I stood by the door, my heart shockily beating normal at the sight of my fiance buck naked. “I suppose next you are going to tell me this is not what it look like?”
Richard used both his hands to cover his semi erect penis, blocking Jumoke from sight. “Actually, it truly is´nt what you are thinking….”
“Save it Richard.” I used my teeth to pull off the ring he had given me two weeks back. I had every right to display my usual drama queen stunts but to be completely honest, I felt more relieved than upset. “Go on, take it.” I tossed it at him.
“Send over my things to my apartment.” I said calmly and I could tell from the expression on his face that I had completely shocked him by not being dramatic.
“Let me…” He began but I stopped him with my left palm out. What was the point anyways? Sure I had some kind of feelings for him and naturally I should be angry and smoke up the place. But work today had been tiring and all I wanted to do was have a quiet dinner, take a really cold shower and just curl up in my bed with the air conditioning on full chill effect. And okay so maybe, just maybe I had dabbled a bit in the cheating department, but that was way before he proposed. I took a good look at the girl (yes I wanted to see who he was cheating with….a neccessary evil some might say). Okay so she was gorgeous and had boobs like Sheba still I should feel some kind of anger. But I did not and I think that was my wake up call. I was´nt in love with the man I was going to marry and he too I bet had no strong love whatsoever for me, but we had respected each other and maybe that was a good thing. I took off my copy of his house key from my key chain and tossed that at him. I did not look back, what was the point? It was´nt like I was heart broken and swearing to hate all men for eternity. Gosh no, I liked sex too much to hate men and let´s face it, I would be a terrible lesbian.
Getting home, I noticed the blue Ford truck parked by my house and almost choked. What the bloody hell was he doing here and how did he find my apartment and today of all days? I honked for Isa to open the gates and as he did, Ford truck walked in, and I noticed Isa was about to harrass him. “No Isa, let him in.” I didnt stop to see if he was coming in, I knew he was, duh!
Inside, I switched on the lights, did a quick peruse of the room, great! Checked my face in the decorative mirror hanging close to the kitchen entrance. Hair: check, eye shadow: check, my lip gloss: shoot! Needs recoating!
“You have been avoiding me.” Ford truck said, folding his tall frame to my pink sofa and I got to admit, he sure looked dashing in his white tshirt with the Nigerian map carved out on the front with a red ankara fabric and baggy cargo shorts. His long bare legs had me thinking of what we did the last time we were together and for goodness sake, I almost had an orgasm from the imagination.
“I have?” I asked, tongue-in-cheek. He had no idea what just the sight of him was doing to me (or maybe he did) but I really needed to douse myself in that cold shower I had been thinking about.
“I spent a good month trying to find out who you were.”
“You did?” I needed a distraction, and I needed one fast. What was it about this man that had me breaking out in orgasmic sweat? I mean he was no Chiwetel Ejiofor, but goodness, he was gorgeous and I needed so badly to touch him.
“Go ahead.” He said, getting up and coming towards me. I moved away slowly from him.
“You cannot resist me.” He whispered in my ear and for the first time, I was tongue tied. He had figured that out just by looking at me? Oh boy, was I in big trouble or what.
“Go ahead…” He said, his lips barely touching my ear. “You know how much you need to.” He kissed me lightly, so very lightly and I could have sworn he did nothing.
But there it was, the feathery touch of his lips against my skin. Then he went and took a bite on my neck and that did it for me. I stood on tip toe and hoisted myself into his arms, locking my ankles behind him and kissing him like my whole life depended on it. Which at this particular moment, it did. Our tongues danced in the age old fashion of a hard kiss that left us both panting for air when I released his mouth.
“Point me to your room. Now.”
I did not hesitate. What was the point? I needed this as much maybe more than he did and its not like we promised anything to each other. I remember what my friend Ndifreke used to say: Abeg abeg abeg,men don dey finish for this country o. No shakara games any more mbok!
Sure I had grown up in a family where tradition was basically important and we kids were ruled by it. My mother had been a disciplinarian and had at an early age taught me to be independent especially growing up in a house with four brothers. I remember friends frightened by my mum more than my dad and no one prayed to be on the recieving end of Eka Mfon´s wrath. When other parents warned their kids to never have sex, Eka Mfon told her brood to use protection when the urge to bring out their stupid dicks arose or when I felt the need to let every Okon, Etim and Ubong to play with my vagina. When every mother scolded their kids about accepting gifts from strangers, Eka Mfon used her eyes and lips to express her views. When most parents taught their kids not to fight, well, she had a long koboko for any one of us who did not win the fight.
Ford truck deposited me on my bed, pink sheets and all and I could´nt help grinning at the fact that I had a beside drawer filled with condoms. I and Richard were almost always making love and aside from being safe in sex, I was not ready to be a mother. I wanted to get married first before babies, not the other way round or Eka Mfon would so skin my behind. As he took his clothes off, I slithered to the drawer and grabbed a handful of shiny condom wraps and tossed them at him. He grinned, pulled out his wallet and tossed all the condom wraps that were inside and we both laughed. Done undressing and sheating himself, he pulled me by my legs towards him and impaled me the minute his erect penis touched me and gosh it was incredible. I was going to scream when he covered my mouth with a deep kiss that sent strong shivers down my spine. He lifted me up, his palm holding my butt as he went in deeper and I was overcome with a strong feeling of euphoria and ecstacy and for me, that was a pretty strong combination. At that moment, I was wanton and didnt care; I just wanted him so bad and my finger nails clawing at his back was all the proof he needed to set a stronger pace.
I sank my teeth into the skin of his shoulder and he growled out loud, deftly flipping me over to sit astride him, letting me set the new pace, his large hands on my boobs as I rode him. My knees bent at his hips, he leaned forward, taking my erect nipples in his mouth and gosh I could feel the heat emanating from his mouth on to my skin. I could have sworn my boobs swelled three times their original size. Now do not get me wrong, my boobs did not come out the typical Afican woman way but I was no spring chicken in that department and could very well carry off a good tank top.
Ford truck held me close as he was hit by a strong orgasm and that brought on mine. I held him tight as he kissed me deeply, his hands caressing my bare back. After a while, I let go and asked him if he was hungry.
“We just had the best sex of our lives and your first question is about food?” He laughed. “You are incredible.”
“Thank you, I do feel incredible.” I lifted one shoulder to my cheek and then winked at him. “Want to go again?”
He grinned, getting up and showing off his male glory. “I have a better idea. Let´s take a shower together.”
I smiled at him and realized this was where I wanted to be, with him, every day for the rest of my life. We had met a few months ago. I had just driven my father to the hospital in Lekki for his routine check up after his stroke. Ford truck had just driven in at about the same time we did. It took me only but a second to get hit by a whiff of sexual attraction. Then we met again a company dinner I attended with a cousin from my mother´s side. Yes, we had ended up in his hotel room. I remember my cousin asking me if he was Okon or Etim and we had burst out laughing.
Now here we were, in our birthday suits, in my apartment and truth be told, I had no idea what I wanted from him, but whatever it was, I knew that the one thing I wanted most was to be with him, have a dozen or so kids for him and build a family(not neccessarily in that order).
He watched me silently and when I looked up to see him staring, I asked him the one question I had never really wanted to know. “What is your name?”
He pulled me up off the bed and kissed me lightly. “My name is Ubong and after a shower I want to take you to dinner. Say yes, please.” He said, his eyes never leaving me.
Did I say this was where I wanted to be? Well okay I did, but just as a reminder, this is so the place I wanted to be.
ETUK JENNIFER, GERMANY
BLOGGER, CRAFTER, WORLD TRAVELLER, FUTURE FARMER