Just before the bullet found its mark, Remi had a flashback of the flash bang and Lade squeezing her eyes shut before squeezing the trigger. She hadn’t thought Lade would have the guts to shoot when Lade returned. Where had she found the gun she was now holding and pointing with shaky fingers?
Lade had run out of the room with a cry when Remi confirmed the truth about her lover.
“Yes, Lade. We are lovers. Shola really couldn’t stand your mushy behavior, that’s why I’m the one telling you.”
Lade looked down. Remi’s gaze was piercing.
Lade was shocked!
“Shola and I are lovers!” Remi blurted after a while.
Lade wondered if it was because she hadn’t been able to make it to Taqua bay for the sleep over, Shola had refused to hug her when they passed each other just now…and this was the third time it was happening. Shola was acting funny.
Shola was neighbors with Lade and Remi who were room mates…and Lade was hopelessly in love with Shola.
Shola came to see Lade every now and then and was on gisting levels with Remi. Lade had to go home on the day they planned to spend a night on Taqua Bay because her mum needed her. It was a satisfied Shola however, that left Taqua bay with Remi. Remi had agreed to the relationship after Shola explained how she couldn’t stand Lade’s mushy mushy, this also translated to their sex life.
“She can’t even take a good head. Before I touch her she has come, before I put tongue, she has come. I don’t get any satisfaction! But you, Remi…”
Shola stroked Remi’s thigh sensually for the umpteenth time that day. She had started it while they were on the beach and continued when they retired to the Beach Guest house.
“It’s hard to believe you haven’t done this before.” Shola concluded after a sigh, squeezing a soft thigh. Remi could only smile weakly. She’d just had a tremendous orgasm that left her drained. This was her second orgasm since she had been sexually activated. As she spent her self, grabbing handfuls of Shola’s hair and pushing the head down hard against her arched, shivering pelvis, Remi thought to herself that the guys she had been with before now were rookies when it came to giving a girl a head.
Shola’s wet tongue was taking Remi’s senses to new heights, exploding frontiers. This sexual orientation and preference wasn’t new in Nigeria. Remi recalled stories about such sexual experiences told to her by her sister during her dormitory days in Idia College.
Now, Remi had had a few steamy and erotic “sexions” with some daring guys in her department (one of them responsible for her first orgasm); but as Shola’s tongue traced a meandering path from her right nipple down to her navel, lingering there for a while before proceeding down south, Remi dug her fingers into Shola’s rich and expensive Brazilian weave-on, thinking to herself that never had she thought a female could give her such pleasures.
And as the warm darkness enveloped her, never in her wildest dreams did she think that it would lead to her demise…at the shaking, gun smoking hands of her own sister; sweet, emotional Lade…