My eyes quickly scrutinize her figure. She is wearing a mini skirt and a thin harmless blouse which has been made see-through by the rain, and one can see a good portion of her bosoms from her string vest. Before I say anything she greets me, and she says she was coming from somewhere and the rain started when she had walked faraway. She decided to come here because our place is the closest shelter.
“I am feeling cold,” She says, shivering indeed, “I need to meet Lara to get me a dry cloth and I will be leaving immediately the rain stops.”
“Oh, you don’t bother yourself with too much explanation,” I say, “just come in and change. It’s really cold … Although your friend is not at home.”
The look on her face shows that she is disappointed or she would feel uncomfortable with only me around. She shrugs her shoulders hopelessly and follows after me as I climb the staircase.
I direct her to Lara’s bedroom as we get inside.
“Thank you, sir.” she says.
”Just feel at home.” I say to her as I resume my seat.
I switch on the TV, and I change the station to MTV base. I can see a considerable difference in this wide flat-screen in comparison to the small one I was using before. I have changed all the things in my apartment since I acquired my wealth. I have discarded my old furniture for imported ones. I can see my clear image through the grey imported tiles. I have changed the whole interior walls from cream colour to white and the colour goes with my white couches with curved silver arms; same thing on my glassy center table with silver curvy legs. in short my apartment now looks like a paradise. Although the decoration doesn’t suit my taste like the one I would have in my own mansion.
The young lady, or sexy Debby as Lara would address her, soon joins me in the sitting room. She is now wearing one of Lara’s modest gowns. She is seated in the couch right opposite me. She crosses her legs and focuses her attention on the TV.
Some minutes later, my eyes stray to her direction as I think I hear a sound from somewhere. Then I realize that the girl has diverted her attention away from the music video. She turns her head sharply towards the TV as our eyes are about to meet. Who knows how long she has been staring at me? Maybe I need to leave the sitting room for her. I don’t think I’m a type of man that takes advantage of women. Besides that, my Remilekun will be here any moment from now.
In the midst of my thought, I hear a knock at the door. I hear the gateman’s voice again. But this time he opens the door before I get there. Surprisingly he appears with my darling Angel! I almost scream, but I restrain myself. Instead, I simply give her a hug and she fills my cheeks with warm pecks. I help her place her umbrella at one corner by the doorway.
“Hello!” Remilekun waves and smiles at Debby.
She flashes a wave back with a forced smile.
I suppose Remilekun never observes that cold response because she diverts her eyes to the surrounding of my sitting room. And I can see a big smile on her face as she does.
“This place aint bad, after all.” Remilekun says, arching her left hand with pride. On her face I perceive a look that suggests, “It’s manageable; just for the mean time.”
Now my eyes begin to survey Remilekun’s dressing the same way her eyes had surveyed my sitting-room. I think she has a great sense of fashion. She is cladded in a skirt and armless blouse that are made up of ankara and a glamorous European stuff. The purple dress matches her handbag and her high-heels. She is blessed with a robust butt and perfect hips.
“Show me around!” She says.
She walks abreast of me while crossing her arm into mine as if somebody is about to snatch me away from her.
“Is that your sibling you told me about?” She asks me as I show her the kitchen.
“No. she is not around,” I say with a look of assurance, “That girl is her best friend. She only came to shelter herself here till the rain stops.”
“I see,” she says, nodding her head.
I can tell from her facial expression that she noticed the girl’s bad manner.
“What did you see?” I ask blankly.
“Never mind.” She wears a naughty smile, moving around to survey the kitchenware.
“You know I am still managing this flat until probably two months’ time.”
“Yes. I understand,” she takes a sigh, “anyway, can I take a shower?”
The question sounds to me like a rhetorical question. Who am I to say NO to such a honorable request?
“Yes, why not?” I say with a welcoming smile.
She must be a carefree lady. Otherwise how can a woman request to bathe in a man’s house on the first visit! I wonder if I should ask her if she hadn’t bathed in her house in the morning, but I dare not. It is indeed a pleasure to me.
“But … I have prepared your delicacies. You need to check them out after shower.”
“Hell no!” she laughs, “you did prepare a food for me?”
“No,” I shake my head, surprised by the outburst, “Lara did.”
“Why? you mean a man can’t cook well?” I query her with a mirthful look.
“Not that, dear. I don’t mind if you are the best chef in the world. Men shouldn’t cook for me, except for those at eateries. And don’t ask me why.”
