TIDES OF LUST (Episode 34)

 I awoke to a pounding headache, the harsh glare of the yellow bulb stabbing into my eyes. I grimaced and squeezed my eyes shut, seeking refuge from the relentless brightness.

I didn’t recall ever having a yellow bulb in my room. Turning over, I buried my face into the pillow, trying to escape the pain. 

My head throbbed intensely, as though a hammer were relentlessly pounding against it.

I heard the soft click of a switch and lifted my eyes slightly from the pillow, noticing that the light had been turned off.

“My head hurts”........I murmured, turning around to see Sandra standing beside the bed.

She stood still, her eyes narrowing into sharp, disapproving slits as she stared at me, lips pressed into a taut line that barely concealed her simmering frustration, her entire expression silently demanding an explanation I likely couldn't give.

In her outstretched hand, a cold bottle of water and two aspirin tablets awaited me.

“Why won’t it hurt? Idiot”........she cursed, handing over the water and drug to me, and left.

I took the water and pills from her, swallowing them quickly. Then, I drank deeply from the bottle once more before handing it back. She accepted it silently and turned to head back to the kitchen without a word.

I still had my trousers and socks on, but my belt, shirt, and undershirt were nowhere to be found. I racked my brain, unable to remember what had happened or how I had ended up in Sandra’s house.

The only thing I could recall was sitting in a bar with a girl. Her face and name were a blur, assuming she even told me. I got up from the bed and made my way to the kitchen.

“Go back to bed, food will soon be ready”........sandra retorted, when she heard my footstep coming towards the kitchen.

“How did I manage to get here?”........I asked inquisitively.

“You can’t remember right?”........she asked sarcastically.

“No I can't”.......I replied, picking a slice of plantain from the sieve.

“Then forget about it,” she said coldly.

I moved quietly and wrapped my arms around her from behind before she had a chance to turn around.

“Tell me now, why you dey vex for me? Okay, I apologize for drinking too much. 

Just tell me what happened”.........I pleaded.

“First of all go and wash your mouth, your breath could kill an infant......Check for a brush on the drawer below my dressing table”.........she sneered.

I was already aware of my bad breath from the alcohol I’d consumed, but hearing her mention it made it hit home. Without a word, I left the kitchen quietly and headed to the room to grab my toothbrush.

I grabbed my toothbrush and made my way to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I decided to take a shower before stepping out. To my surprise, I realized I hadn’t even thought to ask about my phone since waking up.

“Do you know where I kept my phone?”........I politely asked Sandra.

“Check it inside that bag on the dressing table”........she replied from the kitchen.

I reached into the bag, pulled out my phone, and turned it on. As soon as it powered up, I was greeted with three text messages and several WhatsApp notifications.

I opened the messages and saw that two were from Evelyn and one from Mirabel.

Instantly, the memories of the previous day began flooding back to me.

“Are you still coming around? I’m waiting” 

“Your number is switched off, call me when you get this message?”.......These were the two messages from Evelyn.

“I’m sorry about this morning, the way I reacted and the way I left. I know I owe you some explanations and I promise to tell you everything when we see. I loved you Pascal, and still do”........this was the message from Mirabel.

I exited the messages and opened my call log. Sandra’s number was the last one I had dialed. How was that possible? I couldn’t recall calling her, let alone what we might have talked about.

I looked into the call details and noticed that the call had lasted exactly one minute and thirty-five seconds.

I went through my WhatsApp messages, responding to the ones I could. There were also a few messages from Evelyn, along with some from Charlotte.

I was just about to plug in my phone to charge when a call from Charlotte came through.

Letting out a long sigh of frustration, I declined the call and powered off the phone.

I lay on the bed, flipping through a magazine, my thoughts drifting between Mirabel and Evelyn, when Sandra brought in the food.

I hadn't paid any attention to Sandra's outfit until now. She was dressed in a loose fitting pink polo shirt with a Playboy Bunny logo written on the front.

As she walked, her chest shifted slightly, her nîpples faintly visible through the fabric. I couldn't help but compliment her provocative look.

“You look really glamorous in this top you are wearing”.........I complimented, smiling broadly.

“Abeg come down from the bed let’s eat, ashawo Kobo kobo”.......she sneered, placing the tray of food on the floor.

“I Thought I’ve apologized, why are you still angry with me na?”........I asked with a playful manner, but she ignored me.

I carried the conversation entirely as we ate, but she refused to answer any of my questions without adding a sarcastic comment or an insult. Eventually, I gave up and let the rest of the meal pass in silence.

After tidying up the dishes, I settled back on the bed as she made her way to the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on stirred lingering images from the last time in my mind.

I considered stripping down and heading to the bathroom to join her, but given her current mood, she might just tear into me literally.

I decided to maintain my composure and settled back on the bed. Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, completely naked.

“See deliberate temptation, must you always walk out from the bathroom like this?”........I asked sarcastically.

“Must you look at me when I step out? What business of yours is it? Yeye person”.........she retorted.

I let out a heavy sigh of surrender and forced my focus away from her body, redirecting it to the magazine in my hands.

After slipping on some lingerie, she pulled a chair close to the bed. She stared at me for what felt like an eternity before clearing her throat and beginning to speak.

“Pascal what is wrong with you?”........she inquired.

“Nothing, I’m fine”........I replied confidently, sitting up on the bed.

“If you take a look at yourself in the mirror, You look like something dragged in by a truck. What is the problem? I was so fûcking ashamed when I met you at the bar yesterday” 

“Thanks to that kind hearted lady who saved you, or else you would have embarrassed yourself beyond words.......This isn’t the person I know you to be. Now, I want you to open up to me, not as a stranger, but as someone who cares deeply for you, as a sister, as a friend. What’s going on?”

“What drove you to drink so heavily? Honestly, if not for a bit of restraint, I would have already called your mum. Do you understand the gravity of this? For goodness sake this is your final year. Do you think you can graduate if you keep this up? I need answers, and I need them now, or I’m calling your mum right this moment”.......she finished firmly, leaving no room for argument.

“You don’t have to call my mom.......What happened yesterday was a mistake. Yesterday was just one of those days one has to do what he doesn’t do on a normal day to get some things off his mind. I’m sorry you met me in that state, it won’t happen again ok?”..........I was coerced.

“That is not what I want to hear from you Pascal.........Tell me what pushed you that far?”..........she asked, slightly raising her voice.

“Sandra its a little bit complicated, Let’s just leave it”.........I said coldly.

“No, we aren't leaving it. Let’s get it uncomplicated right now”........she yelled.

“Okay, but before then, tell me what happened yesterday and how I got here”.........I demanded curtly.

“You called me around 6pm yesterday to come to that bar. I was in town where I went to pick a delivery so I decided to drive straight to the bar. When I got there, a lady saw me looking around and signaled to me”

 “She asked if I’m Sandra. It was when she was talking to me that I saw you with a face cap relaxed back on the seat sleeping. If I didn’t know you I wouldn’t have recognized you......you were in a bad shape” 

“Together, the lady and I guided you to my car before she left. I was so embarrassed seeing you in that condition. I drove you back here because taking you to your house would have been very difficult” 

“What were you thinking? Believe me, if it wasn’t for that lady, you would have been ransacked there. Why would you do such a thing?”.........she concluded with a trembling voice, as a result of the tears threatening to fall off her eyes.

After listening to her recount everything, guilt and shame weighed heavily on me. 

For half an hour, an oppressive silence hung between Sandra and me until I finally managed to speak.

“Do you know the lady, or did she leave her contact with you?”........I asked.

“No, but that is her cap”.......she said, pointing to a cap on the table which I didn’t even notice all those while.

“She said she will collect it from you if you guys ever meet again. Now that I have told you how you got here, can you now tell me what happened?”..........she demanded.

“I’m very sorry. I feel so ashamed of myself right now”.........I said soberly.

“There will be time for self-pity, certainly not now, spill it up”.......she retorted.

“Yesterday was just a bad day for me. I don’t know how to explain it to you”........I muttered.

“Explain it anyhow, I will understand”.........she assured me.

“Ok. There is this girl I had something with when I was in first year………..”

I began explaining to Sandra what had driven me to get drunk, but I deliberately left out the part about attending a birthday party and sleeping with Charlotte.

After I finished recounting the entire story, she let out a sigh and began pacing back and forth across the room.

“So this is why you had to drink yourself to stupor yesterday? Fine tell me, have you figured out a solution to your so-called problem? Since the only succor you felt you could run to was drinking, have you thought out anything?”.......She asked apprehensively.

“I’m sorry”........I muttered, feeling much embarrassed.

After pacing back and forth for a while, she eventually sat down on the bed beside me.

She looked at me intently for a moment before finally speaking.

