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I spent the first 1 hour plus of the party inside the toilet, offloading the tons of alcohol in my system into the WC through my mouth. The party kicked off around 6pm in the evening but for us, the close associates of the celebrant. The party started the moment we got to Willie's lodge. The booze was killing and for those that loved the herb, there was more than enough. Never knew Willie was a skunk. He was simply too clean to be suspected.

The room was like some party house in Jamaica. Every tiny hole was filled with smokes from the weed. I just sat on the bed, clutching my green bottle and getting high on the weed being smoked by others.

The God of signs and wonders had done it for us. Shape suddenly decided she wasn't coming for the party, of her own accord and James was more than happy that my hook up attempt had failed. He was enjoying the weed with the rest of the guys and getting high and mighty. That was how I got drunk and landed myself in the hotel's banquet hall's toilet.

Back to the party. There was enough exposure of flesh and a whole lot of people present didn't even know what the party was all about. They just came to have fun. As for Willie, I think he had smoked and drunk himself into a state where I was actually guessing he had forgotten that he was hosting the party with 5 other guys of his who were also graduating. James was busy, jumping from one behind to the other and trying to get every chic within his class for himself. Me, Chinecherem, I was just on the floor of the toilet, my face in the bowl of the WC, throwing the alcoholic content into the toilet.

It didn't last tho. I had dragged myself off the floor and into the party hall. I didn't want to miss the action. I staggered to and fro and soon found myself behind one incredible booty, clutching and twisting to my taste. The drinks, the weed and the girls were free.

The party was getting to its fun climax when Chinelo bumped in with another set of her cute friends and the word, Fun was redefined. The dj cranked it up higher and the hall throbbed. Chinelo secured her asset which was Willie and I searched around to see if I could find a Chinaza replica. I couldn't but girls with good body like shape were around. I picked another green bottle to replenish the one I had lost and attached myself to a free girl. She wasn't with any guy and was busy rocking another chic, a fellow girl. It pained me deep to my heart to watch a pretty, curvy thang like her wasting all those natural resources on a fellow girl that wouldn't appreciate them more than I would. I walked for her. Excuse me dance was trending all over the hall so I just said that and she obliged me. The she threw herself at me and we threw all cautions to the wind. The chica got real grind and she rocked the sweet bejesus out of me. I dropped my bottle to the floor, gently and held her tight with both hands. She was as soft as cotton and my bulge just scratched her meaty behind. She didn't mind and instead came for my dick with her booty, twisting it with each twist of her waist. I wound my arms around her the closure became tighter. My body on hers and hers on mine.

She turned after some minutes of backing me and a change of rhythm. She faced me and our face came closer. I could smell the weed right of her breath. She was pretty, sexy and stoned. That was the baddest combination you can ever get in a girl. Only a rich or lucky guy can have that kind of girl for the night and I count myself as lucky. I wasn't going to let that one off my grasp in a long while.

Our face came together and without a hint, she plucked my lips right there on the dance floor. Hers tasted sweet so I encouraged the soft romance until she let go herself. She had started it so I wasn't pissed that she ended it. She walked out of the floor to the nearby bar and reached for my bottle on the floor. I picked it off the ground and it was empty already. How manage, I didn't know.
I walked after her and met her mixing her glass of Hennessy with a bit of codeine and wiping the sweat off her brow.

"What are you doing?" I asked as the proper novice that I was.
"Boiling water," she said and drowned the glass in a gulp. I kept looking at her with my mouth ajar. She did another mixing and pushed the glass to me. I wanted to appear the correct bad guy so I did my own gulping, nearly coughing my eyes out from the acrid taste of the cognac in my throat. She let out a little smile out the corner of her mouth and turned to walk away.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"The toilet," she said and I nodded.
"Go, I will wait here," I said and she kept standing where she was, looking at me in a way I couldn't understand.
"What?" I asked after some seconds of staring match between us.
"I said am going to the toilet," she said. I spread my hands.
"So what?"
"Come with me," she said, giving me a look that hardened my dick at the prospect of what was lurking begin her mind. I jumped at her and she dragged me off to the ladies.

We walked through with all eyes on me like a celebrity. I wasn't a celebrity, I was just at the wrong place with the right girl.
"What are you doing here?" one of the girls there asked.
"I am the plumber, I came to fix the pipe," I replied as the girl dragged me into one of the toilets and locked the door. There was no time for dallying. Her pants went down and her skirt went up. Then she placed her left foot on the closed WC and pulled me closer as my trouser dropped to the floor.

