I got home fas-ter than flash. I met Sandra
sitting on a chair in front of my neighbor’s
kitchen. I was glad to see her, it’s been just 4
days or so but it felt like I hadn’t seen her in a
million years. We went inside and hvgged, then
she gave me jui-ce and some apples she brou-ght for
me. We talked about the past few days that we
didn’t see each other.
She told me about how her ex (fiance actually)
was trying to come back into her life and how she
was doing everything possible to turn him down.
Secretly, I hoped she wasn’t turning him down
for my sake, because I was almost certain that
what we had wouldn’t lead to marriage. I was
far from marriage but I couldn’t tell her that
because I didn’t want to hurt her and moreover,
that might cost me the coochie!.
But I did like her though, and she meant more
than $ex to me. Swear down.
I told her that she was right to have rejected
him. Sometimes you have to lie to comfort the
ones you care about. I bought two tubers of yam
from the market as well as some items to prepare
yam and egg-stew. She offered to cook it, I
refused but she still insisted. To settle it, I
decided to make it a duo: I let her be the head
cook while I @ssisted her. We were cooking,
jisting and watching a movie at the same d–n
time! Lol. The title of the movie was “Friday”
starring Chris Tucker and ice cube.
It was a 90’s black comedy heavily influenced by
h!p-hop. Best movie ever!!. This moment was
good… Days of our lives. After we finished
cooking, we ate and then started pla-ying video
games. One of the most amazing things about
Sandra was that she was really open with me, she
tells me everything including her pri-vate life.
That earned her some trust from me because
naturally, I don’t trust Nigerian girls. Lol.
Sometime around 4 p:m, Sandra said she wanted
to take her bath and then head back home, said
she needed to go and check on her mum. My heart
literally sank. Omoh, na so I take miss again
today?!., Well, next time still dey sha. I
continued pla-ying my video game with heavy ra-p
songs blasting throu-gh my speakers.
Sandra c@m£ out of the bathroom tying one of my
towels. Her @as and bo’obs were bouncing
un-derneath. D–n! This girl na fire!. Then she
sat on the be-d, started ru-bbing lotion on her skin
while browsing the internet with her phone (This
girls spends 99% of her time on her phone)
Probably chatting with her multi-ple admirers on
Facebook and co, but who cares? They had her
online, I had her in my room with nothing but my
towel on. I’m winning I guess, but I still hadn’t
I paid her little attention and continued pla-ying
my video game.
Around 10 minutes later, I noticed that she was
still on towel, browsing with her phone. Na wa
oh, no be this girl wey talk say she dey hurry to
go check her sick mum for house?. Naija girls sef,
you can never un-derstand them. I looked at her
legs, d–n! the towel was way too small for her
fat @ss. I could see ba-re th!ghs: S-xy as ever.
Then she dropped the towel from her che-st and
started ru-bbing the lotion on her bo’obs. Omoh
she succulent bo’obs, this girl wan raise my blood
pressure sha. Our eyes met, she was trying h@rd to
conceal a laugh. I dropped my game console and
started crawling slowly to the be-d, towards her.
She gr@bb£d the towel back to her che-st, laughing
I got close to her, she was trying to protect her
goodies with her hands as best as she could.
She sat in an L position: legs on the be-d, back on
the wall. I l@yflat on my stomach just beside
her, one hand ru-bbing her th!ghs and sweet-
talking to her. D–n! Her skin was smooth as
bu-tter and she smelt good too.
I started k!ss!ngon one of her th!ghs and still
ru-bbing the other with my palm. I would k!ssher
from down her knee then move up: towards her
coochie region. But, she would hold my, laughing,
begging me to st©p. All na wash Jare. I would
have st©pped if I could, but I just couldn’t. Lol.
“Corper, plea-se st©p na, I need to go home now.”
Sandra always called me “Corper” and I always
told her that it made me feel casual to her. All
my efforts didn’t change that, so I was gradually
adapting to it. Anyway, none of that mattered
now … I don’t care if called if she called me
anything: corper, papa, or even ‘tata’. I just
wanted to make love to her, right now, if she
would let me. I replied her:
“I know. I just wanna appreciate you for
“We still have a lots of time. I’m not traveling
out of the country”
Omoh, time no dey oh. I no dey trust naija babes
too much, cuz she fit actually travel out. Dey
We laughed. Omoh, as I dey laugh i use style rest
my head on t©p her soft l@ps close to her coochie.
I could smell the sweet scent of her coochie. Oh
lawd!, Sweet scent of sin.
D–n! I’d love to li-ck and hit that, and planned
to do it like I owed her. This would be special.
And yes, I did owe her: for all the care, soul and
companionsh!pshe gave to me. I don’t really
believe in debts and payments when it comes to
relationsh!ps. But then again, one way or the
other, we all pay (sacrifice) in relationsh!ps. I
owed Sandra a good round of ‘S-xvice’ and I was
dying to pay.
* back to the matter at hand*
I started k!ss!ngand l!çk!ng different places on
her th!ghs. I was doing it like I was actually
l!çk!ng her coochie. li-ck and k!ss, different sp©ts.
I am a professor at this art but I did it episode
extra-professionally cuz I wanted to s£nd a
message to her: that I wanted to eat her coochie
and that I was a super-man at it.
Sandra was getting the message, I knew so cuz
her little resistance was beginning to fade. At a
point, she just gave me freedom, no resistance
whatsoever. Hoo-hoo!. h@rd works pays!. Sandra
was still operating her phone but I knew de-ep
down that her mind was in my art, she was
anticipating about what I was gonna do next..
To be continued
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