I never met nor heard of woman like Beverly, mind you this tale happened in the 90s, just a handful of women as at that time could tell their man how they liked it. Women like Tiana were rare not just by the numbers but by mentality. The idea that the man should be the pleased has been sown deeply in them and thus had brought forth fruits of unhealthy passiveness.
Beverly was the exact opposite of what a real man was in my own opinion. She was in control, and dictated the pace of everything. I believe that all she did was to psycho-analyse me. Was I becoming her bitch?
I did not see Tiana until past dinner when she walked in to the room. She sat in the chair which by the bed and watched me for a while. Her unwavering gaze had increased my guilt-trip.
“Tiana, I’m sorry about earlier”
“What was she like?” She inquired.
“You have never been like that before.” She cooed tearfully.
“You weren’t making love to me”
“I wasn’t making love to you” I cut in. I didn’t want this to be prolonged, I was nothing short of an animal and that I am sure of, but, the thought that She-that-must-not-be-named; the architect of all this is probably watching TV or something, while I am left to deal with the aftermath of her seduction.
“You weren’t making love”
I had nothing to say, so I stood up, paced around the room, a few glances at the door proved that it offered an immediate best solution. I walked out the door. I needed a bloody cigarette, though I had never smoked.
Beverly wasn’t in the sitting room while I exited the house but she was sitting at the front porch. I contemplated walking past her to go purchase the cigarette or turning back. But, before deciding she turned, and offered me the stick of cigarette she was smoking. I never knew she smoked. How did she know what was on my mind?
“Taye, take a drag?” She smirked at me and exhaled smoke through her nostrils.
That was it, I turned back. This winch don dey fvck with my brain.
The next morning, I awoke with my heart in my mouth and Tiana in the bathroom. While I prepared to leave for work, Tiana parked her small traveling bag. Soon, it would be just me and Beverly in this house, this recurring thought probably woke me. I apologized to Tiana again, hoped and begged her to stayed back, but without giving any good reasons why she should cancel her trip, we drove out together; Tiana to her parents and I to work.
I quickly immersed myself into work, and in no time the ‘Beverly thought’ faded. Today, we pitch for the Brazilian beverage.
“How is Beverley?” The name I was already forgetting.
“What?” I scowled defiantly.
“I was asking after Beverly.” She moved into my office. I dropped my pen on the table and watched her with indignation.
“Is not that her name? Mr. I am married.” She said, put her hand on my table and stared into my eyes.
“Ruby, would you please stop.” She smiled and pulled one of the two chairs before me across my table. I don’t need this small girl’s wahala.
“Beverly is fine and please be mindful of what you say. Anyone eavesdropping could probably connect dots and start believing nonsense.”
“Okay, fine.” I waited for her to push the chair back in place and leave.
“Cool, thank you.” My voice betrayed the urgency with which I would love her to exit my office.
“But, on a condition.” She sat comfortably in the chair, crossed her legs rather slowly that I saw deep into her thighs. She smiled knowingly and pulled a strand of her Jerry curls.
“Taye, are you ready?” Kofi breezed in and called out.
“It’s time for business, my man!” He shook the briefcase he carried.
“I’m fine, Goodmorning.”
“Your father’s been asking for you.” She stood up and began to walk out.
“I will tell you my conditions after, married man.” She giggled and stepped out the door.
Kofi’s face betrayed his shock at what Ruby had said.
“What’s up man?” He asked with a curious undertone. He scrutinized me like he had handed me a gift and was waiting to see my reaction when I unbox it.
“You and chairman pikin.” I ignored him and packed up the papers I had been going through, arranged them in the office file I’d be taking with me.
“What was that about?” I grabbed his briefcase, unlocked it, put the file inside. I nodded towards the door so he’d step out but he remained standing and grinning.
“Let that go.” I brushed past him.
We stepped out and I locked the door.
“What is about this married man thing? He giggled, She catch you on top…?I cut him off.
“Kofi, abeg leave this thing.” I said brusquely.
