EPISODE 5
“Ndeewo o Corper”. A familiar feminine voice greeted from behind him. He rubbed his hand with the back of his palm, slightly turning to acknowledge her greeting. It was a short but needed nap he had fell into on the plastic chair. It was Anita, one of his lodge mates. A final year student at the state’s University.
“How was your day Annie?”
“One word!, stressful”. She exclaimed.
“Ehyah. Ndo”. He replied trying not to laugh even though he had felt the urge, else his hunger might be provoked.
“I guess it was the heat that drove you out to the balcony today”. She said affirmatively while making her way to the passage adjoining the balcony. She had gone to buy a few things at the market and had both her hands occupied.
Bode felt a little tempted to blame his compelling presence at the balcony on the hunger but hurriedly discarded the thought . They were not so close and it was the first time they had had conversation aside their normal exchange of greetings and pleasantries.
“Yes o, the heat is killing. Don’t know wetin we use do Nepa, since day before yesterday!”. He managed to say.
She came back minutes later to meet him at the balcony.
“Corper, please I don’t know how busy you are. I need your favour”.
“I’d gladly oblige you. What is it about?”.
“I want to change my bulb but the holder is beyond my reach”. She said smiling innocently.
“That’s no problem. I can do it now”. He responded, standing to show his willingness.
“Thank you!”. She exclaimed, leading him to her room. She swung her door open and summoned him to come in.
“How was your day Annie?”
“One word!, stressful”. She exclaimed.
“Ehyah. Ndo”. He replied trying not to laugh even though he had felt the urge, else his hunger might be provoked.
“I guess it was the heat that drove you out to the balcony today”. She said affirmatively while making her way to the passage adjoining the balcony. She had gone to buy a few things at the market and had both her hands occupied.
Bode felt a little tempted to blame his compelling presence at the balcony on the hunger but hurriedly discarded the thought . They were not so close and it was the first time they had had conversation aside their normal exchange of greetings and pleasantries.
“Yes o, the heat is killing. Don’t know wetin we use do Nepa, since day before yesterday!”. He managed to say.
She came back minutes later to meet him at the balcony.
“Corper, please I don’t know how busy you are. I need your favour”.
“I’d gladly oblige you. What is it about?”.
“I want to change my bulb but the holder is beyond my reach”. She said smiling innocently.
“That’s no problem. I can do it now”. He responded, standing to show his willingness.
“Thank you!”. She exclaimed, leading him to her room. She swung her door open and summoned him to come in.
He took the room’s interior in with a quick glance, marveling at her room’s austere simplicity. On the floor of her room laid a thick blue rug with an underlay. The room was painted sky blue to ensure uniformity with the thick rug. Though a bit dark, he noticed the affluence that abode the room. She had a plasma TV on her wall which was conspicuously placed above her home theater to give a grandeur feeling. Tucked far into the corner of the room was a plastic reading table and a chair with books neatly arranged under the table.
“Here is the bulb”. She said, handing him the new bulb. He took the bulb from her and moved the chair below the lamp holder so he could stand on it. Having positioned himself well on the chair, he replaced the old bulb with the new one.
“Done”. He said satisfactorily while returning the chair to its place.
“Thanks Corper”.
“Don’t mention, we would know what’s up when the light is brought”. He said smiling.
“I’d rather test it with my gen later. I doubt this light would be brought anytime soon”. She confidently enthused.
“Please let me quickly prepare a meal while you make yourself comfortable”. She opened her bed-sized fridge to fetch him a canned malt. She gave him her photo album afterwards while he sipped on the canned malt.
“Ha, don’t let me stress you na. I’m filled”. He grimaced in disapproval, hoping she wouldn’t change her mind. He was only trying to feign good mannerism. The hunger that possessed him had reached its crescendo by now and was silently hoping she persuaded him further.
“Thanks”. He responded in a show of appreciation and gladness that Anita had waved his statement aside. As he sipped, rational etiquette told him he needed to excuse her so she could change into a casual outfit. She was wearing a black jean trousers with a white silky blouse.
He had almost reached the door when Anita inquiringly asked “Where are you going?”.
“Thought I should leave you for awhile to change”
“Haba, don’t be naughty. What’s there to hide?”. She said while setting about changing. Her latter declaration gave him goose pimples and he felt a cold chill ran through him. “What’s there to hide?”. Her voice kept echoing in his mind. Firmly seated on her big mattress, he continued his sipping while flipping through the pictures in her album too.
Just like a scene in a hollywood movie, she unbuckled her belt and drew down her zip. He buried his attention in the album, trying not to look in her direction even though she had her back to him but he knew he was fooling himself. He was trying so hard to curtail the sexual sensation that was threatening to possess him but what was being revealed before his very eyes was too detailed to be ignored. The sensual torment was beginning to trigger slow but serious movements between his legs. She had eased herself out of the jean trousers now to flaunt a terribly inviting sight. What was left on her bare behind was a catapult-like pant, it was a pink g-string. So thin was it that its sight had made his phallus uncontrollably turgid.
