Average Joe [Reboot]: Life is Good (S01E02) - 'Deolu #ONIRANU Bubble!
September 2, 2020

Average Joe [Reboot]: Life is Good (S01E02)

Average Joe [Reboot]: Life is Good (S01E02)

Eniola was only going into work for a few early hours the next day so she could spend the rest of it all with Bisi. I was idling around myself, planning to go in for a few hours in the afternoon, but I was still up early.

Eventually, Bisi found her way out of bed and had taken a shower. I have to admit that at least a little part of me wanted to try and accidentally find myself close to the bathroom so I might get a chance to glimpse her in a towel. Once again I rebuked myself and firmly planted my ass in the kitchen.

Despite my halfway noble intentions, Bisi decided to intervene. She came walking out, a light purple towel wrapped around her body, her hair still wet and dripping down her shoulders. Entering the kitchen, she waved at me.

“Sorry, but I totally need tea! I always drink it while I, uh, dry off and get dressed‚Ķ”

“Um, sure, there’s still some leftover. I’ll uh, one sec‚Ķ”

I hurriedly got up from my seat and grabbed a mug. I wasn’t exactly sure how to act; do I purposefully not look at her? Do I casually look at her, as if nothing was out of the ordinary? I tried to be natural about it.¬†

Relax. She’s practically family. That’s why she’s so comfortable. But fuck. Those legs! I thought they looked great in jeans, but damn. They were long, toned, glistening wet, and totally exposed. Her towel only reached down to her mid-thigh, for crying out loud.

Don’t stare. I gave her the tea and she squeaked a thank you, then retreated into her room. Shakily sitting back down, I picked up the newspaper and tried to read. I probably just glazed over the same paragraph twenty times, trying my best to both shake the image of a wet Bisi out of my head‚Ķ and secretly trying to burn it into my memory.

Eventually, she came back out, dressed now in loose pajamas and a small tee-shirt. Although her legs were fully clothed, her shirt was low-cut, and I had to make the effort not to peak at the outline of her cleavage. She flopped herself down at the table next to me.

I put down the paper. “Feel better?”

“Yeah! Sorry about that, I’m a freak for tea. I’ll do anything to get my morning fix.”

“Ha, I’ll have to remember that,” I said playfully.

“Hmm, great‚Ķ Now you’re going to take advantage of me,” she said worriedly.

My heart skipped a beat. Relax, she didn’t mean it that way. “Nah, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Oh‚Ķ I never said I was worried,” she said slowly, deliberately.

My mouth dried out and I swallowed. I forced a weak smile and rolled my eyes, trying to appear unfazed. “So um, cornflakes okay?” I changed topics.

She agreed and I got her a bowl. Harmless small talk passed for a while until we got onto the subject of school.

“So, any problem with school?” I asked.

“Not really, I’ve just been taking intro classes, you know… freshers stuff.”

“Yeah. Well, anything you taking an interest to yet? Favorite subject?”

“Casual sex,” she replied flatly.

Huh!? I wasn’t prepared for that. My mouth sort of dropped open, then snapped shut, cheeks full of air. I casually blew out, “Ooooh-kay‚Ķ”

She replied with a dry laugh. “Sorry, too honest?” she asked, one eyebrow cocked.

“Uh, no that’s- that’s fine‚Ķ I guess I meant uh, more‚Ķ you know, academic‚Ķ”

“Oh, don’t try to try to play the ‘mature adult’ with me. Everyone knows: you go away to university, you go crazy, right?”

“Well, um‚Ķ I guess that’s, that’s fairly conventional wisdom‚Ķ”

“Are you trying to tell me you don’t have your share of wild stories as a young university student?” she reached over and poked me in the ribs, smiling knowingly.

“I was- was with your sister, you know, still am actually‚Ķ”

She leaned back in her chair and gave me a disbelieving look. “You were only with her the entire time?”

What kind of question is that? “Is that so hard to- uh, believe?”

Bisi shrugged indifferently. “Huh. I guess I always thought now is the one big shot to go wild.”

“Well I- I’m not saying‚Ķ” Why do I even have to defend myself? “Anyway!” I gave up, exacerbated.

We both sat there in awkward silence. I tried to fake interest in the paper lying on the table and Bisi disinterestedly tapped her spoon on the now empty bowl. Then she spoke out, “So no wild adventures with willing ladies?!”

I coughed back a gasp. “What?”

“Not even a threesome!?” she cried, almost angry.

“Look! I don’t think uh- who I did, or didn’t, um‚Ķ”

Fuck?” she interrupted.

My face was growing angrier by the second. “F-fuh‚Ķ This is, um- really not, not your business‚Ķ”

She didn’t have an immediate reply. We held each other in an uncomfortable stare. Her look was one of almost, I don’t know, fascination. She lightly chewed her lower lip and finally looked down at the table. “I’m sorry‚Ķ I didn’t mean to- to offend you or anything‚Ķ”

Great. Now I felt guilty. “It’s uh- not that‚Ķ Just‚Ķ”

“Gosh, now you must really think I’m just some kinda school slut‚Ķ”

“N-no, don’t um‚Ķ” I heard the front door open and realized Eniola just got home.

“Who knows how you’re going to imagine me now!” she whispered. I couldn’t tell if she was agitated or flattering. What did I want her to be?

She pushed herself out of the chair and brought her dishes to the sink as Eniola came in. “Hey guys!” my girlfriend greeted.

Once Eniola was back, I took the first opportunity to excuse myself from both girls. 

Well, mainly just Bisi. I found myself growing, ahem, increasingly uncomfortable during our conversation. It was already seven shades of awkward to have my girlfriend’s little sister talking so frankly about sex.¬†

Then add on what, at least to my interpretation, was a lot of insinuation into the kind of “experience” she’s had‚Ķ¬†

Well, I was ashamed to find myself, despite my discomfort, sporting a mild erection.

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