We climbed down the stairs in total silence each person to his thought, that peace didn’t last, it was broken by Ruby’s hysterically laughter when we reached the parking area to board the company bus. It seemed I cracked silent jokes, even Kofi couldn’t help chuckling too. I walked briskly and boarded the bus.
The day did not turn out as beautiful as I had imagined. The pitch went great, they loved the concept we had brought to table but they kept talking about slashing the budget in half, and that was not going to work.
We got back to the office few minutes past three. I raced up the stairs dumped the file I took with me. In a few minutes, I was downstairs and sitting at the same table in the refectory with Kofi and Ocheuwa. They traded small talks while we ate. I was obviously more occupied with my thoughts; I paid their discuss no attentions, my problem now is that in few hours from now I would be at home, home alone with Beverly. Even as I thought of her my heart skipped two beats.
“Are you running from her?” I looked up to see them looking at me.
“No, why” I replied immediately.
Now they looked with askance.
“Why?” Kofi giggled.
“What are you saying?” Ocheuwa asked quizzically.
“Nothing, forget I said anything”
Kofi chuckled and mouthed Ruby and winked unwittingly to Ocheuwa.
They continued talking now I listened they had been talking about Ocheuwa’s new neighbor who’s been coming to his apartment to watch movies.
I finished my meal, washed my hand, then headed upstairs. I had not seen Ruby since I got been back, and for that I was grateful. Soon, it was 5 o’ clock, it was time to become anxious, my palms became sweaty, and my bowels rumbling. When I was done using the lavatory. I was no longer skeptical and unwilling to go home for I had decided to go by my cousin’s, the issue there is I won’t know if he is around or not. Since he had no phone. My decision to go to his was perfect. Frankly, I had lost my confidence and I couldn’t mutter the strength to regain it; the battle ahead would most certainly certify me a bitch for hot and hot Beverly.
I arrived Surulere in good time for a Friday the road was pretty free of the usual heavy traffic. I parked my car behind a Vesper motorcycle, crossed the road and entered the compound the same time two other people did. They walked down to the back, took a left and disappeared. I knocked at Stan’s door which was the second room to the right on the line of apartments that ran down along the fence. There wasn’t no answer I turned to leave but the brouhaha ringing from the backyard led me past Stan’s door. What greeted my sight was unbelievable.
I had tried stretching my neck to see over their heads and know what the cause of the noise was. I made out one or two persons covered in blue wrapper lying on the ground. I gave up trying.
“Oga, sorry what’s going on?” I asked the bearded, lanky man in blue coat standing next to me.
“Ha! You no see am?” He asked rudely like I was distracting him from watching Sholay. It wasn’t his fault that I wasn’t tall enough to see above them and see what was on the ground that they were staring and running commentaries on.
I turned to the leave, the crowd had increased since I got there. While I reluctantly forced my way through them to head home, I picked words like
“….na my neighbor…..”
“…..na so he they do, you know….”
“….else if not Uncle Stanley….”
What the hell is going on? Now, I make sense of what I had seen. I made a hard U-turn and forced my way to the front.
There on the floor she laid with her legs widely spread under Stan who was looking the other way, while she had her left palm over her face.
“Ana!” I sreamed. She adjusted to see who called. As I approached the centre, she peeked at me between her fingers, then took off her hand off her face, and began weeping, I simply stood and watch tears run down her face.
“I am sorry.” She cried. “Honey, help me.” She begged.
“Are you mad?”
“Who are you calling Honey?”
“Look at you.” The onlookers closed in; Stan had moved, turned his head and thus exposed her rolling mammaries which had been covered by his upper torso.
“Please, Am sorry.” She begged. I was disappointed.
“Can everyone see them?” I looked to crowd to confirm that they paid them total attention.
“Ana, let me not see you step a foot in my house.”
“Father, it will cut o!” Stan cried out. “Please, I will die o!” The crowd
rowed with laughter.
I couldn’t utter any words. Indeed there’s nothing done under the sun that won’t be found out someday.
“When did you birthed him? Some man asked from the crowd. That again caused ripples of laughter.
