As promised, I called Grace the following day. We exchanged pleasantries as if we've known each other for ages. Talk about Grace's maturity; she's just second to none. I was about telling her our meeting point when she said, "See let's meet at your place. I'll prefer your place to anywhere else, I don't want to be too exposed." I don't know if I should leap for joy or scream. Anyways, I was so happy she chose to come, at least, I'll have all the time in the world, confidence, freedom and what have you. Wednesday, 2pm was our agreed date and time. "Ok sir. See you Wednesday. I got to go now. I've a whole lot of chores to do. Bye" "Bye Grace." The call ended.
This deal was struck on Monday. So, that leaves me with almost 38hrs of preparation. Quickly, I removed all my curtains, bedspread, dirty laundry and every other washables for washing. I cleaned all the cobwebs, dusted the chairs and electric appliances. You know now, I just cleaned everywhere. I rushed to Emeka's shop for a nice air freshner (only God knows the last time I used one, lol).
When I got back from Emeka's shop, I saw Grace's missed calls on my phone...and a text message which reads: "Don't bother to call back. I just wanna warn you that I don't like seeing people around when I go a visiting. I hope you'll understand. Bye." Jisos! My heart raced faster again. Do I understand? Nne, I don't only understand you, in fact, I upperstand* you sef. Immediately I called all my friends who loved coming to my house for PS3 Video Game that, "Guys, I won't be around on Wednesday until very late into the night. I'll call you when I'm back." Tho' they felt a little disappointed, they realised that was very unusual of me. So they agreed. Whatever appointment it is I have I placed on hold. Wednesday for me is a work-free PUBLIC and PRIVATE holiday... with Grace alone!
Fast forward. Wednesday morning, 10am.
I did the normal chores that day: cleaning and washing. I checked the fuel tank of my generator and noticed it was getting low. Quickly, I rushed to the filling station and bought for myself enough fuel that will serve me for 8hrs. There must be no power interruption. In fact, that day, I'm going on generator all through. If Nepa like make them bring light, e no concern me..
I had finished all my chores. So, I called Grace just for a reminder. Guess what guys, her phone was off. MMM (Mogbe Moku Modaran). I tried again and again, and again and again; same result.
I became so restless...and disturbed. I realised I haven't eaten anything since I woke up. I settled for 2 wraps of Gala and a chilled Maltina. Hey guys, not that I was expecting anything romantic but, you know, who in the world will pass up the chance of having a beautiful girl like Grace under his roof? I mean, I just can't imagine it. After comsuming the Gala, I tried her number again, same result. I checked the clock, it's 1:42pm. At this stage, I resigned to defeat. Apparently, Grace only pulled a stunt on me; proving to me that she's a bit smarter than my smartness, a revenge I guess. Suddenly, a sense of guilt engulfed my heart. I had betrayed my good friends just because of Grace. I was about calling them when my phone rang...
Not Grace. It was a number I don't have as contact. I answered the call and this was what ensued:
Caller: Hello Femi
Me: Hello. Who are my speaking with
Caller: It's me Grace. This is my friend's number. Sorry my phone ran out of power and our generator is faulty. I'm so sorry...
Me: No problem. I understand
Grace: I'm still coming o. Let me charge my phone a little and I'll be on my way.
Me: Why not come right away? I've got enough fuel to charge a thousand phone... if you don't mind
Grace: (Laughs) Femi ooo. Ok. I guess I'll start coming then. Send me your address please.
Me: Ok. I'll do that once you drop the call. What will you like to eat?
Grace: Femi, prepare whatever you think befits Grace. I'll gladly take it
Me: Settled. See you then
Grace: Yeah. See you soon
Call ends.
It was already past 3pm when Grace called. Quickly, I sent her my address. Whatever resolution I had earlier about recalling my friends vanished like a spirit. I was elated and happy again. Since Grace is coming any moment, I powered on my generator to make sure everyhwere look conducive and 'neat' when she arrives.
5pm, Grace is not here. Regrets started ravaging my fragile mind. I dialled her number, switched off still. I left my apartment angrily to go put off the generator when my phone rang. Guess who? La Gracia. Lol.
