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When he didn't make further move, she picked up his hand and placed it on her breast. He pressed his hand into the firm softness of her boobs, feeling the t-shirt material. As he squeezed, he felt the plastic nametag with his fingertips. Then, his eyes widened.

“You're not wearing a bra?"

Bunmi giggled. "I told you I was a bit determined about it."

His heart beat faster and his blood flow was like being redirected.

"What else are you not wearing?" he asked slyly.

"I have everything else on," she said assuredly. "I thought you'd like discovering that, though. I can't believe it took you so long to figure it out."

He put his other hand on the other boob. He could feel both her nipples hardening under his touch. His dick, which had been placid all night,
was warming up.

Breathing deeply, he suggested, "Let's take off our clothes."


"Oh, Cyril," she said in a slight protest.

As he wanted to take her mind off her indecision and make her focus on how she should want this, he asked, "So, when and why did you take off
your bra?"

Bunmi giggled coquettishly.

"I did that just before I came here." She stopped and it was apparent she was thinking this over. "I'm sorry. It’s like I'm so nervous."

He didn't speak. The fact was he didn't really want to push her anymore.

"I want to do it. I want to do it with you." He heard himself saying. Nonetheless, he took a deep breath, enjoying watching her erect nipples
under the soft material of her t-shirt. Her face showed her resolve. She squeezed his hand.

"Can we go and take a shower?" she asked.

What s suggestion, he thought wistfully. Involuntarily, his dick grew two inches at her words. He had to almost physically restrain himself to not
jump up. He rose as slowly as he could make himself.

"I have something special to for you," she said, smiling slyly.

He raised his eyebrows. Without speaking another word, she tugged on his hand and led him towards the door of the bathroom.

As they walked into the bathroom, he thought of many things. How would she look in nudity? Would her boobs be as attractive as they
seemed? What about the bum?

As if she was the owner of the apartment, she led him to enter the bathroom without any delay. The place seemed so cozy with just the two of
them there. Bunmi turned around to face him, a warm smile on her face. She pulled her t-shirt over her head. He stared at her what looked like
perfect breasts as they bounced into view.



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In the privacy of his apartment, Cyril sat next to Bunmi. She put one hand on his shirt like she was smoothening it and feeling the fabric. He reached out to put his right fingers to her left chin. He then turned her face to his. Her eyes were closed but he could see the indecision in her expression. She wanted to yield to his demand, yet she didn't know if she could go ahead or not. He needed to encourage her, so he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her waiting lips.

They both took a deep breath as they started to kiss. They had kissed before. They had even fondled each other. Yes, but they had not gone beyond that. Bunmi had said the time wasn't right and he had waited.

As he kissed her, he tried to reposition them both to be lying down on the couch.

"No, Cyril,” she protested slightly. “Not yet. All I just want is to kiss."

He smiled in concession. "Okay. I am just going to kiss you."

"It's different for a lady, you know. I'll never be the same again. I just want to be sure this is right."

"It's right, Bunmi. It's always been right, since we love each other."

"I know we do. I'm just not sure I'm ready to take the next step. Maybe it will be tonight. Maybe I just need a little time, dear."

He could not understand her emotions and her fears. He wanted her to want what he wanted. What was difficult in it? Was there any prize for
holding on to virginity? Was the world still at the primitive time when people held chastity in high esteem? All the same, as much as he wanted
her, he had decided he would not force her or cajole her to do 'it'. No, he would not do that.

He kissed her again, being careful not to press too much against her body.

"You don't have to do that," she said. "I'm not ready to go all the way but it's still alright to touch me."

When he didn't make further move, she picked up his hand and placed it on her breast. He pressed his hand into the firm softness of her boobs,
feeling the t-shirt material. As he squeezed, he felt the plastic nametag with his fingertips. Then, his eyes widened.


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There was a respite for about three hours. In between, she made a dinner of boiled yams and fried eggs. We ate to our satisfaction. We took some soft drinks thereafter and watched movie for some time.

My hands were soon back to action. I reached up with my left hand and cupped her right breast, again gently, over her bra.  More moaning, now she arched her back and pressed her hips hard against me.  My hand slid under the bra and grabbed her breast, fitting entirely in my hand.

Cynthia undid her bra and flung it away.  I immediately worked my mouth to the other breast, kissing the bright brownish nipple softly.  On my leg, she rocked forward and back, dragging her crotch over my thigh.  Maybe we should abandon the gentle approach, I thought.

