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Esther proved to be a very amiable babe. It was easy conversing
with her. We had a no holds barred conversation about men,
women, s*x, relationships and other things. She was just perfect,
stating her views as a matter of fact and not leaning toward
societal expectations. I asked her what the craziest things she
had done were. This girl was a pro. A real bad Bottom. The
things she said were things even I was yet to try. I tried to dig
into her family background and history but I hit a brick wall. She
expertly turned the topic to basketball. I told her I was a soccer
fan and have a very little knowledge of basketball. We were still
in animated conversation, a heated debate on bride price issues
when Eddy called. He wanted to speak with her. After a few
minutes of talking to her, she handed the receiver to me. He
informed me that he was done and just clearing his desk. He
would be with us in 10 minutes.

I needed to make my move. I knew she was waiting. I decided to
play smart. I asked her what kind of relationship she had with
Ann. She told me that they had been friends since High School, a
friendship spanning 10 years. They had their quarrels but they
were best of friends.
“Do you share boyfriends? Do you tell each other everything?” I
asked her.
“Oh Kev. I know what is on your mind. Ann likes you. And I think
she would most definitely want a serious thing with you. You are
cute. And Eddy told Ann how ‘bad’ you are, which she in turn told
me. The day she met you, she got home and called me up,
saying how sweet you were. I just wanna taste you. I am not
ready for anything serious right now sweety. And oh, don’t worry.
I can wait till you are done with her. I know you want a piece of
that cherry too.” She said.

“And what of my friend, Justin? What happens to him?” I asked.
“You and I know that Justin wants only one thing from me. I am
willing to give it to him, but he is going to work hard for it. But
you, you can get it on a platter. I’m very choosy about the kinda
guys I am seen with. Justin is not really bad but you are perfect.”
She finished.
Just then Justin opened the door and entered. He bent low and
pecked her on both cheeks.
“Sorry for keeping you sweetheart. I hope Khels behaved?” he
asked looking at me and pointing his finger.
“He was the perfect host.” She said and smiled. I smiled too.
I was already thinking of hosting her pu5sy. Gosh! I had a thing
for light complexioned babes. Those ones that look like super
models and have a blend of cream and milkfish skin with pink
lips. She got up to leave, packing her phones and car keys. Eddy
held the door open for her as she stepped out, while he followed
shortly after her. As he closed the door, he turned and winked at
me, giving me the ‘okay’ sign.
I sat back in my chair. Just then the staff bus honked. I quickly
shut down my computer, scheduled the servers’ shut down time
and took my favorite seat on the bus. All through the ride I kept
thinking of Esther.

How can a lady be so bold? Was this a set up? How can I be set
up when I was not even in a relationship with Ann yet? I really
needed to talk to Eddy real bad. He was my most trusted and
efficient advisor on women matters. But this was one issue I
would have to handle on my own. How would I tell Eddy that the
babe he is going to spend money on wants to furk me instead of
him? I was really confused.

Ann called me later in the day fixing our appointment for
Saturday 10am. I told her we should do 1pm because I had
soccer practice. She insisted she wanted to watch me. I agreed.
Me wey never buy boot. I made a quick reminder in my phone to
get the boots the next day.
I was bored, so I decided to send Laura a message asking how
her training in SA was going. She did not reply me. Maybe she
was sU-Cking a SA cork sef. Who knows? I checked the time.
9:35pm. I decided to call Cynthia. She kept on rejecting my calls.
Later she sent a text that she was in church and would be done
by 10pm. Which kain church be that? I asked myself. I somehow
felt jealous that she was with another man. I almost sent her a
nasty reply but stopped myself. “What do you wanna do?” I
asked myself. “You want her to feel you have fallen in love with
her?”
I dropped the phone and closed my eyes. Sleep refused to come.

I kept on seeing Esther in my subconscious. Na which kain
wahala be this na? At 10:15pm, Cynthia began to call me. I did
not pick her calls. She sent 4 different messages. I did not reply.
I decided to scroll through my phone book to see if there was any
babe I could just call up and take my mind off Esther. I did not
see any. So I decided to check all my messages on Facebook,
just to kill boredom. It was during this process that I slept off.

I was awakened by the sound of the alarm on my phone.

It was 4am the next day.

It is not an easy task juggling many girls at the same time. You
have to make sure each one felt special without letting any of
them have a hint that you were seeing someone else. Asides
from the money you have to spend, the time it requires and the
different lies one has to tell is a challenge on its own. It is quite
draining. It was Friday and I had 4 different babes on my plate.
All of them wanted to be with me the next day. Laura was on her
way from Sandton, South Africa. She wanted to see me with no
excuses on Saturday. Ann and I had a date on Saturday. I did not
know how long that was going to last. Cynthia has been on my
neck since Wednesday night. I was still feigning anger at her for
ignoring my calls and although I had begun talking with her, she
was insisting on seeing me on Saturday.
And there was the devilish Esther. Choi! This babe could make a
‘father’ sin. She had begun calling me, on the pretense that she
was just checking on me, and other excuses. And she was really
doing a good job of making me think about her. The colder I was
towards her, the more adamant and daring she was. I could
remember vividly our last conversation this Friday morning.