“Pascal, I understand how you're feeling. But if you turn to drinking over small problems, how will you handle bigger challenges? Besides, this isn’t a real issue. You should have come to me instead of letting it come to this”........She muttered, showing concern.

“I’m deeply sorry, it won't happen again”........I said remorsefully.

“This is what I think you should do Pascal......You need to take a break from all these girls. You need a time out to think. I know so many things are going through your mind now but enough is enough. You need a break” 

“Keep in mind that your education is a priority, and no one will care for excuses if you fail to achieve good grades. This is the moment to decide what you truly want. 

Whatever choice you make, remember that your academics come first, they’re the most important thing. Everything else is secondary and, for now, less significant. 

Choose wisely”.........she advised.

I felt somewhat relieved after our conversation, though my mind was still racing with lingering thoughts. I still needed to uncover what had happened between Mirabel and Evelyn during our first year.

I spent the entire day with Sandra and left in the evening. She offered to give me a ride, but I politely declined and headed straight home.

As Sandra suggested, I needed time to think. I spent most of the night deep in thought, and by morning, I had already decided on my course of action.

To Be Continued.........

TIDES OF LUST (Episode 33)

I emerged from the bathroom expecting to be greeted by the murmur of voices, but instead, an unsettling silence filled the air.

My gaze fell upon Mirabel, who was now seated on the bed, her attention absorbed by her phone, and I noticed she wasn't smiling at all.

My eyes widened in shock as they drifted from Mirabel to the reading table, where Evelyn sat, her piercing stare fixed intently on me.

Her unexpected presence left me stunned, as I had no idea she'd returned to school, let alone anticipated finding her in my own home.

It was only yesterday that she'd expressed uncertainty about her return plans, which made her presence now all the more surprising.

“Wow Evelyn, You are here.........When did you come back?”.........I asked awkwardly, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room.

Evelyn's eyes locked onto mine, brimming with tears, but she said nothing. The silence hung heavy until she stood up, collected her bag, and turned to Mirabel, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m going to leave the two of you to continue whatever you were doing.......But let me sound a warning to you for the very last time. I don't want to ever see you here again. He is my boyfriend and I can’t share him with you”........she spat.

“Are you mad? Did you just warn me? Do you think I’m still in first year? Let me tell you, nothing is happening between us yet so don’t start fretting. I didn’t know you guys were still together. No wonder he has been acting all good”

 “I’m no longer that little innocent girl you scared away in first year. I have come to stay.

Consider it that I’m taking back what was rightfully mine”........Mirabel fired back at Evelyn, she even stood up from the bed and walked towards Evelyn.

I observed the tense scene unfolding before me, noticing the anger and resentment simmering in their eyes. 

Fearing that the situation might escalate into a physical confrontation, I swiftly intervened.

“Please you guys should just stop this argument......Evelyn please sit down and you Mirabel, also sit down”.........I said gently, coming between Mirabel and Evelyn.

“Don’t tell me to sit down Pascal.......Who does she think she is? Goddess of the moon?.......You think you are the only one from a rich family right? I’m also from one too.

Is it because I succumbed to her threat in first year? The truth is that I have been waiting for this day to come. I have been waiting for this moment, to take back what is mine”........Mirabel yelled at me, but was pointing at Evelyn.

Evelyn stood frozen at the door, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to Mirabel's raging emotions. I managed to soothe Mirabel's temper, and she eventually returned to the bed, her anger slowly dissipating.

I discreetly escorted Evelyn out of the room, knowing that a temporary separation was necessary to prevent further escalation.

With a multitude of unanswered questions swirling in my mind, I prioritized defusing the tense atmosphere before initiating a conversation with Evelyn.

“When did you come back and why didn’t you call to let me know you are coming?”........I asked Evelyn when we were outside of my apartment.

Evelyn brushed past me, her silence palpable as she continued walking, leaving me to follow behind.

“I’m talking to you”..........I retorted, dragging her back gently.

She swiveled to face me, our eyes locking in a tense silence. After a piercing stare, she abruptly jerked her hand free from mine, turned on her heel, and strode away.

“Fine, if this is the way you want it then its ok”........I said solemnly, as we walked side by side.

As we reached the junction, I flagged down a taxi for her, but to my surprise, she instructed the driver to drive off.

“Why did you ask the driver to leave? Do you want to trek down to school?”.........I asked rhetorically.

“Is this what you have been doing behind my back Pascal?”........she asked aggressively, ignoring my question.

“Thought you didn’t want to talk to me”.........I retorted.

“Of all the girls in school, you choose to humiliate me with your EX?”........she asked, her eyes misty with tears.

“Evelyn we have so much to talk about......But before then, I want you to go back to your hostel and rest. I will come around later. And for the record, there is nothing going on between us”.........I said nonchalantly to her.

“Don’t take me for a fool Pascal.......Nothing is going on between the both of you and she said all that to me? What do you think I am, a kid?”..........she yelled.

“We are in public, please stop yelling, let’s talk about this later. And don’t ever raise your voice at me in public again for any reason whatsoever”........I said coldly to her.

She shot me a fierce glare, and I returned it in kind. The tense standoff was eventually broken when I escorted her to a newly vacated taxi. After settling the fare, I turned and headed back home.

“What was the meaning of all those things you said to Evelyn”..........I asked Mirabel, immediately I entered my room.

“You heard it as it sounds.......She deserves everything I said, and even more”.........she said coldly as she operated on her phone, avoiding my gaze.

“Mirabel, I want you to tell me the truth, what happened between you and Evelyn when we were in first year? Was she the cause of our break-up? What is it about the threat that you earlier said? Did she threaten you back then?”.........I bombarded, sitting beside her on the bed.

“Pascal, she is your girlfriend right, if you need answers go and ask her”.........She said curtly, and stood up from the bed heading to the bathroom.

After freshening up, Mirabel got dressed and prepared to head out. I escorted her out, then retreated to my apartment to collect my thoughts.

“Did Evelyn threaten Mirabel to leave me in our first year?”

“Was that why Mirabel said that she already left before I broke off the relationship?”

“Why on earth would Evelyn threaten her while she already told me that she had a boyfriend then?”

“And what does Mirabel mean by saying she is back to take what belongs to her?”

My mind was in turmoil, consumed by racing thoughts. I sat up in bed, struggling to gather my scattered thoughts and make sense of the chaos in my head. 

Overwhelmed, I felt paralyzed, unsure of where to start or what to do next.

I headed to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of Mc Dowell, and poured myself a full cup. I downed it in two swift gulps, seeking solace. Returning to bed, I lay down, hoping the liquor would calm my racing mind and lull me into a much needed sleep.

I waited for the liquor to kick in, but surprisingly, I felt nothing. It was as if I hadn't had a drop. I needed another drink to calm my mind and focus my thoughts, if only for a fleeting moment.

I got dressed and grabbed my wallet from the table before heading out of my apartment.

I made my way to the bar down the street, where I spotted a quiet corner table. I settled in and ordered a few bottles of HERO beer.

In just an hour, I downed five bottles of HERO, but my mind remained restless.

Undeterred, I ordered three more, bringing the total to eight bottles.

By the time I was halfway through the seventh bottle, I was heavily intoxicated, but still somewhat lucid and able to take in my surroundings.

I caught sight of a stunning woman, slender and elegant, wearing glasses that appeared to be prescription lenses, a face cap, and a radiant smile on her face.

She was walking towards me, carrying a tray of food with poise and confidence.

“Hi buddy! Can I join you if you don’t mind?”........she asked politely, flashing a beautiful and charming smile at me.

“Sure pixie. Make yourself comfortable”........I replied, taking a sip from my cup.

Across from me, she sat down to enjoy her meal, while I, in my intoxicated state, ogled her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

“Sorry My bad, please come and join me”.........she requested, with that warm smile still plastered on her face.

“Don’t worry, enjoy your meal”.........I replied, smiling back at her.

“You must be good with bottles to still be able to stand on the seventh bottle”.........she said with admiration, looking at the bottles before me.

“You think so? What makes you think that I’m good?”.........I asked curiously.

“I know some guys that will sleep off on their second bottle”........she answered, with a broad smile on her face.

Her smile was a breathtaking spectacle, one that rendered me utterly besotted, though I couldn't shake the feeling that my inebriated state was amplifying its effects.

“But don’t you think you have had enough already?”.........she continued, but politely.

I let out a laugh and turned to face her, meeting her gaze as she locked eyes with me, her captivating smile still plastered on her face.

“Can you drink?”........I asked.

“Yes I can, but that's if I’m in the mood to......By the way, you haven’t answered my question yet smart boy”.........she replied, with a little chuckle.

“So tell me, what puts you in the mood to drink?”.........I asked.