I sucked on the pert nipple, slipping my tongue between my lips and working it back and forth.  She dug her nails into the back of my neck and pulled my head. My nose was bent, but I continued to suckle.  My other hand squeezed her second breast.  

She suddenly pulled back, releasing my head and pulling her breasts away.  Her black hair lost its stylish curl; it looked thicker, wilder.  The top of her chest was wet with sweat as her breast shone with my saliva.  

“You’re making me crazy,” she said.  

I smiled.  “Yeah. I’m more than crazy already.”

Her eyes lit up and nostrils seemed to flare.  

I grinned too. “Oh, I haven’t shown you anything... yet,” I said, emphasizing “yet.”

She lifted her face and raised her eyebrow.  “Challenge accepted.”  

I shimmied myself up and kissed her again.  Goodness, kissing her was amazing. It was like electricity shot out of her tongue. I grabbed her ass with both hands and stood.  She wrapped her legs around my torso.

Part from the sound from the television, the only thing I could hear was Cynthia’s quick breaths whistling softly through her nose.  I pivoted and
placed her on the sofa, kneeling before her. With my hands still grabbing her rump, I pecked her, then slowly worked my way to her neck.  She
squeezed her legs harder around me.  Her skin was warm against my body. I dragged my lips over her right boob, then cupped it with my hand.
 
Gently, and teasingly, I licked her hard nipple that snapped with every tongue flick.  She arched her back, hand behind her on the sofa.  

“Now I need you to lay back,” I said.

She did not move. She looked at me with narrowed eyes.  I straightened and gently pushed her backward.  I leaned over and kissed her ribs,
then dragged my lips, tongue and nose down her abdomen.  I did it slowly; very slowly.

Her high-waist pantie wrapped around her hips.  I brushed against it with my chin, then grabbed the hemline with my teeth and pulled.  No response from it.  I pulled again with my teeth; they wouldn’t budge.  

She grabbed her pantie, stylishly raised her legs in the air, and in one smooth motion pulled them off, revealing her fresh cunt.  Before
continuing, I admired her for her dexterity.  Black hair tangled, green eyes burning a hole through me, brown nipples bright against her pale,
smooth skin.  I squatted and kissed her knee, then slowly dragged my lips along her inner thigh.  She clenched her thighs and cheeks and placed her hand on my he. My lips followed her inner thigh to her waist line.  I then lifted my lips. She sighed and unclenched her cheeks.  I kissed her navel and dragged my tongue heavily toward her cunt.

I lifted my head slightly and lowered my tongue over the v-region. I inhaled the smell of a woman, the scent of passion.  My tongued hovered around gently, looking for the clitoris. I easily found it, a turgid button of flesh.  I licked it, slowly at first, but gaining speed and pressure as she rocked and moaned.  



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She left my room. I was thinking about Bukky when I slept off. I would not be visiting her until the following day. The next morning, I was at the store at Ojuelegba to co-coordinate activities with Kay.

No doubt, I was learning fast on the job and was doing well. From what Kay said, in six months’ time, another outlet would be opened at Ota and I would fully be in charge of that one.

That evening, at about eight in the evening, I was at Bukky’s place. It was Lola, her friend that opened the door.

“Hello, Tony.”

“Good evening,” I replied. “Where’s Bukky?”

“She said she forgot something in the shop and has gone to take it.”

“I see.” I sat on the couch, not far from her.

“So how’s business?” she asked. Before I could answer, she went on: “Bukky said you’re into cosmetics business now and everything is going on well.”

I nodded. “Oh, well, we thank God all is going on well.”

She smiled at me. “I hope you won’t forget us now that things are rosy.”

I grinned. What did she mean by that? Who were the ‘us’? I however kept my cool.

She raised her left leg and crossed it on the right. I could see her laps. Why a chorister would wear mini skirt outside the church was what I didn’t understand.

Oh, not that she should wear it inside the church. To me, she should not even wear it at all. But I could vouch for Bukky. She was quite decent.
I had to look away from Lola’s legs.

“You didn’t bring anything for us?” she asked.
I brought something for my babe, but not for you, my mind said. “Sorry, I did not.”

She smiled again. “Well, don’t just forget us.”

It was a relief when the door opened and Bukky came in. “Sorry, Love,” she smiled apologetically.

