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Meeting an old friend brings a lot of fortune to Tony. It also brings some misfortune. In the middle of all this is Bukky who falls in love with Tony. By fate, despite glaring looming tragedy, Tony is bound to Bukky till death does them apart.

It was Monday morning. I walked along Randle Road to the midi supermarket where I wanted to buy some stuffs. Not much really; all I needed were a Colgate toothpaste, a tin of milk and a big loaf of bread.

I greeted the security man at the entrance and made my way inside the store. I picked the items I needed and went to the sales clerk to make cash payment and collect receipt.She gave me her usual perfunctory smile and put the items in a branded nylon bag.

“Thanks,” I said.

Her smile remained on her face.

“You ‘re welcome.”I took the polythene bag from her and went out of the supermarket. At the small parking lot, a car had just parked and its occupant came out.

Even with the sun shade he put on, I could not make a mistake in realizing that this was a known guy. I stopped and stared at him. He locked the car and turned. It was then he noticed me.He removed the sunshade he was wearing to be certain about who he was looking at.

“I will need to get glasses if it’s not Kay I’m looking at,” I said.

"And I will need to replace my eyes if this is not Tony.”

“Kay!” I exclaimed .

“Tony, the Tony!”

I moved closer to him and we embraced.“Old boy, na your face be this?” I said.

“Yes, it’s good to see you, Tony boy."

"Ah, see how you’re shining. How’s life with you?”He smiled and shrugged.

“We’re managing to go by.” I smiled too. Kay was my good friend back in our university days at the state university in Ekpoma. Two years ago, we parted to serve in different States.

We still maintained contact until about three months to the end of the service year. I could not make any contact with him again as his lines were not going.

Now, I was facing him in the least expected place.



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“So where have you been? What happened to your lines?” I asked. “Just before the end of the service year, I could not contact you again. Where’re you now?"

I lost my phones,” he replied. “As for where I am now, it’s a long story. We need to meet so that we can discuss."

"You live around here?”

He shook his head.

“I actually live off Adeniran Ogunsanya, but once in a while, I do come to this supermarket to get some things.”

He put his hands in his pocket and brought a complimentary card.

“Tony, that’s my number. Give me a call. I’ll tell you where and when to meet. Sorry, I don’t have much time now.”

I nodded as I took the card from his hand.

“Okay, Kay. I will definitely give you a call.”

I shook hands with him again and left. From Randle Way, I walked to our residence at Abina. My mind kept thinking about Kay. What kind of work could he be doing for him to be riding that fine car?

He looked posh and like a guy who had arrived. It was just about two years ago and a year ago that we finished our university and national service respectively. Wasn’t he lucky to have achieved what he had achieved within a short time?After the national service, I had returned to Surulere, Lagos, where I stayed with my parents. I had written many letters of application and was still awaiting possible employment. Kay must be lucky, I decided.

Later, in the afternoon, I brought the card he had given me out and examined it. It indicated that he was Director of Kays Investment. Now, what exact kind of business was that? I shrugged.

My intimacy would soon make me to find out. Alone in the sitting-room, I decided to call one of his numbers. He picked the call after the third ring.




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Following.

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Isn't there a Literature section for this sort of stuff?

Ride on.

He picked the call after the third ring.

“Hello?"

"Hello, Kay. This is Tony on the line."

"Ah, Tony my pal. How’s everything?”I sighed.


“Well, as they say, I’m managing."

"Why don’t you let’s meet tomorrow? Let’s say by twelve mid-day." "No problem. Where?"

"Meet me at Exquisite Hotel on Ogunlana Drive. I’ll be at the lobby.’"

I sighed. The hotel was a popular one in the area, although I had never entered inside before.

“Okay, Kay. I’ll be there. This is my number."

"Alright. See you.”

He cut the line. Briefly, I wondered why he should ask me to see him in a hotel. Then, I shrugged. I was just getting to know him again, I thought.

