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Episode 9

I got home faster than flash. I met Sandra
sitting on a chair in front of my neighbor’s
kitchen. I was glad to see her, it’s been just 4
days or so but it felt like I hadn’t seen her in a
million years. We went inside and hugged, then
she gave me juice and some apples she brought for
me. We talked about the past few days that we
didn’t see each other.

She told me about how her ex (fiance actually)
was trying to come back into her life and how she
was doing everything possible to turn him down.
Secretly, I hoped she wasn’t turning him down
for my sake, because I was almost certain that
what we had wouldn’t lead to marriage. I was
far from marriage but I couldn’t tell her that
because I didn’t want to hurt her and moreover,
that might cost me the coochie!.

But I did like her though, and she meant more
than $ex to me. Swear down.
I told her that she was right to have rejected
him. Sometimes you have to lie to comfort the
ones you care about. I bought two tubers of yam
from the market as well as some items to prepare
yam and egg-stew. She offered to cook it, I
refused but she still insisted. To settle it, I
decided to make it a duo: I let her be the head
cook while I assisted her. We were cooking,
jisting and watching a movie at the same d–n
time! Lol. The title of the movie was “Friday”
starring Chris Tucker and ice cube.

It was a 90’s black comedy heavily influenced by
hip-hop. Best movie ever!!. This moment was
good… Days of our lives. After we finished
cooking, we ate and then started playing video
games. One of the most amazing things about
Sandra was that she was really open with me, she
tells me everything including her private life.
That earned her some trust from me because
naturally, I don’t trust Nigerian girls. Lol.

Sometime around 4 p:m, Sandra said she wanted
to take her bath and then head back home, said
she needed to go and check on her mum. My heart
literally sank. Omoh, na so I take miss again
today?!., Well, next time still dey sha. I
continued playing my video game with heavy rap
songs blasting through my speakers.

Sandra came out of the bathroom tying one of my
towels. Her @as and bo’obs were bouncing
underneath. D–n! This girl na fire!. Then she
sat on the bed, started rubbing lotion on her skin
while browsing the internet with her phone (This
girls spends 99% of her time on her phone)
Probably chatting with her multiple admirers on
Facebook and co, but who cares? They had her
online, I had her in my room with nothing but my
towel on. I’m winning I guess, but I still hadn’t
scored yet.

I paid her little attention and continued playing
my video game.

Around 10 minutes later, I noticed that she was
still on towel, browsing with her phone. Na wa
oh, no be this girl wey talk say she dey hurry to
go check her sick mum for house?. Naija girls sef,
you can never understand them. I looked at her
legs, d–n! the towel was way too small for her
fat @ss. I could see bare thighs: sexy as ever.
Then she dropped the towel from her chest and
started rubbing the lotion on her bo’obs. Omoh
she succulent bo’obs, this girl wan raise my blood
pressure sha. Our eyes met, she was trying hard to
conceal a laugh. I dropped my game console and
started crawling slowly to the bed, towards her.
She grabbed the towel back to her chest, laughing
mischievously.

I got close to her, she was trying to protect her
goodies with her hands as best as she could.
She sat in an L position: legs on the bed, back on
the wall. I lay flat on my stomach just beside
her, one hand rubbing her thighs and sweet-
talking to her. D–n! Her skin was smooth as
butter and she smelt good too.

I started kissing on one of her thighs and still
rubbing the other with my palm. I would kiss her
from down her knee then move up: towards her
coochie region. But, she would hold my, laughing,
begging me to stop. All na wash Jare. I would
have stopped if I could, but I just couldn’t. Lol.
She said:

“Corper, please stop na, I need to go home now.”

Sandra always called me “Corper” and I always
told her that it made me feel casual to her. All
my efforts didn’t change that, so I was gradually
adapting to it. Anyway, none of that mattered
now … I don’t care if called if she called me
anything: corper, papa, or even ‘tata’. I just
wanted to make love to her, right now, if she
would let me. I replied her:

“I know. I just wanna appreciate you for
everything”

“We still have a lots of time. I’m not traveling
out of the country”

Omoh, time no dey oh. I no dey trust naija babes
too much, cuz she fit actually travel out. Dey
there na.

We laughed. Omoh, as I dey laugh i use style rest
my head on top her soft laps close to her coochie.
I could smell the sweet scent of her coochie. Oh
lawd!, Sweet scent of sin.

D–n! I’d love to lick and hit that, and planned
to do it like I owed her. This would be special.
And yes, I did owe her: for all the care, soul and
companionship she gave to me. I don’t really
believe in debts and payments when it comes to
relationships. But then again, one way or the
other, we all pay (sacrifice) in relationships. I
owed Sandra a good round of ‘sexvice’ and I was
dying to pay.

* back to the matter at hand*

I started kissing and licking different places on
her thighs. I was doing it like I was actually
licking her coochie. Lick and kiss, different spots.
I am a professor at this art but I did it episode
extra-professionally cuz I wanted to send a
message to her: that I wanted to eat her coochie
and that I was a super-man at it.

Sandra was getting the message, I knew so cuz
her little resistance was beginning to fade. At a
point, she just gave me freedom, no resistance
whatsoever. Hoo-hoo!. Hard works pays!. Sandra
was still operating her phone but I knew deep
down that her mind was in my art, she was
anticipating about what I was gonna do next..

To be continued

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