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7 years ago

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One of the results from the search showed that her father was a
politician. The State Chairman of a popular party in the South –
south region. Ann’s name was mentioned as one of the 14
children he had from 3 different wives. Now, I understood how
she came about such class and finesse, and why she was able to
afford to pay the bills. Her father had money. I made a mental
note to ask her on Saturday when we meet at the cinemas.

I still could not get Cynthia out of my head. She was haunting me
every second. Anytime I saw a fair skinned lady, I would
remember her. Damn! And my oh my, those legs, her lips, her
large cl1t, her m0ans…I got an instant hard-on. I called her the
next day telling her that I missed her and would love to see her.

She was surprised and said that I should come over to her place
after work on Wednesday. That was a date. I knew I did not love
her. I did not even like her the way I used to. She pushed me away with her constant ‘checkmating’ and over protective
attitude. But I could not just get her off my mind. I recalled her
coming to my office the previous day, showing me those legs.

I became more convinced to take her down one more time.

Meanwhile, I avoided Laura like a plague. She sent her steward
to call me several times but I told him to say I was not on seat.

Segun was my guy and he had a hint of what was going on.

The third time she sent him to me at about 2pm, I gave him 200 naira
and told him not to go back to her. Guess what? She came to the
server room.

I was battling with some rules and trying to set firewalls on the
Web Server when she knocked once and came in. I looked up
from my laptop and there she was standing by the door. She had
a frown on her pretty face, her beautiful face melting my heart.

She was corporately dressed, in a trouser suit but she did not
wear the jacket. Her purple TM Lewin shirt was tucked in to her
pants with the first two buttons loosened, showing a little
cleavage and leaving the rest to imagination. Seeing her did not
turn me on as it normally would. May be because I had my mind
on other conquests, or it could be because I was looking forward
to two great dates. Besides, we just had s3x the previous day so
I was not too eager jare.

“Hello Laura.” I said. I did not bother getting up from my chair.

“Kevin, what is wrong with you? Why have you been avoiding
me?” She asked.

“I haven’t Laura. I have been neck deep in work. Please
understand.” I begged.

“I am not happy with you Kay. You are making me feel used.”

She said coming near and sitting in the vacant chair opposite
me. There were cables flying everywhere.
I wanted to tell her that it was her that came at me. She was the
one who took me to the bathroom and had s3x with me. I did not
ask for it. She was ho.r.ny and I helped her out. Why was she
taking issues out of proportion?

“I’m sorry you feel that way dearie,” I said, giving her the look
that made me seem very concerned. Then I made a very big
mistake with my next statement:
“If there is any way I can make it up to you, I promise I will”
“You promise?” she asked.

“Yes, I promise.” I said.

She informed me that she was travelling to South Africa the next
day for a two- day training. She would be back by Saturday and
by then she would let me know how she wanted me to make up
for it.

She left the office, shaking her big ars3. I did not feel a thing.

I was overwhelmed with work on Wednesday. Eddy and I had not
talked for a while. His mum was ill so he was out of office. I sent
him a text consoling him and assuring him things would get
better. At about 3pm, Cynthia called me.

Shittttt!!!! I had totally
forgotten. I assured her I was aware of our date and would meet
her at home by 9pm because I would have to get home and pick
my clothes for the next day. She insisted that I meet her at
Falomo for 5pm because she had some where to take me.

And that was how a fantastic evening began….

I was in one of the shops at Falomo Shopping Complex when
Cynthia called me that she was parked at the roundabout.

Parked? I asked myself. I was looking for a new pair of soccer
boots because I had vowed to resume soccer training. I had lost
stamina and I was not doing too well as regards exercises. I took
the shop’s call card and promised to call on them soon. I hurried
out of the complex and walked to the roundabout looking for the
ash colored Toyota Camry she was in. I spotted it close to the
MTN building beside the filling station and approached her. Upon
seeing me, she smiled and unlocked the passenger side. I got in.

We said our pleasantries and hugged briefly. I made to kiss her
on the cheek but she turned her face and gave me a light kiss on
my lips. She looked good. Very good. She was wearing a black,
sleeveless turtle neck top which made her b0s0ms bigger and
rounder. Her nippl3s stuck out and I noticed she was not
wearing a bra. She explained that her brother in Canada had sent
the car to her to sell it. She had been using it for two weeks now.