Few minutes later, the bell-push sounded. I was the only one in the house as mum and Tony had gone to work. Mum should return by six p.m., which was about a couple of hours to go. As for dad, he would not be returning until eight p.m. or thereabout. I went to the door, wondering if mum was the one.

“It’s me, Bukola,” the caller said.

"O-okay.” I opened the door for her.

“Hello, Sister Bukky."

"Hi.

Sister Bukola, also known as Sister Bukky, was a lady most likely in her early thirties. She owned a hair-dressing saloon on our street. She was very friendly with my mum and my kid sister. Besides, we attended the same church where she was one of the choristers.

She and I were friends too, but not intimate. Recently, the way she kept popping up in our house, especially when no one else was around, showed that she really wanted me to get closer to her, but I wasn’t keen. I was just twenty-five.

Although she had a pretty face and a curvy figure, having an affair with a lady many years older than me was not something I really fancied.




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Ride on.

Although she had a pretty face and a curvy figure, having an affair with a lady many years older than me was not something I really fancied.

“I came to keep this jar of ice cream in the freezer,” she said, showing me a polythene nylon she was holding.

“Can you be kind enough to keep it there for me? When I close and I’m going home, I’ll come and take it."

"Okay,” I said and took the nylon from her. It looked like it was a 500 gram of ice cream.

“I’ll keep it in the freezer right away.”

I left her in the sitting-room and took what she handed me to the freezer in the kitchen. When I came back, she was still standing where I had left her.

I looked at her enquiringly.

“Aren’t you lonely staying alone in the house?” she asked.

“Why are you always holed up inside?”

I shrugged. “Let’s just say I’m an introvert person. I’m a person who is not outgoing."

I sat down and stared absent-mindedly at the television.

“Can I join you for some minutes?” she asked.

"Of course, sure. If you’re not too busy. Please, sit down.”

She sat on the couch opposite me. “I told my apprentices that I was going on lunch break."

She didn’t have to explain why she came around. I shrugged and smiled briefly.

"That’s okay. You don’t need to explain why you are here.”

She smiled briefly too.

“So, what do you do to kill boredom?”

I sighed.




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I shrugged off the question. She went on to ask me if I could come to her place.

Come to her place? I blinked rapidly. She lived at Gbaja, which was not far from where I lived. I knew her house, but had never entered the building. I shrugged.

“That will be no problem. I’ll probably just take a stroll to come around.”

She smiled radiantly and stood up. “Thank God you know the place. I close the saloon by seven-thirty, so by eight, I’ll be at home. I’ll be expecting you this evening, Tony.”

“Sure, I’ll be there,” I said, replicating her smile. “Be expecting me.”

She moved to the door. “Alright, see you.”

“Okay.”

After she had gone, I thought over our conversation. Sister Bukky wanted your intimacy, part of my mind said. I sighed. If I didn’t want any such thing, the best thing for me to do was not to venture to her place. But then, I asked myself why I should chicken out. Had I not told her that I would come? What was wrong with being intimate with her?

That evening, when she closed at her shop, she did not come to take the jar of ice cream she kept in the freezer. Few minutes after eight, I told mum I wanted to take a walk around, and left the house. Within ten minutes, I was at the gate of her residence. The bungalow had a shop where a woman sold provisions.

“Good evening, ma,” I greeted her. “Please, I’m looking for Sister Bukky.”

The woman pointed at the passage way. “Go through that. Her room is the first by the left.”

“Thank you.” I followed the direction and soon found myself in front of Bukky’s room. From within, I could hear the sound of the sound system playing a gospel music.

Gently, I rapped on the door.

“Come in,” she called from inside.

I turned the door handle and entered the room.

“Hey, my guest has come o,” she gushed.

“Good evening, sister.”

She came to give me a hug, and all the reservations I had about her desirability disappeared. I could feel her boobs against my chest. There was no doubt that she was braless. The spaghetti top and the bum short made her alluring. I could also smell the nice perfume she had on.

