April 16, 2024


Edymaniac: The Angola Vacation (Episode 2) [18+]

 

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Edymaniac: The Angola Vacation (Episode 2) [18+]

A little embarrassed, I gulped, and said, “Sorry, it’s just…it’s a side of you I haven’t seen. I’m only human.” I smiled meekly.

“Oh don’t be silly, Lanre. I’m asking a lot of you. You can look as much as you like. I don’t mind. As long as you stay with me and keep me company.”

There was something so wholesome and disarming about her. So many beautiful girls have a way of making you feel self-conscious and on edge around them. Not Nana. From the very first day, she made me feel completely at ease, like being around an old friend.

She beckoned me over to the bed, and I followed, lying down on my back on the right side of the bed. A moment later, she crawled into bed next to me, pulled the covers up over us and snuggled up against me. “Let me warm up against you for a little,” she said, “then I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”

“Whatever you say,” I replied, reaching my arm around her and pulling her up against me. With all of the close contact, the smell of her hair, the feeling of her breasts pressed against my side, it wasn’t long before I was sporting an erection. I was pretty sure she could tell, but she didn’t say anything or give any indication it made her uncomfortable, and after a while we were both asleep.

The next morning, we both got up early to get ready for work. We didn’t talk much, but before I left to return to my apartment, Nana came up behind me and gave me a bear hug, saying “thank you for staying with me. That’s the best I’ve slept since I got here.”

“Any time,” I said as I left, wondering if I really meant it.

*

That night, I went to dinner and drinks with some fellow teachers and didn’t get back until around ten o’clock. Exhausted, I immediately brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. Just as I was about to hop in bed, there was a knock on the door. It was Nana, and she was dressed in the same sleeping clothes as the night before.

“Hi…uh…come in,” I said. She readily accepted the invitation and a few minutes later, we were lying on my bed, watching TV, her head again resting on my chest. Thanks to the light of the TV, I had a pretty good view of her cleavage down the collar of her shirt, and the shirt itself was pretty thin, easily showing the outline of her nipples.

I hadn’t had any kind of sexual release in days and was still a bit worked up from all the close contact the night before, so within seconds I had a raging erection. This it time I was certain she noticed. It was right in front of her face, after all. So I decided to address it first.

“I’m…sorry about that. It’s…um…just a reaction to the close contact. It’s involuntary.”

“Are you saying you would get hard no matter who was cuddling up with you? Even some ugly woman?”

“Um…no…” I started to say, fumbling for words.

“Relax, Mr. Uptight Nigerian. I’m just having a laugh. I know how you boys work. And I’m not even the slightest bit bothered. As long as you don’t expect me to help you with that, it’s not a problem.”

“Of course not,” I added quickly.

Nana ended up spending the night in my bed that night, and before I even appreciated what was happening, we had established a new routine. We spent the night together, in one or the other’s apartment, every night that week. And it was always the same: very affectionate, but not intimate, not sexual.

But it was starting to present quite a conundrum for me. I was incredibly attracted to Nana and all of the close contact was a constant stimulant. I had an erection nearly continuously and not much opportunity to address it. One morning, I was so desperate that I ended up rubbing one out in the shower before work, something I rarely do.

*

By the time the weekend rolled around, I knew I needed to find a better outlet, so I reached out to a fellow expat I knew who lived a few towns over. Her name was Bisi. She was from England, a Nigerian-British girl from Manchester. with a pierced nose and several tattoos.

We had hooked up once at a house party four or five months before. We hadn’t slept together at the time – just drunkenly fooled around a little on a couch – but she had made it clear that she was up for a casual hookup any time. She wasn’t on the same level as Nana on the attractiveness scale, but she was cute enough, and I knew she wasn’t looking to get attached.

Thankfully, she didn’t have Saturday plans and she agreed to meet up with me in Sapporo. I left a note for Nana letting her know that I was going to the city and didn’t plan to be back until Sunday sometime. I met Bisi at an eatery and, after we ate, we rented a booth and ordered drinks.

By the end of the third song, we were making out. I had so much pent-up sexual energy that the mere act of kissing made me instantly and powerfully aroused. At my urging, we were soon on a bus headed back to my town, which was closer than hers, and making out the whole way, much to the curiosity of our fellow train passengers.

When we finally got to my place, it was a little after 10:00 pm, and by the time the door was shut, we were kissing passionately and starting to pull off each other’s clothes. As I was about to reach for Bisi’s shirt, there was a knock at the door. I knew instantly who it was and felt awkward about it.

