Home alone episode 9
Home alone episode 9
Continues from the last episode.
I quickly entered in,side the bathroom after giving my phone to my younger brother who took it and ran away happily.
After taking my bath, I came out, applied a little cream on my body and wore a light a cloth, by then breakfasts have already been served by my mother so I just joined them.
We ate our breakfasts of bread, fried eggs and tea in silent. After the breakfasts, my brother cleared the plates while I ran to my bedroom to catch some sleep.
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~~~~~~ FAST FORWARD~~~~~
Time check: 3:50pm
I was wearing my cool Sunday outfit with my sunglasses on. I took out my sneakers and was busy cleaning it when my mother came in,side the room.
Mum: ahh, this one you are dressed like this where are you going to?
Me: I wanna visit my aunty, she said I should come to her house today.
Mum: *inquisitive* she?
Me: yes mum, she wanted to talk to me about my performance in class.
Mum: and who is this female teacher if I may ask?
Me: her name is Mrs Fatima.
Mum: *relaxed* oh you mean your mathematics teacher?
Me: yes ma.
Mum: alright, hope you have enough money to transport yourself to and fro?
Me: yes ma.
Mum: good, incase you come back and didn’t see me, then know I am at shop.
She said and left for shop. I got outside and saw Samuel my guy sitting down on a bench.
Me: baba I don dey go o.
Samuel: alright bye and goodluck.
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I took a bus to her house, thank God the direction she gave to me was not that far and I am familiar with her place.
On my way going, I decided to log in my whatsapp to check if I had any messages and to while away time. Immediately I logged in, different messages started to flood in.
The one that caught my attention was the one I got from omolola. Here is a little recap about how me and omolola met via whatsapp two weeks ago.
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TWO WEEKS AGO.
I was in a group chat, the group name was “MATURED BOYS N GIRLS HANG OUT +18” we were discussing about the recent p–n video that just came out when I saw a message from an unknown girl.
Unknown girl: hi rummies!!
I quickly replied her.
Me: hi was xup. My name is Idris can I know you?
Unknown girl: I am omolala, a worker in shell company in port Harcourt.
The world shell and port Harcourt got my attention. If she’s is working in shell company, it means that she is obviously rich and since she is in port Harcourt, then getting to know her will be of great advantage to me. If possible, dating her will be the best because these shell workers are obviously millionaires.
Me: can I add you privately please?
Omolola: yes you can.
I added her privately and hence forth, we started to chat like friends. I got to know a lot about her, that she is 36 years old, a single mum and so on and so forth.
She also knew a lot about me too, she knew I was seventeen, living in Bori camp, am a student and lots more.
Few days, she made her intention towards me of me being her sugar boy, at first I said no to her because I was afraid.
She requested for my account number which I gave her without thinking, she then ask if mum or dad do receive alert when money is being added or deducted from my account.
I told her no that I was the only one that do receive alerts when money is added or removed from my account, ten minutes after my reply, she has transfer the sum of twenty thousand naira to my account.
Without thinking twice, I agreed to be her sugar boy, though it will be online for now. We have also been sharing pic, nude pics. She’s so amaze by the size of the beast that sometimes she do wish I can come over for a f–k but my constant reply had always been no.
~~~~~~~ BACK TO THE PRESENT
omolola: hi handsome, today am celebrating my birthday o. I just wished you could come.
Me: *replied* wow, happy birthday honey pie.
Omolola: *replied* thanks sweetheart. Where are you now?
Me: am on a cab going to GRA.
Omolola: wait, are you for real?
Me: yes.
Omolola: alone or with someone?
Me: alone!!
Omolola: please dear, can’t you visit me, I do stay at GRA too.
Me: wow, alright send me your address.
Omolola: thanks dearie, you’re the best. Expecting you!!
She said and sent me her address. I smiled, that means after visiting Mrs Fatima I will also pay her a visit.
Men!! today will be great.
I got down from the cab and with a smile on my face, these GRA self, its too beautiful. Everywhere is neat and kept tidy.
Me: Wait a minute, how can a teacher afford to live in such a costly place like this?
I asked myself as I called Mrs Fatima, telling her that place the cab dropped me. She said I should wait there a little while which I did.
Voice: Idris!!!!!
I heard my name from my back and I turned around. I was surprise as I saw her standing in front of a gate few meters away from me.
Without wasting anytime, I walk up to her and she surprised me by giving me a tight hug. d–n, did she wear any b-ra? I mentally asked myself as I felt her large b-obs pressed hærd against me.
Me: good morning ma.
I greeted out as my voice came back. She was wearing a light short gown that did nothing in hiding her figure eight shape.
Mrs fatima: just call me fatima. We are not in the school premises so drop everything concerning me being our teacher outside before entering in,side my house.
I smiled to myself. No blame me, you guys have watched lot of nigerian movies, especially those s€× movies, that is how it always begin. When she tells you not to call her Ma but refer to her by her name, I kinda like where this is going to but wait, what if her husband is in,side?
Me: alright fatima.
I said answer she smiled. She held my hand and we both walked in,side her house. The compound was kept neat and tidy with about three cars parked at the corner.
Summoning all courage within me, I asked the number one question that has been bothering me all these while.
Me: is your husband in,side?
She turned and looked at me before opening the door and ushering me in,side the house. As expected, the house was tidy and kept clean, very clean with nice fragrance all over.
Fatima: he is does not stay here in Nigeria, he is into car importation and computers in China.
Me: wow, so they import car and computers from China down to Nigeria?
Fatima: correct.
No wonder, these woman is swimming in money. That explains why she can afford an apartment here in GRA, have three cars and I guess her bank account must be GBAGAM (according to P-square)
fatima: have a seat.
She said and I sat down at one of the sofa facing the tv. The remote was by myside so I took and tuned it over to MY TV TOONS (don’t blame me, even at this age I still love cartoons, that is after HD p–n videos).
She entered in,side one of her rooms and came back with a tray of fried chicken and one chilled cartoon of hollandia yogurt.
She kept on a stool and brought it at my front and the aroma was enough to remove all shyness in my body.
Fatima: don’t tell me you still watch cartoon at this age?
She asked and my cheeks turn red.
Fatima: well that makes us even, I do love toons too.
I smiled.
Fatima: won’t you eat?
She said and I looked down at the plate, like someone as if I forgot. She knew I was shy somehow and added.
Fatima: or you won’t me to feed you?
D–n, I don’t know if she mean it or not but I rather start eating before she will harbour any idea of feeding me.
Me: *chewing a chunk of meat* wow, very delicious . Never knew you are a great cook.
Fatima: *blush* thank you.
She also took one of the meat and started eating. She poured the yogurt into tow class cups and gave me one while she took one.
Me: where are the kids?
I asked her noticing I haven’t seen aya child since I came here.
Fatima: I don’t have any. My husband is barely at home so when do we have any chance of making babies.
I could feel the pain in her voice and knew she was s€× starved.
Me: sorry!
Fatima: no problem.
We continued watching the toon together and I was hoping she start discussing what brought me here when she surprised me. she placed her head on my shoulder and it was then I knew that she is very close to me. I can’t help but stare at those s€×y big laps.
D–n, the beast is waking up…
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Tbc