The hug lasted just a couple of seconds but it increased my heart beat.

“You’re welcome,” she said. “I was almost thinking that you were not coming again.”

“Oh, since I said I would come, I would definitely come.”

“Sit down. What can I offer you?”

She occupied a room, which had standard size. Apart from the bed and a wardrobe, there was a rack for television and electronics, there was a 21 inches flat-screen, a couch and a center table. I sat on the couch. The room was decent and well-arranged.

“Anything you can offer is acceptable.”

“Okay. Let me go out and get you a bottle of mineral. I’m actually cooking and the food will soon be ready.”

“It’s okay. You even forgot your jar of ice cream.”

She smiled. “I can always take that anytime. Give me a minute.”

She left the room. I looked about the room. It was cozy as she was able to make it look decent and nice. Her picture frame was on the television stand, next to the electronic set. I moved closer to have a look. With her smile, she looked beautiful.

After about ten minutes, she returned with a tray containing a plate of jollof rice and a plastic bottle of mineral.

“Food is ready,” she announced.

I beamed in smile. There were two spoons in the plate.

“The food is for the two of us,” she said. “But the mineral is for you.”

“Thanks.”

The food was served hot, but I liked it like that. Without further ado, she sat next to me on the couch and we started to eat.

“What do you say about the food?”

I grinned. “It’s delicious. It’s one of the best jollof I’ve ever eaten.”

I meant it. The food was indeed delicious, so no flattery was meant.

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’m very certain.”

“Thanks for finding it so.”

“And thanks for making it so too.” I grinned.

There was a Nollywood movie on the t.v. We alternated between eating and watching it and only made monosyllable interjections. After the food, she asked if I wanted more.

“Oh, no. I’m very okay. Thanks.”

She uncorked the mineral drink bottle. “So, you can take this while I clear the plates.”

I nodded. She took the tray out and soon returned.

“Thanks for the hospitality,” I said.

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

She sat on the couch again. At that very moment, the PHCN chose to strike.




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Just then, the PHCN restored electricity. It was as if they took it for me to indulge in what I just did. Now, I could see her nudity clearly. She looked embarrassed that she was completely nude by my side especially under the full glare of the light. But there was no need for that. What I saw was a fantastic figure with very nice boobs. I pulled her to myself and kissed her again.

“I love you, Bukky.”She smiled.

“Me too.” I could see that she still felt uncomfortable. “Let me switch off the light.”

I shrugged. “Okay.”

She got up from the bed and walked to the switch. As I watched her full body, especially her buttock, I felt some arousal again. She switched off the light, locked the door (we did not even remember to do so) and returned to the bed. My kisses and caresses welcomed her.

"You’ve got a beautiful body,” I said.

“Thank you. You’re handsome too.”My mouth once more went to her nipples. They nibbled at them.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this to you,” I said.

“Why can’t you believe?"

"I can’t believe you’ve moved from ‘sister’ to lover.”She sighed. “You don’t like it?"

"Oh, no. Of course, I love it. The truth is I’ve always fantasized about holding you passionately like this."

"Bad boy.” She giggled. “It’s a dream come true. I’m glad to hold you tenderly like this.”





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Interesting

"Bad boy.” She giggled. “It’s a dream come true. I’m glad to hold you tenderly like this.”

My shaft was now fully erect. I spread her legs again.“Hey, don’t get me pregnant o,” she said.

“I won’t. I won’t release inside you."

"All the same, I can still be pregnant."

"Don’t worry.”

No fear of pregnancy could stop me now. I entered her again. This time, I did everything slowly. I let me mind wandered a bit as I did the gentle. Here you are with the choir lady, my mind thought. Was I supposed to be proud of that? Well, not exactly.

All the same, prior to now, I had imagined what squeezing her boobs and smashing her bums would be like. It was a mundane achievement, but I was happy about it.Significantly, I was with her till few minutes to ten p.m.


