Episode 4
She got on her knees, wrapping her fingers around my
mamba, putting into her mouth and s*****g desperately
on it. A groan escaped my lips as my fingers entwined
in her wet hair. The shower was still running as she
bobbed up and down my mamba for a few minutes,
trying to take me in and out of her throat. She then
stood, took off her top and pulled me out of the shower
into the room.
**:-X Chai, this babe badt o :-X**
She dragged me into the room and laid down on the
rug, opening her legs, wanting me in her. I smiled at
her, and got on the rug with her.
But instead of getting in her like she wanted, I took my
time, l*cking her lips and sliding my tongue in her. I
guess I hit the spot ‘cos she squealed loudly, pinching
one of her n*****s while she laid her other hand on my
head. She was squirming all around. I was unrelenting.
I swirled my tongue in her, bobbing my head on her
then blushed my tongue back and forth on her c**t. She
was m*****g and screaming ‘chiiiiiineke! mummy!
mummyoooooo!! Ekweremaduoooooo’
**:o babe calm down na :o**.
After some minutes she began wiggling and jerking as
her juice were flowing down her a*s.
I pulled my tongue out of her and rolled her over. She
groaned and raised her a*s, waiting for my throbbing
engorged mamba. I quickly took my condom under my
bed and wore it. She screamed when I thrust my
mamba in her. Her ‘cunnies’ felt so tight in my mamba.
I went gradually and slowly gained momentum, taking
total control of her. She was m*****g seriously as I
continuously slammed my hips into her, taking her hard,
slamming my mamba into her.
After several minutes she started quivering and
screaming as wave after wave of org*sm overtook her.
**Chai, this babe na screamer.** Her body had not yet
stopped shaking when I reached my point of no return.
Spurt after spurt of c*um bust through me. My knees
almost buckled as the org*sm weakened my body, and
we both lay on the rug.
After washing off in the bathroom, we both lay on the
bed. ‘You’re one hell of a super, are all Calabar boyz like
you?, she asked looking into my eyes.’ **Smiles** ‘I’ve
heard so much about Calabar boyz, but this is my first
experience. I love you so much dioxidane’. ‘Ohh babbyy,
same here’, I replied. We lay spooning for several
minutes. I was fondling and teasing her b***s while she
was toying with my mamba. Before long, my mamba
was called to action once again and we straffed twice
before we slept.
That week I went for CDS meeting and among the
agenda for discussion that day was the welcoming of
new corp members into the CDS group. **’Omo see fine
chicks for my CDS o.’** I decided to act cool initially,
‘make dem no go talk say I too dey forward’.
I noticed one of the chicks in particular. I later found out
her name was Anthonia. She was slim, light in
complexion and heavily busted. Till date I still wonder
the kind of inter-molecular force that attracts me to
heavily busted ladies.
I wore my transparent shade that enabled me look at
people without them knowing I was looking at them. I
was concentrating my gaze on Anthonia and I caught
her stealing glances at me. In my mind, ‘na me and you
today’.
There was an issue in which some articles in a
magazine to be distributed to students were filled with
grammatical errors (I wonder who typed and edited it).
The President of the group needed two persons to edit
the articles. I saw her raise her hand, and I quickly
raised my hand so that I would be paired with her. I
was not fast enough, another guy raised his hand
before I did. **Sharp guy** The President was about
pairing the guy with Anthonia when I told him I was a
writer **Omo see me dey form writer o**, and he
decided that since I was already in that field, I should
do the work.
After the CDS meeting, I met Anthonia and told her we
should start editing the articles immediately. She said
she going to make her hair, that we would meet later
in the evening. I said, ‘no problem’. We exchanged
contacts and she said we would meet later in the
evening.
I was browsing on my phone around 5pm that same
day when she called.
Me: Hello…
She: Dioxidane, it’s me Anthonia…
Me: I know… How’s your day going?
She: Fine… Where are you now?