“I drink when I’m sad, when I’m with friends and want to go wild. But I drink mostly when I get emotionally messed up”..........she replied, taking a spoon full of rice into her mouth.

I remained silent, transfixed by the serene scene unfolding before me, as she savored her food with gentle, unhurried bites, her expression a picture of carefree tranquility.

“So how often do you get emotionally messed up? I mean......Have you ever been emotionally messed up?”........I asked.

“Of course no one on earth hasn't been emotionally messed up.......I have been through that phase but, that’s a very long time ago”.........she explained.

As our conversation flowed, she continued eating, while I reached for the last bottle on the table, refilling my cup.

I observed her every move, mesmerized as she finished her meal, slid the tray away, and delicately dabbed her lips with a serviette.

Having delicately blotted her lips, she unexpectedly reached out, grasped my cup, and in a swift, bold motion, downed its contents in a single gulp, leaving me stunned as she carelessly returned the empty cup to the table.

“You never cared to invite me to drink with you so I am taking it by force”..........she muttered.

She asked the bar man for another glass cup and poured a cup full for herself. She knocked her cup to mine for cheers, raising her own up.

“Now that we are drinking together, we have become friends........So tell me, who messed you up emotionally?what is it that borders you that is making you drink this much?”.............she inquired with an empathetic tone.

“What makes you think that I’m bored or messed up emotionally? Do I look like someone that can be messed up by anybody?”........I asked, trying to hide my distraught state.

The liquor was already coursing through my veins, but I somehow maintained a semblance of composure.

“Nobody is above being messed up emotionally. Most times we don’t ask for it but it comes”........she replied, sipping from her cup.

“Have you ever been in love? I mean.......have you ever loved someone?”.......I asked.

I'm not sure what prompted the question, but I found myself asking her whatever thoughts that popped into my head.

“Yes I have, but that was a long time ago, why did you ask?”........she retorted.

“Nothing, just a random question that crossed my mind”........I replied.

“Now tell me, what is it that is eating you up making you take solace in drinking?”........she asked, focusing her whole attention on me.

“My story is kinda complicated and messed up in itself, so let me not bother you with the long epistle of my complicated story”.........I replied.

“I have all the time in the world and I think I’m intelligent enough to understand your complicated story so give me a trial”........she assured me.

I laughed at her comment and pulled out my phone, but from that moment on, my memories blurred into nothingness.

To Be Continued..........

TIDES OF LOST (Episode 32)

 

As our lips remained intertwined, lost in the fervor of our passionate kiss, her hand began a slow, tantalizing descent. 

Her fingers grazed my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before tracing a bold, intimate path to my groin.

Immediately

her hand skimmed my already hard rod, the whole of my body melted into a sweet surrender to her, as our mouths devoured each other in a fierce, all consuming kiss. My entire being dissolved into hers, our desire blending into a single, intoxicating flame.

I started reciprocating her kiss as she fondled my hard rod inside my shorts. I pressed her to the door while handling her Boobs and still kissing her.

When I sensed the door wasn’t comfortable for her, I cradled her in my arms, and took her to the bed. I positioned her comfortably on the bed and went straight for her Bōōbs.

I licked her nîp.ples, before taking it into my mouth. As I suckled on her Bosom, she started rubbing my head gently, and moaning softly.

“Oh shiiiitt! Pascal please don't stop, aaauurhhh”.......she moaned.

Still working on her boobs, I parted her laps and started flicking her already swollen cli.t with my finger.

Fortunately for me, Charlotte isn't a loud screamer, if not she would have screamed down the roof just like Sandra. But she had already scattered the bed.

When she couldn’t take the teasing anymore, she grabbed my Rôd, and directed it towards her kitty.

I momentarily withdrew from our intimate position, I reached over to the bedside drawer, and carefully slid it open, hoping to find the protective measures some hotels considerately provide for their patrons.

As luck would have it, I spotted a packet of Durex condoms nestled in the drawer. I quickly ripped it open, retrieved a single condom, and deftly put it on. With seamless continuity, I returned to our passionate moment.

I suckled her boõbs for a while, before pushing my rod in. She gave out a soft moan when she felt my rod inside her.

I started thrusting immediately, while she clung to me whispering incoherent words into my ears.

When I sensed that I was about to reach climax, I pulled out and went back to sucking her bõobs. I did that until I felt I was good to go again. I tried flipping her over but she declined.

“Why what's wrong?”.......I asked anxiously.

“I'm sorry, dōggy style isn't my thing”.........she muttered, and I nodded my head in agreement.

I gently raised her waist and pushed one of the pillows beneath it, bringing up her kitty.

I couldn't help but notice her well trimmed and flawless kitty, I became captivated by the sight of it, I couldn't resist the urge to have a taste with my tongue.

I brought my head towards her kitty, with the intention of pleasuring her with my tongue.

“Pascal”........she called sharply.

“Anything?”........I asked.

“What are you trying to do?”.........she asked.

“What does it seem like I want to do?”..........I asked back.

“It seems like you want to pleasure me with your tongue”........she replied.

“Any problem with that?”.......I asked.

“We would do that maybe some other time, let's just get down to business”........she muttered, and I shrugged.

Without further introspection, I inserted my rod into her Kitty and continued from where I stopped. I'm not certain if that was her style, but she clung so tight to me and had her laps clasped tight around my waist.

After some minutes of deep thrusting, I observed I was reaching climax again, and then I increased the speed at which I was thrusting.

I was reaching my orgasm when she started breathing heavily. I was thrusting, not paying attention to her sudden reaction but suddenly I felt a very sharp pain on my neckline.

Just then I started ejaculating into the cöndom. It was an extraordinary, soul stirring feeling, and sumptuously intoxicating crescendo of uncontainable, unforgettable, and supremely sweet delight Having tossed aside the condôm, I caught sight of the subtle imprint of her teeth on my neck, a tender souvenir of our intimacy. Nearby, she rested peacefully, her slumbering form spread across the bed.

I gently tidied her up with a tissue and draped the duvet over her, ensuring she was cozy.

Slipping into my briefs, I quietly exited the room, flipping off the light switch.

The corridor was deserted as I hastened back to room 315, to reunite with Mirabel.

I crept back into the room, careful to preserve the tranquility. Mirabel remained fast asleep, in the same position when I left.

In a swift, I dashed into the bathroom to have a shower, then I returned to bed, nestling in beside her as the first light of morning crept in, and I succumbed to sleep just as the clock struck 6 a.m.

I stirred awake to discover Mirabel already up and about, her eyes fixed on her phone as she lounged in her underwear. I let out a languid yawn, stretching my limbs to shake off the slumber.

“Good morning”........she greeted, rubbing my shoulder.

“Good morning my dear”.........I replied with a yawn, sitting up from the bed. I was feeling very weak.

“How was your night?”.........she asked.

“Fine, how about yours?”........I asked.

“Slept like never before”.........she replied and I nodded.

“Did you go back to the party? I woke up and couldn’t find you, and your phone was switched off?”.........she asked inquisitively.

“No I didn't, my battery was flat so I went down to the reception to ask for a charger.......I couldn’t come up with it so I had to stay down for a while to let it charge a little?”........I lied, and she believed me.

To be honest, I hadn't even taken my phone with me to Charlotte's room. I had turned it off and left it in the pocket of my trousers, which were draped over a chair.

“Okay then, if you say so”.......she replied.

“What time are we leaving this room?”.......I asked.

“We have just an hour left”........she replied.

I yawned again, then I went down from the bed with my morning glory being visible, and headed to the bathroom to empty my bladder.

Mirabel couldn't help but burst out laughing as she caught sight of my hard on. Later as I emerged from the bathroom, I retrieved my phone from the pocket of my trousers and powered it back on.

As soon as my phone sprang to life, two messages popped up in rapid succession: one from Charlotte, and another from Mirabel.

“Mirabel Did you send me a message”........I asked, clicking on the message.

“Yes I did, when I woke up and couldn’t find you and your number was switched off, I had to send you a message”.......she replied.

Mirabel's message read “where are you? I am worried” After reading Mirabel's message, I opened Charlotte's own, and it reads.

”Hi Pascal handsome, I sincerely appreciate you for your time last night......I love you, I'm already out of the hotel, see you later” After reading Charlotte's message, I quickly typed a message and sent it back to her.

“It's okay then, you are welcome......consider it a favour for old time sake, and for your information, we would never be intimate, or close again”.........I wrote.

After sending the message, before I could drop my phone and do other stuff, another message came from Charlotte.

“And you think I'm easily going to let go of you after our adventures last night? No way!

We belong together forever Pascal” When I read the second message from Charlotte, I became flustered, what does she mean? Is she indirectly threatening me just because I had tasted her?