It was all rocking again as the party seemed like it would never end. People were disappearing in a pair of male and female and reappearing back more closer and exasperated. Willie had done his own disappearing and reappearing with Nelo after she had nearly raped him on the dance floor, courtesy of her indulging in too much drank and a little weed, I counted up to 3 times that they had disappeared and reappeared. James was simply no where to be found as I and my new girl snuggled to each other, all wet with sweat and the sperm that had missed the entry point.

At the corner, a guy sat on the floor crying his eyes out to an audience.
"Nna what is it naa?" A guy had asked him and he let out a high pitch sob before replying.
"I was coming here with my Range Rover, my only Range Rover. My 2019 Model Range Rover," he paused and put his hand against his chest and cried again.
"Oga what happened to the car?" Someone asked again. Somehow a huge part of his audience was finding the whole thing funny, some laughing away at the drama.
"The jeep fell into the river and disappeared. My Range Rover disappeared," the guy wailed. "And my mother was in that car."
"Make we comot here. Na highness dy worry this one, he don high." one of the guys said. Everyone turned with laughter and started walking away. The wailing guy changed his tone.

"Nna, the things wey dy happen for this country dy pain me," he cried as I walked into the dance floor with my stoned chic.



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My exams wasn't going to stop me from partying away Willie's 5 years at school celebration. First, it was my only brother's birthday and second, I loved parties. Who knows, I may land myself a confirm chica at that one party. It was a lot of stress going from my house to my former lodge, as it is now, to convince Shape to allow James take take her out on that given Sunday.

"Why should I let James take me out?" she had asked me, almost shooting me out of my chair with her eyes.
"Because you need it. See how you are losing weight because of Willie while Willie is adding flesh. You need to go out and flex and be happy," I explained, searching for a better reason to make her stay out of that party.
"And you can't take me out yourself?" she asked.
"Me? Noo. I have a condolence visit to attend with my father in the village that sunday," I said, scratching my head. Fortunately for me, only Naza knows that I always scratch my head whenever I tell a very bloody lie.

"Let James do it baby, you will have fun," I emphasized.
"Did he send you to come and tell me?" she asked. I shook my head. I hadn't even told James about the plan. He was planning on how he was going to take over all the ladies at Willie's party, now I am there, making an arrangement that will tie him up with Shape throughout that Sunday. Not that he won't enjoy it though. Only a gay won't love a hookup with a Shape like Shape. Even a gay will be thrilled a bit.

"I am not going anywhere abeg, If you or Willie won't take me out, then forget it," she declared and I fell back on my seat, eyeing her and extracting a smile on her pretty face with the looks in mine.
"Why are you even so bothered with having me hang out?" she asked and I pulled closer to her.
"Because I care about you sweetheart. I want when Willie comes back. I want him to see how happy you are and even how more beautiful you are and how more shapy you are. Then he won't ever dump you again," I sang out. She smiled and frowned again.
"Chinecherem shebi I told you to stop calling me shape?"
"Me? Stop calling you shape? The day I stop calling you that is the day I stop loving you. Do you want me to stop loving you?" I asked and she shook her head.

"So you see. Try and be happy, flex your life and you will see how that stupid Willie will come running back to you. Yours curves are even more dangerous than a sharp bending corner even better than that Chinelo own," I said and she went into a laughing fit. Now she was relaxed and I made my demands again.

"Please let someone take you out. I love you, Willie loves you and James loves you. Chinaza over loves you sef and we need you to be happy, very happy. Just let James flex you on Sunday," I said, rubbing her laps and trying not to sleep with her at that point in time.
"No, you will take me," she said
"Shebi I told you that I am going for burial on sunday?"
"No problem, you will take me out next 2 weeks Sunday," she said and relaxed on the bed. "Willie's graduation party is this Sunday by the way so I am busy as it is."
I froze. That was the subject I had been trying so hard to erase off her mind. The exact reason I am trying to book her up with someone else to keep her busy. Now she just remembered. The more reason she will refuse to even go out on Sunday even if I wanted to take her out myself. Either ways, I was too tired to pursue it any further. I just sat back on my innoson rubber chair.

