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“I am Jasmine.” She said as she pulled away but still smiling ravenously. “And if my instincts are right, you just saved this bastard’s life.” Quickly shooting me a stinging stare laced with fire and honey. If there was anybody capable of stimulating my senses consciously from a distance, it was my best friend.
There was a relaxed look on Ufuoma’s face now and she settled into the comfort of the sofa as she was urged to do by Jass. “Well,” her voice warm as silk and bold as gold, “it was the least I could do. I had to rush him to the hospital despite how scared I was.” She looked at me then with misty eyes. It felt like we were there alone and in that passionate minute , I have searched the depths of her heart and body for the truth. I longed to taste her on my fingers in everyway possible.
Hers was a secret I wanna keep. A midnight trick I would only explore uniquely with her. The thought of running my tongue across her darkly warm nipple rings and licking them off calmly and carelessly needled me in. Making Love with Ufuoma might just be the salvation I need. The liberty to not fall astray ever again. Even players are supposed to fall in Love, abi? I thought to myself.
Her next words brought me back to the reality of having my best friend and sex partner huddled in the same room with the woman whom I seek to roam nasty nights with and within. “I lost an acquaintance of mine to cardiac arrest. He was only 22. So, I wouldn’t let that happen to my enemy.” She was shivering now and Jasmine drew her close into a warm embrace. Tears freely dropped upon her cheeks and I knew I had to kiss them away. But I was torn between showing empathy and peeling her clothes off. Only the former seemed feasible given that I already had a crowd. Oh bloody Jass.
I cursed under my breath. Jasmine was the one woman I wouldn’t see in agony but here she is pouring Taraba “sansan” in my garri. What could I do? If only she could just step out like a sabi girl and let me this space to practise my sensual dark magic upon this chocolate-dripping, Jaw-dropping sexuality in my crib. There was something about Ufuoma and the racy thoughts she stimulated deep within. I cast my mind back to have a mental recap if there has been any lady who cuddled my thirst buds the way she does.
A long list. Not even Amaka whose blessed clit was creamy sweet. Damn. I had always loved digging that pussy in the most wild places and she was game. Always ready to explore every theory practically without complaints in the least. There had been that early morning after clubbing at Blue Glass. A swivelling fleshpot located at the fringes of Ogudu. With an exhaustive catalogue of ravishing strippers serenading their bewitching skills and bodies clutching the poles, it was a club that unravels your desires just as it did us. For when we left, I drove into a deserted car park with no sign of life but the billowing wind and the distant sea waves rumbling.
Upon the bonnet of my car, I had parted her pants and fucked her crazily. We were already spiked up with alcohol and scatterings of weeded Shisha we had at the club so the mood was beyond normal. “Drive on, bobo. Plunge deeper biko…. Don’t stop…fuck me like there’s a civil war tomorrow.” Aye Aye.. Those words were the confirmation needed that Amaka was in a different place but fuck her crazily I did without minding the occasional headlights flashing as early risers drove through to—God knows where. When she erupted into a fit of multiple orgasms and vibrations, I congratulated myself. Nobody fucks better than me…hahaha…
It was her ragged limpness that lay in the car and dozed off as I drove us both home. So, I rushed into the kitchen to get a pack of Vanilla Yogurt and glasses for the three of us. Just what we all needed I assumed. Chilled and creamy to the taste. And then we needed icing too When I returned to the sitting room, I held the lid of my nerves tight not to spill the spot-binding shock that greeted me. Never in my wildest dreams Would I have imagined that soon, I would have to drift into the loftiest dreams in modern day sexuality. I missed a step but not my resolve as I took the drink to them.
……TO BE CONTINUED…