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She kissed me, softly and gently, but a little more moist, and a little warmer than usual, and then drew her face back. She took a deep breath, and rolled onto her back, and I rode that roller coaster for a moment as I looked at her naked body, waiting for me to actually taste her pussy. 

 
I shuffled down to kneel about level . Then, I placed my mouth at the apex of her triangle of pubic hair, at the top of her slit, and kissed her lightly, inhaling her scent again. Oh, how sexy and exciting that was! Her pink inner lips were just a little puffy. 

 
I probed a fraction deeper with my tongue, and then ran it back the other way, tasting more of her pussy lips, and more of her juices, with my tongue that little deeper, and I must have brushed her clit with the side of my tongue, because she flinched, and made a throaty sound, then took a deep breath. 

 
Every breath I took was making me more excited, as I inhaled the sexy, sweet, tangy scent of her pussy, and tasting her was just making it more intense. I decided to change my position, and I sat up, and climbed between her legs, gently moving them apart. Her pussy was now open and exposed to me.

 
I leaned down, and kissed her on her from the front at the top of her slit, and with my right hand, I gently parted her lips, and licked at the moist recess between her inner lips. I heard her sighing, and I knew I was having an effect on her, so I felt pleased with myself.

 
In porn movies, I had seen people gently sucking on a girl’s inner lips, so I tried that, and I was rewarded by a flinch from her and I paused to savour the taste. Then, I moved my mouth a little, to try and suck on her clit, although to be honest, I was not completely sure I had my mouth on it. 

 
I could taste the flesh of this very intimate part of her body, and I used my tongue to scoop some of her juices onto it, so I could gently suck them off, and she began to move her pelvis as I moved my lips back and forth just slightly. 

 
The taste, the scent, and just the very knowledge that I was tasting this intensely private part of her body were making me so more excited than I could ever remember. I moved my head slightly, so I could run my tongue down further, and I gently licked at her pussy until my tongue was at the entrance to her vagina. 

 
I ran my tongue around the opening, and the very gently probed inside, pausing, and allowing myself to taste the inner walls. Then, I ran my tongue back up between her inner lips, until I had my mouth on her clit again. 

 
I put my mouth over her clit and it’s hood, mainly so I could taste her there one more time, but I felt her flinch, and sensing that I must have been stimulating her clit in that position, I sucked very gently, and she took a shuddering breath, and her pelvis bucked, so I knew I was onto something.

 
I could feel the huge smile on my face. I could see that it was puffy, and glistening with moisture.

 
I stopped to move to another level. After kissing her mouth, I moved back and kissed her right nipple, giving it a gentle lick with my tongue while my lips were around it. I drew back, and she was watching me expectantly, saying nothing, but as I moved down to give her pussy a little last minute attention before it was bleeped.

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[quote author=CasNova post=125366502]We were alone in my room and no other place could be better than here. 

 
In response to what I said, her right hand went to my waist and encircled it. I kissed her forehead and she tightened her hold on me. 

 
“I didn't want to do this, Lola, but you're making me to do it." 

 
“To do what?" she asked in a voice hardly above a whisper. 

 
“You're making me to fall in love you." 

 
There was a brief silence. 

 
“What is the crime in falling in love?" she asked. 

 
I thought over what she said. Of course, there was no crime in it, the thing was the propriety, or otherwise, of someone like me falling in love with an eighteen years old girl. She was still a teenager, for God's sake. 

 
“You've not answered my question," she said. 

 
“I don't want to break your heart," I replied. 

 
She giggled. "You mean loving me equals breaking my heart? Oh, come on, Tayo, be sincere to yourself." 

 
There was a long silence. She disentangled herself from me, yawned and stood up. "I feel like going to bed," she said. "Am I permitted to go?" 

 
I stood up too and held her by the waist. "Yes, you can go but there's         something I need to let you know." She looked at me briefly. 

 
“What's that?"

 
 I allowed a meaningful silence. "I love you, Lola. I love you." 

 
“I love you too,” she answered. 

 
*  *  *  

 
Days later, Lola avoided coming into contact with me. I suspected she was trying to find if the whole thing was indeed love or just  infatuation. I allowed her to be. I was not the kind of person that rushed into things. 