But she initiated the intimacy and not me, she lured me into making out with her. 

Why on earth is she trying to be dominating?

I wanted to send Charlotte another message, more like a warning rather, but Mirabel said something that prevented me from sending the message.

“What happened to your neck? did something bite you?”........she asked, taking a closer look at my neck.

 “I don’t know, I also noticed it not long ago in the bathroom just now”........I muttered, trying to cover it with my hand.

“Okay please try and get it treated, it might be a bacterial growth, or skin infection”........she suggested, and I nodded.

I went to take my bath, and while I was bathing, Mirabel joined me. Of course she tried to be intimate with me, but I didn't comply with her.

We took our bath, got dressed and left the hotel room. My cab man was already waiting outside the hotel gate when we stepped out of the hotel.

When we entered the cab, I instructed the cab to take Mirabel to her hostel first, before taking me to my place.

Mirabel instantly disagreed, she told me she wanted to come with me to my lodge. I tried objecting against her wish, but she was hell bent on coming with me to my lodge.

When we arrived at my apartment, the first thing I did was to open the fridge and get a sachet of water, and I drank it in one gulp.

“What do you have here?”.........Mirabel asked, heading to the kitchen.

“Whatever you see there is what I have”........I replied nonchalantly, crumbling on the bed.

While Mirabel was busy in the kitchen doing what I have no idea of, my eyes became heavy with sleep, and I shut them down.

After a long, unclear nap, I woke up to a steaming bowl of noodles, courtesy of Mirabel.

We ate together, and though I was tempted to crawl back into bed afterwards, Mirabel wouldn't let me.

“So you want to sleep back? You have been sleeping since we came back. E never tire you?”........she yelled, shaking me vigorously.

“Oh my God, Mirabel leave me na”.......I said, feeling frustrated.

“Stand up jhoor, you fly for night?”........she asked sarcastically.

“Just give me like two hours and I will wake up please”.......I pleaded with my sleepy eyes.

“No oh wake up jaaree, or else I will go back to my hostel”........she threatened.

I abandoned my attempt to sleep, and instead, Mirabel and I engaged in a heated game of Ludo. I dominated the first three rounds, winning 3-0, but my victory was short-lived.

Mirabel accused me of being unfair, insisting that I should have let her win, simply because she's a girl.

I've never come across any written or unwritten law that suggests men should concede victory to women in games or competitions just because of their gender.

After our playful scuffle, Mirabel collapsed onto me, panting. I let her catch her breath for a moment before making my next move.

“Mira baby”.......I called.

“Yes sweetheart”.......she called.

“I want to ask you something”......I requested.

“Shoot your shot”.......she replied.

“When you told me some days ago, that I wasn’t the one that broke off our relationship, that you left on your own. What does that mean?”........I asked curiously.

“Don’t tell me this thing has been on your mind all these while”........she said, as she giggled.

“I will be lying if I tell you that I have not been thinking about this since you told me”........I replied.

“See, you don’t have to worry over nothing, it's not really important”........she said, trying to wave it off.

“Don’t tell me that Mirabel, What really happened between us? Talk to me”........I demanded, then she breathed deeply.

“Well, what happened was......I left because I wasn’t ready to share you with anybody”.......She announced, then her hand wandered towards the mark on my neckline.

“And before you continue asking me any more questions, what did you say happened to your neck? This looks like someone’s teeth mark”.........she revealed.

“Like I told you earlier, I don’t know, I just noticed it when I woke up this morning”........I replied.

“Are you feeling pains?”........she asked, pressing her fingers at the spot.

“No, I don’t feel anything there”........I lied.

Just as I was about to resume our conversation, ready to dive back into the playful banter and witty repartee, Mirabel's lips met mine in a gentle, yet unexpected kiss that left me momentarily breathless.

“You have been behaving like I am not here all this while........Common kiss you have not given me since yesterday, even when we bathed together at the hotel, you didn't want to be intimate with me. Tell me, am I not attractive to you again?”........she complained.

“You think so? I was only trying my best to be a gentle guy, I'm not a pervert”.........I replied.

“Yea I know, That’s why you didn’t notice that I was Unclad under the duvet last night and you didn’t care to check”..........she said, smirking playfully.

“You are getting really rugged by the day. you still haven't changed”.........I replied.

“If you say so, Let me respect myself and get my rugged body off you”........she mumbled, trying to move away from me.

“Nawa for you sef, You too they take small things seriously”.......I teased, dragging her back to my body, and she giggled.

“But wait, oh. this your guy dey get am clear, See wetin only him they enjoy”........I teased, grabbing her ass from behind.

“You are not serious. Shebi this same ass has been beside you since yesterday night and you have been forming gentle boy......Bad boy like you”.......she sneered.

I started asking her about her boyfriend. I was doing all that just to stall. I wasn’t have the strength to go down with her. I don’t know what was wrong with me at that moment.

My rod was responding already, but I know that if I should go round with her, she may end up calling people for help.

We were still talking when she slipped her hand into my shorts and started playing with my rod.

“My little guy is already responding......I trust it, it will always recognize mommy”........she whispered, still caressing my hard rod.

My rod kept growing harder in her hand while she was sending some pleasure into me. I was trying everything to stall but she was already on the go.

Just as I was poised to shift the dynamics and take control, our intimate moment was abruptly interrupted by a knock at my door.

“Are you expecting anybody”.......she asked.

“None that I know of. Maybe it’s one of my neighbors”.......I replied.

“why not let me check it out.......you can’t go with this”.......she requested, pointing to my hard on, and I nodded, giving her the go ahead to check who was knocking.

As she rose from the bed to investigate the knock, I seized the opportunity to slip away to the bathroom and relieve myself, anticipating the passionate encounter that was likely to follow.

To Be Continued.........

TIDES OF LUST (Episode 31)

 

I was glad the hotel Mirabel lodged, was located in the same building as the birthday party venue, so we didn't have to go far.

Before we went into the hotel, Mirabel went to see the birthday celebrant. I didn't get to hear what they were talking about, but I definitely knew she was telling the celebrant that she wants to rest for the night.

After her brief conversation with the celebrant, Mirabel staggered back to where I stood, and we continued our journey into the hotel.

At some point, Mirabel couldn't walk properly, so we had to use the elevator to get to our hotel room. As we rode up to our floor, Mirabel leaned against me, her body swaying slightly due to the effects of the alcohol she had consumed.

I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close to my chest and steadying her. I couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards Mirabel, who seemed vulnerable and fragile in her intoxicated state.

Memories of our past romance together began to flood my mind as I held Mirabel, but I quickly waved it off.

When the elevator doors opened, I led Mirabel out into the quiet corridor. The smooth tiled ground muffled our footsteps as we made our way to our room, which was located just a short distance down the hall.

When we finally arrived at room 315, I fumbled in my pocket for the room key, finally producing it and inserting it into the lock.

The door swung open, revealing a cozy hotel room with a king sized bed, a desk, and a comfortable armchair, Tv, Air conditioner e.t.c.

To my calculations, lodging in this kind of hotel for a night would cost not less than 50k for a night, and I wondered how Mirabel was able to effortlessly pay for it, without asking for my assistance.

The room was decorated in soothing shades of beige and cream, with a large window that let in plenty of natural light and air. Mirabel stumbled into the room, dropping her purse on the floor and making a beeline for the bed.

I followed her into the room, closing the door behind me. I watched as Mirabel collapsed onto the bed, her body sprawling across the mattress in a limp, exhausted heap.

She kicked off her shoes, sending them flying across the room, and let out a contented sigh.

As I looked on, Mirabel began to undress, her movements slow and clumsy due to her intoxicated state. She pulled off her dress, revealing a lacy bra and panties underneath.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I felt a surge of lust wash through me, as I took in Mirabel's partially nak.ed form.

Mirabel seemed completely unaware of her state of undress, and she stumbled towards the bathroom, intent on taking a shower.

I watched her go, my eyes fixed on her body as she disappeared into the bathroom.

When Mirabel was out of sight, I started feeling a pang of guilt for staring at her, I couldn't help myself.

As I waited for Mirabel to finish taking her shower, my thoughts turned to Charlotte. I began to wonder what she was doing at that moment, had she left the birthday party already?.

I again felt a pang of guilt for being attracted to Mirabel, knowing that my heart still belonged to Charlotte.

Meanwhile, Mirabel finished her shower and emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She stumbled over to the bed, collapsing onto the mattress with a sigh. I watched as she snuggled under the covers, her eyes closing almost immediately.

I decided to take a shower too, hoping to clear my head and shake off the lingering feelings of lust. I took off everything I wore, and dashed into the bathroom.

While under the warm water from the bathroom shower, I still couldn't help but think of Charlotte again. I wondered what the future held for us, and if we would ever be together.

