“Aww!” Ginika giggled. “Don’t worry, we’ll be your friends. We might as well get to know each other, if we’re all gonna be working together, right?”
And with that, she surprised me with another of her big-breasted hugs. The soft curve of her hip rubbed up against my still-raging erection, and Ginika’s eyes widened at the sensation. Then, with her back to Tamara, Ginika gave me a brief, secretive wink.
“Anyway, it’s getting late. We’ve got to make dinner soon,” Tamara sighed, pointing up at the now inky black sky above us.
They both headed off and I stayed behind in the pool for a few minutes, waiting for my penis to calm down before I hopped back on dry land with a boner in full view of my neighbors. When I finally did emerge from the water, I realised that the 80-year-old woman was still sitting at the side of the pool, serenely poking at the water with her toes.
She looked a bit lost, so I walked over to her and asked, “How are you doing? Everything okay?”
“Oh, I’m just thinking,” she said.
“Thinking about what?”
She turned to me, her eyes glinting with knowing mischief: “Thinking about how nice it would be if I could still fill out a bathing suit as well as those two friends of yours. Once upon a time, you know.”
I just nodded, having no idea how in hell I was gonna respond to that. She saw my discomfort and chuckled genially. “Well, well, well. Mister big handsome man spends all evening flirting with two beautiful girls, but he gets all tongue-tied trying to talk to an old woman.”
“Seems to be the case,” I smirked.
“Did I overhear you say your girlfriend is out of town for a few weeks?”
“Yeah.”
“Well then, son, I suggest you hurry home and rub one out before you do something incredibly stupid. I know how a young man’s mind works, believe me.”
Feeling embarrassed, I nodded my thanks and, still naked except for my wet boxer briefs, I hurried back to my apartment, fully intending to do just as she suggested. Thank god for masturbation; the world’s single greatest vaccination against infidelity—
I had locked myself out.
In my hurry to get downstairs to the pool, I had left my keys inside, with the doorknob bolt locked out of habit. Now I was stuck out here, in the dark, with no phone, no keys, no wallet, and no clothes.
With a sigh, I realized there was only one thing to do…
***
“Ikenna?” Tamara greeted me at the door to her apartment, now dressed in a pair of tiny cotton shorts and a simple vest with no bra. She reflexively draped an arm across her swinging breasts, soon as she saw me. Regardless, she was more covered up at the moment than I was.
The girls had set up a few dozen candles around their apartment to combat the power outage, giving the space a soft, romantic feel. I heard the shower running and could only assume Ginika was rinsing all the chlorine out of her hair.
I said, “Hi, Tamara. So, I’m really sorry about this, but it turns out I’m actually a huge idiot and… I locked myself out of my apartment.”
Way to score points with your new coworkers, genius.
Tamara moved aside and gestured for me to come in.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s happened to all of us at some point or another.” She glanced down at my nearly naked body, and then added, “Although not in quite such a vulnerable state, I would imagine. Let me get you a towel or something to cover up.”
She turned away and headed towards the bathroom, giving me a frustrating eye-full of her long legs and jiggling butt. Just as she reached for the knob, the bathroom door swung open and, totally oblivious to my presence, Ginika stepped out into the hallway, toweling off her long, black hair.
She was beautifully, utterly naked.
For a split second, time froze. My jaw dropped open as I drank in the sight of her: Warm, smooth skin. Full, proud hips framing a tiny patch of pubic hair she had shaved into the shape of a heart. Her breasts—well, I almost fainted. I spent the better part of the past eight hours fantasising about what Ginika would look like topless, and I gotta admit my imagination didn’t begin to do her justice.
As she towelled off her hair, the motion caused her entire chest to shake back and forth.
“Ginika!” Tamara shouted.
The beautiful, naked girl suddenly realised I was standing in her living room, staring at her large breasts, and we both spun away at the same time, mortified.
There was nothing for it but to laugh. After I heard the door slam shut again, I called out, “Can I turn around now?”
“Yes, coast is clear!”
Tamara was on hand to pass me a large towel, which I gratefully accepted. As I went to cover myself up, I noticed her icy eyes dip south—just for an instant—checking out the way my cock was straining against the clinging damp fabric of my boxerw.
Ginika came out to join us a minute later, fully dressed. She made a beeline for the freezer.
“Ginika, there is no light!” Tamara cried. “You’re gonna let out all the cold air.”
“Would you please relax? I for one think we’ve all earned a sip or two of this.”
She retrieved an ice-cold bottle of Smirn-Off Ice from the freezer. “How about you, Ikenna? You look like you need a drink as badly as I do.”
Bad idea, I told myself. Don’t get drunk, not when your girlfriend’s on the other side of the country and the only thing standing between you and the two sexiest women on earth is a pair of boxers. DO NOT DRINK.
