Men always think they know everything. They believe they know what you want – when, where and how you want it. Men are so full of their own self-importance that they most times fail to understand everything else going on around them, until it is too late or almost too late.
As a girl, this chauvinistic side of the male gender is the most infuriating, frustrating and yet, one of the most intriguing characteristic that make us twitch uncontrollably between our legs every time we are confronted with one of their kind.
It’s annoying as much as it is unavoidably attractive. It is a kind of hypnotic paralysis at work when you get one of them pulling your strings in ways you never have had them pulled. You are literally at his mercy and unable to regain control of your own loco-motors. You lose traction, a sense of time, place or even direction. It is bad, it is maddeningly bad when you fall in love with a egomaniacal male chauvinist.
Worse of the men folk a girl could ever have the misfortune of meeting is Tunji. Tunji Adefowose comes with everything male – sexy, brash, strong-willed, protective, annoyingly loving etc. He is every girl’s nightmarish “dream guy”.
Tunji is tall, dark and handsome and speaks with a drawl that would make any girl swoon into a faint if they listened too intently to him, hanging on every hypnotic word falling out of his mouth. I swear it; in his voice there is this silky blend of honey and sugar that is sweet music to any girl’s ears. Tunji’s voice is so smooth and hypnotic; the kind that will make you fall into a trance listening to it. I swear it again, a girl will fall into a swoon listening too intently to Tunji speak.
He can do that to any girl. I was a victim the very first day he walked into the bank where I worked. It had been a slow day, mid-afternoon with only a small number of customers in the hall. You wouldn’t believe it, but I fell asleep listening to him. Or better put, I fell into a trance-like state of stupor, standing on my feet immobile like an idiot fool. It took the angry shouts of other impatient customers behind him to wake me up with a start. When he left, he had a mischievous smile on his face and left his card discretely tucked in between the deposit slip he initially wrongly filled out. That is another side of him – calculative, manipulative and extremely self-aware of the signals, verbal and non-verbal, oozing out of anyone he converses with. Especially, the women. He knew how to read a woman.
On hindsight, I have analyzed that first meeting, and several other encounters afterwards, and come to the realization that Tunji was more like a predator on a hunt. A predator looking for a stray prey – always sniffing around and on the lookout. He is equipped with all the instincts of a predator out to make a kill. It was like he was tuning out environmental noise and focusing on all the other vibes or non-verbal signals that could be to his own advantage. The wrongly filled out deposit slip was most definitely done on purpose, so he would have a channel to leave his call card in, already aware that he had me in his hands melting like butter placed in a hot pan.
That’s Tunji. Like I said earlier, he was handsome – like Adonis type handsome. He had broad, strong shoulders that would make any basketball player envious. The shoulders carried a head which was full of afro-styled retro hair greyish in patches and throwing a somewhat matured sheen to his strong-chiseled face. He wore a beard that was well trimmed into a long, pointy strip at the chin. It was a curious way to wear a beard, even more so when one sees him with the beards braided into two long tufts like those commonly associated with the devil or the Djinnie in the popular Aladdin cartoon stories. Curious and intriguing, the essentials necessary for making every girl stop and take another look. He has long legs that made him really tall, even for a girl of more than average height like me. His general demeanor was one of someone who knew he had the eye of every girl in a room, and he usually would give a performance worthy of the attention whenever he knew he had it.
Tunji happened to work at an advertising company just directly opposite my bank’s branch on Isaac John in Ikeja. He had just started there as the creative director, a few short weeks before the day he came to the bank to “officially” transact his first business on his new account.
All of this I gathered from him later that evening when I called him.
You guys are already calling me forward? You won’t understand. Let me tell you, when a girl falls in love with a guy she is powerless. She cannot make herself stop, notwithstanding her best efforts at restraint. Did you say no? Did I hear some of you ladies say NO? Fall in love with a guy you hardly know?
Well, maybe you guys have never really fallen in love. It is beautiful to fall in love. You are giddy in the head and quite oblivious to the right or wrong of your actions. And yes, it is totally possible to fall in love with a guy you have really not spoken to or know anything about. What I have found is that most of us build a lot of unnecessary walls to block out our true inner feelings.