"That's true," I whistled, guaging up Shapes protruding chest.
"So you won't go?" she asked me, snapping me out of my evil thoughts.
"Why not. I am going for sure. Who will now rock the party if I don't go?"
She eyed me for some seconds and then I realized she may find out the real reason I wanted James to take her out but then, that was none of my business and I was guessing she wasn't bright enough to figure that out.

"I thought you said you will be going for a condolence visit with your father?" she asked me.
"Not any more, the Person didn't die again," I said and started a whistle. She fell on the bed and started her boob shaking laughter. I just watched in amazement how a 19 year old girl like her could amass such massive juggs and they still stood firm and round.

I checked my wrist watch and the time was 4pm. I had to start going home before my father would ask me if we wrote our exams with candle. I stood up and shape followed suit. She was sexy enough but I was in a repentance mode. I have cautioned myself from banging anyhow girls. It wouldn't kill me.
"See you soon," I said, falling into her overly loaded hug. One that pinned me against her boobs and had me massaging her every tiny bit of her backside.
"So you and I will go to that party together," she said and I nodded. I kissed her goodbye and ran out of the room for my house.



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IamLEGEND1:
A story by Chipappii


CON- I know this is a spy story but there were too many moments that required a total suspension of disbelief. Prison guards strip you down to your balls and provide you with prison approved clothing and footwear, how John Doe got in with his CIA shoes remains a mystery. Then he went from taking cover to suddenly exchanging gunfire with guards using a gun he took from a guard he shot with a gun no one knows how he got.
And then your ending: again, i could see that from a mile away. You have to understand that the audience knows that your lover gets killed either way so you have to shock us in other ways as that particular plot line carries no tension whatsoever.

PRO- the structure of your story and how much time you spent constructing the environment your character found himself in. I loved that_shit.
And then your action sequences and getaway,it was short but fun & exciting.

Movie most similar to- Escape plan.

Thanks bro

gtin:
Are exams over? If yes, how was it

Not really over. We have one day break, that is tomorrow. Shaa the ones we have written, so far so good. Thanks bro

Thanks everyone. I am scribbling down an update. Will be ready before tomorrow.

I appreciate you all

Drabeey:
Chapter 5




"Mother, mother, mother! Take me with you" I kept saying to my mother as she slowly slips away from my grasp. My mother died the day she gave birth to me. I grew up only seeing her pictures. She was indeed a beauty, no wonder why my father decided not to marry any other woman. I took after my mother, yes, i shared thesame resemblance with her.

My mother was a tall and light in complexion, she was a beauty every man could ever hoped for in a woman.

" who are you? Leave me and let me go " My mother replied. Her reply got to me and cut me into pieces. My heart became heavy and i cried it out.
" mother, you left me here to suffer..... Dad also left me to rust here.,, " i said with all vigor in me. Im sure she heard, she looked back and i saw the guilt written all over her face. Just then i felt a hand held me and dragged me out of there. I looked at the person holding me and saw a lady immediately i woke up and saw myself on a hospital bed and thesame lady i saw in my dreams was there holding my hand.

" Doctor, she's awake..." The lady declared.

Immediately, i saw chipappii rushed in and wearing the medical gown.

" oh, Funmi... This young lady needs some orientation, and you ( turning to me ) You may just die again, if you do... It may be your last." chipappii declared and it was only then that i knew chipappii is also a doctor.
He slammed the door in anger after he has checked the drip attached to my body.


" my name is Funmi and i have given birth to set of twins four times and i have never seen any of my children once, so you need to gear up and get yourself together, no matter what you are passing through now... It may only get worse if you keep giving those bastards an excuse to kill you. Here they sell body parts to ritualist and also sell babies...." she was still was saying all these when i burst into tears again.

How did i got myself into this mess? Is there even God? If he truly is up there, why have i been neglected to face all these alone?

My problems started officially after i opened the door to that uncle's friend. Immediately he came in he asked of uncle and i told him he is inside. He went straight into my room and saw uncle in the pool of his own blood. I narrated everything to him. He was still there sitted and i wouldn't know if he was thinking of what to do. He sat for about four minutes before he started searching for something inside his bag. I stood by the door waiting to see him wake uncle up.

