“Who?”
“You know who. Ginika. I think she’s gonna try to make a move on you tonight.”
My hands froze in the middle of her back.
Suddenly, my head was spinning, and not just from all the alcohol I had consumed. Since I had started dating Omotola, I had been hit on by other women plenty of times, but this was the first case where I felt like something might actually happen; the first time I actually, genuinely felt tempted to go for it. The memory of Ginika’s naked body flashed through my mind, and I felt my gut tighten.
I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do.
Tamara rolled onto her side, her eyes imploring, “Listen, your personal life and what you choose to do are none of my business, but please just do me a favour.”
“Sure.”
“You wouldn’t know it to look at her, but Ginika just got through a really awkward breakup with her last boyfriend, and she’s going through a pretty rough time right now. If you DO wind up like, doing stuff with her, please treat her well. Treat her like a princess. She deserves it, she’s…” Tamara looked away from me, her voice breaking as she finished her thought. “She’s a special girl.”
I nodded in agreement and went back to kneading Tamara’s back. So Ginika’s on the rebound, I thought to myself. That explains why she’s been so flirty and aggressive all day.
“Nothing’s gonna happen between us,” I assured Tamara, though the words didn’t sound particularly confident.
A huge sigh of relief poured out of Tamara, and she finally let herself enjoy the massage. The soft moans of pleasure she kept making as I rubbed her body did nothing to slow my racing pulse.
“I’m sorry to get all serious on you like that, Ikenna. Please don’t be offended, I just can’t stand the thought of seeing her hurt anymore.”
I decided to change the subject:
“So Ginika’s newly single, but how about you? What’s your relationship status?”
Tamara frowned, considering for a moment how best to phrase her answer. “Unrequited,” she sighed at last.
“What, is he married or something?”
“No, there’s nobody else in the picture right now.”
“You mean, you’ve got feelings for some guy, but he’s not interested in you? I have trouble believing that, Tamara. You’re about the most beautiful woman I’ve met in my entire life. Not to mention, you’re smart, a good friend, and a good Samaritan to stupid people who lock themselves out of their apartments.”
“Ha! Thank you, Ikenna. You’re sweet. But sadly, it is the way it is.”
I looked at her in the candlelight, our eyes meeting for an instant.
“If it were me,” I whispered, “and I was single, there’s no way I would ever be able to turn you down.”
She smiled, kissed me quickly on the cheek, and then got to her feet.
“I’m off to bed, see you in the morning. We’ll have the building manager let you back into your apartment. Thanks for the back rub.”
She strolled over to Ginika’s bedroom and opened the door:
“Okay, honey. He’s all yours.”
She threw me a final, inscrutable look and disappeared into her own room, closing the door behind her.
For sixty unbearably long seconds, nothing happened. I just sat there on the floor, alone in the dim, flickering light, breathing nervously. Then Ginika opened her bedroom door and walked into view.
My heart jumped into my throat. She had changed into her “pyjamas” alright—though that word typically conjures up images of long-sleeved, button-down top, not the tiny, pink satin nightwear she wore stretched over those massive breasts.
The scooping neckline was trimmed with white lace, and the whole affair hung limply from a pair of the tiniest spaghetti straps I had ever seen. No support to speak of; her soft, round breasts bounced and swayed totally unsupported beneath the material.
Her shorts looked like nothing more than a delicate ribbon of pink lace, doing nothing to deter my imagination.
“Wow,” I moaned, provoking a big, self-satisfied smile on her adorable face.
“Just the sort of reaction a girl likes to get from a handsome man.”
“You look… amazing.”
My mouth hung open with arousal as she confidently crossed the room, closing the distance between us. As soon as she reached me, she leaned forward, giving me a torturous eyeful of her heavy, hanging cleavage—and yanked the towel off from around my waist.
I was too dumbstruck to move. We both looked down at my iron bar of a cock, jutting angrily out through the waistband of my boxers.
Her voice was sweet and sexy: “I think I would like to take you up on that back rub now, if you don’t mind.”
