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It was two weeks to Christmas. Our school would be vacating for the end of second term in a week's time. I would tell Uncle that I would love to travel to Ondo state for Christmas. My parents and family lived in Akure. I found myself teling Lola before telling Uncle.

"Oh, that would not be fair," Lola said. "Have you forgotten that my birthday comes up on December 26th? I want you to be around, darling."

If I followed her desire, it would mean I would spend Christmas in Lagos. Okay, what I could do was remain in Lagos till probably 27th of the month before travelling.

That settled it. I remained in Lagos for the xmas. I had to buy a befitting gift for Lola to mark her birthday. One thing led to another and I found out I could not travel again. The new year started on a promising note. Lola resumed her lessons as the university tertiary matriculation examination would hold in a matter of months.

We combined business with pleasure. I tried to take her through the rudiments of the examimation, and preparing her in a thorough way. After that I would put her on my laps.

"Sorry, your teacher is teaching your nonsense," I said, smiling.

"What nonsense?"

"He places you on his lap."

"Is that nonsense?"

"He also does certain things a teacher should not do with his student."

"Such as?"

"Such as kissing her."

She frowned slightly. "How does he do that?" I would have to show her. The kiss was long and deep.

"So why's he doing all these?"

I sighed meaningfully. "It is actually because he loves her."

She appeared to think over this. "Maybe, he just wants to use and dump her."

I shook my head. "I don't believe that. I believe he really loves the lady in question."

There was silence. "If the guy intends to use and dump her, his number one desire would be to have sex with her. The fact on ground does not show that."

"Where will this relationship head to?"

"Marriage," I answered calmly. "I can assure that this relationship will end up in a marriage."

She smiled briefly. "Is that a promise?"

"Yes, it is indeed a promise. A promise is a debt, so it is a debt I owe you."

“Show her a good time so she knows how a real young man with class treats a woman.”
 
I reserved a table at a nice supper club that had great food and later in the evening had dancing. Ire went upstairs to get ready and I dressed as well and put on some Obsession cologne. I waited for her to come down. She took about 40 minutes to get ready, but finally came down in the incredible emerald green dress with her hair tied-back on each side with tiny braids. Her hair was full and shining and fell beyond her shoulders to her mid-back and she had on dangly diamond earrings. She didn’t wear stockings but her legs were long and stunning and the spike heel sandals were sexy.
 
We had a great dinner at the supper club and she insisted we order wine because she “looked old enough” and this was a “real date”. I started her with a glass of champagne and she loved the flavor and the bubbles. Later we had a nice French white and we were really having a good time. The evening moved on and the DJ played great music. Ire insisted on dancing again and again and never seemed to get tired. After midnight slow songs came on and I didn’t know how she would react, but she pulled me right up onto the dance floor and held me tight, resting her head on my chest. I was quite simply intoxicated—not by the wine—but by her sexuality.
 
I let my hands wander down to the top of her butt and gently feel the rise of her bum. She didn’t protest as I had expected, but rather pushed her hips into me just a hint harder causing my cock to fill and engorge further. She must have felt it pushing into the flimsy silk of her dress and grinding against her pubic triangle.
 
There was really nothing I could do to hide my erection from her. As we pulled apart at the end of the song, she looked up at me and said, “You like me don’t you.” I stuttered and finally blurted out, “Yes, Ire, I like you a lot. You’re a very special girl. But I think I’m too old for you.”
 
She looked at me crestfallen, “Auntie Cynthia had an even bigger age difference with her husband than we have and so does my mom. Everyone knows girls mature faster than boys and need older boyfriends.” She grinned and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go home and watch a movie.”

What? No need to hide this from Arin anymore. And -I- for one intend to take advantage of that fact as soon as banging possible.”

Taking my very first shower with Bukky was a very good way to distract me from thinking about Arin. Despite my assertion that I was a grown man not ten minutes prior, I acted like a kid in a candy store wanting to sample every delectable treat I could get my hands on. And Bukky let me get my hands on everything.

I went straight for her boobs, of course, only too eager to lather up my hands with plenty of bubbles and go to town polishing those big D-cup globes. Her bubble butt also got a lot of extra attention. But I was determined to also soap up every last inch of her skin, just like she wanted. I rubbed and caressed and fondled and squeezed to my heart’s desire, and yes, I got down on one knee and did a taste test to make sure Bukky’s pussy was clean.

Bukky, of course, was doing the exact same thing to me, although her hands seemed to wander over my pectorals and ripped abs more than my dick. I knew I was in much better shape now than before the pandemic. It had been easy before the quarantine to zone out playing video games with my buddies and just be lazy in general. But here, at home, with nothing better to do, my daily workout routines with Arin had definitely toned up what needed to be toned while bulking up the rest of me. Bukky returned the favor of making sure my dick was clean, and I’d never seen a prettier sight than that of Bukky’s gorgeous face on her knees before me with a mouthful of cock and the shower slicking back her hair.

We thought about trying shower sex, but she was much shorter than me and the geometry didn’t quite work. I mean, I’m sure we could’ve made it work, but it would’ve meant me stooping, lifting her up, or pinning her to the wall, and neither of us was inclined to do so just for the sake of doing so (yet). Instead, we shut off the water, got in a lot of grab ass drying each other off instead of drying ourselves, and started making out right there in the bathroom. But then flashing me an impish grin, Bukky rolled up her towel and draped it around my neck, tugging me with her as she backed out of the room.

I hesitated, though, when she pulled backed out of our parents’ bedroom and into the hall. We were both still naked, after all, and the idea of walking out like this felt a little exposed. With an impish giggle, she leaned in, kissed me, and pinched my ass, chirping, “Tag! You’re it!”

Purely on impulse I started chasing when she ran a way . I hesitated once more at the door way though, checking to make sure the coast was clear. Bukky laughed, scampered back to me a few feet, almost within reach. that’s when I said “bangit”, dropped my towel, and chased her, screaming, all the way down the hall back to her own bedroom by the top of the stairs.