So guess what? I didn’t get a good night’s sleep. I was relentlessly afraid that Bisi would sneak back in at any moment and try to annoy me. The slightest sound would jolt me alert. At one point, I think the tenant above us walked around for a minute. At the time, I could have sworn it was her trying to make her way back in the bedroom. I might have actually started to sweat a little.
Every time I started to actually fall asleep, I was plagued by vivid memories of Bisi kneeling next to me. Of Bisi stroking my dick. Of Bisi whispering hot secrets into my ear. Of Bisi’s warm breath… I would startle awake, unsure if I was dreaming or if it was happening again. My body would be awash in nerves. It was almost like I was sick with fever.
If all that wasn’t enough, there was the arousal. Regardless of everything, or probably because of it, I was permanently turned on. At first, I tried to ignore it; I thought of anything to push it out of my head. Eventually I was so frustrated, every five minutes feeling like an hour, that I gave in and quietly jerked off. I was hoping that coming would help take the edge off and let me sleep… All it did was make me feel worse about lusting after Bisi the entire time.
When the morning came, Eniola could tell right away that I had a bad night. She asked what was wrong, I told her I was just restless for some reason; hoped again that I wasn’t getting sick after all. She gave me a pitiful look. Well, at least there was some good news.
She had felt bad that Bisi wasn’t having much fun, so she managed to swing a half-day at work. Her plan was to get back home sometime early in the afternoon, then go out with her sister so she wouldn’t be left bored with me. That much was a relief. I don’t have to put up with that tormenting,… piece of shit… much longer.
Sometime after Eniola left for work, I decided to come out of hiding. I entertained the notion of just lying in bed and feigning sickness, but honestly, I was fed up with that goddamn room since the torture of the previous night. And I was hungry.
I went out in pajamas and a shabby tee-shirt. I didn’t bath. Fuck, I didn’t even brush my teeth. I felt like crap, and I figured looking the part might turn Bisi off. I grabbed a box of cornflakes and flopped into the couch, turning the TV on. Images flashed on the screen as I mindlessly shoveled cornflakes from the box to my mouth.
At some point I actively started wondering where Bisi was. What is she planning this time? It started to make me nervous. I just knew she had to be up to something. I even started contemplating getting up and peeking into her room to see if I could glimpse what she was up to.
It never came to that. I was startled to hear the front door open. I swung my head around and saw Bisi jog in. She wasn’t even *here*? She was wearing a tiny pair of gym shorts and a thin tank-top. Her body was covered in sweat. “Hey!” she breathed, “I decided to hit up the gym room you guys have here.”
I looked at her blankly. Her top clung to the curves of her body, sticking to her skin from the sweat. Dimly, I thought, ‘I wonder if she looks like that after fucking?’ I let my head fall back to staring at the TV. “Cool,” I muttered.
“Yeah, I had all this, like, pent-up energy. I dunno what it was!” she exclaimed, deliberately walking through the room in front of me and wiggling her ass provocatively. “Anyway, I’m gonna hit the shower, if that’s okay?”
“Um- okay then! You know where to find me if you, uh, want anything.” She continued on her way to the shower. Thoughtlessly I turned my head to see her walk away. My guess is she knew I was looking, because she pulled her top off as she left, making sure my last image was one of her undressing herself. That goddamn tease.
I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus again on the TV, but I could barely keep any straight thoughts in my head. The shower was audible though. Just don’t think about her naked… water falling over her soapy, slippery body… Ah fuck.
If asked, I probably would have guessed she was going to come out in a towel and see how well I could resist her again. It was almost surreal; I would have never imagined myself in such a situation… A twenty-year-old fox living under my roof, seeing if she can make me cheat. And there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
Well, when she came out wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, I was genuinely surprised. That’s it?
She grabbed some yogurt and meat-pie from the fridge and sank into a chair by the couch. “What are you watching?”
“Uh- nothing really.” What’s she up to…?
“Cool,” she replied.
She ate in silence as I flipped the channels. I sat uneasily, just waiting for her to bring up her questioning from last night. Finally it came, “You look kinda tired.”
“Mmm,” I mumbled.
“Didn’t sleep much?”
“Uh, something like that.”