I gestured for her to lie across the couch, as Tamara had, but instead the voluptuous goddess just spun around and settled herself down on my lap. My cock was instantly squeezed between the warmth of her barely-covered asscheeks, which she wiggled for good measure.
Um, gulp? I had expected her to be a bit forward, but I never in a billion years expected it to be like this. Keep it in your trousers. Keep it in your trousers. Keep it in your—fucckkkk, you’re not wearing trousers. Keep it in your underwear.
With every fiber of my being just aching to fuck this woman, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders and started the massage. Ginika’s head lolled to the side, revealing the feminine curve of her neck and giving me an unobstructed view down her shirt. She felt amazing in my hands, so smooth and yielding.
Absentmindedly, Ginika dropped her fingernails to my naked thigh and began tracing random patterns in the skin.
“Just like that,” she moaned. She closed her eyes, panting.
I honestly don’t know if I did it intentionally or not, but as I rubbed her shoulders, the two spaghetti straps holding up her top gradually slipped down over the sides of her arms, taking Ginika’s neckline down with them.
Millimetre by millimetre, that lace neckline travelled down the slope of her breasts, revealing more and more skin until it finally came to an infuriating stop—held up by nothing more than the plumpness of her aroused nipples.
If either of us had shifted even slightly, Ginika’s top would have fallen to her waist and those huge, naked breasts would have swung free.
I couldn’t help myself: Slowly but deliberately, I worked Ginika’s massage from the back of her shoulders to the top of her chest, just below her throat. Daringly, I reached forward, my heart racing from the naughty thrill as my fingertips brushed up against the upper curve of her breasts.
Ginika leaned back against my chest, forcing my hands a few inches further in the process. Her head fell onto my shoulder and she moaned, encouragingly, into the side of my neck:
“That feels nice, too.”
It was like I was in a trance, watching as another man’s hands eagerly slid their way over the tops of Ginika’s breasts and SQUEEZED. The motion finally made her camisole slide all the way down, revealing her full, beautiful chest in all its glory.
My palms slid down, gently grazing across her erect nipples—
“Oh yeah…” Ginika groaned.
What the hell am I doing?! The voice inside my head screamed. This isn’t you! This is wrong!
Ginika slid her ass off my lap and walked her fingertips up my bare thigh, slowing as she tentatively approached my crotch. I looked down at her, panting huskily, her eyes filled with desire—
Our mouths crashed hungrily together.
The second our lips touched, Ginika’s hand closed the final centimeter to my cock and gripped it hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Our tongues teased along each other’s lips—moaning, shaking in each other’s embrace—
I was as horny as I had ever been in my life. That nagging voice in my head sounded like it was shouting at me from the bottom of the ocean.
But nonetheless, I could still hear him.
“Ginika, I’m sorry,” I said, gently releasing her from my arms. “I can’t do this. I’ve got a girlfriend.”
Ginika forced herself against me, kissing desperately.
“I won’t tell her,” she said.
“It’s not that it’s just—that’s not the sort of relationship I want to have. That’s not the sort of man I want to be.”
God, she was so fucking gorgeous, looking at me wide-eyed like that. Her nude skin almost glowed in the soft, flickering light.
Tears welled up in Ginika’s eyes. She quietly pulled her nightwear back on and modestly crossed her arms in front of her braless chest.
I tried to place a reassuring arm around her shoulders, but she angrily shrugged me away.
“I’m sorry, I—”
“Don’t fucking talk to me,” she whispered. Before I could respond, Ginika ran back into her bedroom and locked the door.
Fuck! I collapsed down onto the sofa, my cock still angrily throbbing against the fabric of my underwear. How the hell was I gonna fix this? What was I gonna tell Omotola? What was gonna happen at work tomorrow?
I still had eight weeks to go until Omotola moved in with me. Fifty-five more days of being around Ginika and Tamara. So far, I had only made it through one day—twenty-four stinking hours!
This was going to be the weirdest time of my life.
******
When the sun came up, Tamara shook me awake and curtly informed me that it was time I got the hell out of their apartment. I stumbled around my new apartment complex—still in my underwear—until I finally tracked down the building manager and got him to open my front door.
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