Grace: Please come take me in. I'm in front of your house.
Quickly, I changed my shirt to a very nice one I had ironed since yesterday, witha blue jean to go with it. Truly, I made sure I looked good and cute. I checked my breath too: not bad. I stepped out to go bring her in. Ladies and gentlemen, what I saw made me felt I had died and I'm seeing angels...
My world! Grace was gloriously dressed in a tight lemon top, a skimpy orange skirt, with her hair flowing down her spine. Jisos! I gasped for breath. She is a show stopper! Even my neighbours were like, "Femo Femo...hmmmm. Na wah ooo." She became a little shy. Quickly, I led her inside to avoid unnecessary attention. Mehn, this is truly classy, tasty and glamorous. I must be a lucky guy to have made Grace grace my house. Seeing Grace that day was one of the happiest moments of my life.
The radiant from the ocean
Cupid smiled on me
The elegance fil'd with fragrance
Grace, the epitome of beauty.
Matchless in beauty
Beeming with love
An angel in mortal container
She is the one, not another.
Lips so fresh
Hair so adorable
Skin so fair
Physique so edible.
She shone like a million sun
She walked like a goddess
Today is gonna be fun
Joy all through; no more, no less!
Guys, those were the words running through my head when I saw Grace. She was charming and awe-inspiring and heart-melting. For the first time in my life, I lost all composure. All my Big-boyism vanished. I became a kid in her presence. Guys, up until now, I relieved that moment of magic and ego-lifting meeting with Grace
After the formality of welcoming and hospitality, I asked when she will be leaving cos she arrived 5:17pm, which was already a little too late for me. She looked into my eyes and said, "Femi, today, I'm going nowhere. I already told my mum that I'm not coming home today. I lied to her that a friend of mine is going to the Registry on Thursday, and she need all the help she can get. So, here are my Mr. Femi. Are my welcomed to stay over or not?"
As if I'm standing in front of an armed MOPO Officer, I was motionless and my bones lost all their strength. My mouth failed me for words. I was speechless. Her "helloooo" brought me back to reality. Without thinking, I don't know when I started babbling like a drunk, "Yes you can, sure you can, definitely you can. The house is all yours. You're most welcomed. I... I.... I..." She helped me by saying, "Femi calm down. It seems you weren't prepared to hear that. Not to worry, I won't disturb you at all. Your chair is big enough for me..."
"Chair? No way! What's my bed for? I'll go sleep in my neighbour's house. You just be comfortable. Ok?" She looked at so sternly and said, "Then you left me with no choice than to leaveyour house already. I can't stay alone in your own house; that's not possible. You sleep on your bed and I'll be fine on the chair."
I was a little scared this time. I offered to sleep on the chair while she go into the room to sleep on the bed. She agreed. I served her rice and stew laced with two turkey laps, and a bottle of fruit wine to cool off. The look on her face showed that she was impressed. "Who cooked this meal." She asked while she eat. "I did. Who else would have?" I replied with my head held up high and my chest puffed up. She smiled and clapped for me. I slot in a movie titled, 'The Notebook', a tragic-romantic love story.
"What's the title Femi?" "The Notebook", I replied. She rushed her food and willingly cleaned the table. I took it from her and drop'd it in the washing basin. She lay on the chair and focused on the movie. I sat a little close to her in case she would need anything (you know the feeling now).
A little over 30mins into the movie, she complained that the fan was too much for her. She requested I put it off. I did speedily. Later, she said I should sit on the chair with her. At first, I pretended that I didn't hear what she said. She repeated it again and this time, I asked if she was feeling uncomfortable. She said she just want me close to her. I obeyed. Immediately I sat on the chair with her, she laid back on the chair with her head on my lap.
I felt a little uncomfortable cos my third leg is a little sensitive, a simple touch on any part of my body by the opposite sex sets it in motion. As a smart guy, I quickly took one of the little pillows on my chair, placed it on my engine room and asked her lay again...
What happened next was...