What was I still doing here? even Beverly that had my heart racing I was determined to run from. Yet, Ana, wife, was straffing my own cousin.
Stanley continued begging.
“You haven’t had enough of her na.” Another person screamed within the choking crowd.
“Make nobody pull them commot o else then go die.” The lanky man adviced.
I turned and the crowd made a way for me like they were the Red Sea and I, Moses.
I had no role in their predicament. It was simply an act of God. Yet, I couldn’t justify the goodness in leaving them like that but it’s time my cousin learnt a lesson. Who knows if it had also happened under my roof?
I got home a little past seven, climbed up the front porch rather bravely for a disheartened man walking to his murder. I took a few long breathe before pressing the door bell. Beverly opened the door after a few more chimes. A knife wasn’t what I excepted to see when the door creaked open. I nearly took-off at the sight of the cleaver, if not that she was in an apron and smiling.
“Welcome Tay.” She said, turned and raced into the kitchen. I entered the house but was skeptical about closing the door after me. The fear of the knife had not only rendered most of my senses numb but injected a large dose of adrenaline in my palpitating heart. Cautiously, I took staggering steps towards my room. When I got to the corridor, I angled my head to see into the kitchen. What’s smoking? The aroma hit me. The air within the whole house was permeated with something delicious. I have never perceived anything like it. It made my tongue wet, and my throat dry. I dropped my briefcase there where I stood and directed my feet towards the kitchen.
“What are you cooking?” I queried as I walked into the kitchen. Without waiting for an answer, I took a tour. Garlic, lemons, chicken, olive oil, types of granulated spices, vegetables and fruits chopped into small sizes few of them I had never seen in my life like a leaf I got to know was rosemary.
She offered me a chunk of the golden brown chicken to taste. I gaped at her, then continued chewing the tasty chicken. Unknowingly, I sucked in the juice it left in my mouth. Beverly snorted and I realized what I had done.
“It’s obvious that you like it.” I nodded.
“We are having Gamberi Al Rosemarino, Pollo Arrosto and Collins for dinner.”
“What’s that?” She smiled. I tried to open a bowl she covered but she slapped my wrist.
“Youwould find out when it’s served. Now, go wash up, shave and come to feast.”
“Wow, that’s nice” it would have been better if was my birthday.
I could not wait to eat this; I have a weakness for great meal. Within a few minutes I was done shaving and bathing.
Beverly was doing dishes at the sink when I walked in.
“Tay, ain’t you suppose to be in the bathroom?”
“I am done.” I opened my arms so she see I was in my PJs. She chuckled.
“It’s just been what? Five minutes?”
“Indeed, the easiest way to catch a man is through his stomach.” She whispered.
“Yes, and so what? Just finish, let me do justice to it.”
“That’s funny,” She chuckled. “I was thinking of doing justice to you.” She smacked her butt with her lather covered palm and licked her upper lips with her long tongue.
Oh! We are still here? My heart shivered while she did that, it brought back memories of what happened in the car. Well, I was not missing this food, moreover, I have the licence to cheat now and infact needed some release of my pent up horniness. What the hell? Let’s do this. I walked back to the sitting room.
She declined my request to eat alone, and insisted we ate together. When she was done bathing, she joined me at the dinning in an a green Abercrombie and Fitch shirt. While uncovering the meal, I caught a glimpse of blue panties. I was probably going to eat tasty meals and a box. The food and cocktail were simply the best anyone is had. I wouldn’t bother trying to explain how it tasted, right now as I type I feel my tongue wetting up.
Washing over my mouth, nose and eyes was Beverly’s colourless, lemonade tasting squirt.
After eating we relocated to the front of the TV. The mood heralded sex. She sat for a while, then disappeared into her room. It’s been a while since she is been there, I hope she hasn’t fallen asleep. Tonight, I must humble her. My filled stomach promised that I would do that. Beverly reappeared with, a lighter, two glasses and a bottle labelled Scottish Rum. She set them on the side stool, sat next to me, and poured a full glass and half a glass.
