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“Maybe the first time,” I protested, my mind racing while I sputtered a bit and then finally added, “The second time was your fault.”
 
“MY fault?!” Arin exclaimed.
 
“Yes, YOUR fault.”
 
“didn’t we have this conversation about not telling me that stuff?” Mom interrupted.
 
I dropped my face into my palm and muttered, “Shoot me now.”
 
Everyone ignored me and returned to their conversation. And by everyone I mean my cousins and Mom, since Dad had once again wandered off.
 
not that I’d actually be allowed to wander off. Space out and daydream while seated on the couch so Mom could pretend I was “participating”? Yes. But not wander off. And while my little cousin prattled on, I went back to reminiscing about what the three of us had been doing right before this the media platform call.
 
 
 
“So are we finally going to do this or what?” Bukky stood in my door way  with her hands on her hips, an annoyed expression etched across her face as she glared at me and Arin.
 
Per our usual Monday afternoon routine, I was at my desk doing homework while Arin sat on my bed with her laptop. I swiveled my chair around and looked at her, my mind still on Thermodynamics. “Do what?”
 
Steam coming out of her ears, Bukky gestured at my little cousin and said, “Do I need to drag Arin into my bedroom and lock the door again for you to take a hint?”
 
Arin giggled.
 
My ears reddened as it dawned on me. “Oh. that,” I said lamely.
 
Bukky rolled her eyes. “You realize I STILL have this butt plug in my ass?!?”
 
Arin deadpanned, “At this point, it’s less on him and more of a lifestyle choice.”
 
I blinked. “Since yesterday?!?”
 
“Well, not 24/7. It’s uncomfortable. And of course, your new girlfriend over there pulled it out last night so she could ram a strap-on in and out of my ass until I screamed unMy murder.”
 
“Wait, WHAT?”
 
Arin’s laughs got bigger.
 
“Your little cousin got to bugger me before you did, squirt.”
 
I rubbed my forehead and shook my head.
 
Bukky put her hands on her hips again. “So are you going to come sodomize me or not?”
 
not wanting to waste any more time, I slammed my laptop shut and got out of the chair. But as I walked over to the door, I realized Arin hadn’t moved. “Aren’t you coming?” I asked.
 
My little cousin gestured at her screen. “I’ve got a lot of work to finish. You two go ahead.”
 
“You don’t want to watch?” I grinned lasciviously. “Or ... join in?”
 
Arin laughed once more. I loved the sound of her laugh. “You two get started without me. Maybe I’ll join in later. I’ve already seen something plunging in and out of Bukky’s butthole up close and personal.”


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After an hour or so Cynthia said she was going to the mall. I said I was bushed and would lay by the pool. Annie decided to join her mom and go shopping as she had been looking at some new earrings. Ire said she also wanted to stay home and rest by the pool.
 
Cynthia and Annie left and it was only Ire and I by the pool. Ire started to talk with me while she lay on her stomach with her perfect butt rising up from the lounge chair. She told me she was totally “fed up” with her mom and couldn’t stand her anymore. I said that I knew they were fighting about her boyfriend and this was normal for teens. She looked back at me.
 
“No, it’s not about that looser. I dumped him a few weeks ago. I only went out with him because I knew it drove my mom nuts. No, it’s just that she treats me like a kid.”
 
We talked and talked and it was clear that Ire was really a very mature young lady with her own ideas and desires. After talking for a while, she looked at me again.
 
“Prince, I think I’m getting a little Hot. Can you put some more lotion on me.”
 
I don’t know what the look on my face exactly looked like, but it seemed to make her smile slightly. She looked at me more firmly and said, “Well, are you going to help a girl out or are you going to let me burn like a crisp?”
 
I grabbed the SPF 50 lotion and shot a good amount onto my hands and spread it across her shoulders and arms. “Is that good?” I asked.
 
“No, Prince. Can you cover down my back and do my sides and my legs. I’m really burning.”
 