" you are dead " Was what i heard him say as he advanced towards me holding a sharp knife. I got shocked and stood there shivering as he kept coming nearer. He was about getting to the door when i slammed it on him. I heard him screamed as the door hit him on the head and i took to my heels...... And ever since then, i have been living on the street, from one bridge to the other, begging for alms, working for amala joints. Most times i have been lured by 'garage guys' to corners amd get raped... Well, i shouldn't call it rape mostly, i consented to it maybe to get a space to sleep or for money. I lived like this for five years until i get picked up by chipappii and his cohorts.


Next update.....



Life became a little bit easier after i gave birth to my first baby but just then I started having problems when men that visits que to have sex with me...... Many times i have to sleep with more than five men as they are always waiting to get me laid.




Drabeey wrote this

Chipapii was here

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smart024:
Does this girl (Amara) have some brains at all...?


You always nail it and I know by His grace you will still nail it again this time too...


Success in your exams...

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gtin:
I wish u success in ur exams bro, come out with flying colours

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rattyo3:
I wish you success and best of luck in your exams.

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Name: Chipappii
Location: Anambra
Blog: www.gistrealm..com
Gentre: Romance, Action
Books: Diary of a broke playboy, Adaobi, A playboy's Dilemma
Published: Okadabooks.com
Books you are writing: The love that will never die
La vida loca
Murder she wrote
Brother Tobe's Diary

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My exams are starting tomorrow so I am going to slow down a bit.

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are three tiers of Government, the executive, the legislative and the Judiciary. The three functions separately and as we know. The Legislative makes the law, the Executive enforces it and the Judiciary interprets it. I am not here to lecture you on Administrative Law, I am just trying to tell you that those powers are separated but in my house, it's works like the trinity, Three persons in one God.

My father alone controls these three powers in our family. He makes the law, interprets it and enforces it all by himself and you can't seek redress in a court, that's because he will be the judge and will rule against you and enforce the judgement on you. That was it. All my mother does is to complain, successfully some times and unsuccessful most of the time with legal backing from us his children. All of a sudden, he decided I wasn't going back to my lodge. I got a girl pregnant and got robbed and beaten to stupor there. The place was a bad omen according to him and the next bad news might be that I raped a girl.

"Are you sure he will be able to concentrate in this house?" my mother had asked and my father continued in his interpretation of his own law.
"All I am saying is, since he has no property at school now, he should write his exams from this house. After all when I was the University, I didn't live in a lodge."
"That was because you lived in the school hostel," my mom said.
"What's the difference? Home and hostel?"
"There is a big difference, it's you that will start disturbing him with watching of cars and other chores."

Lovebirds, that's how they show their own love, argue and argue. One can easily tell an argument that my father would win right before it has even started. I was going to write my exams from the house and next semester, I was moving into a new lodge, that was the verdict as passed by my father and soon to be enforced.

So I left for my room, Amara was waiting there for me already. She had received the news of my temporal homecoming with unrivaled joy. Her baby boy was going to spend some time with her. She was growing and glowing too. She would have been my proper side chic if she wasn't a relation.

"Won't you go to your room," I asked without joy in my voice. I was a bit angry at my father's decision. If for nothing, I was going to miss shape's steady presence.
"Are you chasing me away," she asked, standing up from the bed. I sized her up and decided to cheer up a bit. She was my only refuge in that trying time.
"No, come here," I said and made her sit on my lap while I frisked her amazing body in her sleek black gown. Only the scent of her body will make a virgin guy cum.

"So you will start going to school from the house?" she asked me, I nodded and added
"For a short while shaa."
"It doesn't matter. At least you will be here for long."
I nodded and focused on my karma sultra with her. My lips on her neck, up to her ear and finally her lips. She was all jittery and pulled her lips away to continue the gist.

"Do you know that Chidimma is pregnant?" sh asked me.
"So what?" I asked and picked up her lips again. She pulled them away again and stared at me. Then I remembered Chidimma her friend. I stopped the romance.
"Pregnant?" I asked her. She nodded and my heart thumbed.
"Sit on the bed," said to her and she obeyed. Just then, my door banged open and Willie bumped in.

"Amara go and wash plates, I want to have a senior men discussion," he said to her, Amara frowned.
"There is no plate to wash. All of them have been washed."
"Go down and see if someone is calling you," he said and pulled her up, gently pushing her out. He turned to me on the bed.
"I need help from you," he said.
"I don't have money,"I said with a frown. The gist Amara gave me was dealing with me internally.