‘Necessary walls’, I hear you say? Well maybe you are right or maybe not. When we build all these walls and protocols to falling in love, all we succeed in doing is to draw out the true essence of pure, undiluted love and replace it with a conditioned feeling of affinity and acceptance. In there somewhere, we have reined in our true feelings thus diluting the sheer force of love untainted.
To be in love is to be in total submission to your partner.
And like most girls would I fought, I dallied, and I tried hard to butt him off my mind. I constantly built and rebuilt my walls, hoping they would be high enough to rebuff the sheer force of the memory of his voice in my head from earlier in the day. That voice that kept playing dirty little tricks on my mind, turning my head against my heart. It was a constant battle, between my head and my heart to determine what was best to do. It was a battle of wits, will and self-restraint. But I lost the battle and the war too. I eventually called him, and we talked and talked and talked. It was the beginning of my relationship with the most egomaniacal male chauvinist I have ever met or known.
Tunji from that day, would pick me at home in the morning and drop me off after work. He was gentlemanly, to an extent. However, he doesn’t take lightly to lateness or sloppiness. He would throw a tantrum if you forgot something you ought to have done or told him about. He loves to argue, and his own side of the argument must always be the winner. He doesn’t smoke, but he could drink down a brewery or distillery. He was a rough, tough and extremely fast driver on the road. He almost triggered a heart attack in me the very first day I was in his car. But, I got used to it, like I got used to many other things. I loved him irrevocably and I told him this the very first day.
‘Oh No!’ I hear you say again – ‘You are too forward’. But, when you have met a guy like Tunji you become hopeless. I am telling YOU!!! You are totally helpless and vulnerable. Moreover, what is the point of denying what you already know you feel? Why play that game of “catch” or “hide and seek”?
Anyway, I was powerless when on the second day he leaned over and planted a deep kiss on my lips. I didn’t expect it. I could feel the air being literally sucked out of my lungs as his lips touched mine. I couldn’t pull away. It felt like my lips were magnetized to his hot, pink ones. He kissed me like I had never been kissed, tenderly yet with the intensity of a hungry dog lapping at fresh, cool water. When he pulled back after what seemed like an eternity, I was glad I was still seated in the car. I was sure I could not have stood upright if I was standing. My knees were weak, and I felt the moistness in my panties. I was warm down there. The warmth that come from having being taken on a fast round trip around the sex-mined highway. As embarrassing as it seemed, I felt good. I felt safe and I felt intensely horny.
The next move was mine. I took his hand, and touched it to my taut nipple. He didn’t have to be told twice before he squeezed. I squealed with delight as he continued to squeeze and massage my boobs alternately. It was crazy, it was madness but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered. I just wanted him; I wanted him inside me chasing away the cobwebs that had gathered there from over 25 years of virginity. I have never been in this position before, but my whole body responded like they had been waiting for this very moment. I found courage where I never thought possible – I was on auto-pilot. All the knobs in this machine that was my body were all being switched on one by one. I stroked his phallus, feeling its length and tautness beneath the woolen trouser materials. On unzipping his fly, I was only momentarily shocked at the size of his manhood. I had not seen many, but it seemed like the biggest in the whole world. Tunji grunted and whistled as I did what seemed only the natural thing to do; I lowered my head, the way I had seen it done many times on television and sucked him, holding down my head as he shot his cum into my mouth.
“Don’t swallow it,” he commanded as he helped wipe my mouth with tissue paper. “You are a piece of work, Lara.”
He didn’t say anymore as he bid me goodnight, waited till I was inside and drove off. That night, for the first time in my life, I touched myself. I have heard girls talk about it in my secondary school, the university and at work. But, I had never thought I would do it. But, I felt the need for sex like never before and did what I had to do to get the feeling out of my system.
“Hey Lara,” it was Yemisi. She was standing by the door into the bank, wearing that look she normally gives me when she wanted to gossip.
“What bit you in the night?”
“What do you mean by that question?” I knew what she meant. But, I was not going to give her the satisfaction of drawing me into a gossip this early in the morning.
“You look like you got Santa Claus in your house,” She stood in front of the door making it impossible for me to walk around her.