After I was done with my shower, I dried myself with a towel, and put on the robe I saw which was neatly folded on the chair.

After wearing the robe, I climbed into bed and laid beside Mirabel, who was fast asleep.

I covered her properly with the duvet, and couldn't help but watch her sleeping face for a while.

Despite my attraction to Mirabel, I knew that I couldn't act on my feelings. I valued my friendship with Mirabel too much, and I didn't want to risk ruining our relationship with my lust.

I quickly looked away from Mirabel, to avoid being tempted. Since I wasn’t feeling sleepy yet, I decided to surf the internet and while away time.

As I scrolled through Facebook, engrossed in a captivating story, my phone suddenly buzzed with an incoming text message.

I hesitated for a moment, then set aside the story to check the message. Curiosity got the better of me, especially when I saw that the message was from an unknown number that wasn't saved in my contacts.

I clicked to open the message, and it reads.

“I’m in room 310, come over, let's talk.........The door is open for you.

Charlortte” My eyes fell upon Mirabel, who was sleeping soundly, completely unaware of her surroundings. 

Meanwhile, a tumultuous inner conflict began to brew within me, as I was torn between the temptation to visit Charlotte and the voice of reason urging me to refrain.

After weighing my options for what felt like an eternity, I carefully threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I slipped out of my robe and quickly pulled on my briefs, my mind made up. 

With a sense of trepidation, I then sneaked out of the room, and made my way down the hall to room 310.

I paused in front of the door, my hand hovering over the handle as I wrestled with a fierce internal debate.

A voice within me urged me to turn the handle and step inside, while another voice whispered caution, warning me to turn back while I still could. The conflicting desires swirled in my mind, leaving me frozen in indecision.

As I stood there, paralyzed by indecision, the sudden click of the lock in the next room snapped me into action.

In a split second decision, I pushed open the door of 310 and slipped inside, narrowly avoiding a potentially awkward encounter with the emerging occupant of the adjacent room.

When I got in, I saw Charlotte wrapped in a duvet, casually pressing her phone.

“You came, i thought you wouldn’t”.........she muttered, still pressing her phone.

“Now I’m here, why did you send it to me?”........I asked, walking to sit opposite the bed.

“Thanks for coming anyways”.......she muttered, dropping her phone beside her.

“We should hurry up with our discussion, I need to go back before Mirabel wakes up”........I mentioned.

“Okay then......I just needed you to tell me What’s really going on between you and Mirabel?”.........she demanded.

“Is that what you called me out to discuss?”........I snapped.

“Yes of course”.........she whispered, and gently removed the duvet from herself. 

Behold she was Unclad.

Charlotte wasn't holding anything that surprised me, but the familiar sight still left me breathless. She rose from the bed, her movements fluid and deliberate, as she sauntered towards me with an air of confident seduction, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

The vision of her naked beauty left me instantly aroused. I was transfixed as she glided effortlessly from the bed to where I sat, her eyes locked on mine, and then settled gently onto my lap, her proximity sending shivers down my spine.

“If this is what you wanted all this while, you should have said it”.........I whispered, forcing my eyes off her body.

“Why would you reconnect with an ex, when you stand a chance of having all this to yourself hunh?”........she whispered into my ears, licking my ear lobes in the process.

Given the way she was positioned on my lap, I was certain that she had been aware of my arousal for some time, her proximity to my stiffened body leaving little doubt that she had already sensed my excitement.

“Okay......Enough of the seduction, get off me let’s talk”.........I retorted, nudging her away.

“Fine then”........she replied, getting off me and going back to the bed.

As she caught sight of my evident arousal peeking from my shorts, a sly smile spread across her face. I was taken aback by my own restraint, for I never thought I would be able to resist Charlotte's charms.

Yet, here I was, fighting against my own desires despite the intense physical attraction. I knew, however, that if she made another advance, my resolve would crumble, and she would effortlessly get what she wanted.

“So Pascal, remember I told you before to give me some time to settle something. I think I’m done with that, We can now start whatever you wanted us to start”..........She announced, and I chuckled.

“Is this what you couldn’t tell me over the phone?”........I asked, with an expressionless countenance.

“Look Pascal, I know I have not treated you right all these while. But believe me, I wanted you, I wanted to have something with you, I still do.......It’s just that I had something that was on my neck then. I love you Pascal, believe me I do”.........she passionately proclaimed.

“Come on, you don’t have to apologize for what happened then........Truth was that I loved you too, I mean I couldn’t just get to move on not minding how casually you treated me” 

“Even when I saw you with your boyfriend, it broke my heart but I asked myself. What right do I have to feel that way? It’s not like I have asked you out yet. So I had no reason to feel like we have something yet. But all that is in the past now ok?”........I revealed, relaxing back.

“I’m very sorry Pascal, I've come to realise that it's you I want”..........she said apologetically.

“It’s okay my dear”........I replied.

“So are we cool now?”........she asked excitedly, but I gulped down hard, before dropping the bombshell.

“Of course we are cool, but let me tell you........There’s nothing that can ever happen between us again. I have someone that I am dating now. We can stick to just being friends?”.........I said bluntly.

“Who is she? Mirabel right?”........she asked, with an indignant tone.

“It’s not Mirabel, with time you would know her........All you need to know is that I have someone already. So you can go back to your boyfriend”........I said with finality and stood up to leave.

“Pascal please wait”........she yelled, and rushed to the door stopping me from leaving.

“What is it again?”.......I retorted.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I broke up with him for us to be together.......Please I’m sorry for what happened between us in the past, Let me make it up to you please”.........she pleaded, as we both held each other's gaze.

Her eyes have a mesmerizing hold on me, drawing me in with an otherworldly allure. I felt myself getting lost in their depths, but I forcibly tore my gaze away, breaking the spell.

I was on the cusp of speaking when she suddenly cupped my face in her hands and silenced me with a passionate kiss, her lips locking onto mine with a tender yet unyielding grasp.

To Be Continued.........

TIDES OF LUST (Episode 30)

I became subdued and withdrawn, my usual energetic and lively demeanor dampened, and also the tension that had been building among the three of us.

I was unsure if it was as a result of the alcohol which was beginning to get me tipsy, or the presence of Charlotte.

I appeared lost in thought, my eyes fixed on some distant point as I nursed my drink.

Mirabel was visibly tipsy, her laughter and giggles more frequent and uninhibited as the night wore on.

Her eyes sparkled with mirth, and she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, despite the drama that had unfolded earlier.

Charlotte seemed poised and confident, her expression a mask of calmness. She didn't want to drink or eat anything at the birthday party, and I wasn't surprised.

She appeared to be seething with anger and resentment, her eyes flashing with a fierce intensity whenever she glanced at me.

When it was 3am, Mirabel was feeling dizzy and she requested that she want to sleep.

“Pasky, I’m feeling sleepy, can we lodge?”........she demanded, in her dizzy state.

The moment Mirabel voiced her request, Charlotte's gaze swung sharply towards her, a flash of astonishment illuminating her eyes, which sparkled with a mix of curiosity and surprise. She composed herself and responded with a hint of nonchalance.

“I don’t have enough cash on me for lodging, I didn't plan for it. Let me call the driver to come and pick us ok?”........I responded to Mirabel.

“Don’t worry, don’t call the driver........Let me check something first, you can call him when I come back”........Mirabel replied back, and left with her purse.

“Whats going on between you guys?”..........Charlotte asked, immediately Mirabel left.

“What do you mean?”.........I asked back.

“Are you guys also sèx partners?”........she blurted out, then I chuckled.

“Do I owe you any explanation? Mirabel and I have a history, that’s all I think you should know”..........I sneered.

“Something that started last semester when you went to my room, is that history?”..........she asked.

“Mirabel and I was once in a relationship in first year, but due to some context, we had to go our separate ways......We reconnected when I came to look for you in your room which you moved out from without telling me........you have to let go of that idea that Mirabel and I are sèx mates, nothing is going down between us yet”...........I explained to her, then I turned my gaze away from her.

“Pascal, we really need to talk.......I don’t know what is going on between you and Mirabel, believe me I don’t even care”.........she spat.

“What is this thing you really want us to talk about?”.........I asked nonchalantly, staring at her intently.

“We would need some private time to talk.......And for your information, Mirabel has a boyfriend, and their relationship is serious”.........she announced, smiling mischievously.

“Same way you also have yours too, so don’t act like a saint before me”..........I retorted.

She was about to respond to me, but kept mute when she noticed Mirabel coming towards us. When Mirabel got to the table, she threw a key with a room number tag on it to me.

“Call the driver and tell him to come later in the morning to pick us.......I’m going to sleep now”........she mumbled.