“Oh… That’s weird, because like, you were sleeping fine when I saw you…”
Here we go…
“Well uh, I’m not used to uninvited visitors coming in when I’m sleeping,” I replied, not looking away from the screen.
“Aww… I hate to think the thought of me kept you up at night…” she mocked concern.
“Mmm,” I mumbled again, ignoring the comment.
We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, which was all the more awkward because I just anxiously anticipated her next comment. The fact that she said nothing scared me even more. Once her yogurt was empty, she got up out of the chair and tossed it in the kitchen. I swallowed, nervous about what she might do. God, she’s got me on edge no matter what she does.
She came back into the main room and stood by the couch, stretching her arms up. Her body was right next to me, so it was hard to ignore her… Especially since her shirt rode up and exposed her flat tummy. Then I was stunned because she proceeded from stretching her hands up to grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it up and off. She casually threw it onto an empty chair.
I couldn’t help but to openly stare at her now. She wore a small bikini top that really showed her off. I’ve seen her topless, yet I still can’t resist… Her hands ran down her stomach as if checking herself out, then rested at her jeans and began unbuttoning them. Oh crap…
“W-what are you- uh, doing?” I managed.
With her trousers undone, she squeezed her legs together and pulled them down, revealing sexy undies and a whole lot of leg. “Um, taking my clothes off…” she responded dryly.
She’s really dropping pretenses now… “Um… Why?”
She kicked her trouser off her ankles and put them on the chair with her shirt. Standing in front of me now in only a bikini, she turned to me with an impish smile. “Um… why do you think?”
“Damn it, Bisi… We’re not gonna- uhm…”
She raised an eyebrow at me and walked into the kitchen. A moment later she came back out, a tube of sunscreen in her hand. “Um- I’m gonna go to the pool… If that’s all right with you?”
I feel like such a tool. “Oh- uh, of course… Yeah…”
“Gosh,” she grinned, “You think every time a girl takes off her clothes, she wants to fuck you?”
I turned my eyes away, guilty.
“Naughty, naughty boy… What am I going to do with you?” she teased.
Whatever you want… “Um, okay- Sorry. Don’t uh, don’t let me keep you from the- the pool.”
“What’s the rush?” she pouted.
I tried to look around her body to the TV and not respond.
“Okay well, can you at least help me lotion up?”
“Uh… You can do that yourself…”
“Come on,” she persisted, “It’s just my back… It’s not a big deal…”
First your back, then your arms, then your stomach, then your tits… “I don’t… think so.”
She sighed, “Fine.” Next she poured some lotion into her hand and began rubbing it into her arms. Then she propped up one of her legs onto the arm of the couch nearest me. She leaned over her leg and massaged the cream onto her, enticing me to watch. She repeated this with her other leg, then did her stomach… I tried not to look, even out of the corner of my eye, as she dabbed some on her chest and rubbed her breasts teasingly. She knows I’m dying to watch her…
“I guess I’ll have to find some other boy to do the rest of me… Won’t you be jealous?” She sounded so innocent… God, it just annoyed me up worse.
“Nope.” The pathetic part of it was that I did feel annoyed that somebody else might get to run their hands over her body. If anybody deserves it, it’s me!
“Okay then, your loss.” She purposely stepped in front of me and bent over to put the lotion down on the table in front of us. I bit my lip as her hot ass pushed out at me, and I recalled the first time she showed off to me in that little skirt only a few days earlier…
“You know where I’ll be if you change your mind,” she reminded me before she left.
No sooner than she closed the door behind her did I give a huge sigh. If I know if it was out of relief or sheer frustration. I just wanted to scream out, ‘She’s too much!’
Well I didn’t do that, but I did faintly entertain the thought of masturbating. Bisi’s given me enough memories to stroke off to for years… But the guilt of the situation got to me, and I decided to ignore my hard-on. However, for the first time that week, I did feel somewhat at ease in my own home. I guess the fact that I knew she was out the door and somewhere else made me feel that I could let my guard down.
Maybe I’ll just keep my ass on this chair until Eniola gets home. It can’t be too much longer. I continued to channel surf, but I really felt the drowsiness start to overcome me. Putting my legs up on the chair, I allowed myself to get comfortable. At some point I noticed that I had to consciously keep reopening my eyes to watch the show on the TV. It wasn’t long after that point when I finally drifted off into a deep nap from the exhaustion.
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