“It’s not Christmas,” I stopped to pick up one of the morning papers in hope that she would eventually move and allow me to go through. “Moreover, don’t forget that today is pay day and it is enough reason for the whole world to be bright and shiny.
That seemed to satisfy her and she moved aside, “indeed it is,” She quipped.
Yemisi occupies the cubicle next to mine at the cashier’s counter at the bank. We had both being employed together on the same day and had become friends of a sort. She likes to gossip, and doesn’t mind giving me and earful repertoire of her escapades with the many boys in her life. I don’t mind listening either. Those stories add color and a cheer to my normally boring and uneventful life.
Yemisi is a nice girl, only sometimes too talkative. She let me walk ahead of her through the glass doors into the bank. For the time being, I was out of the firing line of her inquisitive questions. A momentary reprieve I knew won’t last too long.
“So, what happened to you over the last couple of weeks that you are rosier than usual?” This time, the look on her face told me she was not going to give up asking questions until she got some better juice from me. We were seated at the canteen, for our half hour break. I knew I couldn’t escape now unless I gave her something good enough and in the region of her already conjectured suspicions.
“Well, I met a boy.”
“Yaaaaaaaaay!!!” Yemisi’s scream of girlish delight had other heads turning in our direction. “Will you please keep it down,” I screeched at her in low tones through clenched teeth. I hate to draw attention to myself and already there were enquiring eyes trying to figure out what the whole drama was about at our table.
“Who is he? Who is the chap who had you in twists and knots so?” Yemisi drew her chair closer in order to further close the loop of discussion. This way, no one will be so insensitive to want to share a table with two girls so close together in gossip talk.
“He is one of our customers,” I whispered to make sure there was no chance of any stray ears picking it up. One cannot be too sure how far out people pick stuff with primed ears.
“You don’t say?” Yemisi was wagging a finger at me in mock admonishment. “You know the company had severally warned and advised against dating a customer of the bank. It is ‘unsafe, unethical and may potentially result in conflicts of interest’,” she mimicked in the HR’s voice.
We both chuckled, “Yeah right!” We both chuckled again. While it was entirely true, it had not stopped any one of us dating the customers. In any case, how was the bank supposed to track what the staff did in their spare and private time? Yemisi had a somewhat impressive list of the bank’s customers she had dated. She had no scruples whatsoever dating the dashing young men, or not-so-dashing alhajis who walked through the bank’s doors. In so much, as they all treat her well and nicely, she will also be a nice girl in return. It was the way she is and I never judged her for it. Some girls are just the way they are.
“So, this man is the one who has you walking around with a neon sign with the words, ‘I am Happy’, emblazoned on it over your head?”
“What do you mean by that?” I knew exactly what she meant, but it was my hope my show of bravado will discourage her from pursuing that particular line of discussion. But, like everything else about Yemisi, she hardly backs down once she has her teeth in a gossip.
“It is all over you, my dear. You are a walking sign board. You step around like you are walking on eggs and your voice has that fresh, minty timbre to it. The kind you get when someone has you are warm inside.”
We both laughed again. “Well, he is a nice guy and I believe he is the one,” to escape further queries I stole a quick glance at my watch. “We have to head back now. Time is up.”
“You can run, but you can’t hide. We will finish this discussion later.”
As usual, Tunji would be waiting outside. I was in a dilemma how to dismiss Yemisi, who was sure to see and meet Tunji at this rate if I fail to discharge her soon. She had hung around close all evening after the official working hour. As is usual, after the bank closes its doors to the general public at four there is another hour or two of logging all the day’s take-ins and getting appropriate signatures for the figures before they can go home. So, as much as I had tried to get her off my back, Yemisi had stuck really close. She was really honing in for the full gist at the end of the work day. Once in a while,we had a eat-out or drinks after work. But, I had no such inclination today. Not after I had admitted current status to her earlier.
But, Yemisi won’t go away. And so, it was that we both walked out of the bank’s doors at a little past six only to find it was raining outside.
“Chucks! It’s raining like dog’s ears outside and we never had a clue from in there,” Yemisi huffed. “That place is like a catacomb I tell you.”
“It’s you that’s working in a catacomb,” I clicked my fingers over my head the way people are wont to do when they are forbidding a particular unpleasant statement or opinion. “Me, I don’t know which kind of talk is that one. Are you a vampire?”
