Nice one.

She smiled expansively. "That's the spirit. That's how to be a man. Now, give me your Whatsapp number. We'll chat later."

I gave her the number and left her office.

* * *

Hours later at home, I still had doubts about the intents and seriousness of Ms. Pamela. She was probably teasing me, part of my mind said. I guessed she should not be less than forty-four. What would a woman of that age have to do with a twenty-five years old guy? The age difference was much, and it was the woman that was the older!

In some romance stories, I read about some guys falling in love with older women and I often wondered how realistic that could be. I shook my head. Realistic or not, I already had my love. I thought of calling Bimpe again. As I picked my phone, I saw the indicator that I had some Whatsapp messages. One was from Bimpe while the other was from Ms. Pamela. I decided to read Bimpe 's own first. Hello, honey. How was your day at work? Do you miss me? I grinned as I texted my reply: Work was fine. Sure, I miss you. Then, I read Ms. Pamela's message: Call me. I read the message again and wondered why she wanted me to call her. I shrugged. and called her number.

"Good evening, madam," I started.

"Point of correction. When you call me at a time like this, drop the madam stuff."

"Okay, ma-. I mean, okay."

She laughed briefly across the line. "Anyway, you'll ge used to it. How are your lover boy?"

I grimaced slightly. "I'm fine. What about you?"

"Can't say I'm fine. I'm thinking about you."

I shook my head. This woman does not have shame, I thought. "I'm thinking about you too."

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.

..

"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.

Anyway, as far as the matter was concerned, there was nothing to jump at in this.

Ms. Pamela obviously made a wrong choice. But you can't tell your female boss she's wrong on a matter like this. You just have to be discreet about it.

"I find it hard to believe what you're saying, madam." I said.

"There's nothing hard or difficult about it. This kind of thing happens. The relationship I seek with you has no strings attached. I'm a single mother with a teenage daughter. I have my life to live and you have yours. We'll only be discreet about this. Is that arrangement not good enough?"

I could hardly believe my boss was the one saying all these.

An hour ago, I would never have believed she could utter a word like this. I remembered Bimpe . I loved her and would always do. No matter what, she would always remain the love of my life. As for Ms. Pamela, I would pretend to play along. I looked at her and smiled.

"It's okay, madam," I said. "I'm all for you."

She smiled expansively. "That's the spirit. That's how to be a man. Now, give me your Whatsapp number. We'll chat later."

I gave her the number and left her office.

I guess…I…also forgot for a moment who I was with…" she explained, casting her eyes to the floor.

“Can we get past this?” I asked

“I….I…don’t….” she started. “We….have to! I can’t go through my life being afraid to come near you…”

I leaned into her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She stiffly stood there, quite undecided about how to react.

“Momsie?” I said, waiting for her reaction.

“Oh, Tola!!” she cried and wrapped her arms around me.

I buried my head into the crook of her neck and pulled her tightly against me.

“I never want to hurt you. I love you too."

“Oh, honey! I love you so!” she cried and rested her head on my shoulder.

We stood there hugging and caressing one another for a while. It got me really turned on and I had to maneuver my hips to keep my rapidly expanding dick from coming into contact with her.

“Momsie. If it makes you feel better, I think Daddy is a fool!” I said.

“Oh, must you talk like that?” Momsie replied and squeezed me.

She then pulled back and grabbed my head in both of her hands, looking me in the eye. She smiled sweetly at me and then drew my head in and planted a firm, but smooth kiss on my mouth. I felt my dick lurch at the feeling of her lips on mine, even if it was brief. She quickly returned her head onto my shoulder and I buried my face back into her neck.

We again stood there hugging and caressing one another and I planted several fleeting kisses across her neck.

Saturn101:
Nice update.

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