Before I could answer, Ginika thrust a tea mug into my hands, half-filled with neat, chilled vodka. The cold rush of air when she opened the freezer had perked up her nipples, which were now staring me in the face.
Yes, I should have politely declined the drink, but I was young and the idea of turning down free alcohol was completely alien to me. Instead, I just thanked her and immediately downed about three shots of the stuff.
Ginika plopped down beside me on the sofa and took a long sip from her own cup. “Sorry for, like, accidentally exposing my nakedness just now.”
“I’m sorry for looking.”
“Well then, here’s to being sorry!” Ginika raised her glass, and we both drowned the awkwardness with another swig of vodka.
The girls let me use their phones, but as expected the building manager couldn’t be reached and wouldn’t be on-site until the morning. I considered calling a locksmith, but Ginika absolutely forbade me on the grounds that it was way too expensive.
“You can just crash here tonight,” she said, earning a wary look from Tamara.
“I can’t impose on you guys that much, I only just met you.”
Ginika squinted comically at me, tapping her chin in thought. “Then we’ll just have to find some way for you to make it up to us. You look like you’re pretty strong, I’ll bet you could barter a night on our couch in return for giving us back rubs.”
Tamara practically spat out her drink. “Ginika! Come on, we work with him! Try to be a little more professional, would you?”
“He’s seen my boobs, girl. I think it’s a bit late for that. Besides, if you were really so concerned with being ‘professional,’ you would have gone into your room and put on a bra the second he walked in the door. Don’t even pretend like you didn’t realise.”
Tamara reflexively covered her chest and took a deep drink from her cup. “I guess a back rub would be okay,” she said, meekly.
Okay, Ikenna. This is your brain. You’ve had a fun evening ogling and flirting with these two women, but I’m finally drawing a line in the fucking sand. You are not, under any circumstances, going to get drunk and spend the night giving Ginika and Tamara back massages. You are gonna pick up that phone, call a locksmith, and when he arrives, you are gonna go inside your apartment, jerk off, and go to sleep. Okay?
Wait—is that jollof rice smell cooking?
Turns out, Tamara could cook a delicious jollof rice. They offered me a piece if, in return, I agreed to throw in a foot massage for each of them before we all went to bed.
So we drank, and ate, and generally had a very nice evening cracking jokes about what had transpired.
“So Ikenna, has that ever happened to you?” Ginika asked. “Like, a member of the opposite sex unexpectedly walks in on you naked?”
“Well… I probably shouldn’t say.”
They both egged me on to tell them the story, so, with the courage of alcohol flowing through my veins, I recounted for them my first time with Omotola, and how hot it had been when her roommate had accidentally walked in on us.
“Oh my god, how embarrassing!” Tamara cried out.
“Actually, that’s the weird part—it really wasn’t. Omotola and I have no shame when it comes to that stuff. It just got us more excited than ever.”
“Really?” Ginika asked.
“Absolutely. I mean, think about it—obviously it was pretty awkward earlier today when I saw you walk out of the shower. But didn’t it also give you, like, at least a little bit of a charge? I mean it’s not like you’ve got anything to be ashamed of.”
Ginika nodded.
“I guess… it was kind of fun.”
She glanced nervously at Tamara, then turned back to face me, her eyes filled with excitement.
“Ikenna, Tamara and I need to discuss something in private for a moment, if you don’t mind.”
I nodded dumbly as the two of them got up and silently walked into one of the bedrooms. I heard urgent, muffled whispers coming through the door, but I couldn’t make out a single word.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tamara emerged, alone. Her eyes met mine, and with the same cold, detached expression she had when we first met, she whispered, “I would like to have my backrub now.”
Without further explanation, Tamara stretched out facedown across the sofa, her long legs and round butt just begging to be looked at.
“Where’s Ginika?” I asked.
“She’s changing into her pyjamas.”
Casually as I could manage, I knelt beside her and slowly pressed my fingers into the muscles on Tamara’s back, rubbing through her singlet. I tried to convince myself that what I was doing wouldn’t upset Omotola. It was just a back massage, after all. This was perfectly innocent. True, I was enjoying myself—growing more than a little excited at the feel of Tamara’s beautiful body in my hands—but what harm was there in enjoying myself?
Her muscles felt unbelievably tense beneath my touch, and I told her as much.
“Stress,” she explained. “Had a lot on my mind lately.”
“Like what?”
Instead of answering me, she just asked me to focus more on her shoulders. I silently obliged, wondering why Ginika was taking such a long time to put on those pyjamas.
“I think she likes you,” she said at last. The dejected tone in her voice was unmistakable.
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