Yemisi chuckled as she reached into her handbag for a small umbrella that is the quintessential companion of many women. “Yes, I am a vampire and I am going to suck your blood this night. As you can see it is raining, and that means I will most likely be staying with you tonight.”
My heart sank. There was no escaping it now. I should have called Tunji earlier to ask him not to come around today. But, then I couldn’t have known it would be raining by the time I was done, or that I would have Yemisi hanging over my shoulders like a hungry vulture all day.
“Hey, ladies! Who is sucking who?”
As if on cue, Tunji stepped out of the corner of the walkway, where he had been sheltering away from the rain, with a huge umbrella in his hands. He was looking as lovely as ever in a grey tweed jacket worn over a blue Jean. On his feet was a pair of black suede loafers’ shoes, looking as stylish as a prince.
“Someone said something about sucking,” he quickly swallowed the rest of his comments at my sharp look at him. “I was standing over there waiting for you to come out, me and my big umbrella.”
He smiled sheepishly, the kind that made my heart do double and triple summersaults all the time I see it. The smile spread slowly across his face, from one end to the other. It lit it up, charming whoever it was who had the fortune of looking at him at that particular point in time.
I felt a nudge in my arm, I had totally forgotten Yemisi was standing beside me under the stone eaves. She nudged me again, this time harder.
“It’s fine. You are a life-saver at this point,” I pointed at the tiny umbrella Yemisi had fished out of her bag, “You are going to save myself and my colleague here from a drenching.”
“The one who is a vampire and was going to suck you?” He stepped forward and offered his hands for a handshake, “My name is Tunji, Ma’am.” He took her offered hand and gave it a small squeeze before letting it go. I noticed all, even if I pretended like I didn’t.
Tunji was turning on his charm, and it was making me terribly jealous. I couldn’t believe it. That I would be jealous over him, but jealousy is a basic woman instinct, isn’t it?
“I am Yemisi Oduwole, and I am pleased to meet you on a day when I just found out about you,” I punched her in the arm, hard.
“Ouch! What did you do that for?”
“For being a loudmouth,” I retorted. I gave her a stink-eye to be sure she got the message that she had gone too far. Why I was being so overly protective was beyond my comprehension, but by-and-by I believe it was all down to a feminine instinct to spot lurking dangers, especially when their man is confronted by another female. I guessed all females had that – the natural instinct to know when another woman was making a bee-line for their man.
“Come on now, ladies. No boxing matches in the rain. That would not be a bad watch, but again…” once again, a sharp rebuking stare from me put him in check from saying what he was about to say. Tunji was just this way – he is full of all kinds of innuendos and insinuations when he is having fun. I didn’t mind, in the past. But, today was different. It was like all my senses were screaming at me to be on alert.
Could it be because I had heard most of Yemisi’s stories? Was that it? Was I already judging her, and using my knowledge of her escapades, as a basis for monitoring her interactions with Tunji and the attention she was getting back in return? I had never judged her before. Or was it because I knew Tunji, not by his own fault – even if he does very little to dissuade them, has girls falling head over heels for him in only a matter of minutes of meeting them?
I couldn’t be sure, but I only know I was prickly. Maybe unnecessarily so, but it was the way I felt at that moment in time.
He unfurled the umbrella, and we all crowded around him and headed for his black Montero jeep. As we left the bank, I got several pinches on my arm and buttocks from Yemisi. I dared not flinch or reproach her, not with Tunji still there.
I smiled inwardly as we made our way to the car. I had a man, and Yemisi was killing me to hear all the gist. It was going to be a long, rain-soaked night indeed.
It didn’t take too long to drive from Isaac John to Ogba, where I stay. The rain must have had a lot of people penned in their offices, the roads were unnaturally free.
“We are here!” Tunji announced with fanfare. He was already getting out of the car to unfurl the umbrella for them to get under. Out of the car, Yemisi was free to vent.
“Oh Booooooooy! You have got yourself a very fine catch right there,” she clammed up the moment Tunji got to the side door. I stepped out without giving her a reply, then I and Tunji moved to the back door so she could also alight and get under the safety of the umbrella. We stepped gingerly around the rain soaked pavement, hoping no one slips and dips into a pool of water as we made our way like a small cluster of dolphins to my apartment.
