heart. He listened absentmindedly but enjoyed the gist nonetheless.
” Dumebi, forget that matter. No be everyday woman go be mumu.” Although he couldn’t see her face as he chose not to show himself an eavesdropper but he could tell from her pidgin and her polished accent with the pronunciation of the English words that she had a social polish most can’t reckon with.
“Felix sex game na just zero. The tin sef dun dey disgust me. I now fake moans just to massage his ego but my hubby prick no dey manage massage my clit let alone my G-spot…” The two women broke into uncontrolled laughter , the kind spurred by some extra weed and liquor. Baby girls for life, they are.
“Deli Deli Fidelia.. My sister, my friend, biko lower your voice, ” she implored. “That gentleman ahead of us fit hear your story and e no go set like dat.” She rounded off with a hint of genuine care laden in her voice. There was no mistake, they had each other’s backs.
“NNE, forget that thing. I am just baring my heart out to you, my good friend. I am damn frustrated. See, since I started on this journey with Felix, na only my vibrator dey give me orgasms. Never my man.”
“Well, but the money suppose dey give you vibrations now. Your man is bloody rich. But yourself some sexual hunk with his wealth. No dey dull.”
There was silence then. I had listened with rapt attention in the last couple of minutes and it became a kind of suspense awaiting what her response would be to the suggestion. Gigolos neither sleep nor slumber when fruit cakes are served in local joints.
“Hmm..dum dum. Get behind me , you devil. But this suggestion ain’t a bad idea. I need some glow and yeah, some damn good sex.” She clicked a cheeky tongue and smiled at the thought of having a strong Yongat pounding her pussy warm and wet. Her mind flipped through time and she could remember how she had been with agile man. She was still young. Only 34. And the sooner, she gets a solution to her dwindling romantic fortunes, the better . Last night was a memory she needed to forget but the thought was not going away, at least not in this moment, as it bobbled up to the fore. She had come to a point where her hurt had turn to pity. A man strong and red with energy like a stallion but a cockroach in bed. COCKroach…oh damn!
And to think she had truly had her amazing days with men who could pin her down and ravage her inside out. Men who understood what it meant to be men. She was barely 17 when she had her cherry plucked. The thought brought back sweet smiles and a delirium that had deserted her.
She had asked for it. Wanted it and was willing to freely give her innocence to Chibuzor, her next door neighbour and fantasy knight. She was friends with his younger sister, best friends in fact. And there was nobody better for her. Nothing else mattered. On that cold evening in August , right there in her Father’s house and on his favourite couch, Buzor had made her a woman. And he had done so like a well-bred Twenty-three year old gentleman. His fine fingers calmed her frigid bones relentlessly, filling them with longing. He devoured her lips ravenously too, stopping to guide her through the plucky manual of kissing sweetly. And when he finally guided his cock in, there had been a flash of pain seeping through only to be replaced by a sweetness within she had only read in “dog-eared” mills and boon series stored in her mom’s library. They had regular sex then for Almost a year until he travelled out for his masters. It was the end of a lifetime. And the beginning of her glory for she had gone out of her way to truly enjoy the companionship in man right from her school days to post-graduation until a mutual friend introduced Felix. The rest as they say is history.
It took a firm grip of her hands to shake off her trip through patches of imagination and bring her to reality. Those hands were her friend’s and she was embarrassed that even in her tipsiness she could afford to dream in the realities long gone. But she was not alone. A charming stranger with piercing eyes and a strong square jaw stood beside her. His cologne flirting with her innings. He looked like one ripped and fit. One who could make a woman a woman again.
She readied herself for what was to come next….
To be continued ….