The knock on
my door sounded like the biblical trumpets on Judgement Day. For a moment, I
was conscious of the passage of time. The seconds which elapsed seemed like an
eternity and only amplified my anxiety. I stared awkwardly at the nude girl on
my bed and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. All the intricate pleasures of the
past minutes were replaced by fear, uncertainty and shame.
She
whispered. No she purred “Were you expecting Amanda?”
Amanda was
my girlfriend and over the past weeks I have been banging her roommate and
friend Yvonne. Amanda was the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Her
beautiful brown eyes. Her naturally fair, smooth skin. Her slim figure with a
tinged of a moderate nicki minajes behind. Her stiff but soft twin set of ripe
oranges. All these features screamed one word. Immaculate!
Amanda was
the most beautiful girl you have never seen. But yet I have seen, touched and
did things with her. I mean had sex with her. But like a dark albatross hanging
over my neck I could not resist the seductions of Yvonne, her friend. Yvonne
was not bad looking either but the beauty gap between her and Amanda was like
the queue at Davi’s Kenkey.
Another
knock came on the door and this time around startled Yvonne. She began wearing
her clothes which were scattered all over the floor during the foreplay. I
gripped her hand as she was dressing. She got confused.
“You’re
wearing my boxers” I whispered
It was a
funny moment but our sense of humor was nowhere to be found. She quickly
removed mine and wore hers. Within a few seconds, we were both dressed like we
were going for Sunday mass. I took a few glances to make sure everything was in
order only to see her brazier under the bed. I quickly tucked it into my shoe
and walked to the door. At that time, I had already counted about five series
of knocks. I eyed the room once more and pointed to Yvonne to sit on my
roommates bed.
A word of
prayer passed my lips and then with the apparent manifestation of the holy spirit
in me I opened the door with feigned innocence that I always put up when my Dad
caught me watching Spartacus. I opened the door and then I froze.
“Charley,
you get Gari for your there?”
“Kwasia, I
have cassava!” that was the reply I nearly gave Stephen but I didn’t. I was
totally annoyed but I didn’t. All those moments I thought it was Amanda because
She told me she was tired and would visit me in the evening. So I gave Yvonne a
quick call so that we could do some “Kpakpa kpa” before then.
This was a
sign I thought. I dismissed Yvonne telling her we must never do that again. She
parted an evil smile and left. I know what it meant. I can’t resist her
seductions and she can have me anytime she wants to have me.
I sat down
to ponder over the what just happened when another knock came on the door.
“Why. Do you
want sugar too?” I shouted
“Yes, Elorm.
I want to taste your sweet sugar”
I raised my
head to the softness and direction of the voice. She smiled and shouted
surprise!
It was
Amanda.
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