“Hello…” I said coldly when I picked the call. It was about 2am.
She had been calling nonstop for over 3 minutes. If I rejected the
call, she would know. If I put off the phone, she would know. I
did not want to encourage her just yet but still, I did not want to
scare her away. So I decided to answer her calls.

“Hey sleepy head. I know I woke you.” She said.

“It’s okay. I was not really sleepy.” I replied.

She asked me how I was feeling, how work was, if I was talking
to Ann, different irrelevant questions. I answered all of them in
monosyllables. I think my longest answer to her was, “We thank
God”. I was hoping she would het the gist and just let me sleep.

After about a minute of pointless conversation, she said
something that threw me off balance…
“I have been thinking about you Kev, your lips kissing me, your
hands all over my body, you inside me. I am so Hot right now
baby and I really want you…ahhhhhh…oh Kev…“ She said in a
very deep, throaty voice. She was m0an!ng and purring, implying
in S#xual undertones how badly she wanted me. My lips went
dry, my heart was beating fast. I was lost. For seconds I kept
quiet not knowing how to reply. In my mind, I wished she was
beside me saying all those things to me. I was already hard. I
was really suspicious. I had a strong feeling Ann and her may be
setting this up. She may even be recording this conversation to
give to Ann later. What if Ann herself was there with her and
listening to us? My head was spinning.

Another thought came to my head. Esther had heard how ‘bad’ I
was. What if she was just trying to confirm if I was as bad as I
had been made to seem? What if it was just a test for her to know
if I was up to the task? Which kain wahala be dis sef? I had
already bookmarked Esther for a collabo after I and Ann were
done. I did not want to give her the impression I did not want to
furk her. I also did not want to give her the impression I was
already in cloud 9.

“Hello, are you there baby?” She said.

“Yes I am. I just don’t know what to say Esther.” I replied.

“just tell me sweet things. Tell me how you want to furk me. Tell
me the things you would do to me baby.” She insisted.

“Okay. This is really strange for me. But let’s see if I can try.

Imagine me as I….” I began to say but immediately ended the call
and switched my phone off.

I was not ready to be roped into anything. I felt bad but I did what
had to be done. Besides I figured that if she really wanted me as
she claimed, we did not have to do it over the phone.

Saturday came and I made my way to the soccer pitch, where the
soccer training was to be had. I met the Coach and a few other
players when I got there. I shook every one round and bowed
before Coachee. I carried my back pack and sat beside Clement
who was now the new Captain after I stepped down due to my
inconsistencies. He was briefing me on the new guys that had
arrived since I left and how I would need to fight for a shirt now,
if I wanted to get back into the team. I told Clement that I did not
need to fight for shirt. I could get into the team any time I wanted. I knew most of all the guys and asides from my fitness
level, my techniques and skills were still as sharp as ever.

However I wasn’t here to join the team. I was only here to regain
my fitness. He hailed me and we talked about other developments.

As we gisted, a ball came to us from some of the guys who were
joggling and practicing. I had already put on my right boot and was wearing my left hose on my shin guard. As the ball got to my
side, I got up and pushed the ball a little bit forward. I called on
Segun who was coming in from the gate and sent him a long
across pass from where I was to the opposite side of the field. He
controlled it and sent the ball to the keeper slowly.
“Skippooo!!!!! Skipoooo!!!!” were the chants I was getting from
some of my old team mates who knew me. Even the coach
smiled at me when I looked at him.
“I swear, e still dey dia. No b moi moi o. Na him clement dey talk
say me go fight for shirt. You think say na beans wey them take
dey call me Scholes?” I boasted to the guys.
“Ehn, shey na only pass u go dey pass ni? You no go mark? You
no go support defense?” Emma queried. Emma was our rugged
defender. He was good. He was a battler.
“Sharrap dia. I ask you?” I said smiling.
We were all kitted and juggling the ball, some others were
playing “middle man” with two touches, while the keepers were
training at the goal posts. The coachee blew his whistle. We all
came together in a circle and said a short prayer.

After the prayer, I was told to lead the team in a 40 lap jog around the
field.

I was leading the team but getting tired. At the 13th lap, I began
to sing “Shoe get size, Okrika get quality” so as to take some
steam off the boys and me. They sang with me as we did the
steps that matched the song while jogging.

Right leg forward,
right leg back and the leg now comes up to meet the hand.

As we approached the gate, I saw two ladies coming into the field.

One was Ann. The other……