"Na wah oo. Bros, wetin be that stick wey dey under this pillow now?" Grace enquired. I was ashamed to reply initially. I just summoned the courage to answer, "Well, it's my thing. I'm sorry." After a serious minutes of laughter, she said, "You don't have to be sorry. It's normal. I would have felt otherwise if this hadn't happened. Just relax, ok?"
I felt a little shy that moment. You know now, you would be embarrased if a lady noticed such militant movement under a supposed 'pillow'. Lol! Anyways, we both acted maturely and continued with the film. Few minutes later, Grace started acting funny. Should lift up her top at interval to reveal her tummy, stroke it for a while and close up again. She was doing this apparently to gain my attention. She succeeded. I asked if she was feeling any heat. She said no. Soon, it her wayward hand that find its way to my chest. She started moving her hand delibeartely up and down my chest. I said nothing. Later, she requested I remove the little 'pillow' off my lap, claiming it was making her uncomfortable. Really? Seriously? I became so tensed because by now, my third leg had bulged in full swing, begging and pushing for freedom off my trousers. "But she will see the "But she will see the shape of my swollen thing now. How then will be comfortable laying on such a thing?" I thought within myself. With her head already raised in anticipation, I obliged. To my surprise, she lay on it without asking questions or complaining.
At this point, the movie had gotten to the seen where the lovers were about to make love. I feel so restless and tensed. Her hand had rested on my chest, so, she could feel the pace at which my heart beats. Guys, this girl knew exactly what she was doing. Suddenly, she sat up, moved closer to me and magically gestured a 'why-why-not' kissing mood towards me. How could I say no? Her lips were so fresh and irresistible...
Grace's mother had divorced her father almost 4 years. She stays alone with her mother while she keep searching for jobs. She was on her from an interview when we met in the bus. I think that explains the level of freedom she enjoys. What I cannot fathom really was her action that evening. I never wooed her and we were not dating either. So, I was shocked. But as a smart guy, I buried my lips in her mouth without hesitation. The atmosphere was so intensed and romantic. The moaning from the love-making scene from the movie added more fire to our kissing. I kissed her so well and passionately as if my life depended on it.
She removed her top while I removed mine own shirt with our lips still glued together on the chair. With one eye closed, I used the other to have a quick view on her bossoms. Her bossoms were so big and full of life. Suddenly, I heard a snap, she had unstrapped her bra and looking angrily at me was her two big bossoms, each seriously fighting for my attention. I can't help but touch and squeeze them, as if I had hidden a treasure in them.
She left kissing me. She stood up and lowered her skirt. The shape of her v****a were visible enough for me to see, eventhough she had a blue pants on. I don't know how my trousers left my body fellas. My third leg had even pushed my boxers to its elastic limit. She came back to kissing me and suddenly said into my ears, "Take me inside. Make me feel like a woman."
I need not lie to you guys. There is something about Grace that's so mysterious. Her words were so soothing and catchy. I lifted her up and made my way straight into the room. Once I laid her on my bed, I rushed back to the living room to shut the door against alakobas, increased a little the volume of the movie and dashed back inside. I met Grace stark Unclad on the bed with one finger in her mouth. I guess that's the 'go' button. I helped myself having worn a CD and the rest was history.
Believe you me, Grace wasn't only a graduate of Political Science; I believe she had and unmatched bedmatics skills. She taught me all I know today about sex: how to make a woman ask for more, how to stay longer on bed, the dirty things women loves to hear during the act and everything. She was a genius.
Sex with Grace became a regular affair. The highest was staying 3 days in my house. All we did was: eat, f**k, sleep, shower, eat, f**k, sleep and shower! Nothing more. It was as if I was in 3rd heaven. She spoiled me with s*x, she over-satisfied me.
Luckily for Grace and unlucky for me, she was employed by MTN Nigeria Limited, and was immediately deployed to Abuja. That limited us to phone calls, s*x chats, phone s*x and pictures. I missed her so much, even now. I went to visit her twice and that was all. I lost my phone few weeks later. Stupidly enough, her number was saved on phone memory. Coincidentally, same thing happened to her. She changed line and that was how we lost contact.
I ran into Grace last two years in Lagos. She came to visit her mum. She was married and heavily pregnant. Soon a guy joined us. "This is my husband, John" she said...
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