“Aren't you feeling sleepy yet?”........she asked Charlotte.

“No, I still want to enjoy the party”.........she replied.

“Ok then, we are in room 315, whenever you start feeling sleepy just come up to meet us”.........Mirabel mentioned to Charlotte.

“Don’t worry, you guys should go and have fun, my cab man is outside”.........Charlotte replied.

“Ok then, see you later”.........Mirabel waved at Charlotte, then she grabbed one of my hands.

I stood up from my chair, but before following Mirabel, I quickly gulped down the remaining content of my cup.

After I was done, I followed Mirabel, as she dragged me along with her. I turned to look at Charlotte and I noticed she was glaring at me.

I quickly turned away from her, facing forward, and unsure of what the night has in store for Mirabel and I. I just hope I will be able to control myself when we are behind closed doors.

To Be Continued...........

TIDES OF LUST (Episode 29)

 The remaining days of the week passed quietly, devoid of any notable occurrences.

Meanwhile, I made steady progress on my project, having secured my topic, and devoted my time to crafting a compelling abstract and outlining the structure with a detailed table of contents.

As I stepped out of my supervisor's office on the Friday of the next week, my phone rang, and I discovered Mirabel was the one calling.

I was surprised to see her call, and at the same time I was somehow happy that she called. I intentionally waited for her calls to end, then I called her back.

“Hello Pascal”.......she greeted with a cheerful tone.

“Hi Mirabel, how are you doing today?”........I asked.

“I'm doing great, how about you?”........she asked.

“Not bad either, just a little bit tired from the meeting with my supervisor”.......I replied sincerely.

“sorry oh, should I come and massage you?”........she asked, with a soft tone.

“hmm, as masseuse wey you be Na, stop whining me abeg”........I replied, and we both laughed.

“So how far Na, would you have a chance to party hard this evening?”........she inquired.

“What kind of party?”........I asked.

“It's a birthday party of one of my friends, she wants to throw a big party, and it's till dawn”........she explained.

“Really? This one you are inviting me to the party, what about your boyfriend?”........I asked curiously.

“He is out of town, and I don't want to be at the party alone, that's why I'm inviting you to come along with me”.........she countered.

“Hope your boyfriend isn't going to be enraged, when he finds out you attended an all-night birthday party with your EX?”.........I inquired, but she suddenly went silent.

“Hello, Mirabel are you there?”........I called out to her.

“If you won't attend the party just let me know, instead of asking irrelevant questions......how on earth would someone that is out of town, find out I attended a birthday party with an ex?.......there's no way he would find out, even if he did, we would find a way to sort out our differences, and it won't concern you”..........she explained, with a hint of frustration in her tone.

“Okay oh, If you say so......I will call you later, if I would be free or not”.........I mentioned, and she agreed, then our phone conversation ended.

I immediately dialed Evelyn's number after speaking with Mirabel, eager to learn about her expected return date. 

Unfortunately, Evelyn was still unsure, explaining that she was struggling to resolve some issues with her second-semester classes.

I got home, and quickly freshened up, afterwards I made a quick meal of toasted bread, and tea. After I was done eating, I decided to do some little work on my project, but I started dosing off in the process.

I kept the project aside, and I rested my head on my reading table, to have a little nap.

When I eventually woke up from my nap, I discovered the time was 6:45pm. I reached for my phone which was on my reading table, then called Mirabel to know the time for the party.

She informed me that the event would start from 8pm until dawn, but we would arrive at 9pm. She was filled with excitement when I agreed to accompany her to the birthday party. After speaking with Mirabel, I contacted my taxi driver to arrange for a pickup at 9pm.

When it was 8pm, I started getting ready for the party. I was determined to look my best, so I went extra.

I stood in front of my closet, meticulously selecting each piece of my outfit for the birthday party I was about to attend with Mirabel.

I wanted to make a lasting impression, so I chose my favorite navy blue rugged jeans trousers. I carefully pulled it out of the closet and laid them flat on my bed, making sure to smooth out any wrinkles.

Next, I put them on, adjusting the waistband to perfection and making sure the creases were sharp.

Moving on to my top, I opted for a crisp white shirt with a subtle sheen to it. I had gotten it a month ago and hadn't worn it, and I couldn't wait to show it off now.

I carefully buttoned up the shirt, starting from the bottom and working my way up, making sure each button was secure.

I then adjusted the cuffs, folding them back slightly to reveal my silver cufflinks. As I put on the shirt, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence and sophistication.

When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel impressed by my reflection.

I slipped on a black sneaker, and laced it to perfection. As I stood back to admire myself in the mirror, I felt like a million bucks. I was confident that Mirabel would be impressed by my outfit, and I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when I picked her up.

I lavishly sprayed some perfume all over myself, luckily the perfume was quite expensive, and I was smelling like a millionaire.

I gave myself a final look in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had put together an outfit that was both stylish and sophisticated, and I knew I would be turning heads at the party.

I headed out the door, feeling like the best version of himself. I was ready to make a memorable impression at the party, and I was excited to share the evening with Mirabel.

After I left my apartment, I strolled to the junction, and I met my cab man already waiting for me. I entered the taxi, and he started driving.

“Your face show, your shoe shine, see as you legit......I no come recognise you again”.........he teased, and I smiled broadly.

“Thanks for the compliment”.........I muttered.

“Which side we dey go?”.......he asked.

“Take me to Okeke hostel, I want to pick someone”........I replied, and he nodded.

When we arrived at Mirabel's hostel, the cab man parked somewhere around the hostel, then I came out of the cab, and was calling Mirabel. Fortunately she picked the first ring.

“Hello Pascal”.........she greeted.

“I'm around your hostel, hope you are ready?”........I asked.

“I am almost ready, please give just ten minutes, and I will join you soon”.........she requested, before I could say any more words, she hung up.

I went back into the cab, and was waiting for Mirabel. Fifteen minutes later, I saw a figure coming out of the hostel. I looked closely and discovered it was Mirabel.

I couldn't believe my eyes, she was looking like a goddess, she was wearing a red dress which was a stunning masterpiece that perfectly accentuated her curves.

The dress was a deep, rich red color that seemed to glow in the light, and it was made of a luxurious silk fabric that hugged her body in all the right places.

The gown was floor length, with a subtle train that flowed behind her as she moved. The neckline was very deep, exposing a good amount of her cleavages.

The sleeves were long and fitted, with a slight flare at the wrist that added a touch of drama to the overall design. As Mirabel moved, the dress seemed to shimmer and shine, catching the light and sending shivers of admiration through me.

Mirabel's hair, makeup, shoes, and bag all perfectly complemented her stunning red gown. Her dark hair was styled in loose, flowing waves that cascaded down her back, with a few strategically-placed strands framing her face.

Her makeup was understated yet elegant, with a focus on enhancing her natural features rather than making a bold statement.

Her lips were painted a deep red shade that matched her dress, and her eyes sparkled with subtle hints of eyeshadow and mascara.

On her feet, Mirabel wore a pair of high heeled silver sandals that added a touch of glamour to her overall look.

Her bag was a small, sleek clutch in a matching silver color, which she carried discreetly in one hand as she moved.

Overall, she looked absolutely breathtaking, and I couldn't help but feel proud to be her escort for the evening.

I rushed out of the cab and waved at her so she could see me, and she did. She came towards me, and I gently took one of her hands, and placed a light kiss at the back of the hand.

“You look incredible and radiant”........I complimented, and she blushed.

“Thank you”.......she replied in a whisper.

I stepped aside, opening the car door for her to step into the cab first, then joined her.

The driver zoomed off, and we were on our way to the party. I couldn't take my eyes off Mirabel, and she caught me a few times checking her out and will always smile.

We arrived at the party just shy of 10pm, and the celebration was already in full swing.

After greeting the birthday girl and exchanging introductions, I escorted Mirabel to a quiet spot where we could settle in and enjoy the festivities.

I decided to be proactive and ordered a bottle of Magic Moment and a large pack of Hollandier yoghurt from the waiter, not wanting to rely on the host's arrangements since I wasn't a directly invited guest.

As the party continued into the early hours, reaching around 1 a.m., I noticed a familiar figure approaching us from the entrance. 

My eyes widened in surprise as I realized who it was. someone I hadn't expected to see at the party, and whose presence caught me completely off guard.

I gently nudged Mirabel, who was already giggling uncontrollably and thoroughly entertained by the MC's humor, her tipsiness evident in her carefree laughter.

“You didn’t tell me Charlotte will be here”.......I asked her.

“You didn’t ask me if Charlotte was going to be here.........Moreover where is she?”........she replied, looking around.

I subtly gestured towards the approaching figure, and Mirabel's eyes followed, fixing on Charlotte, who looked absolutely breathtaking, her outfit a true showstopper.