"It's not money," he said and sat beside me.
"What?"
"It's shape."
I turned to look at him, getting interested in what he was going to ask for all of a sudden.
"Ehe?"
"I need you to keep her busy next week Sunday."
"Why?" I asked
"My party is on that day and I had invited her earlier on. Now This girl, Chinelo is around and I don't need a version 2 of what happened at my lodge to happen in my party, its going to be a deadly party crasher, so I don't need her to attend the party at all," he explained and I nodded.
"That's very easy, keeping her busy is easy, we are already relating on another level. So we will just spend the time together that day," I said and he shot me a terrible look.
"What do you mean spend time together?" he asked.
"You know naa, how else can I keep her busy?" I asked.
"No, I need you at my party. You can't stay with her, just figure out a way to do it. You can find a guy to take her out or lock her up in that your lodge," he said and stood up with a stretch and a yawn.
"We will find a way," I said and he nodded, then turned in a fast twist at me.

"I just heard what you said now," he said. I stared at him all confused.
"What was that?" I asked.
"You said you are relating on another level?"
I nodded slowly.
"You are exploring her Savannah?" he asked me. No reaction from me. The look on his face made it impossible for me to react.
"Are you aware that shape has this problem with reasoning about things?" he asked me, pointing his hand to his head.
"How?"
"Don't you know that she is going to tell Chinaza?" he said and sat down on the bed again. "Listen, I didn't say she may or might tell Chinaza, I said she will tell her about it. Abi you don't know that she is accusing Naza of pushing Nelo back to me?"
"So?" I asked.
"She will tell her that she is fucking you just to get back at her and Naza will poison you, Shape and your baby in her womb. Shebi I told you to stop being an amateur."

I looked up and down. I was getting rusty with this player thing. I think I just like sex a lot and not fine girls. I wasn't much bothered with shape leaking our romantic secret to my bae at that point in time. All that stood before me was Chidimma being pregnant. I should stop touching all these amateur girls. Not that I was scared that the pregnancy will be mine, after all, I can't be the only one fucking a girl like her. It just can't be mine, someone cannot score an own goal twice, that would be madness and I am not mad, my sperm is not mad.

"So what will I do?" I asked him.
"Nothing. Just wait for the poison but before then, make sure you keep her busy on Sunday and attend my party. You need serious tutorial on dating more than two girls, I wonder what you think I meant when I said she was going to revenge it all on you."

That was it, he stood up and left the room, pushing Amara back inside. She came and sat beside me.
"So as I was saying, you know Chidi that leaves down the road?" she asked.
"That toad head? The one his legs looks like plier?" I asked and she nodded with a laugh.
"Yes, what about him?" I asked.
"Chidimma is saying that he is responsible."
I heaved a heavy sigh and my heart rate slacked by a 100 beats.
"But I am not sure she is right. I think the baby should be yours. I don't want her to give your baby to someone else."

I nearly flogged her out of my room.


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Goodnight. I dy weak like this

"In the name of Jesus, any hand that is involved in robbing my son will know no peace for the rest of his life!"
A loud echo of amen swept through the whole room.
"For stealing his properties, may they have all there individual destinies stolen!"
My amen was the loudest. My laptop and my phone had meant a great deal to me.
"Abba father! You promised me that no evil man shall lay a hand on these innocent, precious children you gave to me and therefore for laying a hand on my son, descend on the enemy's camp with your mighty hand and beat the devil out of their various lives in Jesus name!"
My amen was low and I turned to Willie who was kneeling beside me and throwing out Amens like punches.

"Did you tell them that I was beaten?" I asked him in whispers. He turned to me, eyed me and continued the Amen chants. My mom kept up with the curses until she had made a mess of the robbers lives with her prayers then we sang praises and made the final sign of the cross.

"Dad, Mom, as in they cleared everything," Willie continued and I kept nodding as back up. My mom crossed her hand over her chest and kept repeating her chants of "ewoo!".
"The television, the laptop, his phone even his clothes," Willie said again and my father coughed, dropping his paper on the side stool. He removed his spectacles and stared at me.
"You have a television?" he asked after a staring match between us. Amara scoffed, my mother turned to him with disbelief all over her face. I turned to Willie with that "Shey you have seen what you have caused?" look on my face. Then my mother came to my rescue.