“You should come in too. At least till the rain stops or something. At minimum, get a drink and a respite from the driving and all,” Yemisi offered as I opened the door.
“Well, I would love to do that.”
I bit my lower lip, almost drawing blood. Under normal circumstances I would have invited him myself. But, he had never been in my apartment before. Considering it was raining, and the fact that I have had the hots for him for the past couple of weeks – I had dreamed all sorts of dreams about hot, passionate sex with Tunji, I should have been the one inviting him in. But, Yemisi’s presence was a major encumbrance. I felt awkward, having her there on a night like this. To top it all, I only just told her about him this afternoon. I was not used to this situation and didn’t know how to deal with it.
“Of course, you should. It will give you a chance to also get a bit dry and ready to hit the road again.”
“Okay, that’s fine.”
I unlocked the door and we stepped in.
I was somewhat happy to note the look of quiet approval on Tunji’s face as I turned on the light in my apartment. He took in the entire room in one quick, approving glance. His eyes sharp and interested as he took in the feel of the room, its decor and fittings.
LIke I said before, Tunji was like a predator sniffing around for prey. And looking at him as he stood just inside the door, while I and Yemisi stood in the middle of the sitting room made it even more pronounced. In that one glance, he seemed to have acquainted himself well with the layout of the entire room.
My apartment was not big, but it was comfy. I took serious pains to make it so. And even more so the sitting room. I took pride in that sitting room, it was my front to the world that I allow into my private abode. On the floor I had laid a very soft cream colored rug. It caressed your feet if you walked around on it bare footed. I love the sensual feel it gives when it tingles the soles. I had also laid around the room a number of huge throw cushions on which you can sit, or just plain lie down on. There is only one chair, a longish chaise-longue that could sit three if so required. On most nights, I lie down on it to watch movies on my TV, laptop or phone or just to chat away with friends way into the night and early morn. And hung all around the wall are several framed pictures, mostly of me and my friends in school and at work.
There is also a huge painting of Marcus Garvey, a gift from a very old friend with whom I had once shared creative dreams. Those were long heady days of youthful dreams and aspirations. The furnishing of my sitting room is completed by a forty-two inch LED screen hung on the wall, complete with the home theater system which gave me a mini-cinema feel whenever I watched my horror movies.
Yes, I watch mostly horror movies. The more gruesome the better, and I enjoy watching them alone. It was a quirkiness that had been developed from childhood. I never had any liking for the mushy lovey-dovey stuff other girls liked.
I am a ‘thrill and shrill’ kind of girl. I do my shrieking all alone in the comfort of my living room.
So, I was happy he liked how I set up my room. Although, I was not so sure he would have loved the way my bedroom look. I was lucky I live more in my bedroom, all my stuff are kept away from the sitting room and on days like these, from prying eyes of visitors.
“You should make yourself comfortable,” I gestured towards the chaise-longue,”can I get you anything?”
“A cup of hot choco drink would be nice,” Tunji responded.
I tugged Yemisi’s arm and almost practically dragged her with me into the kitchen, where she immediately began to ask me questions as soon as the door was shut behind us.
“Baaaaaabe! Is that guy married? If he is not, you have to hook him before someone else does o,” she pinched my arm. She can be overly over-dramatic especially where men are concerned.
I didn’t answer her, simply because I had no answer. It struck me weirdly that I didn’t know if Tunji was married or not. I have never asked him, and he had never ventured to clarify his relationship status. It came to me as a rude shock that, while I had now become besotted with Tunji, willing to even start to claim him as ‘The One’, he might actually be bethrothed to someone else.
It is not entirely strange how come I didn’t know the basic answer to this basic question. Sure, I have checked his fingers, and Yes, there was no wedding band on it. However, it is not a guarantee. Guys nowadays go around not wearing their wedding bands. Moreover, how many of us girls go about asking a guy if he is married or not after only a few weeks of knowing them?
So, instead of answering Yemisi’s question I turned my back on her to hide my confusion and went about getting the hot choco made.