“Is there a problem? Are you guys dating?”.........Mirabel asked unperturbed.

“No….. but……”.........I started to say something before she hushed me.

“Then there is no problem”........she whispered.

Mirabel's words trailed off as Charlotte arrived at our table, her timing eerily coinciding with the end of Mirabel's sentence.

“I have been asking around for you”........Charlotte said, hugging Mirabel who was already standing for a hug.

“I also asked after you, but Victoria, our birthday girl, said she hasn’t seen you”.........Mirabel replied.

“Yea I came a bit late”.........Charlotte replied, sitting beside me without saying a word to me.

I feigned indifference, focusing my attention on the stage as I took a sip from my cup, deliberately ignoring Charlotte's presence.

“You guys don’t wanna say a word to each other or do I need to introduce the both of you?.......Okay then, Pascal this is Charlotte, my former roommate the one you came to look for last semester and Charlotte this is Pascal, my very good friend”

 “He once came to look for you in our former room when you were already packed out. That said, I will pretend like the both of you don’t exist until you start talking to each other”........Mirabel concluded turning to face the stage.

“Don’t mind him, he knows that I’m angry with him. I didn’t know he could be very mean and heartless”........Charlotte blurted out, rolling her eyes at me.

“Hmmm!! mean and heartless abii? I agree with you on that”........Mirabel said, and she chuckled.

“And this is a case of pot calling kettle black right?”...…...I fired at Charlotte, glaring at her.

“It’s just that I don’t know why I can’t stay mad at you, if not, I already made up my mind never to talk to you again”........Charlotte replied.

“You both should just stop it already, whatever transpired between you guys should be left for another day. You guys shouldn’t spoil this party for me”.........Mirabel said aggressively.

To Be Continued.........

TIDES OF LUST (Episode 28)

The next morning, Sandra woke up and was acting cold towards me. I tried asking her what the problem was, but she didn't respond to me.

When we left my lodge together, we didn't speak to each other until we got to school, and went to our various departments.

I had only two lectures on Monday, so I was heading home when Charlotte called me again. She had just arrived on campus and wanted to meet up, asking where I was.

I informed Charlotte that I was on my way home, but she asked me to wait for her outside her old hostel instead. I was curious about what could be so pressing that she needed to discuss it in person.

Approximately ten minutes passed before I spotted Charlotte stepping out of a taxi. I waved to catch her attention from beneath the shed where I was standing, and she walked over to join me.

“You sounded urgent earlier, what’s the emergency?”........I asked as she sat beside me.

“And you couldn't wait for me to settle down first? not even pleasantries?”.........she teased.

“Sorry about that, good evening and how are you?”........I asked.

“I am fine thank you”...... she replied.

After exchanging a few friendly greetings, I inquired about the sudden urgency to meet up with me, curious about what was on her mind.

“Can we find somewhere to relax and talk?”........she suddenly asked.

“I was headed home before you called, but since you are already here now, let’s go to the cafè”........I replied.

“Since you are already going home, why don’t we go to your place together?”........she suggested, and I caught a mischievous smile on her face, before it faded away.

I was taken aback when Charlotte proposed accompanying me to my lodge. 

Moreover, given Sandra's abrupt departure that morning, I was uncertain if she would return, making the situation even more awkward.

Despite my repeated attempts to reach Sandra, she ignored my calls. Ever since Charlotte's phone call the previous night, Sandra's demeanor towards me had become distant and frosty.

“See Charlotte, I think I would rather not take you to my house. Let’s just go to the cafè”..........I concluded, after deliberating in my mind.

“But why? don’t you want me to know where you stay?”........she asked, with a sad expression on her face.

“It’s not like I don’t want you to know my house. I just don't want to be too forward with you”.........I replied.

“Okay then. if you say so”........she shrugged.

We boarded a cab and made our way to Perk-up café, the same cozy spot where we shared our first date.

As Charlotte and I stepped out of the taxi outside the café, I was stunned to see Sandra emerging from the entrance. She froze in her tracks, her eyes locked on us, as we approached her.

I caught a glimpse of the shock and surprise on Sandra's face, but she swiftly masked it with a forced smile, attempting to conceal her true emotions.

When Charlotte and I walked to where Sandra stood, I wanted to walk pass her, and pretend I didn't see her, but she held my arm firmly, and further hugged and kissed me right in front of Charlotte.

After doing that act with me, she gave Charlotte a condescending glance, then she left without saying a word to me.

I expected her to ask me for the keys to my lodge, but she didn’t. This is the same Sandra that was being cold to me since morning and wasn't even taking my calls.

I know the hug and kiss Sandra did to me was to intimidate Charlotte and send a message to her. Let's say, she was trying to mark her territory in front of Charlotte.

Now seated comfortably inside the café, Charlotte finally spoke up, breaking the silence that had fallen between us since our unexpected encounter with Sandra.

“Who is that girl?”.........she confronted me, with an unpleasant look on her face.

“She is a friend of mine”.........I muttered nonchalantly.

“A friend you said? and she had to do all that to you? Did she have to hug and kiss you to show everybody that she is your very good friend? And didn’t she see that you are with someone?”.........she exasperated.

I glared at her, she was beginning to make me inpatient and feel irritated. Why does she think she has the right to question who I mingle with?

“What is your problem Charlotte? Is it the hug and kiss or the fact that she did it before you?”.........I blurted out angrily but she looked away from me, and was mute.

“You don’t have to be pissed over nothing”........I mumbled.

“So that action of hers out there means nothing to you right?”........she grumbled.

“Believe me it’s nothing serious, worse things are going on between us behind closed doors so don’t just get pissed over nothing. Truth be told, she is the reason why I didn’t want us to go to my house, I don’t have to spell what that means out to you”.........I said bluntly, without remorse.

“Even at that, does she have to show it to everybody or flaunt it to my face?”.........she said, with an indignant tone.

“Well, I apologize on her behalf, and to be honest she meant no harm”.........I said nonchalantly.

“You know what, I don’t think I'm in the best mood to discuss anything with you.....we would see some other time”.........she said coldly.

“Okay then, if you say so”........I shrugged.

Charlotte stood up and l watched her leave the cafè. After some minutes I requested for a bottle of yogurt and two meat pies from a waiter.

When I was done eating, I left the cafè, and strolled to my apartment.

Upon arriving home to find my room unlocked, I immediately suspected that Sandra had let herself in using the spare key I had given her, as she hadn't asked for my key when we met up earlier.

Upon entering my room, the sound of the shower caught my attention. After changing, I ventured into the kitchen, where a steaming plate of fried rice sat on the counter. With no signs of cooking, it seemed Sandra had ordered food instead.

As I stood in the kitchen, Sandra emerged from the bathroom, a look of surprise flashing across her face as she took in my presence.

“When did you come in?”.........she asked.

“Five minutes ago, I saw the door slightly open, you didn’t bolt it well”........I replied.

“Okay then, the food is for you”.........she said, pointing to the food in front of me, and she walked away.

“Have you eaten?”........I yelled from the kitchen.

“Yes”.........she yelled back from the room.

I devoured the fried rice in the kitchen, then headed back to the room, where I found Sandra fully dressed and poised to depart.

“You are leaving already?”.......I asked.

“Yes”......she replied glacially.

“What is wrong with you Sandra? What is the problem? You have been giving me some cold attitude since last night, why?”........I asked worriedly.

“Nothing, just haven’t been in the right mood”........she replied, avoiding my gaze.

“Come on, stop lying to me.......I know you too well Sandra, Why not tell me what the problem is let’s talk about it and get it over and done with?”.........I muttered.

“You are sure you really want to know what the problem is?”.......she asked.

“Yes, tell me”........I replied.

“What is it with you and that girl again?”........she confronted me, staring at me intently.

“You mean Charlotte?”.......I asked.

“Yes Charlotte or whatever her name is”.......she lashed out.

“Is it because of Charlotte that you’ve been acting cold towards me since yesterday?”.........I asked with incredulity.

“That doesn’t answer my question”........she snapped.

“Fine, there is nothing between us. It’s just like I told you yesterday. She wanted us to meet and talk about something”........I explained.

“All of a sudden she calls and wants to talk about something and you willingly obliged?

What is wrong with you? What is your problem? Aren't you over this girl yet? 

Can’t you for once say NO? You know what? I won't stop you from whoever you want to roll with, but if you are going to start rolling with that chick, then I’m off your lane”........she counterattack, her eyes misty with tears.

“What does that mean?”.......I asked, in a low tone.

“Just like it sounds”.........she riposted, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.

I stood up from the bed, and I walked up to her pulling her close to my chest, and trying my best to pacify her.