 
About a week later, I decided to send a whatsapp message to her. How long will it take you to decide if I really love you or not? I wrote. No reply. I wrote another message: if I don't get a reply, I will take it that you don't love me; and I will stop disturbing you. 

 
This time around, I got a response from her: Don't say what you don't mean. I smiled to myself and gave her a call. 

 
“Hello," I said.

 
“Hi" 

 
“It's time I start  demonstrating my love to you," I said. 

 
“How?" 

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I drew back, and she was watching me expectantly, saying nothing, but as I moved down to give her pussy a little last minute attention before it was bleeped.

 
 I smeared some of her copious pussy juice on the head of my hard cock, and brought it to entrance, and gently pushed a little. 

 
She seemed to flinch slightly, and I had no idea how much resistance there would be, but the head of my cock went in more easily than I expected. I now had the head of my cock inside her and I stroked back and forward a tiny amount, just fucking her with the head only. I moved my cock back and forth, just going in a little deeper each time, as the walls of her pussy hugged more of my cock with each movement. 

 
I changed my position a little, and started to thrust harder, faster and a little deeper, and her eyes widened.

 
I was now thrusting fairly vigorously, and the feeling of my cock moving inside her pussy was amazing. I wanted to come, and I knew I could have just let it happen, but her reaction when I changed my position made me think that if I held on a little longer, she might come as well. 

 
“Do you want me to do it harder?” I asked. 

 
“Just the way you are,” she answered, sounding a little breathless. She moved her arms behind my head, and pulled my head down, and kissed me deeply, lips parted, a hot and sexy kiss that added to my excitement.

 
Juliet and I bleeped like that for a minute or so longer, kissing hard, as I thrust my cock into her pussy, our bodies united at our mouths and our pelvises. We were both experiencing the intense pleasure of fucking each other and I knew I was close to coming, whether I had satisfied her needs or not. 

 
I could no longer help myself, as my body strove towards the release that it craved, but there was no time to be disappointed, only time to enjoy my orgasm. 

 
Then, suddenly, she seemed to jerk her head back, and widen her eyes. That was it for me, as her pussy contracted on my hard, thrusting cock, my own orgasm burst, and I felt myself coming inside her spurt after spurt, each one accompanied by a liquid bolt of pure, sweet pleasure. 

 
I don’t know how many times my cock spurted inside her but after those few moments of ecstasy, I relaxed, and she was breathing hard, with her eyes half closed




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I don’t know how many times my cock spurted inside her but after those few moments of ecstasy, I relaxed, and she was breathing hard, with her eyes half closed


* * *


I felt a hand move on my chest. I opened my eyes. In the dim-lit room, Juliet curled by my side.


“Hello, good morning," she greeted.


Of course, I remembered what happened between us, hours before we went to bed.


“Good morning, Juliet."


She sat up on the bed and smiled. "How are you, my Romeo?"


I smiled at the sobriquet. It had been a night of passionate love making, a night I would not forget. I had surprised myself. So, I could forget Lola like this. So, I could fall for another girl so easily!


"What time is it?" I asked.


On top of a stool by the bedside were our phones. Juliet picked one of them. "5:15 a.m," she said.


In some minutes to come, I would start preparing for the day.


For now, I could still have some indulgence. She must be having the same thinking as she wrapped her hands round my neck. I held her tightly against my body. I could feel her breasts on my chest.


They felt wonderful. We kissed lightly before it got deeper and deeper. In that sitting position, having her sitting astride my legs, we went on another sexual adventure. I had to clamp my mouth on hers to muffle her moans. I felt thrilled the way I had never felt before.


Minutes later, we took the showers together. It was daybreak now and I could see her body very clearly. At that standing position, her nudity was striking.


At twenty-one, Juliet had beautiful curvy shape. Her bust should be about 34 inches; her waist 27 and her hip should be about 36 inches.


She was almost of the same height with Lola and almost the same physique. One big difference was I had never gone with Lola this far. After our bath, Juliet wore her casual clothes back.


"Won't you prepare for school?" I asked.


She shook her head. "Hemma already told Farouq on the phone yesterday that we don't have lectures today and there's no need we return to campus now." I was a bit surprised.


“We are going tomorrow morning," she concluded.


I smiled. "All well and good," I said.


I gave her some money and moved to the sitting-room to await farouq. We soon left the ladies in the house.


On the way to the office, driving behind the wheel, farouq grinned from ear to ear.


