My movement slowed down, and I could not bear to take my eyes off my phone – waiting for Fawaz to give me the response I wanted. The other girl had put quite some distance between us now, and I was losing my patience.
I started to type again, only to see that Fawaz was already typing. I held my breath and prayed softly. Then his text came in: “Why are you asking?” I felt sweat rise all over my forearms from just anxiety about what I was about to do next.
I was so scared and unsure. What would I say if my boss caught me over at her place with Fawaz? What if my boss was already at home and I would not be able to see Fawaz, and most importantly, how do I explain to the parents of my whereabouts when this girl returns home without me?
While I tried to do some quick math to find a solution to these questions, my phone began to ring; it was Fawaz. My hand trembled as I picked up the call. He asked me again why I wanted to know whether he was home alone.
I told him that I was on an errand not too far from his place, and I might be able to come over only if he was home alone. The moment he heard that part, I could hear the excitement in his tone.
“Yes, I am at home; you must come o.” Hearing that alone made me happy. I was happy that he was excited, but most importantly, I was happy because I knew we would get down. I have not had sex in a while, and I had not seen Fawaz in a while too.
That foolish Lekan boy had come to the office and turned me on unnecessarily, and since then, I have been dealing with serious horniness. “I will try my best to come; I will call you later. I am with someone.”
I managed to say all of these, still very shy and yet to figure out how I would manoeuvre the situation. We made it to the church member’s place and handed the parcel to her. She thanked us and started to pray for us.
I just wanted to leave. Ever since I heard his voice and felt his excitement over the phone, my pussy had started to buzz. My breathing was becoming heavy, and I felt the woman and the other girl that I came with would notice me and ask me questions, so I held it.
Once I did, I heard a low hiss from my side. It made me feel bad; I thought that it was because of my heavy breathing. Eventually, this woman finished her prayers and sent us our way with a token of appreciation.
Immediately, we got outside; the other girl quickly split the money and gave me my share. Then she pulled me close and whispered in my ear that she needed to get somewhere urgently; she was not heading to the church anytime soon.
She would need me to cover for her in case they asked for her whereabouts. Only if she knew how happy those words made me. I smiled and told her that I wanted to get somewhere too. We did not bother asking where we were headed; she just gave me her phone number and said that we should call each other when we were about to leave our destinations so that we could arrive home or the church around the same time with matching stories.
Right now, both of us were in such a hurry that we could not cook stories. I watched her cross the road and take a bike headed in the direction that I was headed. After a few paces, I hailed a bike and got on it.
Then I finally texted Fawaz and told him that I was on my way. It felt like the bike-man was overspeeding, and I just could not complain; he clearly understood the assignment. I needed him to get there as quickly as possible so that I could leave before evening time.
But the way he was speeding, I feared an accident. What would I tell people, or where would I tell them that I was headed, and for what reason was I headed that way?
But the bike finally pulled to a halt in front of my Oga’s house, and I paid him. It took him a while to fetch my change, and it seemed like forever. But I could not complain. I collected it and heaved a sigh of relief.
It felt like my lungs had tightened and I could barely breathe. I was so scared. I texted Fawaz and stood by the gate.
Few minutes later, I heard footsteps at the gate and then metal clangs as he unlocked it from inside. He opened it, and my sight was blessed with his bare chest and shorts. My pussy was buzzing from hearing his voice; seeing him in this manner just made me wet.
There was no way that I was not getting fucked today. I walked toward him, slowly, like my legs were unsure of their duty, like every time I stepped on the floor, they seemed to stick. I finally got close to him and perceived his cologne.
Wow… Like that was not enough, once I entered the compound, he stretched his arms, calling me to come in for a hug.
All that anticipation, and I was just so shy to do it. I gave him a quick side-hug and tried to pull away, but he was not having it. He pulled me back and wrapped his arm around my neck. I melted into his chest, and his scent seemed to cure me of my inability to properly breathe.
I took him in and let my head rest on his chest. My big breasts were the only things that kind of separated us because we hugged so tight that I could feel them splattered across my chest.
I knew he could feel them too, and it just made me happy. Ezekiel peeped from his gate post and momentarily retreated. Fawaz seemed unbothered by him but finally broke the hug and led me inside the house.
My body was still trembling as I thought of everything that would happen once we were in a more closed space. In the sitting room, I saw a picture frame of my Oga, and it added fear to my shyness.
I just sat on the couch; he offered me a canned drink, and I just left it there on the table. That was not what I came for.
Fawaz went to his room, leaving me here, terrified and unable to look up out of fear of seeing my Oga’s picture, and I was just too shy to go and join him in the room. He finally came back outside and sat beside me, asking how my journey was and what errand I had been on earlier.
I did not know how to answer because the only thing that was ringing in my head now was the fact that I was too horny and so wet that it had probably stained my clothes.
I felt a bit shy, awkward, scared and all. I did not know how Fawaz would react if I made the move, and I was scared that my Oga would come back and catch me there with him after all her warnings. I was too lost in these thoughts when I felt him grab my breast. Hot breath jumped out of my nostril.
I immediately clasped my thighs together because I knew my pussy was about to pump another batch of juice and make a bigger mess out of me. I just remained there, stiff as Fawaz ran his hand on my cloth-covered breasts while I did my best to breathe so that I would not suddenly pass out.
When his hand finally went into my clothes through my cleavage area and grabbed my bare breast through it, I knew I was in soup. Trying to tighten my thighs became harder because my pussy was so wet they were sliding off each other.
I managed to hold his hand and finally begged him to stop. He asked me if there was anything wrong, and I just shook my head. Then he asked me whether I wanted to do anything else.
“I… I… want to sleep” Those were the only words that I could mutter, and I knew even he was surprised. But before he could do anything about it, I removed his hand from my breasts and rested my head on his thighs, hoping that would help me regain control over myself.
That was a stupid mistake because Fawaz was wearing shorts and he had just smooched my breast earlier; his penis was already hard. I rested my head on it and pretended like I did not notice.
But that penis kept vibrating against my head so much that I could no longer deny its presence. I raised my head and looked at Fawaz so innocently. He stared into my eyes, ready to devour me and his hand pulled his shorts band down his waist, revealing the biggest penis I have ever seen in my life.
I looked at it and looked back at Fawaz with my breath trembling. “Oya, suck it…” he said those words so easily that I had to look at the penis and back at him again before I finally grabbed his penis in one hand and brought my mouth to it.
There was no denying that my small mouth would not cover the whole penis, but I could always try. I pushed it into my mouth as far as I could while I used two of my hands to massage his shaft. That God Lekan taught me how to suck his big penis before I broke up; all those skills were in good use right now.
By the time I removed his penis from my mouth, it was filled with saliva, and Fawaz was complimenting me for being a good penis sucker. I was so shy to hear him call me that, but I was happy too. I hid my face in his chest.
Until he gave me a firm spank on my soft fat ass. “Oya, lie down, let me fuck you.” Those words made my pussy scream in joy, and I felt myself getting wetter. Finally, I found my voice and told him,
“Let us go inside.”
He looked around and laughed before mentioning that I was scared to get fucked in front of my Oga’s picture. He was right, but more than that, I wanted to enjoy this big penis, and I did not think the couch would give me the feeling that I wanted.
Written by Reezy Sama
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