"Is that all you can hear from what they have been saying here since? Criminals attacked your son, beat him like a school drum and left with all his property and all you heard is that he has a television?" she asked.
"He is not dead naa, is he?" my father asked.
"And so? Can't you see how the have beaten my son and changed his color to black?"
Everyone laughed, even my father.
"Was he white before?" he asked.
"I don't know but I don't think I have enough Children already, talk less of the one armed robbers will come and kill for me," she said, adjusting and readjusting her head tie.
"Come and have more naa," my father said, picking up his paper from the stool again.
"Yes, we need another fresh chic in this house," Willie said.
"Yes, a cute baby girl," I seconded.
"No, we need another boy, the two I have are gradually turning into a heap of wastes," my father said and kept peeking at the paper over the rims of his spectacle.
"My children are not wastes biko, my baby boys are responsible," my mother defended.
"Yes, we need a girl, when aunty Uju and Prisca gets married now, I will be the only girl left the in house," Amara said. My father turned to her.
"Go and born a girl naa, are you not old enough?" he said. Another argument was going to break out and replace my trending topic of the robbery. That was one thing I and Willie wasn't going to allow.

"Dad, our exams are starting next week," I said and he turned to me.
"Good, go and read," he said.
"My books are back at school and I need go back."
"I thought they stole everything?" he asked.
"Armed robbers don't steal books," Willie chipped in.
"Are you one?" my father asked him.
"No, please don't call my son a thief,I won't take that, no way," my mother protested.
"I didn't call him a thief, I was only asking if he was."
"Are you a thief?" my mother asked him.
"God forbid," he said and circled his hand over his head, snapping his fingers.
"Then why ask him if he is one. He can only be a thief if one of his parents are and I am not a thief," my mother said, eyeing him. My father turned to her with a frown.
"I am not a thief, stop looking at me like that," he said. Everyone laughed. Then I pressed further my charges. I told him my bed was also stolen and my room was bare, only my locker and books were spared.

"You have to change lodge then. You can't be staying in a criminal infested area. How can someone come into another person's room and pack everything like he is relocating?" my father asked. We kept quiet. I hated that idea of relocating, he might end up suggesting the school hostel for me, that was my fear.

"You going over to temp site, I heard rents are cheaper there too," he finally said and I heaved a sigh.
"That would be next semester,"I said and he nodded.
"But I need to get back to school and I need to buy somethings like phone, mattress, pillows and I even need a laptop for my online reading," I sang out as the smile disappeared from his face and broke out on Willie's. The mattress theft was his idea. He was organizing a graduation party and he had blown the tuxedo money on booze and girls and had nothing for the party. We were in agreement to share the loot.

"You will take your mother's phone and laptop, I don't think she is using them," he said and shifted further from her, avoiding an impending blow.

We came to a conclusion, he would provide the money for the items after he might have done a market survey for them. He thought I was a crook and might inflate the prices. I had no problem with that, let him bring the money first.

He came back the next day with a brand new laptop and an android phone, a very good phone I must confess. But then, Willie was moved to tears, not tears of joy, mind you. It was tears of pain, all his plans on doing an apriko on those items had been dashed against the wall and what was more, my father had already ordered for a new mattress to be delivered to the house the next day, he was going to drop me off at school with them.

Apparently, no money for Willie's party and new tuxedo.




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Mhizpotential:
i thought you said you nd willie can be everything but can't share girls, how come u now straffing shape?

When you know quite well that willie is gonna come back for shape after Nelo leaves....well it's not my bussiness.
i hate all these things that you guys re doing to all these girls....

the robbery attack, serves you right.

But where is Nelo all this while ehn

Sh*t happens .
It's not me by the ways, it's Neche.

RomeoMarvis:
you killing it....too much dopeness. thanks for the update...

Thanks bro

AFULA:
GREAT JOB MAN!

Thanks bro

jasper042:
bros u good joor

Thanks bro

kelvinhilton:
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Tnks for putting me tru.. I must say u r a fantastic writer, been reading ur stories on NL.

Sure. Thanks bro

kelvinhilton:
Ogs chipappii, sometimes I gat to ponder what's the meaning of this ur moniker?? .. Nice update..

Chi from Chinecherem and pappii for a bit of style. Thanks bro

Kentura:
hahahaha... Thanks for the update brah, now I can sleep in peace tonight!!