“I don't need to ask you," he said. "I can sense it and I can see it. You and Juliet have hit it big. This morning, you look very radiant." I grinned too.


“You are right, Farouq. Yes, I've tasted Juliet and I can say categorically that she's very sweet.”


“That’s the spirit my friend. That's the spirit. You've just proved yourself to be a man. Ah, lest I forget."


He dipped his hand in the pocket of his trousers and brought out wads of one thousand naira notes. "You can have them. They will take care of part of your expenses."

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They will take care of part of your expenses."


I told him he should not bother but he insisted I should take the money.


“Since I've promised you, let it be so." I thanked him for his generosity.


Even at work, my mind kept going to the scenes (I almost thought of them as 'sins') of intimacy I had with Julie two days ago, she had looked young, inexperienced and innocent. All those make-believe innocence had gone - all within hours. But I was also guilty of artfulness.


My seemingly moral uprightness had crumbled. Certainly, Lola would be shocked if she should learn what I did with Juliet. At the close of work, Ms. Kate Dede, an Assistant Manager joined us in Farouq's car.


Her car broke down and the mechanic was still working on it. Since she lived at Lekki, she asked Farouq for a ride. I had to sit at the back seat so that Ms. Kate could sit at the passenger's seat. From the conversation the woman was having with him, I could sense that she had ulterior interest in Farouq.


She should be in her late thirties or early forties. Why showing interest in a younger man, a married man at that? At the junction that that led to Phase 1, the woman got down from the car. Farouq moved on.


“That madam has more than a passing interest in you, Farouq," I said.


He grinned and nodded. "I understand she's a single mother. She's attractive, but unfortunately, I don't go for older women."


Then, he looked at me sharply. "Do you mind her? I can arrange the connection." I vehemently shook my head.


“No Farouq. Don't go there, please. I already have two young and beautiful ladies to contend with."


On getting home, we met Hemma and Juliet chatting animatedly in the living-room. Juliet stood up and without any reservation came to give me a welcome kiss while Hemma gave Farouq a hug.


I went to my bedroom closely followed by Juliet. She was acting the way a wife would act.


“How was work today, Romeo?"


Anytime she used that name, I felt bemused.


“Work was fine, my dear Juliet."


She helped me to UnCloth. Just what was she trying to prove? I felt bemused all the same.


“Food would soon be ready," she went on. "Can you guess what Hemma and I are preparing?"


I sighed. Yesterday, I couldn't have guessed that they were preparing tuwo shinkafa, what could I guess now?


“I don't want to hazard a guess," I said.


"Ah, and it's a simple menu: white rice, stew and beef - that's what we're preparing."


I nodded. "That's good."


I sat on the bed while she sat on my laps. "At what age will you like to get married?"


The moment I asked the question, I realized I should not have asked.

Getting really interesting.

The moment I asked the question, I realized I should not have asked.


“Any time you're ready," she answered, looking excited. "Even if you're ready now."


“I was just asking," I quickly put in.


Someone rapped softly at the door.


"Hey, come to the dining table," Hemma said. "Food is ready."


“Okay," Juliet replied.


We went for the meal. This time around, a simple meal of white rice, stew and beef was prepared.


“You ladies surely kow how to cook," Farouq commented.


“How will you rate us?" Hemma asked.


Farouq smiled. "I will give each of you ladies 80%".


Hemma turned to me. "What about you?"


I smiled too. "You ladies really try, so I will give you 90%."


“E e e e e," Juliet said in approval.


More banters occured as we ate on. After the meal, we remained in the sitting-room for some time before departing to our bedrooms. I stripped to my singlet and boxers while she remained in flimsy top and bum shorts.


As soon as I lay on the bed, Juliet came to sit astride my mid-section.


“My Romeo," she said. "Hello, my Juliet."


She rubbed her hands on my chest, slowly and lovingly. I reciprocated the gesture by caressing her bust.


“I ought to be using condoms," I said. "I don't want you to get pregnant."


She shook her head. "Don't worry."


In a short while, we were making passiomate love again. Her climax was ecstatic and it had a way of making me to reach my peak fast. She lay on my body after the act till we slept off.

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She looked at me dreamily. "I'm not going back to school today," she declared.


I was surprised. "You mean no lecture on Thursday and Friday?"