“Top your own na.” I leered. “I thought you were a bad girl.”
“Actually, that” pointing at the half glass “is yours.”
She raised her top, overturned a side of her panties, produced something straight, fat and wrapped in brown paper. I watched her put its smaller end in her mouth and put fire at the other end which was rotund and enclosed. Is this what I think it is? The air in the room; dense with smoke. She puffed fogs through her mouth and nostrils.
“Do you know what Buddha is?”
“No, I don’t.” She beamed, her eyes smaller.
“Have a taste of Buddha.” She offered, and I refused. I was content with sipping the rum and watching music videos playing on my beclouded TV. I never liked smoking, I’d smoked when I was a young man at a party. But, that was the only time. She pulled off her top. While I watched her breasts bounce with tilts and shifts, I remembered Kofi talk about a one time girlfriend of his back home at Ghana who when high from smoking weed, could never be satisfied with several romps.
“I love this song.” She screamed and dropped the Buddha on the couch when Mike Okri’s rumba dance played. I picked up the Buddha to avoid it from burning the couch. Her boobies bounced on her chest randomly as she danced around the center table and towards me. When she wasn’t facing me, I took a drag and the world slowed, a strange but sweet calmness overcame me. I peered into the cloud I had exhaled to see Beverly smiling at me. She urged me to continue,then produced another stick from her panties again and dropped it on the table. I took a few more drags and everything became smaller like I was on top of a skyscraper. I felt my legs pulled, then heard my butt land with a thud on the floor.
“Have you eaten?” She asked and stood with her legs spread by the sides of my head, my eyes directly staring into the sky; her blue coloured panties was far ‘in-between’ her fair thighs.
“Have you ever eaten a woman?” She distracted my wanton focus. I have eaten but eaten a woman? No, I am not a cannibal.
“I am not a cannibal.” She snorted.
She stepped aside, peeled off her blue panties and sat on my face.
“Well, you about to be one.” And took a swing of her drink.
She moaned loudly, gripped my head, scolded me if I reduced the pace with which I ate and tongued her pvssy. After a while, she whimpered and babbled greatly. She inclined her arms after my head and enclosed my face, her hips rocked and rattled over it. I could tell she was climaxing but I never expected it to rain.
I tried pushing her off my face, but she wasn’t going anywhere I managed to sniff enough air while she caught her breath.
She wiggled down my body and slided off my trousers. My Jvhn dying for attention stood tall and proud. In a swift gulp she swallowed it. She sucked, lapped and mumbled with it in her mouth. I groaned and held her head. The mouth action was sloopy, bubbly and my legs wobbling. She slurped when she pulled. I tried pulling her head back and she whacked me lightly on the face.
She squatted on her knees and moaningly inserted my hard dixs into her pvssy. Indeed pvssys are different, it gripped tightly to my dixs and took all of it. She placed her hands on my legs and began fuvking me with reckless abandon. I groped at her big breasts and tried raising head to taste it’s hardened nipple. She switched from her knees to her feet, and it became wild. The angle was killing her. She moaned so loud than the pelting sounds of our bodies seemed like whispers, I was sure my neighbors could hear her moans. Did I lock the door when I entered? What if this girl’s pvssy locks me in like Stan? I was not thinking of magun which was a kind of spell cast on a cheating wife. She was not someone’s wife at least not yet. I was scared of vaginismus; a term given to a severe contraption of the vagina during sex that grips vice-like unto the joystick. It would be terrible should what happened to Ana and Stan happen to Beverly and I, God forbid.
“I’m gonna cum.” She screamed
“Squeeze my breasts.” I began rolling her breasts in my hand. She went frenzy and doubled up the speed of her bounce.
“Oh, I’m cuuuuuummmmiinnnggg.”
She slumped on my chest, panting hard and sweaty. So this is all you have. I thought. You done know what you are in for.
“Did you release?” I asked?
I tried adjusting, my nose was buried in her hair.
“What?” I shouted.
Uma was standing inside few feets away from the door and watching.
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