"I am sick! I am sick!!'' Were her words when I knocked at her room door after the heavy downpour that engulfed the working day.
''Sorry about that, I thought you treated malaria last week. How are you feeling this time around?'' I asked.
''See I don't understand jor. I have been feeling cold since I returned from work. I just covered myself with my thick duvet and tried to get some sleep''she muttered.
I must confess that I get the wrong ideas when I hear ladies complain about the coldness of the weather. We youths always recommend such a period for companionship with the opposite s*x rather than engaging in agricultural activities to help President Muhammadu Buhari in his bid to diversify the economy and reduce the importation of goods that can be produced locally *laughs*
The rain was indeed heavy and as I typed on my laptop at work, the image of Nkechi's fair laps kept striking my head. I swear, Nkechi has a skin that could light up a dark room pending on when you get hold of a torch or phone to manage the power outage temporarily. Nkechi and I have shared a few moments of secret romance after which she always swore it would be her last due to my inability to follow the due process in winning her heart. She was purposely boring in bed and will embarrass a guy in the course of s*x.
"Are you not okay?, Stand up jor!....And you know you are not my boyfriend....You know I am a Christian oh!!'' Were her words which demoralized me.
I later concluded that Nkechi was an amateur in bed and partially insane for her antics but again I couldn't stop returning for more as 'half s*x' is better than using Vaseline as some guys pleasure themselves.
On this cold day that still had the rain drizzling, Nkechi came out of her room with a bump short and skimpy top that exposed her tummy. I started to develop a boner again. I knew the beast in me was endangered and would soon be let out. As we were trying to discuss, my neighbour rushed in with his girlfriend who was returning directly from work like it was an emergency and instantly slammed the door. There were no exchange of words as one could perceive the pin-drop silence. Just body movements all the way! I think the rain water must have been poisoned with the spirit of 'Konji'. It was difficult and intoxicating for everyone. As I checked through Twitter and Facebook unconsciously, the hashtag #WeatherForTwo was virtually prevalent.
As I sat with Nkechi on the sofa in my room, my hand was left confused between her laps while she discussed about her day. At that moment, it was like I borrowed that infected ear of my President as she talked. I wasn't listening. She understood the body language and in no time we started kissing. The 'lion' between my legs was almost tearing its den apart.
She reached for the hair on my chest and transversed the vicinity of my nipples with her cold hands. Immediately I began to feel the current pass from my head to my toes. I reached for her tender breasts. Nkechi's nipples were already strong enough to pierce my skin. I supported them with my mouth and tickled the tips with my tongue.
Initially I nurse fears about my health as I just completed my malaria drugs 24hrs before the showdown. I was afraid of any strenuous activity that could serve as a catalyst to a relapse. Again, the tension was irresistible, I just wanted to live for the moment. It was worth the risk.
She was on fire, she moaned aloud and I took off my shirt to allow her again access to my body. Shockingly, Nkechi wasn't complaining this time around, she jumped on my laps and was grinding her soft backside against my lion as I kissed everywhere. I look at her demonic eyes and I knew it was time for 'baptism'. To avoid aftermaths of s*x that hurt, I grabbed my raincoat on Nkechi's demand and loaded the missile like those Niger Delta militants threatened the government. I was already eyeing the bed when Nkechi took off her shorts and jumped on me as I sat on the sofa. That sitting style is something I have watched in American movies but never really understood its efficacy as most Nigerian ladies couldn't play it well. Nkechi's waist instantly became more flexible than Shakira's own as she jerked and touched me simultaneously. I supported her with some movements as I couldn't do much due to the tight position.
The ecstasy was high. It was like a competition of moaning between both of us. I almost proposed marriage to Nkechi on the spot. I was on another level as I stayed inside of her. Again, I thought Nkechi was sick, I am sure 's*xually sick' and she needed the 'prickyquine'. Nkechi later stood up but to my greatest surprise, she switched the style. She backed me on the chair as she gazed on the wall and sat on the lion. As she kept jerking while I enjoyed a feel of her behind and sizable breasts, I said to myself ''Ladies pretend a lot''.
She was so professional, she soon got worn out and asked for a missionary. Nkechi has a rare s*xual endowment of being tight and fantastically warm deep inside which stimulates romance with her. The show ended there and we both climaxed. She immediately picked up her clothes and left the room unclad to clean herself up. I fell on the chair and kept gazing at the ceiling for about 45 minutes like I was watching my favourite television programme. My body temperature changed, I was sweating profusely while the weather was cold. The scenes of the quickie played back in my head slowly. I never knew Nkechi was that good. She later came back for her phones which she had left behind. She looked at my face as she entered the room, I pulled her back and said ''You have killed me''. She was so shy that she covered her face. Then she said ''I am scared of showing you the real me until you give me assurances. You may never want to leave''.
Up till now, I wonder how the real Nkechi will be. Nkechi has become my greatest fantasy overnight. I keep picturing her in my head even in the midst of mentally-tasking duties in the office. But you know where the problem lies? Nkechi like money oh!