More ink to ya pen too

Lolol. Thanks bro

tycoon3:
Good job guy more ink to ur pen....

Thanks bro

I never actually believed shape would hover over me all those while and never crash on my bed, it was impossible but I also didn't know she was going to serve it to me on a platter of diamonds. Good things they say come to those who are patient for them and shape was one hell of a bloody good thing and I was one patient dog.

"What if Naza finds out?" she had asked me as we watched a movie in my room, waiting for the appropriate time to hit the bed.
"Find out about what?" I asked.
"About us," she replied, eyeing me with a smile on her face.
"She won't find out," I said and fixed my attention on the movie. Someone I really like was about to be killed.
"What if I tell her?" She asked.
"She will poison you and then make me apologize for cheating on her. Then life goes on," I said. She laughed and I paused the movie to turn to her.
"Shape, I am serious, Naza will poison you if she finds out."
"I will tell her. I want her to feel the same way I am feeling," she said.
"Shape, how old are you?" I asked her all of a sudden.
"19, why do you ask?"
"I should have asked you that at first," I said and continued with the film.
"Why?" she kept asking.
"Because I would have known you are liable to do things like a small girl," I said.
"I am not a small girl abeg," she said with a frown.
"Having a 25 year old body doesn't make you 25, it only makes you 6 years hotter than you should be."
She laughed. She probably thought I was joking about the poison stuff.

Minutes turned into hours and hours into days and Shape's revenge turned into a full blown sex affair. I was almost running from her, have never seen any insatiable girl like her. Little wonder Willie liked her. Now she was at the brink of forgetting her Willie baby, I was now her proper daddy yo. She was also at the brink of catching feelings and I didn't like it. It was either "Neche Imagine two of us married, we would be the best couple in town" or "Neche imagine what my baby with you would look like, she would be so lovely". That was all she talked about and I always let her know that the joke had turned senior whenever she mentioned that baby bullshit. Of course I had my condoms handy only that with girls like shape, you can never tell.

So it was a chilly day and a weather for a naked two. It was 9pm and we were cuddling on the bed, popping our pimples and getting wet. Shape had a smooth skin despite her heavy endowments. The stretch marks just weren't there. I hand my left hand up her asshole and she was moaning the hell out of herself, trying to break my dick like they had a dispute. She had the smoothest lips I had ever tasted, of course second to only my Naza. You can call me biased, it's your business. We kissed and exchanged tongues for chewing and licking. She was stark naked and so was I. She always insisted if she was going totally naked, then the guy would do likewise.

I always had this joy of spreading a very thick leg and flying myself in between them. I doubted if I was ever going to let shape go in a very long time. I parted her beautiful laps and she pulled me in, inserting my tool herself, Rubbing the open tip nearly driving me off the cliff of madness. I fell on her like a three course meal and devoured her, a trillion thrust in a second. She kept singing my name and I kept asking for more vocals. She flipped me around and mounted me like a proper cowgirl. I held her juggs as she bounced on me, her face to the ceiling, calling on the lord to save her from drowning in that pool of pleasure. Then I felt the cum coming out of me and in that moment of irredeemable ecstasy, shapes mouth wide open in deep moans and my teeth digging into my lips with intense pleasure, I saw my door open and Naza walked in, even then I couldn't push shape off. I was bloody cumming and it's one of those things in life that you can hardly pause.

She slapped me and I let out a moan. More followed and I turned around and through the blurry film in my eyes I saw a guy leaning towards me. I was dreaming but it wasn't far from reality of what shape would do to me in real life.
"What?" I asked, wiping my eyes with my hand and wondering if I had been moaning and asking for more in my sleep.
"Was I talking in my sleep?" I asked the strange guy.
"No, but you were snoring," he said in a hoarse voice. I knew he was lying because I don't snore, that was even one of the reasons Naza loved me.
"Give me that phone," the guy said, more like commanded.
"Who do you want to call?" I asked, still rubbing my eyes.
"I want to call my mother. Mumu guy, get up!!" he thundered and I jerked only seeing the shinning gun in his hand for the first time. I stood up from my bed and there was shape on the floor her face down and shivering.

