Episode 4
She got on her knees, wrapping her fingers around my mamba, putting into her mouth and s*****g desperately on it. A groan escaped my lips as my fingers entwined in her wet hair. The shower was still running as she bobbed up and down my mamba for a few minutes, trying to take me in and out of her throat. She then stood, took off her top and pulled me out of the shower into the room.
**:-X Chai, this babe badt o :-X**
She dragged me into the room and laid down on the rug, opening her legs, wanting me in her. I smiled at her, and got on the rug with her.
But instead of getting in her like she wanted, I took my time, licking her lips and sliding my tongue in her. I guess I hit the spot ‘cos she squealed loudly, pinching one of her n*****s while she laid her other hand on my head. She was squirming all around. I was unrelenting. I swirled my tongue in her, bobbing my head on her then blushed my tongue back and forth on her c**t. She was m*****g and screaming ‘chiiiiiineke! mummy! mummyoooooo!! Ekweremaduoooooo’
**:o babe calm down na :o**.
After some minutes she began wiggling and jerking as her juice were flowing down her a*s.
I pulled my tongue out of her and rolled her over. She groaned and raised her a*s, waiting for my throbbing engorged mamba. I quickly took my condom under my bed and wore it. She screamed when I thrust my mamba in her. Her ‘cunnies’ felt so tight in my mamba. I went gradually and slowly gained momentum, taking total control of her. She was m*****g seriously as I continuously slammed my hips into her, taking her hard, slamming my mamba into her.
After several minutes she started quivering and screaming as wave after wave of orgasm overtook her. **Chai, this babe na screamer.** Her body had not yet stopped shaking when I reached my point of no return. Spurt after spurt of c*um bust through me. My knees almost buckled as the orgasm weakened my body, and we both lay on the rug.
After washing off in the bathroom, we both lay on the bed. ‘You’re one hell of a super, are all Calabar boyz like you?, she asked looking into my eyes.’ **Smiles** ‘I’ve heard so much about Calabar boyz, but this is my first experience. I love you so much dioxidane’. ‘Ohh babbyy, same here’, I replied. We lay spooning for several minutes. I was fondling and teasing her b***s while she was toying with my mamba. Before long, my mamba was called to action once again and we straffed twice before we slept.
That week I went for CDS meeting and among the agenda for discussion that day was the welcoming of new corp members into the CDS group. **’Omo see fine chicks for my CDS o.’** I decided to act cool initially, ‘make dem no go talk say I too dey forward’.
I noticed one of the chicks in particular. I later found out her name was Anthonia. She was slim, light in complexion and heavily busted. Till date I still wonder the kind of inter-molecular force that attracts me to heavily busted ladies.
I wore my transparent shade that enabled me look at people without them knowing I was looking at them. I was concentrating my gaze on Anthonia and I caught her stealing glances at me. In my mind, ‘na me and you today’.
There was an issue in which some articles in a magazine to be distributed to students were filled with grammatical errors (I wonder who typed and edited it). The President of the group needed two persons to edit the articles. I saw her raise her hand, and I quickly raised my hand so that I would be paired with her. I was not fast enough, another guy raised his hand before I did. **Sharp guy** The President was about pairing the guy with Anthonia when I told him I was a writer **Omo see me dey form writer o**, and he decided that since I was already in that field, I should do the work.
After the CDS meeting, I met Anthonia and told her we should start editing the articles immediately. She said she going to make her hair, that we would meet later in the evening. I said, ‘no problem’. We exchanged contacts and she said we would meet later in the evening.
I was browsing on my phone around 5pm that same day when she called.
Me: Hello…
She: Dioxidane, it’s me Anthonia…
Me: I know… How’s your day going?
She: Fine… Where are you now?
Me: I’m in my house…
She: Where do you stay?
Me: Around Kofar Kaura layout…
She: Can I come over so that we would edit the articles today?
Me: Is it not late? Can’t it wait till tomorrow?
She: We are supposed to send it to the printer very early tomorrow. Or are you planning on going out?
Me: Naa, not really…
She: Can I come over now?
Me: Ok, no probs…
And then I gave her the exact description of my house…
In about 10mins she called and told me that she was at the front of my gate. I so loved that compound! We were only 3 tenants – a man and his family who came during the weekends and a banker who was rarely at home – so the compound was kinda quiet and secluded (my kind of place). No one goes in or out without my notice or permission.
So I put on a polo top and a combat short and I went to the gate to usher her in. She was putting on just a black mini skirt, a red sleeveless top and very light make up.
You know that weird look the NYSC attire give some persons, especially ladies? Well, she wasn’t having that look that evening. I was like ‘Wow!:o You are looking so different from what I saw in the morning and your hair looks lovely.’ ‘Hmm, thanks’, she replied.
When she got to my room, she was like ‘OMG, you living large o, and you are forming corper’. ‘Ah an, am I not a corper? Abeg manage my bed, I don’t have chairs o’. She said, ‘You are flexing jor… I wonder how many babes you would have sampled here.’ I was like, ‘huh!!!:o Sample ke??? In fact you are the first babe to come here o…’ ‘Story for the gods… Abeg bring the magazine let’s do what I came here for jare’.
Before I brought the magazine, I brought bananas from my fridge and offered it to her. When I brought the magazine, I noticed she was still stealing glances at me just like she did that morning. I pretended not to notice, but in my mind **that thing wey you dey find you go collect today**. And so we began working on the articles.
When we were almost done, she asked if I studied English and I told her no. I told her I studied Chemistry but I just had the flair for reading and writing and she said it was cool.
