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Restless!

He looked into my eyes and smiled. Those eyes! Those sparks! They reassured me and I gave him my mouth.

I did not know how to kiss, but he was a good teacher, so I did whatever he did with his tongue and I enjoyed it. I held onto his head and rubbed it as sensations ran me wild.He moved his hands up into my blouse, unhooked my bra, and moved his hands through my bare back drawing imaginary lines on my spine. I was burning inside. I looked at the door to be sure it was closed. Everyone was in the parlour watching the television. I pulled off his polo shirt, and did to him what he was doing to my back. He helped me to pull off my blouse, carried me gently, and laid me on the bed. He stared at my full breast, I stared at him in the eyes, and he smiled. I pulled him on me and held him very tight. Only he could douse the fire inside of me. He moved down a little and held my breast in his hands and tickled my nipples. I moaned. He covered my breast with his mouth and did things to each of them with his tongue. I quivered and moaned as I felt a wavelike sensation flow through me. The feeling was not natural, the pleasure was out of this world, and it exploded between my thighs. I clung to him as my whole being vibrated. I was afraid to let him go.

He gradually sat on the bed and asked me, ‘Have you been this close to a man?’

‘I am a virgin if that is what you want to know.’ He smiled again. I was so happy I had impressed him.

‘Then I will have to wait,’ he said.

‘Wait for what?’ I countered.

‘For a better place and a better time.’

We played with each other some more, exploring, and discovering. I was in another realm.

Posted in Prose, Stories

Restless!

He looked into my eyes and smiled. Those eyes! Those sparks! They reassured me and I gave him my mouth.

I did not know how to kiss, but he was a good teacher, so I did whatever he did with his tongue and I enjoyed it. I held onto his head and rubbed it as sensations ran me wild.He moved his hands up into my blouse, unhooked my bra, and moved his hands through my bare back drawing imaginary lines on my spine. I was burning inside. I looked at the door to be sure it was closed. Everyone was in the parlour watching the television. I pulled off his polo shirt, and did to him what he was doing to my back. He helped me to pull off my blouse, carried me gently, and laid me on the bed. He stared at my full breast, I stared at him in the eyes, and he smiled. I pulled him on me and held him very tight. Only he could douse the fire inside of me. He moved down a little and held my breast in his hands and tickled my nipples. I moaned. He covered my breast with his mouth and did things to each of them with his tongue. I quivered and moaned as I felt a wavelike sensation flow through me. The feeling was not natural, the pleasure was out of this world, and it exploded between my thighs. I clung to him as my whole being vibrated. I was afraid to let him go.

He gradually sat on the bed and asked me, ‘Have you been this close to a man?’

‘I am a virgin if that is what you want to know.’ He smiled again. I was so happy I had impressed him.

‘Then I will have to wait,’ he said.

‘Wait for what?’ I countered.

‘For a better place and a better time.’

We played with each other some more, exploring, and discovering. I was in another realm.

Posted in Prose, Stories

Restless!

So with fifty thousand naira in my pocket in the year 1997, I felt as though the world was in my pocket. I said a special prayer to God for Mr. and Mrs. Chinedu. After dotting all the ‘I’s and crossing all the T’s, I fell asleep. My sisters came back from church and were surprised at the transformation they saw in the house. Though I was sleeping, I could feel their presence. They did not wake me knowing I would evidently be exhausted.

Monday morning after a breakfast of Pap and akara, Caroline summoned us together to discuss the way forward. She suggested that we put our money together, and set up a petty trading business on basic provisions. We could build a kiosk at the front of our batcher until we raise something substantial to rent a shop at the Mammy market.

I was the only one who declined on that idea, and such opposition coming from me, the youngest of the four did not go down well with my sisters. I reminded them of the story of the ten talents Mr. Chinedu told us. I told them that the slaves did not join the money given to them together, rather each went to invest his own. I told them I had my own plans. I further reminded them that if Mr. Chinedu wanted us to combine the money, he would have given the whole two hundred thousand naira to Caroline to control.

They called me the prodigal child. Pauline even had to hand me a slap for daring to challenge Caroline, but I took it in good faith. It was finally declared that I was on my own as regards feeding, clothing, cosmetics, and so on. Pauline and Silvia gave their money to Caroline while I kept mine.