As she hugged me, Ginika whispered, “I can’t tell you how great it is to meet you finally! There are NO people my age at Site B, they’re all like forty or seventy. I have nobody to talk to. Imagine how pleased I was when I found out the new admin was gonna be some cute, young guy!”
Aw crap. Did she really just say “cute?”
By the time I got home from that first day of work, I knew I was in trouble. My muscles ached from carrying cartons upstairs all day, and yet I was still sporting an erection that wouldn’t go away. I couldn’t believe my situation. Eight hours of each day—half my waking life—I was gonna be working alongside the two sexiest women I had ever laid eyes on.
And here I was, without my girlfriend for another TWO MONTHS. The sexual frustration was gonna be intolerable.
As I staggered up to my front door and fumbled to get my key in the lock, I consoled myself with the knowledge that I would only have to deal with Ginika and Tamara while I was at work. At least once I was off the clock, I wouldn’t have to—
“Ikenna?”
It was Ginika’s voice. I looked up to see her and Tamara standing in the corridor, three doors down from my apartment.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked.
“We live here,” Tamara curtly replied. “We’re roommates.”
Ginika shook her head in disbelief, laughing, “Is that really your apartment?”
“Yeah, I moved in last night…”
“I can’t believe it! What are the odds? We’re gonna be neighbours!”
Oh, great.
An hour later, I finally reconnected with Omotola via webcam, and even over the computer, she could see how flustered I was.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“I just… I just REALLY wish you were here.”
She grinned and told me how sweet I was. God, she was beautiful. I reminded myself that I really was a lucky bastard to have a woman like her in my life.
Then the building’s electricity went out.
No lights, no computer, and no way to charge my phone’s dead battery. But worst of all? No fan. It was February, and during the Lagos heat wave, the temperature in my apartment quickly rose to over 100 degrees.
Luckily—or unluckily, depending on how you look at it—our apartment complex had a pool. My swim trunks were still packed away, God knows where, but I figured the black boxer-briefs I had on were modest enough to go out in public. So I stripped to my undies, headed down to the pool, and dove into the cool blue water as fast as I could.
It wasn’t as crowded as you think, given the insane heat. All told, there were only six other people in the water when I went down there. There were two little kids wearing floaties, their parents, an eighty-year-old woman who just wanted to get her feet wet, and some creepy-looking older guy with a boxer and a big gold chain around his neck.
I tried my best not to think about the contributions those two little kids were making to the chemical composition of the water as I floated on my back, enjoying the sensation of weightlessness. At last, a bit of relaxation after a long day of carrying heavy stuff up and down flights of stairs.
One by one, the others got up and left the pool area, until only I and the old woman remained. Unbidden, my mind started conjuring up some predictably racy thoughts about my two beautiful coworkers/neighbours. Ginika and Tamara… I idly wondered what Omotola would think of the pair of them when she finally moved out here in a couple of months. Would she be weirded out when she realised I had been in such close, constant proximity to two world-class specimens of sexy? Or even jealous?
No, that would be silly. Omotola wasn’t the jealous type, anyway, and it’s not like she expected me to spend the rest of my life with blinders on, not even noticing when other attractive women crossed my path. Hell, there’s no crime in just LOOKING at the two of them, is there? Course not! Just so long as looking was all I did, and nothing else.
NOTHING else.
No matter how badly I wanted to.
Clang! The pool gate slammed shut. I lazily spun my head to see who was joining me at the pool—
And there they were, strolling towards me. My two gorgeous tormentors, their delicious bodies wrapped up in beach towels. I threw them a friendly smile and a casual wave of my hand, trying to play it cool and not let on that my heart was already doing somersaults in my chest in anticipation of what I was going to see when those towels came off.
Please be bikinis, please be bikinis, please be bikinis…
Don’t be weird, brain.
“How’s the water?” Tamara asked politely.
“Wet,” I grinned.
“Works for me!” Ginika cheered, and she promptly dropped her towel.
Her suit wasn’t a bikini, but I wasn’t gonna complain about the view. Hot damn, those curves of hers were fantastic. She had on a white one-piece that stretched across her luscious body like a second skin.
She took a running leap into the water, and my cock was already granite hard by the time she popped up for air and swiped the long, wet strands of hair off her smiling face.
“Whoo!” Ginika cheered, then spun to face her still-dry friend. “Get in, it feels great!”
But Tamara just circled along the edge of the pool, over to the shallow end, and dipped her toe to test the temperature.
Ginika turned to me with a conspiring grin, “She’s kind of a chicken.”
“I am not a chicken,” Tamara huffed impatiently. “I just don’t like diving into ice-cold water without checking the temperature first.”
Ginika burst out laughing, “How could the water be ice cold, girl? It’s a million degrees in the shade. We’re lucky this pool isn’t boiling our pretty asses like lobsters.”
Tamara ignored her and went to strip off her beach towel—but she stopped at the last second, quickly giving me an appraising glance. From the look in her eyes, it was obvious why she was hesitant: Tamara was wondering if it would make things awkward at work if I saw her in whatever skimpy outfit she had decided to wear to the pool.
I decided to make things easy on her and looked away, diving for fun down to the bottom of the pool and paddling around, hoping the exercise might do something to bring down my outrageous erection. No luck.
As I popped back up to the surface, I saw Tamara’s towel strewn across the side of the pool, and reflexively spun to catch a quick glimpse of her glorious body as it slipped gracefully beneath the water.
Unlike Ginika, Tamara had decided to wear a two-piece. The top was just a bit of string and a pair of positively immodest triangles to support the soft flesh of her breasts. I didn’t get a great look at the bottoms, but they were pink, and the way they were cut really did a great job of showing off Tamara’s incredibly tight ass and long, lithe legs.
As I tried to start a conversation with them, I silently wondered what they thought of me thus far. I consider myself a decently good-looking guy, and between the team and my fairly active lifestyle, I’ve always kept in pretty good shape. Still, I didn’t begin to approach these girls on the hotness scale, and I seriously doubted they would have been fantasising about me all day, the way I had been fantasising about them.
Still, what if one of them was interested in me? Okay, yeah, Tamara definitely wasn’t, with her icy smile and curt handshake—but what about Ginika? She had called me “cute” at the office, and there was no mistaking all that flirting (and no way in hell was that girl unaware of the effect her “friendly” hugs had on me, rubbing those great big breasts of hers all over my chest).
Maybe she was just a tease, but I figured it would probably be a good idea if I found a way to subtly drop the fact that I was in a serious relationship sooner rather than later. Who knows? It might even make Tamara loosen up around me. Yeah. I should definitely slip my girlfriend’s existence into the conversation.
“Does the power go out here often?” I asked instead.
“Oh my god, lately it’s been happening all the time!” Ginika answered.
Tamara added, “Too many people running their air conditioners at once, we think. But we’ve only got one building manager who can fix stuff, and he’s only here in the morning.”
Ginika caught me checking her out and shot me a naughty smile. “Good thing we have this pool to keep cool in the heat. I bet we’ll be bumping into you down here”
She emphasised “bumping into” by literally bumping her body against mine.
Yeah, okay, she’s definitely hitting on you, Ikenna. Better mention your girlfriend.
Ginika continued treading water beside me, and I did my best to ignore the way her breasts were swaying beneath the water.
Her name’s Omotola, remember? You’ve been dating for three years. Love of your life? Tell these girls you’re off the market!
Was it just me, or had Ginika’s swimsuit turned just a touch more transparent than it had been before, when it was dry? In retrospect, I really wasn’t doing a very good job of maintaining eye contact.
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