* * *


The following morning as early as six a.m., it was Bukky’s call that woke me. I wondered why she be calling me so early.“Hello, good morning,” I greeted.

“Good morning, darling. How was your night?"

"All went well. How about yours?"

"Fine. Do you think I’m bad?”Gosh, what a question! Why should I think she was bad?“

No, I don’t. rather, I think you’re a nice gal.”She chuckled across the line.

“Do you still love me?”

That was another fantastic question! Was that why she called – to question me about love? Alright, I would give her what I believed were deserved answers.

“Sure, I do. I love you my darling."

"I love you too. I called to say good morning and that I love you.”

Now, it was my time to chuckle. That was fantastic. How romantic! I had never done that to any lady before; neither had a lady done it to me.

“That was very sweet of you, Bukky darling. Believe me, you’ve made my day."

"Good to hear that. You’ve made my day too. Have a nice day."

"And you too, darling.”

I sighed after she disconnected the line. This lady would be an interesting one, I felt. Imagine what she just did and said.After my parents had gone to work, I remained the only one in the house.




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Interesting 🤔

Few minutes later, the bell-push sounded. I was the only one in the house as mum and Tony had gone to work. Mum should return by six p.m., which was about a couple of hours to go. As for dad, he would not be returning until eight p.m. or thereabout. I went to the door, wondering if mum was the one.
“It’s me, Bukola,” the caller said.

"O-okay.” I opened the door for her.

“Hello, Sister Bukky."

"Hi.

”Sister Bukola, also known as Sister Bukky, was a lady most likely in her early thirties. She owned a hair-dressing saloon on our street. She was very friendly with my mum and my kid sister. Besides, we attended the same church where she was one of the choristers.

She and I were friends too, but not intimate. Recently, the way she kept popping up in our house, especially when no one else was around, showed that she really wanted me to get closer to her, but I wasn’t keen. I was just twenty-five. Although she had a pretty face and a curvy figure, having an affair with a lady many years older than me was not something I really fancied.

“I came to keep this jar of ice cream in the freezer,” she said, showing me a polythene nylon she was holding.

“Can you be kind enough to keep it there for me? When I close and I’m going home, I’ll come and take it."

"Okay,” I said and took the nylon from her. It looked like it was a 500 gram of ice cream.

“I’ll keep it in the freezer right away.”I left her in the sitting-room and took what she handed me to the freezer in the kitchen. When I came back, she was still standing where I had left her.I looked at her enquiringly.

“Aren’t you lonely staying alone in the house?” she asked.





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Ride on.

When I came back, she was still standing where I had left her.I looked at her enquiringly. “Aren’t you lonely staying alone in the house?” she asked.

“Why are you always holed up inside?” I shrugged. “Let’s just say I’m an introvert person. I’m a person who is not outgoing.”I sat down and stared absent-mindedly at the television.“Can I join you for some minutes?” she asked.

"Of course, sure. If you’re not too busy. Please, sit down.”She sat on the couch opposite me. “I told my apprentices that I was going on lunch break.

”She didn’t have to explain why she came around. I shrugged and smiled briefly.

"That’s okay. You don’t need to explain why you are here.”She smiled briefly too.

“So, what do you do to kill boredom?”I sighed.

“Well, I watch t.v and read.

She made a face. “You still read?"

"Of course. Nothing can stop me from reading.”

She nodded. “I think I like that. What kind of programmes do you like to watch on t.v?"

"Movies and sports."

"Ah, I suppose the bulk of that sports will be football.”I grinned. “You’re right. And you, what do you do in your spare time?"

"Music. I love to listen to music a lot.”I was tempted to ask her what kind of music but I decided not to. I could guess the genre she liked. “So, you don’t intend to go out today?” she asked.“No."

"Why don’t you just come around to my place in the evening for a change?"

Come to her place? I blinked rapidly. She lived at Gbaja, which was not far from where I lived. I knew her house, but had never entered the building. I shrugged.

“That will be no problem. I’ll probably just take a stroll to come around.”She smiled radiantly and stood up.