Me: I’m in my house…
She: Where do you stay?
Me: Around Kofar Kaura layout…
She: Can I come over so that we would edit the articles
today?
Me: Is it not late? Can’t it wait till tomorrow?
She: We are supposed to send it to the printer very
early tomorrow. Or are you planning on going out?
Me: Naa, not really…
She: Can I come over now?
Me: Ok, no probs…
And then I gave her the exact description of my house…
In about 10mins she called and told me that she was at
the front of my gate. I so loved that compound! We
were only 3 tenants – a man and his family who came
during the weekends and a banker who was rarely at
home – so the compound was kinda quiet and secluded
(my kind of place). No one goes in or out without my
notice or permission.
So I put on a polo top and a combat short and I went
to the gate to usher her in. She was putting on just a
black mini skirt, a red sleeveless top and very light
make up.
You know that weird look the NYSC attire give some
persons, especially ladies? Well, she wasn’t having that
look that evening. I was like ‘Wow!:o You are looking
so different from what I saw in the morning and your
hair looks lovely.’ ‘Hmm, thanks’, she replied.
When she got to my room, she was like ‘OMG, you
living large o, and you are forming corper’. ‘Ah an, am I
not a corper? Abeg manage my bed, I don’t have chairs
o’. She said, ‘You are flexing jor… I wonder how many
babes you would have sampled here.’ I was like,
‘huh!!!:o Sample ke??? In fact you are the first babe to
come here o…’ ‘Story for the gods… Abeg bring the
magazine let’s do what I came here for jare’.
Before I brought the magazine, I brought bananas from
my fridge and offered it to her. When I brought the
magazine, I noticed she was still stealing glances at me
just like she did that morning. I pretended not to notice,
but in my mind **that thing wey you dey find you go
collect today**. And so we began working on the
articles.
When we were almost done, she asked if I studied
English and I told her no. I told her I studied Chemistry
but I just had the flair for reading and writing and she
said it was cool.
We completed editing the articles and we continued
gisting. I asked her where she came from and she told
me she was from Benue but her mum was from
Kaduna. She asked where I came from and I told her I
was from Akwa-Ibom. ‘Hmmm, calabar boy’, she said.
Me: What, you don’t like them?
She: I didn’t say so o… But you don’t have their accent
na… If you didn’t say you were from there, no one
would know…
Me: Yeah, perhaps because I didn’t grow up there and
my mum’s from Delta state, so I’m kinda multilingual…
She: You speak both languages?
Me: Yes…
She: Wow, that’s cool… But calabar blood still flows in
you na…
Me: Before nko…
She: Calabar boyz bad sha…
Me: Bad as how na…
She: Stop pretending jor, you know what I mean…
Me: I don’t know na, tell me…
She: Don’t worry…
The conversation continued and then we exchanged lots
of information and we talked like we’ve known each
other for long. She told me she had a boyfriend who
works in Kano.
One topic led to other and we started talking about
relationship and s*x. I told her about how I heard Benue
men usually offer their wives as a form of hospitality
when their friends visited. She laughed and said it was
a myth.
Anthonia was a very free spirited person, not shy at all
to talk about any topic, and I liked that about girls. We
talked further and she told me more boldly that in a
relationship, s*x was an important aspect and that
some men are so bothered about themselves and don’t
even know what a female wants and how to handle
them… **:o Ukandu :o**
Me: Ah an… Your boyfriend no dey handle you well ni?
She: It’s not that… I’m speaking on a general note…
Me: Oh… Ok o…
By then seeing such a beautiful girl and hearing her talk
about s*x has already started sending some brain wave
signals to mamba.
She asked if I had a girlfriend, and I told her she wasn’t
in Katsina. I was operating my laptop and she saw a
movie she said she had always wanted to watch and
she begged me to play it. We both sat on the bed
watching it and she was giggling and laughing at some
funny scenes.