“I quickly had to go to the shop to pick some items.”

“Yes, I was told,” I said. She came to give me a peck. “You’re welcome, my dear.”

“Let me quickly go and prepare something in the kitchen.” She faced her friend. “Lola, come now. Let’s go and cook.”

They left for the kitchen. I relaxed on the couch and watched the programme on television. I had not brought any refreshment along today, so I just had to wait until Bukky finished what she was cooking.

Minutes later, the food was ready. It was white rice with stew and fried plantain. The three of us ate together. Lola stayed with us until after nine. It was then Bukky and I had some privacy.

We didn’t make love today. We just chatted on the bed, holding hands and discussing like real lovers.

* * *

About a month after I started the business, I decided to spend the weekend with Kay.

“Very good,” he said. “You are very much welcome.”

I told mum I would like to spend the weekend with my friend and business partner.

“Give me his address and number,” she replied.

“Just for record purpose.”

I grinned. I must say I liked her sense of caring. Mum was the concerned type. I gave her all the information she asked for. That Friday evening, I would be moving from the store to Kay’s place.

I also told Bukky that for the sake of changing the environment, I would not see her until Sunday afternoon as I would be spending the weekend with Kay, my good friend.

“Can’t I come along?” she asked.

I grinned and shook my head. “I’m planning getting my own accommodation, so we’ll soon be together for as long as I want. For now, sorry, you can’t follow me to Kay’s place. I promise to make everything up when we meet again,” I said.

“Meanwhile, have this for the weekend.” I gave her substantial amount of money to enjoy herself with. That made her to keep quiet.

Kay and I went to our regular bar. I called Vivian to join me at the bar. “You’ll be staying with me overnight, so get ready.”

She chuckled over the line. “You too should be ready,” she enthused.

She and I had been meeting in the last weeks.

She could not replace Bukky in my life, but she also had this spicy role to play. I very much cherished that role.


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Some seconds later, I realized that her image and other images became blurry. I felt drowsy. What a thing to feel at a time like this. I rested my head on the backrest of the seat.

I felt the urge to sleep as I had never felt before. Images became blurrier. Seconds later, I closed my eyes and succumbed to sleep.

* * *

I opened my eyes slowly. I was startled to find myself lying on a king-size bed totally naked. Where was I? How did I get here? What …?

I wanted to get up from the bed. To my consternation, I realized my two hands and legs were tied apart to the edges of the bed. This was incredible. What on hell was this? Whose bedroom was this? How …?

Then, I remembered I was with Evelyn. I was discussing with her. I just took some drinks and I became drowsy. Goodness, that lady laced the drinks with drugs!

Where was she? Where on hell was she? The door to the bedroom suddenly opened and … there was she. Evelyn came in, smiling.

“Hello, lover-boy. Good to see that you’re awake.”

“What the hell is this?” I demanded angrily. “Why was I tied up like this?”

“Hey, take it easy. There’s no harm meant. It is all part of the game. Sorry, but we’re going to play it my own way. you told me you will satisfy me, so this is just the beginning. I like to dominate, that’s why you’re like this.”

I sighed. This was serious. In all my years of sexual adventure, I had never faced a situation such as this. I tried to assure myself that all would be well.

“So, this is all game, abi?” I asked.

She smiled. “Yes, dear Alex. This is all part of the game, so relax.”

I felt awkward and ridiculous, but I would have to play along.

She stood at the edge of the bed. “Now, let the game begin,” she said. She pulled up the spaghetti top she was wearing. Smiling at me, her hands went to her back to unclasp the straps of her white bra. When she removed the bra, I could clearly see her jaunty, full boobs.

Immediately, I felt some warmth growing between my groin.

Her hands went to the boobs and rubbed on them. It was more like teasing them. She circled the areolas with her fingers. The stirring in my prick became noticeable. There was no doubt that I was fascinated by her moves.

Gingerly, her hands went to her brown shorts. She pulled it down and wiggled her waist as she did so. By the time it got to her knees, I could see that she was not wearing any pantie. Slowly, she pulled the shorts to her feet and stepped out of it.

She stood upright to stare at me with her hands akimbo. Her genitals were almost clean-shaven. Though on the short side, she had cute figure. The statistics of her chest, her boobs, her waist and her hips would be impressive. I liked what I saw, no doubt.

“How do I look?” she asked, still smiling.

“Fantastic,” I replied.

“You really think so?”


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