When I opened the door, Nana immediately saw Bisi sitting on my bed, saw my dishevelled appearance and no doubt knew exactly what was happening. For a moment, there was a flash of what might have been jealousy or hurt in her eyes, but she recovered quickly and forced a smile. “I’m so sorry, Lanre. I didn’t realise you had company. Have a good night!” And with that, she was gone.

I closed the door and returned to Bisi. “Who was that?” she asked.

“Just my neighbor,” I answered. “She’s new. She probably just wanted to watch TV or something.”

“She’s hot. Lucky you, Lanre.” And with that, we picked up where we left off. Within minutes, we were both nearly naked and Bisi had dropped to her knees at the foot of my bed and quickly taken my cock into her mouth. She was unusually confident and aggressive, at least compared to the other girls I had been with up to that point in my life, and it was an enormous turn-on.

And given that I hadn’t hooked up with anyone in over a month and had been in a state of perpetual arousal all week, I knew I had no hope of lasting long, at least during round one.

Bisi must have sensed this as well by the way my body was tensing up, but she didn’t let up a bit and, within no time, I was coming hard into her mouth. Given the week I have had, it must have been an awful lot of fluid, but she swallowed it down without objection.

Moments later I pulled her to her feet and then pushed her back gently onto the bed. I then moved down between her legs and began to return the favour. I prided myself on being good with my tongue and, based on her reaction, she agreed.

Within minutes she was moaning loudly enough to wake the neighbours, and it occurred to me that Nana must be hearing everything through the paper-thin walls that separated our apartments. But I pushed that thought out of my mind and concentrated on the task at hand, which, within a few minutes, led to an enthusiastic orgasm.

By that time, my cock was rock hard again. I reached under my bed, fumbled around for a second and eventually pulled a condom out of the box I kept down there. As I pulled myself up onto my knees in front of Bisi, she saw what I had in my hand and smiled wickedly.

As I tore open the wrapper and began rolling the condom on, Bisi did something that surprised me. She sat up and then flipped over onto all fours, facing away from me. She grabbed my headboard with both hands and stuck her ass out toward me, clearly wanting me to take her from behind. To this day, when I close my eyes, I can still see her bouncy ass wagging in front of me, glistening with sweat, begging to get fucked.

I was happy to oblige. I gripped her hip with my left hand and, with my right hand, guided my cock inside her. Before I was even halfway in, she pushed back with her ass, completing the connection. Within seconds, we were fucking fast and hard, our bodies slapping and the headboard banging against the wall. She was very vocal, encouraging me to go harder and faster, yelling

“Fuck me, Lanre” every so often. I couldn’t help wondering what Nana must be thinking next door. We were making such a noise.

When it was all done, we lay there naked and panting, drenched in sweat. The sex had been smoking hot and exactly what I needed, but now that I had scratched that itch, my thoughts kept returning to Nana. It had only been six nights that we spent together, but it had quickly come to feel comfortable and normal, and I missed her. I hoped that what had just happened tonight wouldn’t scare her off.

In the morning, Bisi and I had sex one last time, this time with her on top. And then she gathered her clothes and left without saying much, giving no indication she expected a call or any follow up.

*

When I eventually got dressed and ventured out around lunchtime, I thought about knocking on Nana’s door but decided against it. I would wait for her to come to me. But she never did. The evening came and went. I knew that she was home because I could hear her TV on, but she never knocked, and I fell asleep alone. Monday came and went in much the same way, without Nana calling, texting, or stopping by.

On Tuesday, she finally made contact again, stopping by my apartment as she got home from work (and looking as pretty as ever). She invited me to dinner and I accepted. Once we were seated at the fried meat place down the street, she finally came out with it.

“So I know I don’t have any right to be jealous, Lanre, but who was that girl? Are you two together now?”

I smiled. “No, she’s just a girl who lives a few towns over, an English teacher, like us. We’ve hung out before.”

“Not that it’s any of my business, I guess, but it sure sounded like you were doing more than just…um…hanging out.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. It’s kind of awkward with such thin walls. We definitely hooked up. But it’s nothing more than that.”

Nana’s eyebrows were raised, a sceptical look on her face.

I continued, “Look, I’m not generally a one-night stand kind of guy, but the truth is, after last week, I really needed an outlet, and I kind of had a sense she would be up for that, you know, with no strings attached.

Nana, I love spending time with you, and I loved sharing a bed with you all last week, but it’s tough, having a beautiful girl pressed against you all the time and knowing she’s off-limits. Like I said, I just needed an outlet.”

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