We completed editing the articles and we continued gisting. I asked her where she came from and she told me she was from Benue but her mum was from Kaduna. She asked where I came from and I told her I was from Akwa-Ibom. ‘Hmmm, calabar boy’, she said.
Me: What, you don’t like them?
She: I didn’t say so o… But you don’t have their accent na… If you didn’t say you were from there, no one would know…
Me: Yeah, perhaps because I didn’t grow up there and my mum’s from Delta state, so I’m kinda multilingual…
She: You speak both languages?
Me: Yes…
She: Wow, that’s cool… But calabar blood still flows in you na…
Me: Before nko…
She: Calabar boyz bad sha…
Me: Bad as how na…
She: Stop pretending jor, you know what I mean…
Me: I don’t know na, tell me…
She: Don’t worry…
The conversation continued and then we exchanged lots of information and we talked like we’ve known each other for long. She told me she had a boyfriend who works in Kano.
One topic led to other and we started talking about relationship and s*x. I told her about how I heard Benue men usually offer their wives as a form of hospitality when their friends visited. She laughed and said it was a myth.
Anthonia was a very free spirited person, not shy at all to talk about any topic, and I liked that about girls. We talked further and she told me more boldly that in a relationship, s*x was an important aspect and that some men are so bothered about themselves and don’t even know what a female wants and how to handle them… **:o Ukandu :o**
Me: Ah an… Your boyfriend no dey handle you well ni?
She: It’s not that… I’m speaking on a general note…
Me: Oh… Ok o…
By then seeing such a beautiful girl and hearing her talk about s*x has already started sending some brain wave signals to mamba.
She asked if I had a girlfriend, and I told her she wasn’t in Katsina. I was operating my laptop and she saw a movie she said she had always wanted to watch and she begged me to play it. We both sat on the bed watching it and she was giggling and laughing at some funny scenes.
After some time, she rested her head on my shoulder. I placed my hands across her so that she could be comfortable and we continued watching the movie. Before I knew what was happening, my hand developed a mind of it’s own. My hand started teasing her shoulder playfully. I was expecting some resistance. **No resistance**.
My hand got bolder and went down towards the side of her b***s, teasing her slowly. I noticed she began to have goose pimples on her skin. She sat up and looked at me. ‘What are you doing??’, she asked in a shaky voice.
Me:**Shiiit!! She don catch me!!** Uhmm, nothing, just flexing my fingers…
She: I have a boyfriend…
Me:**Wetin u kon dey find for my house by dis time???** Yeah you said so, I’m sorry… You know what, let’s just continue the movie…
We continued watching the movie and after a while she rested her head on my shoulder again. **this babe dey find mamba trouble o** My hand took over and activated ‘teasing mode’. My hands got bolder and began teasing around her big b***s. The goose pimples were now obvious even in the dim light. I was expecting some resistance; and I got it. She was saying, ‘dioxidane storrrrrp. Pleeeeassse sttorrrp’. In my brain it was translated as ‘pleeassseee don’t ssttooorrrrp. Contiiiinuuueeee’. And since that was what my brain told me to do, I continued. Since I obviously didn’t get any more resistance, I started smooching her b***s gently through her top. **still no resistance???** **8)Straffing mode activated 8)**
I was teaching Salim at the back of the house one evening when we heard the driver drive in.
Salim: It’s like my sister is back…
Me: Really? I didn’t know she was coming back today…
Salim: She called this morning that she was going to come back today…
Me: Hmm… Ok, let’s continue… **Na wa o, so my amariya didn’t tell me she was coming back**
While at Kaduna, Zainab called often and we usually spoke at length on various issues. She was really an intelligent girl. But I wondered why she didn’t tell me she was coming back that day.
After the lessons that day I was trying to hang around if I would see Zainab. For where? I no see the babe o. I was tired of waiting so I left.
I got home and was preparing dinner (yeah I cook) when I got a call from Zainab.
Me: Hello… **angrily**
Zainab: Good evening…
Me: How are you?
Zainab: I’m fine… You?
Me: I’m ok… Where are you?
Zainab: I’m home…
Me: Home where?
Zainab: KT…
Me: So you came back and you didn’t want to see me, right?
Zainab: I’m sorry, I was with my mum and I didn’t want her to see me with you…
Me: Why???
Zainab: Please just come online and I would explain everything to you.
Me: Ok…
She came online and we continued our discussion. She told me she liked me but (but wetin na???) she was already betrothed and according to their culture, she couldn’t be seen publicly talking to another man. **Huh!! Seriouslyy???**
Me: But your house is not public na…
Zainab: If my mum see us talking she would start thinking something is going on between us…
Me: And nothing is going on?
Zainab: Is there?
Me: Zee, I really care a lot about you. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. Hearing your voice alone soothes and refreshes me bla bla bla… I want you to be mine and mine only and bla bla bla…
Zainab: But I told you I’m already betrothed…
Me: Do you love him?
Zainab: I don’t, but…
Me: Baby no buts… Don’t you love me?
Zainab: I love you. If I don’t, I wouldn’t be talking with you…
Me: So don’t worry, things would work itself out…
Zainab: So you want me to tell my mum?
Me: **:oHuh:o** No o… I mean, baby I guess since the situation right now warrants it, we have to be discrete with our relationship for now…
Zainab: Aii dear… I love you…
Me: Same here dear… So when would I see you?
Zainab: I would be in school tomorrow…
Me: I mean when would I see you like see you…
Zainab: LolzzZ… Don’t worry dear, you would see me…
So we gisted other things but all that was in my head was how to get my first score with an Hausa girl…