“Corper, please help me unhook my bra”. She had unbuttoned and removed her blouse and was left with a pink bra.
“Here is the bulb”. She said, handing him the new bulb. He took the bulb from her and moved the chair below the lamp holder so he could stand on it. Having positioned himself well on the chair, he replaced the old bulb with the new one.
“Done”. He said satisfactorily while returning the chair to its place.
“Thanks Corper”.
“Don’t mention, we would know what’s up when the light is brought”. He said smiling.
“I’d rather test it with my gen later. I doubt this light would be brought anytime soon”. She confidently enthused.
“Please let me quickly prepare a meal while you make yourself comfortable”. She opened her bed-sized fridge to fetch him a canned malt. She gave him her photo album afterwards while he sipped on the canned malt.
“Ha, don’t let me stress you na. I’m filled”. He grimaced in disapproval, hoping she wouldn’t change her mind. He was only trying to feign good mannerism. The hunger that possessed him had reached its crescendo by now and was silently hoping she persuaded him further.
“Thanks”. He responded in a show of appreciation and gladness that Anita had waved his statement aside. As he sipped, rational etiquette told him he needed to excuse her so she could change into a casual outfit. She was wearing a black jean trousers with a white silky blouse.
He had almost reached the door when Anita inquiringly asked “Where are you going?”.
“Thought I should leave you for awhile to change”
“Haba, don’t be naughty. What’s there to hide?”. She said while setting about changing. Her latter declaration gave him goose pimples and he felt a cold chill ran through him. “What’s there to hide?”. Her voice kept echoing in his mind. Firmly seated on her big mattress, he continued his sipping while flipping through the pictures in her album too.
Just like a scene in a hollywood movie, she unbuckled her belt and drew down her zip. He buried his attention in the album, trying not to look in her direction even though she had her back to him but he knew he was fooling himself. He was trying so hard to curtail the sexual sensation that was threatening to possess him but what was being revealed before his very eyes was too detailed to be ignored. The sensual torment was beginning to trigger slow but serious movements between his legs. She had eased herself out of the jean trousers now to flaunt a terribly inviting sight. What was left on her bare behind was a catapult-like pant, it was a pink g-string. So thin was it that its sight had made his phallus uncontrollably turgid.
“Corper, please help me unhook my bra”. She had unbuttoned and removed her blouse and was left with a pink bra.
He had heard her but didn’t want to jump at it. So he instead focused on the album even though his sight was now blurred. He didn’t want to appear hasty or overly aroused albeit hoping the request hadn’t expired.
“Corper, please come and help me to unhook my bra”. She repeated.
It was with the alacrity of a starved dog whose owner suddenly dangles his meal that he stood up to grant the call of duty, the ‘salient’ request.
“There you have it”. He mustered weakly, eagerly anticipating the next task.
“Thanks”. She replied , still having her back to him.
Curiously, he wished he could see what abodes her front facade but felt there was no need rushing as he returned to sit on the mattress. He was of the belief that she couldn’t be so mean to subject him into sexual torment for the fun of it. Hard as he tried, he just couldn’t tame his engorged phallus. It was operating of its own volition refusing to be subdued to compliance. He crossed his legs in a bid to hopefully soften it but it was to no avail. He felt a little embarrassed for the orgasmic clasps he was feeling. In his erotic mind, he had made love to her and had climaxed.
For some months now, he had doggedly upheld his decision to go celibate but “To hell with my vow of celibacy”. He fumed to himself, blinking intermittently like a helpless child……
“Corper, please come and help me to unhook my bra”. She repeated.
It was with the alacrity of a starved dog whose owner suddenly dangles his meal that he stood up to grant the call of duty, the ‘salient’ request.
“There you have it”. He mustered weakly, eagerly anticipating the next task.
“Thanks”. She replied , still having her back to him.
Curiously, he wished he could see what abodes her front facade but felt there was no need rushing as he returned to sit on the mattress. He was of the belief that she couldn’t be so mean to subject him into sexual torment for the fun of it. Hard as he tried, he just couldn’t tame his engorged phallus. It was operating of its own volition refusing to be subdued to compliance. He crossed his legs in a bid to hopefully soften it but it was to no avail. He felt a little embarrassed for the orgasmic clasps he was feeling. In his erotic mind, he had made love to her and had climaxed.
For some months now, he had doggedly upheld his decision to go celibate but “To hell with my vow of celibacy”. He fumed to himself, blinking intermittently like a helpless child……
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