“I have only one on Friday and I'm stabbing it."


I shook my head. It suddenly damned on me that she could upset my weekend plan.


“Do you know that Farouq and I will not be around through out the weekend?"


She grimaced. "Hemma told me Farouq travels every weekend to be with his family. Where are you going?"


“On weekend, I rejoin my family in Ilupeju."


She looked surprised. "Your family?" I smiled. "I mean the family of the uncle I was staying with before Farouq gave me accommodation."


“I see. Must you go this weekend?" What a tempting question! I could see that Juliet wanted to be with me for as much as possible. It was not bad: it would only spice up our moments of intimacy.


But what would I tell uncle? What would I tell lola was my reason for not coming around?


“Why don't you stay this weekend so that we'll have a lovely weekend together?" she said.


I could discern keenness and desire in her voice. If I conceded to her, it meant I would have to give Uncle, Lola and others good reason why I would not be coming home as I had said I would. I finally agreed to Juliet's suggestion.


Later in the office, when I told farouq, he smiled.


“You and that babe are getting used to each other faster than I had imagined," he said. I l had called Uncle to inform him that I would not be combing home for the weekend. He took everything in equanimity, but Lola demanded to know the whole reason. I had to fabricate a story on going to work on Saturday and working late.


“Can't you come on saturday evening at the close of work?" She wanted to know.


"I will be too tired to do that," I argued. "Don't worry I'll be around for the whole of next weekend," I assured.


On that promise, she relented. Farouq left the place of work before close of work that day since he had a flight to catch by six p.m. I had to work from the office building to the main road where I would get a cab. As I neared the main road, a car slowed down from behind to park by my side.


It was a Toyota Corolla and behind the wheel was Ms. Kate Dede.


“Ah, good day, madam," I greeted.


"Good day. Hop in if you're going home."

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"Good day. Hop in if you're going home."


Since I was going home, I hopped in. "Thanks."


“Where's your friend, Farouq?" she asked.


“He has travelled for the weekend." She drove to join the main road and headed towards Lekki.


“How're you finding the job?" she asked. "It's exciting. I'm really enjoying it."


She smiled briefly. "I can see that."


She played music on the car stereo. Many minutes later, I dropped at the junction where she had dropped the other time.


“Thank you so much, madam."


I alighted from the car. "


You're welcome, Tayo."


I waved to her and crossed the road. Many minutes later, I was in Farouq's apartment. This time around, only i was around. She came to hug me and to give me welcome kiss.


“How was work, darling?" she asked.


"Fine, dear." She helped me to undres.


She must have been watching or reading many romantic stuffs. I was convinced these shows of affection were not for nothing. When she got to the boxer, she went on to pull it down.


“Hey, what is this?" I said, more in bemusement.


She hushed me, pulled off the flimsy top she was wearing, pulled off the bum-shorts and stood naked before me.


We actually stood naked before each other. I could not stop the stir in my mid-section. And so, I allowed my senses and self to be goaded by sensuousness.

Cool.

And so, I allowed my senses and self to be goaded by sensuousness.


It was a very eventful weekend, starting from that very moment. The romps of sex were unimaginable. A week ago, I could never have imagined that I would be involved in this kind of licentiousness. Staying with Farouq had changed the whole narrative.


Juliet was as much a willing accomplice as I was. We made love virtually every where in the apartment: in the bed-room, in the sitting-room, passageway, bathroom, and even in the kitchen. I had the longest marathon sex I had ever had.




* * *


By Monday morning, Juliet and I had to part ways. We decided we would see again on Wednesday evening. Farouq did not arrive at work until about ten a.m. I felt good to have him back again.


"How is your family - your wife and children?" I asked him.


“They are all fine, my friend. Thank you."


On our way home, he told me about imminent changes. The first was that his father had succeeded in securing his transfer from Lagos office of NOC to the head office in Abuja. He would only be working in Lagos office that week.


That meant he would be ceding the tenancy of the apartment to me. He revealed that the rent for the tenancy would expire in a year and half's time. Secondly, that week, no girlfriend would sleep in his apartment for more than a night.


He would definitely miss me, but we would be communicating. In my mind, I knew I would be missing him too. It was amazing that we had been friends for less than two months.


“I will invite you to abuja one day," farouq went on.


“And anytime I come to Lagos, I will stay with you."