"Is this Tecno?" the guy asked and I shook my head, joining shape on the floor.
"Infinix," I murmured.
"So you no even get iPhone," he asked me again. I shook my head.
"Is he a thief?" I asked shape in whisper. She shook her head.
"No, he is my boyfriend."
Even the guy laughed. I didn't laugh shaa neither did shape. Only the guy laughed.
"So as you big like this, you no get iPhone? Wetin I wan use China infinix do?" the guy asked and I was tempted to call him a fool, only the gun in his hand stopped me.
"Chairman, I broke like this," I managed to say, hoping to extract pity from the guy.
"You broke and you dy carry this kind of beautiful girl," he said. I looked at shape and back to him.
"This one? She is my junior sister ni, where I see money to carry girl?" I asked. He observed shape and licked his lips.
"This your sister go sweet gan," he said. Shape sniffed.
"Bros abeg, she is a virgin," I said and noticed the look of disbelief on his face.
"Virgin carry all these things?" he asked.
"I am surprised myself," I said.
"And how did you know?" he asked me.
"No be me and am dy stay like this?" I asked.
"No be your sister again?" he asked with a grin.
"I mean..." I stammered.
"I understand, as in sister in Christ," he said with a smile. I sniffed without a word again.
"Bad guy," he hailed me. I smiled uneasily. He went for my laptop sitting on my refrigerator and unplugged it. I felt the tears chocking my throat.
"You fit buy am back if you get money o," he said, smiling wickedly at me.
"How much?" I asked.
"20k."
"Bros abeg, I thought we were friends already, you na my fellow guy naa. No do this thing. Take the phone and leave the lappy for me abeg," I begged.
"We no be friends guy, we fit be friends tomorrow but no be this night. How person go dy steal from you, you sef go dy call am your friend?" he murmured, feeling my pocket. He felt my Nokia torchlight, the phone after my own heart.
"Give me that phone," he commanded.
"Bros na Nokia torch o," I said, looking up at him with pity in my eyes and pulling the phone hurriedly from my pocket, he had his gun in my face.
"E no matter, phone na phone," he said, putting the phone in his pocket.

I was calculating how to pull a Jackie Chan on him when my door opened. Another of them peeped in, a gun in his hand too.

"Emeka do fast make we commot here," he said and then stared at my plasma TV on the wall.
"This guy get better television o. If to say we carry car come."
"No worry, next time. At least we don get like five laptops," the Emeka said with a smile, pointing at my laptop. I actually cried, only that there was no tear.
He parked his loot and headed for the door.
"Fine girl, goodnight," he said to shape and turned to me. "My guy we go see next time eh. Try buy iPhone, e dy cost pass all this infinix and tecno," he said. I ignored him. He closed my door and shape sniffed then he opened the door again.
"Come," he called me. I stood up and walked to him, fidgeting to break his head when he turned his back but I saw about five other guys outside, some had pump actions.
"Who get that room wey them lock?" he asked me, pointing at Shape's room.
"She is not around, she went home," shape answered rather hurriedly.
"You sure?" he asked her and she nodded.
"No need to waste time. We already get enough things," he said to his colleagues. They nodded and started moving. He turned to me.
"Oga e go be naa. Lock your room and continue your brother on sister in Christ sleep," he said and walked away. I closed my door and fell to the floor.

"What happened?" I asked shape and she explained. They had knocked on the door and she thought it was James or some other of our lodge mates. She opened the door and found out otherwise. Now my laptop was gone and my two phones. James scampered into my room almost crying.
"Guy they cleared my wardrobe," he said and sat beside me on the floor.
"They nearly raped Shape," I announced.
"Did you watch?" James asked me, a bit of excitement on his face. Shape hissed and was ignored.
"I said nearly guy, he no touch am."
James hissed and we sat there, James's face on the floor and his hand on his head. My gaze was all on Shape, somehow, I only managed to remember that wonderful dream before the mofo woke me up.
"Thank God," I muttered. James and Shape turned to me.
"For what?" She asked me.
"They didn't steal your pussy," I said. James fell on the floor and Shape hissed.

I spent the next day crying over my laptop and my Nokia torch. The phone had all my beautiful female contacts, my heart was simply broken. Shape kept consoling me, after all her room wasn't robbed and when we were alone inside, I was crying, hissing and throwing my hands on my head, she had asked me.
"Do you want to suck breast?" jingling her boobs with a wide smile
I looked at her with a mighty frown and then threw my face away. After all, hers was just a pair of breasts, my stolen phone's contact had many of assorted colors, sizes and many more.




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