- “I heard a knock around 8 pm. I knew it was Sandra, I let her in.
She brought me beverages, canned drinks and apples. She probably found
out my beverage containers were empty and decided to buy for me. Again, I
was too surprised to say anything… not even “thank you”. I shut the
door and stood still, just looking at her. I remember her saying:
“No, no”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I just don’t understand you”
“No. Your are the only one who understands me right now. That’s why I’m here.”
Then she came forward, and I hugged her. Her bre”asts comforted me but I wasn’t excited. This wasn’t normal. I didn’t even feel like touching her fat @ss. This wasn’t about se*x, at least for now.
She just apologized for something that wasn’t her fault… that was unique. Then she started sobbing and I told her not to cry that I would be there for her. I doubted that though, but I knew I liked her.
I already bought some things for stew so she helped me cook it. Another surprise: she was an excellent cook… and she didn’t look like it, she looked like these blackberry babes that’ll rather just eat out for the rest of their lives. Later on, we took a walk down my street.
Lonely, bright night. While we walked we talked about everything. Sandra was actually almost perfect, I wondered why her boyfriend left her. Maybe it was the se”x because that was the only side that I’m yet to experience. Then we got back home together, watched a movie, started playing ps2 and I think I just left her and decided to have some rest. I was enjoying her company and oddly, it meant more to me than se”x.
This girl was different but I was not in love. My feelings are never deep. At night, I woke up and found her arms around me… she held me even in sleep. We got closer as days went bye: frequent calls, texts, visits, gifts, hugs and all that but no se”x.
Exactly a week after we met, Sandra decided to pay me a visit as usual.( It was on a Saturday, around 2 pm. She was putting on a short pink gown, simple and s*xy** as ever. I doubt if any Guy would be strong enough to resist the urge of looking at her behind. Too much junk in the trunk.
It was just the two of us in my semi-dark room, watching a TV series. We were lying down in bed, me behind her in a 99 position. I used my elbow to support my head so I could see the TV from behind her.
I placed my hand on her hip, then rubbed her soft, big @$s. She asked me to stop that she wasn’t in the mood for se”x, and it was too early in our relationship. Relationship? Haha! I dey laugh you. Na you and who dey for relationship?.
I stopped rubbing her @$s, got my phone and started playing some Indecency clips.
I had a few Intimate clips, that particularly was on kitten eating… That’s my selling point. The moaning caught her attention and she told me that she’d like to see what I was watching. I gave her my phone and she started watching the clips too.
I noticed that she became a little quiet and paid more attention to the Indecency than the TV series she was watching. Most girls become quieter when they are getting horn’y. I took advantage, placed my hand on her hip, started rubbing her @s$ and this time she didn’t react.
Wow!! See soft sweet nyash!! After like 10 minutes, she asked me to stop that she’d soon be going and that she would hate to leave me with an erect di’ck. We laughed about it… she didn’t leave yet but I had stopped rubbing her as$. I can’t loose my pride over se”x.
However, I’ve learnt that most naija girls say things that they don’t really mean, especially when they are about to get laid. Actually, just smooching her was heaven, I could imagine what it’ll feel like to do the actual f#ckin.
Like 20 minutes later, she dropped my phone and just lay down, watching TV. We weren’t speaking and I knew she was horn*y. The Indecency clips had turned her on. I had stopped smooching her too, so we just lay there, not speaking. We both wanted to get down but we were both too proud to initiate it.
Hours past, Sandra still hadn’t left but she kept saying “i would soon be leaving oh”.
Three hours gone I still hadn’t done “anything” cuz she kept saying she would soon leave and I didn’t want to look like a desperado. It was evening now, probably 5:30 pm when she told me that she wanted to check up uju at my guys place before she finally leaves.
She left and I started playing some music… my soul food. Thirty minutes gone and she still hadn’t come back. Then she flashed my number. I went to my Guy’s room to see what was up. Guess what?
I met my Guy, uju, Sandra getting high on beer and they were smoking wee*d too. Sandra!! I just couldn’t understand this girl. She was good and bad at the same damn time. Ironically, that was actually who I was … good and bad.
Omoh, no time oh, I poured beer for myself and we kept passing wee*d around. David was holding uju, while I was holding Sandra. We were getting high and sharing kisses and caressing each other.
Gangster love, nothing felt better at the time. As hours went bye, We got higher and even crazier. Sandra would gulp a mouth-full of beer and kiss me so we would drink and kiss. We talked, laughed, drank, smoked…It was fun and crazy.
What I loved most was the feeling that Sandra was going to spend the night with me.
Suddenly, uju climbed ontop my Guy and started banging him cowgirl style … nobody cared, we all too high to care. Then Sandra asked me to give her the key to my room that she needed to sleep. Omoh, my Highness kon low small oh… I follow Sandra for back, with my standing abunna dey go my room….
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