After some time, she rested her head on my shoulder. I
placed my hands across her so that she could be
comfortable and we continued watching the movie.
Before I knew what was happening, my hand
developed a mind of it’s own. My hand started teasing
her shoulder playfully. I was expecting some resistance.
**No resistance**.
My hand got bolder and went down towards the side
of her b***s, teasing her slowly. I noticed she began to
have goose pimples on her skin. She sat up and looked
at me. ‘What are you doing??’, she asked in a shaky
voice.
Me:**Shiiit!! She don catch me!!** Uhmm, nothing, just
flexing my fingers…
She: I have a boyfriend…
Me:**Wetin u kon dey find for my house by dis time???
** Yeah you said so, I’m sorry… You know what, let’s
just continue the movie…
We continued watching the movie and after a while
she rested her head on my shoulder again. **this babe
dey find mamba trouble o** My hand took over and
activated ‘teasing mode’. My hands got bolder and
began teasing around her big b***s. The goose pimples
were now obvious even in the dim light. I was
expecting some resistance; and I got it. She was saying,
‘dioxidane storrrrrp. Pleeeeassse sttorrrp’. In my brain it
was translated as ‘pleeassseee don’t ssttooorrrrp.
Contiiiinuuueeee’. And since that was what my brain
told me to do, I continued. Since I obviously didn’t get
any more resistance, I started smooching her b***s
gently through her top. **still no resistance???** **8)
Straffing mode activated 8)**
I was teaching Salim at the back of the house one
evening when we heard the driver drive in.
Salim: It’s like my sister is back…
Me: Really? I didn’t know she was coming back today…
Salim: She called this morning that she was going to
come back today…
Me: Hmm… Ok, let’s continue… **Na wa o, so my
amariya didn’t tell me she was coming back**
While at Kaduna, Zainab called often and we usually
spoke at length on various issues. She was really an
intelligent girl. But I wondered why she didn’t tell me
she was coming back that day.
After the lessons that day I was trying to hang around
if I would see Zainab. For where? I no see the babe o. I
was tired of waiting so I left.
I got home and was preparing dinner (yeah I cook)
when I got a call from Zainab.
Me: Hello… **angrily**
Zainab: Good evening…
Me: How are you?
Zainab: I’m fine… You?
Me: I’m ok… Where are you?
Zainab: I’m home…
Me: Home where?
Zainab: KT…
Me: So you came back and you didn’t want to see me,
right?
Zainab: I’m sorry, I was with my mum and I didn’t want
her to see me with you…
Me: Why???
Zainab: Please just come online and I would explain
everything to you.
Me: Ok…
She came online and we continued our discussion. She
told me she liked me but (but wetin na???) she was
already betrothed and according to their culture, she
couldn’t be seen publicly talking to another man. **Huh!!
Seriouslyy???**
Me: But your house is not public na…
Zainab: If my mum see us talking she would start
thinking something is going on between us…
Me: And nothing is going on?
Zainab: Is there?
Me: Zee, I really care a lot about you. I’ve never felt this
way for anyone before. Hearing your voice alone
soothes and refreshes me bla bla bla… I want you to be
mine and mine only and bla bla bla…
Zainab: But I told you I’m already betrothed…
Me: Do you love him?
Zainab: I don’t, but…
Me: Baby no buts… Don’t you love me?
Zainab: I love you. If I don’t, I wouldn’t be talking with
you…
Me: So don’t worry, things would work itself out…
Zainab: So you want me to tell my mum?
Me: **:oHuh:o** No o… I mean, baby I guess since the
situation right now warrants it, we have to be discrete
with our relationship for now…
Zainab: Aii dear… I love you…
Me: Same here dear… So when would I see you?
Zainab: I would be in school tomorrow…
Me: I mean when would I see you like see you…
Zainab: LolzzZ… Don’t worry dear, you would see me…
So we gisted other things but all that was in my head
was how to get my first score with an Hausa girl…