I could not get my eyes off those huge br3asts.
I asked her where
we were headed. She said she knew a nice joint on the island
where we could hang out then later go clubbing on the mainland.

It seemed like a good idea to me, so I bought the idea.

We were passing through Ozumba and I asked her to take a turn
to her left. I continued to direct her until we got to a racing
center. She was amazed. She asked me how I knew the place.

I shut her up with a kiss and we went in. There were just a few
people before us. We waited our turn and we joined the next
batch of racers. It was a one race, three laps event and the
winner would qualify for another race. We were both boasting
about who would win and how much we were to bet. We wore
our helmets and entered our race cars and waited for the signal.
There was me, Cynthia, a young boy of about 18 and his Dad.

The race began and I started in a flash. I was ahead by meters,
the boy and Cynthia not far behind. As we turned the bend,
Cynthia went ahead. I saw the look on her face. It was pure
happiness. We had two more laps to go. We were warned not to
exceed certain speed limits and I was about to show them who
was boss. I was a few seconds behind Cynthia and the boy when
I changed shift and increased my speed. I went past the boy and
passed Cynthia as we turned the bend again. Cynthia was far
behind. It was between me and the boy. He was certainly a
regular here due to his knowledge of the track and how he knew
when to shift and increase speed, but he always fell behind each
time we took the bend. We were on the third lap now. Cynthia
was not far behind. I reckoned that if she won the race, it would
make her happy and she would have the opportunity to race
again. I already saw how delighted she was. So I made my
move.

I slowed down and left my left side open for an overtaking. Each
time the boy tried to overtake me I closed the angle and made
the space too small for him to pass. As I did this, Cynthia got
closer. We were almost at the bend and I knew she would
overtake us. As she did, I immediately closed the angle again
making it impossible for us the boy to overtake. To me it was
hilarious. To the boy it was annoying. Cynthia finished the race
first and the boy came second. She came out of the race cart
jumping and screaming. She came to me and hugged me and got
ready for her next race. The boy was coming to me to talk
obviously angry but his dad stopped him. His dad winked at me
to show that he understood what happened. Nonetheless, I went
to the boy and apologized. I lied that I proposed to her and she
just said yes. So I wanted to make her feel special and happy.

I was in the stands watching Cynthia during the second race. She
did better than the first race but the guys she was up against
were just ruthless. She was good at the bends but they were just
too good. I later learnt that they had a bet.
As we left the arena, Cynthia was all smiles. She could not stop
talking about how good she was and how she beat me. As I
drove us home, it gave me great joy to see how animated she
was. How happy I made her. I was hoping that one day if she
wants to blackmail me, she’ll remember this day and not go
through with it. There was traffic on Third Mainland Bridge and
we were talking about what next. I slotted in an Old Skool blues
CD and we sang along to the music. As the traffic began to clear
she said she was sleepy and tired and would love us to go home
straight. She pushed back the lever on the seat and it opened
backwards. As she lay back, her skirt moved up revealing those
pretty, scintillating thighs. I operated the steering with one hand
while I shifted the gear with the other. After changing a gear, I
would rest my hand on her lap, caressing it.
She put her hand on mine and we drove like that for a while.

I looked at her and she looked so lovely, so innocent, and so angelic. At that point, it crossed my mind that I could actually
date and possibly spend the rest of my life with Cynthia.

Just that her possessiveness was out of this world. She was a good girl.

I climbed off Third Mainland and drove down through the adekunle detour. She was sound asleep now. I made my way
through to Jibowu and connected Surulere. In no time, we got
home. I parked inside. I turned off the ignition and she woke up.

I told her not to bother coming down that I would get her. I got to
her side of the door opened it and carried her in my arms. I shut
the door with my foot and locked the car with the remote.

I lifted her that way, opened the door and went in with her still in
my arms. I la!d her gently on the bed and kissed her softly on the
lips. I was surprised that I was not hard or even thinking of
having s3x with Cynthia. I was just concerned about her being
tired and having a good rest and happy night. As I got off the bed
I pecked her forehead.

“Sweet dreams my love,” I said.

“Kevin?” She called looking at me
“Yes baby,” I said sitting down beside her.
“Make love to me.” She said.

That was all the leverage I needed….

I obliged her.