I worked down her back and all the way to the edge of her bikini bottoms. I went down the sides of her back and could feel the beginning of the swell of her breasts. Then I did her long slender legs and her calves and then her thighs showing lots of attention to her sensitive inner thighs. Of course with all of this touching of a young nubile body my cock was rock hard and bouncing and throbbing inside my swimsuit.
 
To feel this amazing athletic teen body under my hands with lotion and rubbing every square inch of her tanned and smooth skin was like a dream.
 
“Calm down,” I told myself, “She’s only eighteen.”


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I nodded at her. "I'm sure you will make it this time around. What did you say you want to study?"

“Business Administration."

I nodded again. "All will be well."

Some minutes to nine, I was about to leave my room for the sitting-room whe Lola came around again. "I want to start the lesson now," she said.

“So soon?"

“Yes o. There's no time to waste."

That evening, I taught her the aspects to expect in Use of English including synonyms and antonyms. On the second evening, she was stil eager to learn, so she was well engaged.

However, the third evening, a Friday, was different. It was clear she had come for a chat.

“How long can a guy go without a girlfriend?" she asked.

“It all depends on the guy," I answered cautiously.

“How long have you been staying without a girlfriend?"

I chuckled. "Now, why're you asking all these?"

She smiled. "Will you please answer the question?"

“Okay, okay. It's over a year, now."

She seemed to consider what I just said. "I see," she said finally.

“How long have you been without a boyfriend?"

“I don't have a boyfriend in the real sense of it."

“Well, in any case, at eighteen, you're expected to focus on your studies, not on boyfriends."

She did not say anything to that for seconds. "That doesn't mean I should be treated like a kid. I'm a young adult."

“Of course, you're right. I won't ever treat you like a kid."

There was another long silence.

“Do you you feel I am bothering you?" she asked.

“No. As a matter of fact, I'm glad you're here. Living in this house without you is like living in a foreign land."

She was happy I said that. We chatted until it was time to eat dinner. The house girl usually brought the food but this time, Lola did. Later, Lola and I went to the living-room to watch movies.

By midnight, the others had left, leaving the two of us. She came to sit by my side.

“So, are you enjoying the movie?" I asked.

“Yes. What about you?"

I nodded. There was silence. The truth was I was only pretending to watch the movie, my mind was swirling in thoughts. Even before she came to my side, the two of us had been casting looks at each other.

What was this feeling I was having? I had never viewed her from amorous perspectives, why the sudden change of heart? She was still young, just eighteen. I was twenty-four.

More Than a Flirt


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Tayo is a young man full of zeal and hopes. Lola is a young lady he wants to settle down with, but there are many clogs in the wheel of progress. In quick succession, he meets Juliet, Kate and Zaina. Tayo engages in more than what a flirt can do.. It takes a while before his brain is reset.


Caution: This story contains love scenes.


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More Than a Flirt


Desire

(c) 2023


Tayo is a young man full of zeal and hopes. Lola is a young lady he wants to settle down with, but there are many clogs in the wheel of progress. In quick succession, he meets Juliet, Kate and Zaina. Tayo engages in more than what a flirt can do.. It takes a while before his brain is reset.


Caution: This story contains love scenes.


I got down from the cab at Coker Road. The early evening air in Ilupeju, Lagos, was cool. I walked the narrow but tarred road to Kujore Street. I stayed with a friend to my father - I called him Uncle - who lived in a white duplex on the street. He was a senior military officer and I had been staying with him since I came to Lagos. He had promised to help me get a job in a paramilitary service since I did not want to join the military.

For now, I did not want to be idle, so I got myself engaged in teaching English and Literature in a private secondary at Palm Groove. The pay was not impressive, but doing it was better than doing nothing. I still waited for the big one, though. I knocked at the giant gate of the house.

A uniformed security personnel opened the gate.

“Tayo, my man," he said upon seeing me.

We exchanged pleasantries. I moved to the boys' quarter where I occupied one of the rooms. I felt exhausted for it had been a very busy day. Stripping from my shirt and trousers to boxers, I sat on the bed. It was just few minutes to seven p.m.

