Alhaji left, and I stayed there in my office smiling at myself, feeling like one of those wicked bosses in American films. From that small office, I have commanded three men to do my wishes and foiled a developing love story.
It had been moments since Alhaji left before I finally got out of my head. With my lace blouse still on and my ass still naked, I took a quiet stroll down to the door of my office. I opened it carefully again and peeped in the direction of my apprentice.
Dara sat there alone, and I could just picture where Fawaz would be in my head. It gave me some calm that I had kept them apart for my selfish interest, but then, there was no denying that I felt a little sad over doing Dara that much dirt.
She was a good and loyal girl to me. But then, the game is the game. Perhaps when I have my taste of Fawaz, I would let her have a taste too to make it up to her, and if he was not as sweet as I had hoped, I would let them be together forever and tell Ruka that her son found a good girlfriend.
All these thoughts played in my head as I re-tied my wrapper around my waist and returned to my seat to continue work for the day.
A couple of hours later, I came out of the office to check on Fawaz and see whether he wanted to eat anything. I approached Dara, and I immediately knew that something was wrong. She could not maintain eye contact with me when she answered my question, and the way she sluggishly moved about showed that she was unhappy.
She said Fawaz had left the office shortly after Alhaji left because he said something to him. Now I fully realised that things were going awry. I stepped out of the office to see if I would be able to locate Fawaz.
He was in my car sleeping. I got in and did not know whether to wake him or let him be, but it seemed like he felt my presence. He woke and put himself in a sitting position. It was only the two of us in the car, so I locked the door behind me and started to apologise to him on Alhaji’s behalf. Surprisingly, he was indifferent about the whole thing.
He said he had just come to the car because he felt sleepy. His response calmed me a bit, but I felt there was something he was hiding from me same as Dara. Since I could not force them to talk, I walked back to my office, unable to concentrate because of the thought in my head.
At the start of rush hour, I decided that I would go home and leave the rest of the office work to Dara. Seeing that she was still moody, I put my hand in my bag and counted out ten thousand naira for her as a gift.
She smiled, but it was not full. I left feeling a bit lighter seeing her smile. All the way home, Fawaz did not look at my side and seemed to be lost in thought. As much as I felt like asking him questions, I decided against disturbing his thought process.
We got home, and Fawaz picked up my bag for me and walked behind me to the house. My legs nearly knocked themselves over at the thought of him behind me. When we reached the house, I was about to stretch my hand to collect my bag from him, but he did not look like someone who was stopping anytime soon. So, I pushed my luck and walked to the room. He followed me in, and I heard the door close behind us. I felt hazy for a second.
Was this really happening? Well, nothing happened because he dropped my bag on my dresser and said his goodnights.
Every bit of joy that was already growing within me suddenly disappeared. I watched him take step after step till he got to the door and twisted the doorknob. That was when I finally asked whether he would like to have dinner.
He paused and answered, then left my room. Everywhere suddenly felt quiet, but I quickly changed my clothes and proceeded to the kitchen. I got yam flour out of the cupboard and made succulent amala.
I cook as well as I fucked. Before long, aroma filled my kitchen, and I know even Fawaz must have felt it. He came out of his room to the kitchen to ask whether I needed his help with anything. That was surprising, but I loved it.
I asked him to go and set the table while I took my bath to wipe off sweat. We both proceeded to the assigned duties, and for the second time that day, I worried about dressing well enough to entice Fawaz.
In the bath, I ensured to clean my breasts well, especially my nipples. I would not want a scenario where Fawaz would be sucking and then feel particles on them. As that went on, I suddenly remembered the romp I had with Alhaji earlier in the day and immediately got to scrubbing my pussy clean.
God forbid that Fawaz eats my pussy and smells someone else’s cum or even tastes it.
Upon satisfaction, I stepped out to my room, stark naked and wet all over. I stood in front of my trusty mirror to do my routine body check before swinging my breasts gently and loving how they rolled on my chest.
Perhaps I should just attend dinner with Fawaz in my natural suit. I smiled at that thought; it would make me look absolutely desperate, but I did not care much. I just wanted to see this handsome boy’s penis and have a taste of it.
The fact that he is my best friend’s son did not matter that much. She said ladies were rushing him over to their area, and she wanted me to keep them away from him. How best to do that than to have him munching on my pussy? I must find out the reason why those girls in their former area were always all over him.
I smirked and brought my see-through lingerie. After a deep breath, I finally opened the door to rejoin Fawaz. He had not touched his food; the nice boy was waiting for me. Such a nice character, unless his razz mum, well, he is literate.
We sat opposite each other and ate in silence. I had hoped that he would see me batting my eyes at him, but he seemed more focused on his food. I loved that he was enjoying it and the way he was tearing the meat in his hand, and I so much wish for him to devour me like that later. Watching him eat and the nasty thoughts that I was having about him made me fill up quickly.
I sat there watching Fawaz clean his plate while my legs dangled under the table, trying to tease his legs and seduce him in the old-fashioned way.
He finally got up and cleared the table for both of us while I waited for him to return. On his way back, he started to head for his room, but I called out to him and asked him to spend some time with me as I began to walk toward him.
Seeing his stiff posture, I opted to sit on the couch instead of running into his arms. He picked a different chair and sat there. In my mind, I eagerly waited for him to say something to me or just give me the faintest green light. None came, so I gave up and decided it was time to go to the room.
But. As soon as I made my move, I heard Fawaz call out to me in the faintest tone possible.
Since I had been expecting him to make a move all night, I quickly attended to his call like a caring mother and crouched to listen to him even though he was now facing down again and not saying anything.
I sat beside him and rubbed his back to ask what was wrong. He sighed, then looked at me. I could see him begging me with his eyes, then with his words, he asked if he could confide in me. I assured him that he could then he finally started to talk.
He told me that he had developed something for Dara and he wished to date her, but she needs convincing that he was not doing anything with me. Once again, I felt proud of Dara for looking after my interests. I went quiet, waiting for Fawaz to complete his statement, but he said nothing more.
I sighed and told him that Dara already had a boyfriend and they met earlier that day, and also, his mum asked me to keep him away from girls so he could focus on his studies only.
Fawaz held my wrists and pleaded with me. I was stunned. I told him that there was nothing I could do about the situation. His hands moved a bit higher, close to my elbow, as he pleaded more, saying that he would do anything I wanted.
That sounded like a good offer, but what he was requesting in return did not favour me, so I tried harder to resist. I told him that I did not want to betray his mum. Fawaz froze for a minute before letting go of my hands.
“She’s not my mum, and I’m not her son; her son is in the village with her mother.” She helps me pay my school fees and others, and I fuck her hard in return. She lied to you so that we would not fuck, and I have been avoiding you because I do not want to fuck two friends at the same time and cause trouble between you guys.
But she is too possessive, and I need to start my life too. I need to date someone my age. He said with finality, and I just stood there like an effigy trying to process everything he had just said. When he saw that I was rooted to a spot, he started to pull his trousers off to flash me his dangling penis.
Jesus, that thing must be up to 8 inches, and it was thick too. This looks like a kind of penis that can tear pussy. I could not hear what he was saying well, but like he was calling from afar, he said,
“If you can help me break up with Aunty Ruka and tell Dara that I have no business with you, I will give you the best fuck of your life.” The offer was good, but I want to make it better.
The End
Written by Reezy Sama
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