I chuckle at that. It is unlike a girl of her status to utter such a statement. I guess she is a disciplined girl. That’s the kind of girl I’ve been dreaming of.
“Okay. Lara did.” I emphasize.
“Alright. I am stuffed already. I will take just a little.”
At last Remilekun asks me to wait for her in the sitting room while she takes a shower.
Sometime later, I hear her calling my name and I walk towards where the voice is calling from. I eventually locate her voice inside the bedroom.
She has already dressed up, sitting close to the standing mirror with her sophisticated make-up kits. She is adding a pink grease on her lips. She is looking ravishing with all the moderate applications on her face. Although she still looked strikingly beautiful without them a while ago.
“Could you help me zip up this?” She points her finger towards her back.
“Why not?” I move close to help her, but immediately the zip is up I hear, “Ouch!”
“What is it, dear?” I ask softly.
“Please, please, draw it down again,” She says painfully with a babyish voice, “It has hooked my skin. Do it gently.”
Now I am drawing it down slowly, and suddenly I feel a grab on my hand. Remilekun is holding my arms from over her shoulders, and she seems to be maneuvering them to where I don’t know. Somehow I act in accordance to the destination. Finally I find my two hands on her grape-shaped bosoms. She turns her face up to me; desires sparking in her eyes. The word I can read out of her eyes is, “Come into me.”
I understand her. But I never had that in mind being her first visit here. Then like a petrol on a dying fire my sexual urge begins to burn with rage. I become harder than ever before. I draw her up gently from the seat without saying a word, or rather I am saying something with my eyes. Things like, “Baby, I am coming.”
Gently she presses her lips into mine. We are both thirsty for the watery milk that lay buried in our tongues and lips. From our nostrils we exchange warm breaths which make our spirit become one. Her eyes are tightly shut, but mine are partially closed. She soon wraps her arms over my head, pushing it slowly towards her luscious grapes. I never knew, until now, that her top had been stripped down. Neither did I know when she stripped off the cups that are masking those tempting globes. in a breathy voice she urges me to feed on them. As I obey my mistress a loud moan rises high into the air.
A little later she whispers another instruction into my ear, “I would like it if you eat me before you occupy me … that’s why I had a shower.”
I smirk … Is that not a cunny language for the habit brought by the white men – using my tongue to play with the honey well …she deserves that from me. What with that pure skin that is not different from a fresh apple.
In the end, I carry out the instruction beyond what my mistress could imagine.
After we both take a shower we set to the dinning. By now the rain has stopped. Debby is no longer there. I can see Remilekun’s eyes fixed on me; smile on her face. I urge her to continue eating and she seems to be eating the food with passion. I am amazed that she could finish the food she claimed she would only nibble at.
When we are done eating I see her rummaging her bag for something. At last she brings out the holy Bible.
“Swear to me,” she says to me, almost with tears in her voice, “ that you will never meet any woman after me.”
She further says that I am the second man that would see her private world.
I have confirmed that – just like a narrow road that has never been trodden by any foot.
She tells me about the guy that made her a woman who later broke her heart while she was on campus. She says the young man left her for a lady that is not up to her standard.
“Some men have no heaven!” She continues with pressure in her tone; tears run down her cheeks, “ and many of them are blind … I have once promised myself that I wouldn’t meet any other man till my wedding night. But I don’t know what charm you have used on me.”
I am lost for words at her agony. I know how she feels. The same way I felt when Titi left me for a rich man. But her own case is different because her father is affluent.
I hold the Bible which she had already stretched at me. We both hold it at equal length. She asks me to swear that I would never cheat on her or leave her till death do us apart and same thing applies to me – then we both swear
Some weeks later, Remilekun’s parents and mine meet for an introduction. I am happy that her parents receive us with joviality. Remilekun and her mother really look alike in terms of elegance and beauty. I get excited when Remilekun’s father says that honourable personalities would be present on our wedding day; such as people in government. They are disappointed that my father is not alive and they pay their condolences. My mother and three relatives are the ones on seat. However, everything ends with merriment. I can see a smile of satisfaction on my mother’s face. She whispers to my ear that Remilekun has a good background unlike Titi whose father is mentally retarded. I am just realizing that Titi had left my life for good according to the heart-breaking letter she left for me.
But two weeks to our wedding day, Remilekun visits my house and she meets me where I am reading my daily times as usual. Soon, a shocking news unfolds before my eyes. I can’t resist the tears that ooze out of my eyes.
“Honey, what is it?” Remilekun asks with shock in her voice.