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Chapter 5: A Double Date Night

Joy visited me at home one more time after my visit to her school, but afterwards, she never came over again. Weeks would go by when we wouldn’t see or really chat, and then we need meet up at a bar for a few hours. We started getting distant with time.

Through a series of hints she was dropping every now and then, I could tell the reason she wasn’t coming over again, even though she was so eager to do so when we first met had nothing to do with me not being romantic, or me not having a TV, or all the other things I had thought. The main reason why she wasn’t visiting me any longer was because I wasn’t giving her the kind of money she was expecting I would be giving her.

The two times she had visited me at home, I had given her enough money to get to her school and a thousand Naira on top. In hindsight, maybe I should have been giving her more. But before I met her, I had dealt solely with girls on a pay as you go basis. That is, they come, we have fun, and I give them some money for their time while leaving. It was more like business, and I never wanted that to be the case with Joy. I would give her money some times when she asks for specific amounts to handle some stuff, but I never felt comfortable giving her a large sum of money whenever she visited me at home. I would stop seeing her as a call girl if I started doing that, and I didn’t want that to happen.

One day, after going a couple weeks without seeing her, a friend of mine came into town for the weekend. The evening of his arrival was a Friday, and he felt like enjoying the night life of my city. He asked if I had a girl I could invite for a double date with him and his girl. I couldn’t think of anyone other than Joy, as she was the only female friend I had. While at the hotel my friend was staying in, sitting in the front seat of his SUV with him, I called Joy. I asked if she would like to hang out at a lounge with me, my friend, and his girl tonight and she accepted without hesitation. The condition though was that we come over to pick her from her hostel. I told her no problem, and requested she start getting ready as we would soon be on our way over.

After ending the call, my friend went up to his hotel room to get his girl, and we headed out to Joy’s school. His girl was a quiet person, nerd type, with glasses, just like my friend. I didn’t speak to her much after the initial introduction as she appeared to be the reserved type. She sat in the front seat with my friend, and I sat at the back, having a conversation with my friend on the way to our destination.

After a couple of minutes delay when we got to her school, Joy finally appeared from her hostel gate. Dusk was falling rapidly, but I could still see her smiley, beautiful face. She was dressed casual in a black tee shirt, sky blue jeans, and brown leather slippers. I introduced her to my friend, and we got in the car and drove off. I felt the urge to move closer to her and hold her in the back seat, but I was not confident enough for a public display of affection. Besides, we hadn’t seen in a while, and I know how girl’s feelings toward a person can change quickly. She might not be cool with me doing that with her anymore and shove me off, which would ruin my day, so I kept the space between us.

The lounge wasn’t far from her school campus, and we arrived there within minutes of takeoff. We sat outside, as the inside was filled up. They had black plastic tables and chairs scattered around a wire meshed compound. The canopy we sat under was also black, and it gave the place a dark feel. My friend and I were sitting at the table facing each other, and the girls were also facing each other at the four chair table sitting arrangement. When we settled in, my friend asked Joy if she knew the meaning of her name in Yoruba, and she answered with, “Ayo.” He smiled and asked what tribe she belonged to because he really couldn’t tell. She smiled and asked him to guess. Then his girl, with a smile on her face asked him why he wanted to know her tribe. He turned to talk to her, and that was the end of the conversation he was having with Joy.

His girl must have thought he was flirting, but I just saw it as him trying to make Joy feel comfortable. A light skin waitress dressed in all black arrived, and we ordered drinks. A few seconds later, a lady in white apron from the kitchen section of the lounge came over, and we all ended up ordering the same thing; fish and chips.

The drinks arrived within a few minutes, and we had to wait a while for the food. When loud music started booming out of speakers all around us, and we got tired of talking out loud to be heard, each person resulted to going through their phones. We would talk a few times, every now and then, but majority of our time there was spent drinking, eating, and going through our individual phones.

Later that night, when we went to drop her off in school, Joy gave me a very intimate hug when I walked her to her hostel gate. She held on real tight, and longer than usual. It was unexpected as it was quite unusual for her to show public display of affection. When she pulled away from me, through the bright street lights fixed around her hostel, I could see in her eyes that she genuinely was happy to have seen me that day. It appeared like she didn’t want the night to end. Before I could ask if she would like to come home with me, she had already turned around and was walking into her hostel.

As I walked back to join my friend and his date by the car, I thought of what could have prompted the change in her disposition towards me. I found out what it was months later, but it was far from what I had believed it was; far from it.

