He stares at the nude body on the bed. He paces around the room, comes back to the bed and shakes her vigorously. She remains still. He checks her pulse the fifth time…nothing.
He had trained as a nurse and worked as one for two years in Canada before returning to Nigeria. So he has enough experience to know such things…yet he lives in self denial as he checks again and again.
Gawd!
Not this tortuous path again! How will he survive this? What’ll he tell her people! What started with joy has turned to grief for him. He looks at the beautiful woman lying on the bed.
Less than an hour ago, the adrenaline was pumping in his system and his whatchamacallit was lunging in and out of her cave of wonder. But now, it is hanging shamefacedly down, having done overtime.
Why does it become rebellious at the time it needs to get under control? Why does a man find it almost impossible to rein in passion before it crosses the rubicon?
What’s in a woman’s love zone that infects a man who strays in there with temporary madness? He looks around the sparsely furnished room and shakes his head vigorously…if only this cobweb will clear so he can think clearly! How is he going to get out of this mess? Can he be lucky a second time?
He picks the wet towel once again and mops her forehead, willing her to squeak in protestation, as usual. But not now, not anymore, it would appear. He could smear her makeup forever now. It’s of no use to her.
Beads of sweat appear on his face, then he feels hot all over. The air conditioner is still purring out cool air but the room is getting hotter, almost getting to boiling point. He moves to the edge of the bed and faces the air conditioner. This is the second time he’s faced with such unpleasant fate. The first time was about nine years ago.
He was a student in the university. He had joined some friends to attend a Halloween party in a hotel in town. He wore a pink teddy mask which made him look effeminate. What the heck, no one could recognise the other. It was sheer fun. Then he noticed a petite figure in an identical mask. They somehow gravitated towards each other and started chatting.
They took to each other pretty fast, behaving as if they got there together. After about an hour of tomfoolery, they stepped out of the club room to the parking lot. It was a dark night.
The club’s generator roared like a giant corn milling machine. They walked to the back of the car park. It was deserted. Among the many vehicles there was an old open-back truck.
He pulled his companion towards it. “What’s your name,” he whispered. “Nechi,” she giggled in a tiny voice. “Nechi…what does that mean? Haven’t heard that name before,” he said, pushing her against the tail board of the truck. “Never mind,” she giggled again, swaying. She obviously was high on an unhealthy dose of some cheap wine.
“Who brought you to this party,” he asked, himself not better. “I came with friends. We’re catching fun tonight,” she said. “I want to see your face,” he said. “No!” She said shyly.
She stiffened and relaxed and he took that to mean yes. He drew her to his chest and hugged her. He unzipped her dress and it dropped to her feet. It was dark, so he saw very little.
He fumbled with her brassiere straps for a moment while she giggled. Her girls were grown… rather big for her petite frame. He rubbed them and she shivered. “Are you cold?”
He asked. Ye…yes…” She stammered. It was a cold night but he was getting hot. The heat between his legs would bust his fly if not let out. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped, pulled down everything in one swift motion and his man unfurled. If only he had stopped…but he didn’t.
Until now, he was very shy with women. The times he had had intimate dealings with women had been more of ‘wang, bang, thank you’…more of stolen ones with older women.
They commended his size and strength though and kept wanting him back but he usually backed out after a few trysts. He hadn’t summoned up the nerve to toast a girl. So he had no regular girlfriend. He didn’t know where the confidence came from that night.
Maybe the drink and the fact that they couldn’t see each other’s face gave him the impetus. For the first time, he felt a young flesh and it made him giddy with lust. “What do you want to do?” Nechi asked, her voice shivering. “I want to do it,” he whispered into her ears, hugging her so tight.
She was drunk, no doubt, he didn’t fare better. “Please don’t say no,” he pleaded. “It’s big,” she whispered dreamily. “I’ll try not to hurt you,” he replied through gritted teeth. Her firm tits rubbing against his chest sent his thinking faculty on a downward journey. “Okay, just a little…” She said, swaying. “Yes, just a little…how old are you?”
He asked as he ripped off her panties, lifted her and sat her gently on the edge of the open truck. “I’ll be 25 next month,” she slurred. “Wow, I’ll be 28 next month. But you look so young,” he said, pushing himself into her gradually.
She takes a quick breath as he tried to slide into her cave. Gently, he laid her on her back in the truck, pulled her derrière towards him and slammed into her slippery wet cave.
“Arrrrrrrrrrgh,” he exclaimed as his body shook in excitement. “Oh, you’re too big. Oh… oh…gently,” she cooed. He didn’t know whether she was complaining or commending him. Her derriere slapped against his v-zone as he slammed into her, going deeper with each thrust. He was past caring anyway. For the first time, he wasn’t being told what to do. He went at his own pace. Then, she started blabbering and shaking.
He couldn’t make out what she was saying over the din of generator noise. Suddenly, a force greater than him took hold of him and he exploded, a kaleidoscope of colour blinding him momentarily.
Nechi twitched and twitched until she laid still. He staggered off her after depositing his load of cum in her. He was shivering and had to steady himself for a moment before pulling up his gear.
He never believed passion could be so powerful. “Nechi, you were something else. Never knew there’s something like this before now,” he said, trying to help her sit up. But something just didn’t feel right…
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You are right dear readers. We have embarked on another journey together. Let’s keep a date here every Sunday to know how long this exciting journey will take us.