“It will be a pleasure," I said.


Several minutes later, we were in the apartment.


“Hey, why not invite your Juliet over?" Farouq asked.


I shook my head. "She'll be coming over on wednesday."


Later, Chioma came around. That night, I missed the company of Juliet. But, it was alright: Wednesday was just two days to go.

Nice work.

Later, Chioma came around. That night, I missed the company of Juliet. But, it was alright: Wednesday was just two days to go.


On Tuesday, we were busy in the office. At home, I slept early. Farouq invited another lady to the house; one I had never met before. One Wednesday morning, I was again busy in the office. I remembered Juliet would be coming to the house later that evening.


In the afternoon, something happened that threatened the arrangement. About two p.m, Lola called to inform me that she would like to come and know the place where I stayed. This instantly sent warning signal to me.


Why didn't she say this on Monday or Tuesday? She asked that I should text the house address to her. Now, I wondered what to do. Tell Juliet not to come again, my mind said. Yes, that would be the best thing to do. Instantly, I put a call to her even as I wondered what would be the reason I would give.


Her phone rang on without her picking it. I had to keep calling her at interval until she picked the call.


“Hello, Juliet," I spluttered. "Don't bother to come around today."


“Why?" she demanded.


“My uncle said he would like to see me for an urgent matter. Once I go to Ilupeju at the close of work, I won't be able to come to Lekki today."


There was dead silence from the end of the line.


“Hello, Juliet. Did you hear me?"


“Yes," she answered softly.


“So, we will see some other time." I concluded and cut the line.


I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that Juliet's angle had been taken care of. On our way home at the close of work, I told Farouq about Lola's proposed visit.


“It will be good to know that your babe," he said. Lola got to the house some minutes past six.


She hugged me as if we had not met for a long time.


“Good to see you, Lola, dear." she smiled warmly.


“I'm happy to see you too."


I took her to meet Farouq. "This is my senior colleague and good friend, Farouq Ahmed. He's magnanimous to accommodate me in this apartment. Farouq, this is my sweatheart, Lola."


She courtesied to greet him.


“I'm happy to meet you, young lady," Farouq said. "My friend here has said so much about you."


After the pleasantries, I took Lola to the kitchen and gave her the pack of fried rice I had reserved for her. I then took her to my room.

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After the pleasantries, I took Lola to the kitchen and gave her the pack of fried rice I had reserved for her. I then took her to my room.


“It's a nice place," she said. "A friend like Farouq is hard to find."


I grinned and nodded. How ironic! It was the same Farouq that made Hemma to bring Juliet to me. How devastating it would be if Lola should know about Juliet. Lola and I chatted for hours.


When it was few minutes to eight, I reminded her about the need not to leave late.


“I'm not going till tomorrow." I was surprised.


"Really? And where did you tell them you were going?"


“Where else? To your place of course. By nine, I'll call Jummy to tell others that it's late and I could not come home tonight."


I chuckled. The beautiful head of hers always thought of things simply. Well, there was no harm in what she had decided to do. We chatted on until late in the night.


“I need to change into one of your casuals since I didn't bring extra cloth," she said.


I handed her a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Then, we curled up in bed. I knew there was a big difference between Lola and Juliet; Lola was special and not like any other lady. With my hand wrapped round her back, I knew i must treat her special.


The bedroom was in semi-darkness and our soft tones were loud and clear enough.


“There's something I need to tell you," she said. I was begining to feel sleepy.


"What's that?" There was a long pause.


'I'm still a virgin."


I became fully awake. "No, you don't mean it."


“Yes, I do. I am." I smiled broadly.


“Wow! It's good to hear that. I'm very impressed."


There was another pause.


Why don't you try to find out if what I said is true or not?"


What exactly was she saying?


“But , I believe you," I said. "I don't need to find out since I believe you."


The next thing she said brought me completely awake.


“I want you to find out."


I stopped cuddling her back and sat up on the bed. "How do I find out when I'm not a doctor?"


She giggled. "Come on, Tayo. Is it only doctors that can find out?"


I clouded my face. She sat up on the bed too.


“You should know what I mean, Tayo."


Gingerly, she removed the t-shirt she was wearing. There was no bra encasing the breasts. They were slightly bigger than Juliet's own, and they looked more rounded and firmer. I was mesmerized looking at those boobs.