Uju came closer to me as she gave me a hug – this she usually does anytime she is in my apartment and wants to retire to her room for the night. I accepted her embrace warmly and she pressed on tightly till I could feel her soft bosom on my chest; I felt a pinch of guilt that someone other than Ebo could make me feel this calm after a long day. Well this could not be infidelity; it would be rude to rebuff a lady that has gone through so much. Her fragile but firm body was a thing to behold. I contemplated where to drop my hands – if I placed them on her back, how would I balance this affection without compromise?
Uju was all the while very warm as one of her hands caressed the length of my back while the other was on my chest. While I was still struggling with the warmth of her embrace and the confusion in my head as to the morality of such pleasure, she gave me a kiss – It was short, blissful and purposeful and I was terribly in torment. Since I met Ebo no one has ever made me feel this way. It was dark, but I saw the light from her soul through her eyes. She rubbed my lips with her thumb, kissed me and caressed my lips.
“Okey no worry, everything go soon settle down, dem go soon allow us enter compound, bad as e bad tomorrow we go…”
‘Grin grin’ my phone started buzzing. I picked it up and it was Ebo.
“Sorry dear I am on my way, I was trying to make sure everything was settled, before I started coming”
“OK love, you know it is past 10, I am getting tired” she yawned, “I was thinking we could you know, play before I go to bed”.
You see play for Ebo implied many things depending on who she was talking to. When Ebo uses the ‘play’ word in a conversation with me, she is trying to spend some alone time with me. She wants to curdle, kiss and sometimes wants me to fondle with her breast. We never had sex as we are both Christians but something tells me that this may not be for long. It is at moments like this I thank God that I didn’t have a house befitting enough for Ebo to feel at home in. Though she pretends that my room in FLAT 22 wasn’t an issue, I know she only tries not to be a burden; you know, make me comfortable as much as she can.
“Okey are you there? Hello…”
“Yes dear, I’d love to play too” I smiled,
She giggled “bad pastor, you are so spoilt”
“Hahahahahaha! Who spoilt me?”
“Ha me am innocent ooo”
“Indeed”, I responded
Uju feeling a bit jealous, started kissing me on my cheek in an attempt to distract me.
“Hello babe, let me call you back” I said, pretending to be vigilant.
“Uju, please stop it, I am in a serious relationship, don’t you know it is wrong for me to be with you like this?”
I took her hand from my back and placed it by her side as we were side by side at this point, leaning against the table with our bum as support. Uju was silent, she took her phone and purse from the table and walked into the street.
It took almost twenty minutes to walk from Toyin street in Oworoh to Queens street in Gbagada, Kofo estate. I saw Ebo waiting at the gate for me as I approached,
“Babe what are you doing outside?” I inquired
“Waiting for you genius” as she tugged my head and wrapped her arms around my neck kissing like her life depended on it. And when she finally did let go, she said, “I love you baby”.
“I love you too, let’s go inside before people start wondering what this homeless guy and chief Kofo’s daughter are doing on the street.” We laughed, making our way to the kofo’s residence.
“Babe your indomie is already cold by now, do you still want to eat?”
“No” I responded, “I ate some fries already”
“Oh really?” she said smiling: “I actually don’t have your indomie anymore, I gave it to uncle Kasa – referring to their gateman; I was worried that it would be too cold for you by the time you got here so I gave it to him”
“Oh I see” I said, smiling at her and holding her firmly by the crest of her waist line just before the bum. I took in her smell, God she was beautiful. Her night dress was a see-through gown but she was wearing a tank top and a bump short.
“Babyyyy, are you even hearing me at all?” she giggled as she tried to take my hands off, knowing where I was going with it behind her.
“Stop joor” she reprimanded with a glee.
“How do you want me to listen when you are so… oh my gosh”
“Hahahahaha!” she laughed, “silly boy, no playing tonight, daddy is upstairs. Come let me show you to Tunde’s room; you can stay there but make sure you leave very early tomorrow.”
I followed as she dragged me to the unoccupied mini flat. She took a key from her pocket, opened the door and motioned, “after you”. I walked in and lingered by the door even as she handed me the keys and placed her hand on my cheek.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come in? This is so suitable for play” I grinned and reached for her breast.
She moaned, “urghhh.”
Stepping back a bit to free her breast from my grip, she responded with the very lines I was desperately scared of: considering what was already happening inside of me –
“I know dear, but I am so in the mood right now and we have to exert self-control for both our good”.
“Gosh! This is not happening” I struggled not to let those exact words out.
Blowing me a kiss, she walked away with her back and said ‘good night.’