“Thank God you know the place. I close the saloon by seven-thirty, so by eight, I’ll be at home. I’ll be expecting you this evening, Tony." "Sure, I’ll be there,” I said, replicating her smile.

“Be expecting me.”






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“Be expecting me.”

She moved to the door. “Alright, see you." "Okay.”After she had gone, I thought over our conversation. Sister Bukky wanted your intimacy, part of my mind said. I sighed. If I didn’t want any such thing, the best thing for me to do was not to venture to her place. But then, I asked myself why I should chicken out. Had I not told her that I would come? What was wrong with being intimate with her?That evening, when she closed at her shop, she did not come to take the jar of ice cream she kept in the freezer. Few minutes after eight, I told mum I wanted to take a walk around, and left the house. Within ten minutes, I was at the gate of her residence. The bungalow had a shop where a woman sold provisions.

"
Good evening, ma,” I greeted her. “Please, I’m looking for Sister Bukky.”The woman pointed at the passage way.

“Go through that. Her room is the first by the left." "Thank you.” I followed the direction and soon found myself in front of Bukky’s room. From within, I could hear the sound of the sound system playing a gospel music. Gently, I rapped on the door.

"Come in,” she called from inside.I turned the door handle and entered the room.

“Hey, my guest has come o,” she gushed.“Good evening, sister.”She came to give me a hug, and all the reservations I had about her desirability disappeared. I could feel her boobs against my chest. There was no doubt that she was braless. The spaghetti top and the bum short made her alluring. I could also smell the nice perfume she had on. The hug lasted just a couple of seconds but it increased my heart beat.“You’re welcome,” she said.

“I was almost thinking that you were not coming again." "Oh, since I said I would come, I would definitely come."

"Sit down. What can I offer you?”She occupied a room, which had standard size. Apart from the bed and a wardrobe, there was a rack for television and electronics, there was a 21 inches flat-screen, a couch and a center table. I sat on the couch. The room was decent and well-arranged.

“Anything you can offer is acceptable."

"Okay. Let me go out and get you a bottle of mineral. I’m actually cooking and the food will soon be ready."

"It’s okay. You even forgot your jar of ice cream.”She smiled. “I can always take that anytime. Give me a minute.”




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"It’s okay. You even forgot your jar of ice cream.”

She smiled. “I can always take that anytime. Give me a minute.”

She left the room. I looked about the room. It was cozy as she was able to make it look decent and nice. Her picture frame was on the television stand, next to the electronic set. I moved closer to have a look. With her smile, she looked beautiful.

After about ten minutes, she returned with a tray containing a plate of jollof rice and a plastic bottle of mineral. “Food is ready,” she announced.I beamed in smile. There were two spoons in the plate.

"The food is for the two of us,” she said. “But the mineral is for you." "Thanks.”

The food was served hot, but I liked it like that. Without further ado, she sat next to me on the couch and we started to eat.

"What do you say about the food?”I grinned. “It’s delicious. It’s one of the best jollof I’ve ever eaten.

”I meant it. The food was indeed delicious, so no flattery was meant.“Are you sure about that?"

"I’m very certain."

"Thanks for finding it so."

"And thanks for making it so too.” I grinned.There was a Nollywood movie on the t.v. We alternated between eating and watching it and only made monosyllable interjections. After the food, she asked if I wanted more.

“Oh, no. I’m very okay. Thanks.”

She uncorked the mineral drink bottle.

“So, you can take this while I clear the plates.”I nodded. She took the tray out and soon returned.

“Thanks for the hospitality,” I said.

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

She sat on the couch again. At that very moment, the PHCN chose to strike. There was a hiss from her.

“Eh, this NEPA don come again,” she muttered.

She stood up from the couch. I could still see her outline in the semi-darkness.

“Let me get the rechargeable lamp.”I surprised myself with my next action.

I suddenly held her by the hips. “No, there’s no need. Just sit down.




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