LIFE’S
INTRIGUES (III)
“Meaning that first year female students
are always glad to receive the hand of a guy in upper level, “Chinwe responded
hesitantly as she sat on the foam. “Especially a final year student.” She added
in a jiffy.
Damilola, ‘Dami’ as she was fondly
called, was speechless, sat on a plastic reading-chair positioned directly
opposite where her roommate was seated.
“So tell me,” quoth Chinwe. “What level
is he?”
Damilola dished out a dazzling smile, overwhelmed
though. “You have said it all.” She said.
“Meaning?”
“Final year.” She eventually revealed.
“Hmm…” murmured Chinwe. “I am happy for
you.” She uttered. “But, you have to be very careful.”
Damilola was quiet, remained
attentive.
“I mean, extremely careful.” Chinwe
supplemented.
“How?” verified Damilola. “Why?”
“Not all that glitters is gold, of
course.”
Damilola became thoughtful and
jittery. “Alright.” she assented. “I appreciate, because I know you are talking
from experience …”
“And experience remains the best
teacher.” Chinwe interrupted.
The conversation continued for over forty
minutes till they became exhausted, thus retired to the kitchen to fetch their
dinner.
As days unfolded, the 25-year-old
Chukwudi, and Damilola who was 20, became best of friends that they couldn’t do
anything on the campus without involving each other. The pleasant scenario
proceeded to the delight of everyone including Chinwe, the second year student
of Marketing department who was all along acting as a special adviser to the
latter. But, at a point she (Chinwe) became apparently jealous of the
relationship, which could be best described as divine.
* * * * * *
“You are indeed beautiful.” Chukwudi
teased.
“Thank you.” Chinwe responded cheerfully.
“You are handsome too.” She added.
“Sure?”
“Of course.”
The two were having a good time at
Chukwudi’s residence. They agreed to meet via phone call the previous day.
Chinwe – Damilola’s roommate – had succeeded in luring the dude into her net
during one of his numerous visits to their lodge. She had tried seducing him on
one fateful day; the seduction was informed by Damilola’s exit to the kitchen
section; in that occasion, Chinwe sat loosely on their foam so she could trap
Chukwudi who was seated in a plastic chair sited opposite her. She knew she
caught his attention by the move, thus therein demanded for his phone number to
enable them seal the deal thereafter and the chap never hesitated in complying
with the silly request. Barely twenty-four hours after the scene took place,
Chinwe found her way into his one-bedroom apartment situated about ten kilometres
away from their lodge.
“I am just hearing it for the first
time.” said Chukwudi who sat on his foam right in his room.
“That you are handsome?’ verified the
22-year-old Chinwe who was seated on a chair positioned directly opposite the host.
“Yes.”
“You lied.”
“Why did you say so?”
“Because, your handsomeness is
obvious.” She reiterated, stylishly trying to chew her lips in a move to further
seduce the dude.
“Really?”
Definitely.”
She said as she remained on the seat clad in a tight mini-skirt, pink sexy top
and black high-heeled slippers.
Her wears were all doing what they were
assigned to do. Every part of her private parts was relatively visible. Almost
half of her moderately large boobs were outside her bra, and the section that
was inside was yet transparent. Spectacles weren’t needed to see the colour of
the bra, which was equally pink. In the same vein, her panties could be widely
seen from where the host sat as a result of how loosely she was seated coupled
with the fact that the skirt was almost showing every part of her succulently-looking
thighs. To assert the least, her virtually nude body supplemented to her
apparent natural beauty, though could be described as irritating by any decent and
respectable man.
Chukwudi who couldn’t withstand his
sight, stepped to where she sat, squatted, and began to roll his both hands on
the nude laps. She assented to the gesture, considering her countenance and
reaction. Against this backdrop, the dude stood up, calmly lifted her up and
within a twinkle of an eye, she was lying on his foam. It was when she lay that
he saw the other part of her, which was earlier hidden; the shape of her
bum-bum was ‘splendid’ and controversial – well curved. In fifteen minutes
interval, they were through with the tango, thus they lay nakedly beside each
other right on the foam. No doubt, her mission had been duly accomplished.
Afterwards, the secret affair lingered
unabated, with only the knowledge of the sky. The least Damilola could imagine,
let alone think about, was that her seeming lovely and loving roommate cum
adviser was never for her good. Similarly, the least she could dream of was
that Chukwudi ‘of all people’ was cheating on her let alone with her supposed
best friend who could equally be described as her sister.
The forsaken drama proceeded till one
fateful day when she caught them red-handed right in their (the ladies’) room. On
that day, Chukwudi, as usual, had come to check on Damilola without prior
notice not knowing that she wasn’t home. When he was told by Chinwe that
Damilola was yet to return from school, he made a move to take his leave with
the intention of returning later in the day, but Chinwe insisted that he stayed
back. He was left with no choice, hence, he succumbed to the persuasion. One
thing led to another, they initiated a tango right on the innocent foam, and in
the process Damilola walked in.
The funniest part was that they didn’t
even remember to keep the door locked, perhaps due to the inevitable tempo of
the sensation that emanated from the uncalled and unscheduled football match.
“What…?” Damilola shouted the moment
she sighted the scene that could best be described as warfront having kept the
door open.
They hastily separated on hearing the
exclamation, got dressed and felt like retrieving the video as was shockingly
taped by the victim of the circumstance. Chukwudi dashed out of the apartment
and took his leave whilst the devil personified remained on the foam, felt
electrocuted although looked hardened. The rest is history!
** The End **
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