“Nike, have you fucked this guy?”
I whirled around in shock, spilling choco all over the counter table. “Ahn ahn, Yemisi!”
“Look, if na me I go don fuck dis guy die,” she made a clucking sound with her lips.
“Oya, e don do,” I put the choco powder and mug in the tray, “Let’s go.” I was in a hurry to be back in the living room and out of the line of fire of Yemisi’s ‘no-holds-barred’ questions.
Tunji was nowhere to be found when we returned. My heart did a double skip on the thought he might have wandered into my bedroom. However, my fear was unfounded because in no time, he opened the front door and was back with a small bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his hand, “nothing better than to have Jackie with you on a rainy day,” he declared cheerily as he lofted the bottle in the air. He removed his loafers, placed it by the door then opened the bottle and took a swig.
I mixed his drink, and watched him dash another swig into the drink. He sat down on the chaise-longue while I stood and Yemisi sat on one of the pillows.
“It’s raining harder out there. Doesn’t look like the rain will abate any time soon,” he said. I walked to the window to peer outside and truth to his words, the rain was in full force. I looked at the wall clock and noted it was hitting almost eight. Hopefully, it won’t rain for much longer.
He lifted the cup, and just as he was about to take his first sip the light went off.
“Fuck! I burned my tongue!” Tunji squeaked.
“Damn you NEPA!” I swore under my breath.
“Nobody move,” I warned. “Let me fetch the torch.”
I searched in my bag and had the torch out.
“Where is your generator?” Tunji asked.
“In the back,” I wasn’t too keen going out in the rain to start the generator. For one, it took a bit of energy to start up. Moreover, I would rather just curl up in bed rather than go out there in the rain.
“Let’s go,” Tunji offered and he was on his feet before I could protest or decline his offer. I led hin through the kitchen to the yard. In the semi-darkness and under the pouring rain, he struggled for a couple of minutes with the generator before he got it started. The fact I had an umbrella didn’t help much, because he was dripping by the time we were back in the kitchen.
“Oh my! I am so sorry. You look like a wet puppy,” I struggled to hold my laugh. He did look like a wet puppy, the shirth stuck to his body outlining his broad shoulders and chiseled body. In my head, wild thoughts were already forming as I looked at him under the naked bulb in the kitchen.
“Anything for my babe, ” he grinned.
“You will have to pull that so I can dry it for you.”
He grinned again, unbuttoning the shirt and handing me the wet shirt and white undershirt. “This means, I will be walking around practically naked while you have that dried. I hope I will be safe with you both looking me over all the time?”
I rewarded him with a glare as I pushed him into the sitting room where I had my ironing table. Yemisi had already switched on the TV and was watching my half finished Beowulf Movie. While she and Tunji watched the movie and shared the Jack Daniel, I ironed.
Done, I handed the shirts over to him and joined in the drinking. In no time, we were through the bottle and I brought one more from the kitchen. We were feeling good watching the movie and drinking and making jokes.
“Why don’t we watch a movie, it doesn’t look like the rain will stop soon.”
I cast my eyes on Yemisi, it was already late as it is at past eight. We try to watch a movie and that would be stretching into ten-ish.
“Common! Don’t be a wuss!”
I must admit, I was enjoying his company also and it was a while I had a male companion around my house wearing nothing on top. And he on his part felt so comfortable, slugging at his drink and keeping the jokes coming. Yemisi had laughed the loudest at some of them, a number of which I found lewd. But, I wasn’t going to complain. I liked them too sort of.
I got up, picked up one of the cases where I had stuffed a number of CDs and selected one. I slid it in into the player, sat down and got ready to settle in for one of my ‘shrill and thrill’ movies.
“I hope you guys will be able to watch this,” I warned severely in my most serious and goofy voice. “This is not your ordinary kind of movie, guys.”
I switched off the lights, noting in the semi-darkness as I went back to sit the half grin on Tunji’s face. On my way back, I felt his hand tug mine and pull him down beside him on the couch.
“There is nothing we cannot handle,” he drawled.
“Abi o!” Yemisi quipped.
“You guys have no idea. Be ready to scream.”