I switched on the sound system in the room and played a favourite artiste. When I wanted to watch television, I would go to the sitting-room downstairs in the main building. There was a knock at the door and the person did not wait for my response before opening the door.

It was Lola, one of the nieces of madam of the house, wife of Uncle.

“Hello, there," she greeted.

“Hello, Lola how're you doing?" I answered back.

“Fine. Don't tell you're fine too because you really look tired."

I smiled wanly at her. "You're very correct."

“Give me one minute." She left the room and came back about three minutes later, holding a botlle of energy boost drink.

“You need this," she said and handed it to me.

“That was very thoughtful of you. Thanks."

She smiled at me. "You're welcome."

Among all those staying in the main house, Lola and I were the closest. She was tall, dark, and looked sturdy. Her pretty face had a brightness anytime she smiled. Sometimes, I wished she could be be my real sister; that was the kind of rapport between us. I took the drink she had brought for me.

“Tayo," she said. "I want to write UTME next year. Can you assist with some evening lessons?"

“Of course, Lola. That will be no problem."

“Hmn, that will be the second time I will be writing it. I must make the admission next year unfailingly. My mates are already in tertiary institutions."

I nodded at her. "I'm sure you will make it this time around. What did you say you want to study?"

“Business Administration."

I nodded again. "All will be well."



More than a Flirt: https://store.okadabooks.com/book/about/more-than-a-flirt/52451

More Than a Flirt


Desire

(c) 2023


Tayo is a young man full of zeal and hopes. Lola is a young lady he wants to settle down with, but there are many clogs in the wheel of progress. In quick succession, he meets Juliet, Kate and Zaina. Tayo engages in more than what a flirt can do.. It takes a while before his brain is reset.


Caution: This story contains love scenes.


I got down from the cab at Coker Road. The early evening air in Ilupeju, Lagos, was cool. I walked the narrow but tarred road to Kujore Street. I stayed with a friend to my father - I called him Uncle - who lived in a white duplex on the street. He was a senior military officer and I had been staying with him since I came to Lagos. He had promised to help me get a job in a paramilitary service since I did not want to join the military.

For now, I did not want to be idle, so I got myself engaged in teaching English and Literature in a private secondary at Palm Groove. The pay was not impressive, but doing it was better than doing nothing. I still waited for the big one, though. I knocked at the giant gate of the house.

A uniformed security personnel opened the gate.

“Tayo, my man," he said upon seeing me.

We exchanged pleasantries. I moved to the boys' quarter where I occupied one of the rooms. I felt exhausted for it had been a very busy day. Stripping from my shirt and trousers to boxers, I sat on the bed. It was just few minutes to seven p.m.

I switched on the sound system in the room and played a favourite artiste. When I wanted to watch television, I would go to the sitting-room downstairs in the main building. There was a knock at the door and the person did not wait for my response before opening the door.

It was Lola, one of the nieces of madam of the house, wife of Uncle.

“Hello, there," she greeted.

“Hello, Lola how're you doing?" I answered back.

“Fine. Don't tell you're fine too because you really look tired."

I smiled wanly at her. "You're very correct."

“Give me one minute." She left the room and came back about three minutes later, holding a botlle of energy boost drink.

“You need this," she said and handed it to me.

“That was very thoughtful of you. Thanks."

She smiled at me. "You're welcome."

Among all those staying in the main house, Lola and I were the closest. She was tall, dark, and looked sturdy. Her pretty face had a brightness anytime she smiled. Sometimes, I wished she could be be my real sister; that was the kind of rapport between us. I took the drink she had brought for me.

“Tayo," she said. "I want to write UTME next year. Can you assist with some evening lessons?"

“Of course, Lola. That will be no problem."

“Hmn, that will be the second time I will be writing it. I must make the admission next year unfailingly. My mates are already in tertiary institutions."

I nodded at her. "I'm sure you will make it this time around. What did you say you want to study?"

“Business Administration."

I nodded again. "All will be well."



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