“Sandra come on, there is nothing between me and Charlotte. We couldn’t even talk about anything today. She got pissed when I told her about us. There is nothing between Charlotte and I, believe me”........I assured her, rubbing her back gently.

After a tender moment in each other's arms, where time seemed to stand still and the world around us melted away, she slowly pulled back from me, her eyes locking onto mine with a deep affection.

Then with a gentle smile, she leaned in and sealed everything with a passionate, lingering kiss that left me breathless and yearning for more.

As the evening drew to a close, Sandra expressed her desire to return home, and I obligingly escorted her to the junction.

When we got to the junction, I waited for her to get a cab, before leaving. A cab finally came, and she got in and waved me goodbye.

As we shared a gentle goodbye, the subtle yet unmistakable language of her eyes and the softness of her smile spoke volumes.

It was a moment of unspoken understanding, and I was left with little doubt that Sandra's feelings for me had blossomed into something more profound.

No prophetic insight or intuitive leap was required to discern the truth. Sandra was, without a doubt, deeply in love with me.

To Be Continued..........

TIDES OF LUST ( Episode 27)

As soon as school resumed, I quickly returned to campus, seeking refuge from the constant annoyance of my siblings.

It's a familiar pattern that students often return to school a week later than the scheduled date for school resumption.

 I got a head start, spending a week and a few days on campus before the rest of the students began to trickle in.

It was my final year, and I had numerous challenges ahead. I returned to school without Sandra's car, opting to leave it at home since she hadn't resumed yet, and I didn't see the need to bring it back to campus.

I remained in close touch with Sandra and Evelyn. Sandra informed me that she planned to return to school on Sunday, two weeks after the semester had begun, while Evelyn remained undecided about her return date.

Mirabel also updated me on her plans, letting me know that she intended to return to school by the middle of the third week of resumption.

On the second Friday of the semester, I received a frantic message from Jenny, ordering me to drop everything I was doing, and come home at once.

After receiving Jenny's urgent message, I attempted to call her, but she didn't answer. I tried reaching everyone at home, but no one picked up.

Growing increasingly 🫦 and unsure of what to expect, I quickly packed my bags and headed home from school.

Upon arriving home, I anticipated a scene of chaos or a gathering of people, but instead, I found only Jenny and Sandra seated calmly in the living room.

I felt a surge of anger mixed with shock when I discovered that Jenny had pulled off another prank on me, manipulating me into rushing home for no reason.

Sandra jumped up from her seat and hurriedly wrapped her arms around me, embracing me warmly. 

Meanwhile, Jenny, sensing my irritation, quickly retreated to her room, abandoning Sandra and me together.

Sandra and I held each other's gaze for a lengthy period of time. I was really speechless, having no idea of what to say to her. I wasn't even expecting to see her.

“I missed you so much”........she whispered, breaking the silence between us.

“I missed you too......I thought you said you would be coming back on Sunday?”..........I asked curiously.

“Yes I did, but I changed my mind.......I wanted to surprise you”........she replied.

“Since when did you come back?”......I asked.

“I came back late last night”.......she replied.

“Why didn’t you tell me, I would have come to pick you”........I replied, trying to show concern.

“It was meant to be a surprise for you, that’s why I didn’t call”........she muttered.

“So It’s you and Jenny that planned this abi?”........I asked, with a slight frown on my face.

“No oh, I didn't plan anything with her oh”.........she replied, letting out a chuckle.

“Yeye boy, I planned it all, come and beat me”........Jenny yelled behind me.

I turned towards her, and glared at her. Seeing the unpleasant look on my face, she laughed loudly, and quickly ran into her room.

I took a deep breath, and turned towards Sandra to continue our conversation.

“I'm sorry about that, so how was your journey?”.......I asked.

“it was smooth”.......she replied.

Sandra and I exchanged a quick kiss, then we rushed to my room upstairs to have a quickie, since no one was at home apart from Jenny.

While we were at it, Sandra covered her mouth with a pillow, so as to suppress the sound of her moans. And I was also careful enough not to make any sound, until we were done.

After we were done having a quickie, we came downstairs like nothing happened, I didn't bother to go back to school.

 I spent time with Sandra and my family until Sunday before Sandra and I left for school.

I gave Sandra a ride back to her apartment, and she was pleased to discover that it was largely organized, with only a few things to put in place.

After she did the little dusting and changing of bed spreads, we settled for a bottle of Andre from her fridge. As we drank, we talked about the holiday and everything else.

After we were done with the drink, we left her apartment together, and we went to my lodge.

Upon arriving at my lodge, Sandra cooked up a delicious dish of oriental fried noodles.

As we savored the meal together, she inquired about Evelyn and teased me about whether I had already begun to develop any romantic feelings for her.

I confessed to Sandra that my emotions towards Evelyn were unclear and ambiguous.

However, upon reflection, I realized that what I felt for Evelyn was more akin to sympathy and compassion rather than romantic affection.

Surprisingly, Sandra didn't try to convince me to love Evelyn or be emotionally attached to her. She only shrugged, and changed the topic, which I was even grateful for.

After the meal, we both relaxed back to see some movies on her phone. I somehow dozed off while watching the movie with her.

Some hours later, I woke up to Sandra's mouth or my Rod. It must have been the sensation that woke me.

When she noticed I was now awake, she stopped the mouth pleasure, and her gaze fixated on me, with a warm smile on her face.

“I thought you wouldn’t wake up”........she said, almost in a whisper.

“And I guess this is the best way to wake me up hunh”.......I said gently.

I turned to look at the time, It was some minutes past 11pm.

Sandra held my rod for a while, before putting it back into her mouth.

The sensation going through me from her mouth job had already awakened all my dizzy senses, and I was now very much active.

I quietly watched as she worked on my rod. She would tickle the tip of my rod with her tongue, then flicker her tongue round the cap of my rod like it was a lollipop.

Although I was enjoying the mouth pleasure from Sandra, but I needed more foreplay. I gently pulled her up from my rod, and turned her around.

She already knows the drill, so she bent down resting her upper body on the bed with her ass pushed up. 

She is just super professional in setting her ass for a perfect doggy.

I robbed my rod on her wet entrance before sliding it inside her kitty. She pushed her ass back to meet my thrust half way while she clenched tight to the pillow.

I started ramming into her wet kitty very slowly before increasing the cadence. In her usual way, she was already screaming down the roof while I was drilling her from behind.

I kept thrusting for some minutes before my cûm came rushing into her. After blowing all my fluids into her, I relaxed back on the bed while she went flat breathing heavily.

After a while, she got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When she came back, she kissed me and laid on me. And we drifted off to sleep.

The piercing ring of my phone jolted me awake just after midnight, leaving me wondering who could be calling at such an ungodly hour.

I silently dismissed the call to avoid disturbing Sandra's peace, only to be interrupted again by the insistent ringing of my phone just moments later.

As the phone rang again, Sandra shifted away, turning her back to me. Curiously, I picked up the phone and checked the caller ID, only to be astonished that it was Charlotte on the other end, the first surprise of the semester.

I picked the call, so as to listen to what she has to say to me at the ungodly hour.

“It’s late already you know, why do you have to call me at this time?”........I said in a whisper.

“I know, and I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep”........she apologized.

“No problem, what’s up, hope everything is ok with you?”.........I asked.

“I’m good and everything is cool. How about you?”........she asked.

“I’m good”........I replied nonchalantly.

“You forgot about me, that’s not fair on your part”.........she complained.

“Charlortte, don't you think it's late for this kind of conversation?”........I asked, feeling irritated already.

“Ok fine, are you back to school?”........she asked.

“Yes, any problem?”........she asked.

“No not really, I will be coming back tomorrow and will like us to meet up”.........she requested.

“Is there any problem?”........I asked again.

“No, there is something I would like to discuss with you”........she muttered.

“Well, I don’t know how my schedule for tomorrow will be, but let’s just see how it goes......i will call you if I'm free”........I replied.

“Okay, tomorrow then. I will call you when I get to school”........she mentioned.

“Ok then”.......I replied.

“sorry for disturbing your sleep once more, sleep tight”........she apologized again.

“You too”........I replied, and then I hung up.

After the call between Charlotte and I ended, I was about to cuddle Sandra when she stirred up.

“That’s Charlotte right?”........she asked, turning over to face me.

“Yes, it's her”.......I replied.

“What does she want from you?”........she asked.

“I have no idea either, she said she wants to talk to me about something”........I explained.

“Is that why she called you this late? Couldn’t she wait until morning?”.........she retorted.

Before I could respond to her, she turned her back against me. It was beginning to seem to me like she wasn't happy about Charlotte's call.

I became somehow scared to cuddle Sandra, so I simply left the bed, and laid on the floor, to continue my sleep.

To Be Continued............