He pulled me closer to him, I could feel the warmth of his naked body burning through the fabric of my chiffon top. All of a sudden, the burning desire I had nurtured for him came flooding back. My body was suddenly on fire, the heat consuming my whole being from toe to the strands of hair on my head, the tufts around my vagina and even those in my nose bristled. I closed my eyes for a moment, taking in the scent of him, the faint aroma of his Sure Men roll on and the whiff of alcohol from his breath as he murmured, “I will be here to protect you from the monsters babe.”
I couldn’t afford to open my eyes just yet, so I kept them closed and nestled closer. It was comforting to be this close to him, feeling him and hearing the gentle thump of his heaving chest.
It was his sharp intake of breath that prompted me to open my eyes, and cut short my trip into the dreamland resting my head on his chest was already sending me to. Yemisi, involuntarily had also gripped the arm of the chaise-longue.
My eyes picked up the object of their reactions first, before my ears got the same message through the sound system around the room. On my big screen was a dude, who was hammering away at a chi bent over his office desk.
You can imagine the alarm on my face. Where did that come from?
“Oh My God! I am terribly sorry. This must be a mistake.”
I stood up and was yanked back on the chair, “where do you think you are going?” Tunji’s voice was tinged with mild mockery.
“Does this offend you, Yemisi?” he asked.
“Not at all, as a matter of fact I didn’t know this was what Nike had in mind. But, this is fuuuuuuun!”
“This was not what I had in mind,” I protested. All the time, my eyes were glued to the scream watching that dude thump away at the girl from the back. He was strong, his arms thick, holding down the girl while he rammed her savagely. It was raw, it was rough but it was sex like I had never seen it before. All my sensors were flashing red all over again. I could feel goose bumps spreading all over my arms and legs, this was really happening. Worse was, I had no idea how it had come about. But, all of that was secondary compared to the way I felt, the way my body was responding to the action on the TV.
My head felt like it was wrapped in cotton wools, I was not dizzy yet I was not entirely sure I was thinking straight. Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol or the scene from the TV. I couldn’t tell, and in my current state of mind, I am not sure I could have cared much. I felt his hands sneak around my waist and draw me closer to him. I couldn’t draw away from him. Not with those two on the TV doing bad things that bring so much pleasure.
I didn’t even want to. It felt like the only natural thing to do, snuggle close and forget the world around you. He pulled me closer to him, now the smell of the whiskey was very strong. I could felt his every breath; his face was inches from mine. Then slowly, he parted my lips with his tongue. He burrowed in, following the tongue with his lips. It was a deep passionate kiss, one that made my head swim and my senses all scrambled. In that moment, nothing else mattered. I clung on to him, and my lips clinched on to his; I tasted him, all of him – whiskey and all.
His hands slipped under my blouse and played with my nipples under my bra. I couldn’t help myself as a moan escaped my lips.
Shit! I have forgotten Yemisi was there. And she was looking at me with pain in her eyes. I had never seen so much pain in someone’s eyes before. Her eyes were accusing me of treachery and betrayal.
“You guys! You are having all the fun”
My brain processed the words slowly, like I was hearing something from a distant and far away place.
It was hanging in there in my mind like pieces of wet clothe gathering dust. I couldn’t think about what it meant, and I couldn’t even be sure I heard it right. Then, it struck me as weird that I was amused at the possibility I had heard it. If I had heard those words, then it must be that Yemisi being the other person in the room will be in.
The thought of it, as irrational at it might have been didn’t occur to me. I only was thinking about all those stories I have heard from my friends in school and from work. I could only think about Yemisi and all those crazy things she told me she had done. I felt my belly begin to well up with heat. I could have a story also of my own to tell. This could be my moment to shed the toga of being the “prim and proper” one. I will have a genuine story of a crazy escapade to tell too.
If we were going to do this, I better get going before my sense of rational reasoning pops in and make me stop. In every girl’s life, there comes that time they build fantasies and dreams of things that they would love to do or to have done. Even though I was late in the game, I could also say I did this, once.
Tunji was my Adonis, but he was also the one who had broken down all of my defenses.
I was unaware of what I was doing, but I didn’t think it bad when I beckoned at her to shed her clothes.
I was already doing the same – my last barrier against the world going down in a fluttery swirl around my ankles.