I met him one evening, I’ve already heard so much about him from his cousin, my roommate Jane. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she had a lil crush on him, or maybe she did. She was always talking about him, even showed me pictures. He was dark, tall, and low-key handsome. I was drawn to him already before I even met him, his name was chibuzor. Anyway, I knew he was coming that evening so I showered, dolled up and dressed up. I wore jean shorts and a black boob tube. He came at about 7:30pm, he wore a black t-shirt and black slacks, and he had big thighs…my God! He was totally fit and he looked good enough to eat. It was like seeing one of the heroes in my novels, she introduced us, and he starred and starred and kept starring.
In my mind I was like yippeeee but I kept my cool outwardly. Jane was all over him to my annoyance, I wanted him all to myself right there. The attraction I felt for him was crazy and I wanted to kiss him like mad! Did I mention he had red lips? Anyway I kept my cool and gave them privacy, I retired to the end of the room, where I was sure he could see me, crossed my legs seductively, closed my eyes and started fantasizing about the things I could do him. Somehow I dozed off because next thing I remember was the object of my fantasy tapping me and telling me he was about to leave, with the promise of coming the next day and taking us out for drinks. He was in my dreams all night long, woke up the next morning totally wet, then I started counting the hours awaiting his arrival. I couldn’t think straight or even settle for what to wear, went through all the dresses in my wardrobe and finally settled for a red hot dress and blue pumps. Meanwhile neither he nor his cousin was aware of how much I wanted him, you see, I’ve perfected the act of masking my feelings, to them I was aloof and indifferent which was exactly how I wanted it. I wanted him to be all over me, wine and dine me before giving him a clue of how I felt.
Anyway he arrived by 9pm, this time with his friend, I was so happy because he brought someone to keep his cousin busy so he can be all over me. Btw he couldn’t keep his eyes off me (yayyyyyyyyyy). We drove to a lounge, ordered drinks and started talking about the basis, where did you grow up? Where did you school? What do you do? Bla bla bla, next thing we started talking about the other couples in the bar. Ohhhh, did I mention he smelled so damn good? It hurts so much to be that close to him but I couldn’t touch him the way I wanted because I was trying to be a lady, at a point I couldn’t take it anymore, I stood up and started dancing with myself, he later joined me and it took all of my control to not grab him and scream fuck me.
After a while, I told him I needed to step out for air, we walked to the car park, to and fro then eventually walked to his car. I sat on the boot of his car, he was in front of me, can’t remember exactly what we were talking about then he kissed me, slowly at first then hard, I lost it then, I returned the kiss in full, arched my back, reached for his head and started kissing him like my life depended on it. Next thing I knew I was opening the buttons of his shirt, running my fingers through the hair on his chest, squeezing his nipples, I dragged my dress down, I wasn’t wearing a bra, put his hands on my boobs and guided him on how I wanted to be touched. Somehow I felt his tongue on my nipples and I went crazy, I could feel myself dripping down there, then he was touching me, hiked up my dress, tore my panty and tasted me, while playing with my clit with his fingers, I screamed with pleasure, he kept going at it until I came with a force. I still wanted to feel him inside me; he was hard as a rock. I removed his belt, unzipped him, ran my fingers all over the length of him and guided him inside me, he gripped my hips, carried me to the end of the car park where the wall was with his dick still inside me. He put me up against the wall and started moving, slowly at first then harder and harder till I came again, he didn’t stop he kept going on and on till I came for the third time before he came, rather violently shivering and all. We held each other for a while until we started breathing normally again, then he let go of me, we straightened our clothes and went back to the club.
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LOOOOL!
I couldn't breathe!
Adapted from Screwability's blog.
