On Monday, I woke up feeling unmotivated and reluctant to attend lectures, but the looming quiz that morning left me no choice.
As soon as the quiz was over, I quickly pulled out my phone from my bag, and called Sandra, and she picked the first ring.
“Hello sugar boy, good morning,” she yelled, immediately she picked up the call.
“Good morning sweet baby, how far na,” I replied.
“I’m good. How are you?” she asked.
“Am fine. Are you in school?” I asked, almost in a whisper.
“No oh, today is lecture free day in my department,” she replied.
“Ok then, I'm heading to your crib now,” I muttered.
“No probs, I will be expecting you... kisses to you,” she replied, and I also returned kisses back to her, and hung up.
Fifteen minutes later, I stood before Sandra's door, and gave a soft knock on it. The door swung open, revealing Sandra's warm and inviting smile as she welcomed me into her cozy apartment.
She was looking sexy in a pink transparent nightie that left everything to the view. My rod would have reacted, but I wasn’t in the mood — not yet.
“Are you ok?” she asked, sitting beside me on the bed.
“Yea, I’m good,” I replied, trying to avoid her gaze.
I wanted to talk to her about something that had been lingering in my thoughts, but my hesitation stemmed from a deep-seated uncertainty about how she would receive the information, and the possibility of sparking an uncomfortable or emotional response.
“I think I know a little about you now, especially when you are worried, so you can spill whatever it is already or allow me to beat it out of your mouth,” she said, with a warm smile on her face.
“Hmm!! I don’t know how you are going to take this or how you are going to feel about it. But I just want to talk to somebody,” I replied, sounding reluctant.
“Ok, I'm all ears, you can talk to me. We can both handle whatever it is. So stop stalling and say it out already,” she coerced.
Then I took a deep breath before I started the discussion.
“Ok, there is this babe I met when I was in first year. She was and is still more than a friend to me. She is more like a mother to me. You know, the school mother and son kinda thing...”
“She is the second person I had something to do with in this school Back then, I thought we could start something good, but she clearly told me that nothing serious is going to exist between us” “So since first year, we have just been making out, with no strings attached”........I concluded my narration.
“Wow! This is a big one”.........Sandra muttered.
“I don’t know how to handle things like this I swear”.........I replied, as I tiredly laid back on the bed.
“Wait, does it mean that she didn’t have any serious relationship going on while you guys were séx mates?”.........she asked curiously.
“Seriously I don’t know what to believe. One of the reasons she gave for not dating me was that she had a boyfriend who is studying in London.......But now, she is telling me she broke up with him because it’s me that she loves, bla bla bla” “She also said that she never saw the guy face to face; that the relationship was an arrangement by their parents........I concluded.
Sandra breathed deeply, with a look of concern on her face. After some minutes of silence from her, she spoke again, saying.
“Pascal you know what, I will have to give you my opinion, but before that let me serve you something to eat”.........she suggested, about standing up from the bed, but I stopped her.
“Never mind, I don’t think I’m hungry”.........I replied, in a low tone.
“Guy, come on. You need to have something in your stomach before woman wahala go kill you for this school”..........she said jokingly, and the she left for her kitchen.
She came back later with a plate of rice and chicken stew and we both settled down to eat.
While eating, we talked about some irrelevant stuffs and matters relating to our various departments.
After the meal, she cleared the plates and came back with a bottle of Royal Challenge and two glass cups.
“Nawa for this babe oh, it’s still early to start drinking na”........I protested.
“Says who abeg? It’s past twelve already so the day is almost gone.......Moreover you need something like this now”........she replied.
“You are something else I swear. See you wey I carry problem come meet make you help me find solution, now you wan add another one”.......I complained.
“Don’t worry, we will find a solution to that problem......but before that, first thing first let's pop some bottles”.........she coerced.
Sandra opened the wine, and she served us both. We both settled down to the bottle of drink.
The liquor's soothing balm brought a welcome distraction from my woes, and as the rounds of shots accumulated, my initial lethargy gave way to a renewed sense of vigor and vitality.
I fired up her sound system, hooked up my phone via the AUX cord, and instantly the room was electrified with the infectious beats of Nigerian jamz.
As the music pulsed through the air, we continued to drink, laugh, and chat at the top of our lungs.
The combination of liquor and music proved to be a potent mix, and soon Sandra began moving to the rhythm, her hips swiveling in time, while I sat back on the bed, an entertained and appreciative audience.
Clad in a diaphanous nightgown, her slender figure was beautifully silhouetted, and I found myself mesmerized by the gentle sway of her dance, my gaze also drawn to her subtle yet alluring curves.
My rod has also snapped out of its moody state and now in an excited state.
With a swift, sensual motion, she drained the last drops from her cup, letting it fall to the floor with a soft clink, before advancing towards me with a deliberate, sultry stride.
“you've watched enough isn't it?”.......she asked seductively, collecting the already empty cup from my hand and dropping it on the floor.
With a single pull, she loosened the straps of her night wear and slipped out from it.
For a tantalizing moment, she stood before me, unveiled and radiant, her seductive smile beckoning me to revel in the beauty of her naked form.
With a gentle yet assertive gesture, she eased me backward onto the bed. She straddled me, her smile illuminating her face as she leaned in, our lips meeting in a passionate, lingering kiss.
While we kissed, my hands went behind her grabbing her butt cheeks pushing her closer, my engorged rod pressed hard against her abdomen from inside my trouser.
Breaking off from the kiss, she shifted down and unzipped my trouser without unbuckling my belt.
She further dipped her hand in and pulled out my rod from my trouser.
“Do you keep growing big everyday?”.......she asked, as she smiled and smeared my precum over my Joystick head.
That act she was doing, was already sending waves of pleasure into me.
“No wonder why that babe doesn’t want to leave you again. You have fuçked her brains out with this”..........she whispered, stroking my rod gently.
I simply flashed a smile at her, enjoying the sweet haras.sment she was doing to my rod.
“Do you mind if I pleasure you with my mouth?”.........she asked, smiling mischievously at me.
I pushed up my waist in affirmative without saying a word.
“No, no, no, I won’t take that. You either say it with your mouth or you ain’t getting nothing”........she retorted.
“Yes, I want you to pleasure me with your mouth”........I whispered, amidst the pleasure ripping through me.
“Then you have to earn it”........she sneered, and immediately stood up from me, walking towards the bathroom.
“You sly bítch”.......I cursed under my breath.
“I heard that”........she yelled, without turning back as she swayed her backside towards the bathroom.
I yanked off my cloths with the speed of light, and headed towards the bathroom with my rod leading the way.
I pulled at the door handle but it was locked from inside. I knocked on the door twice before she answered.
To Be Continued...........
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