EAhumble:
Kayo80 is back, but can you please make the update twice a week.. the suspense is killing bro

Yes. The reason I didn't post on Sunday was because I want to post three times this week.

Chapter 4: A Visit to Joy’s School

Things went quiet between Joy and me after her visit. I thought she had enjoyed her time with me, but I wasn’t so sure anymore. She was responding to my chats with monotonous answers. Also, one time I had asked her when she would be paying me a visit again, and she answered with ‘never.’ Even though there was ‘lol’ at the end of her message, which might suggest she was joking, but I have always learnt that a lot of truth is shared in jest.

I was hurt and I started thinking of what I might have missed during her three day stay at my place. I remembered she complained about me not having a TV, but I had two laptops and dozens of movies on them. I didn’t think it was that. Or could it be that I wasn’t romantic enough? The day she came over was actually Valentine’s Day, but I didn’t know till the following day. That’s how out of touch I was with the real world.
I kept thinking what the issue must be; was I not macho enough? Or was she vexed I had tried to sleep with her on her first visit over? Or maybe I didn’t feed her enough. I was going crazy, and it reminded me why I had decided to stay single for so long. As easy as it might be for a lot of people, this dating stuff was so complicated for me.

After being so needy for days and sending her multiple messages without getting befitting responses, I stopped sending her messages. I started feeling independent again after about three days of not reaching out to her at all. On the fifth day, I got a “Hii” message from her. The way she typed ‘Hi’ always made me smile for some weird reason. I stared at the screen of my phone for a few seconds before responding. We chatted on regular stuff, and when I noticed she seemed genuinely excited to be chatting with me, I asked her when she would be coming over again. She went on to ask why she had to come over, and why I can’t come over to see her instead. I wondered why I never thought about paying her a visit on her school campus. I guess because she had been so eager to come over to my house in the beginning I had thought that things would always be that way.

We fixed a date for the next day, on her school campus. I couldn’t wait.

………

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to dress casual, or corporate. In the end, I wore beige colored chinos pants, a sky blue long sleeve shirt, and black suede loafers. I called her when I got to the garden we were meant to meet on her campus and found a nice spot for us far from the crowd. The garden was like quarter the size of a football field, and it had had concrete benches with backs scattered all around the place. It was right next to her postgraduate hall, but there were more undergrad looking students roaming around. I was seated on one of the concrete benches by myself, under a big tree, watching teenagers stroll around aimlessly when my phone started buzzing in my pocket. It was her, and she wanted to know exactly where I was. Before I could find the right words to describe my exact location to her, she had already seen me and was heading in my direction. I ended the call, put my phone back in my pocket and looked up, watching walk towards me with a smile on her beautiful face.
She had on a flare, sky blue silk gown that stopped at her knees. “Don’t look at my legs.” She said and made me smile. She had really nice legs.
“How are you?” I asked as I stood up to give her a hug.
“I’m fine. Where are you coming from?”
“Why do you ask?” I asked as she sat next to me and turned sideways so she could look directly at me.
“Well, your dressing looks a bit formal.”
“Oh! Well, I’m actually coming from home.” I said and looked at what I was wearing.
“Okay. So…how are your chickens.” She asked with a smile on her face.
“They are fine.” I said and I stopped to look up as there was someone in front of us; a lanky teenage boy, wearing glasses, and with a backpack on his back. Without a word, he handed us both flyers and left. It was a colorful, glossy looking flyer for a church event. I glanced through the words on it, turned it around to look at the blank white back, and then placed it on the bench next to me. Someone that needs it will find it, I thought to myself.

We continued our conversation, and even though I had spent a weekend with her, I was getting to know more about her than I had ever known. I guessed it was because we did a lot of movie watching and making out while she was at my place, but this time we just had each other’s words to entertain ourselves. She did most of the talking, and opened up a lot. At Some point, I wondered why she was so comfortable telling me so much intimate details about herself, and then I realized I had always being an open book with people I let into my world. My openness had made her feel comfortable sharing her own secrets.

She was single, and her last experience with a guy didn’t end so well, so she had decided to stay to herself for a while. Even though I had no reason to doubt her words, I still thought she could be lying to me about not being in any relationship. But then, I thought back to her weekend with me. The only time her phone rang was when her mom called. There was no way she would have a boyfriend or even just a lover and not receive a call from the person on lover’s day.

She made it very clear to me that she didn’t want to get into any relationship any time soon, and I respected her decision. But it made me think of the definition of what we had together, because it sure wasn’t just friendship, and it also wasn’t a relationship. I guessed I would find out with time. Only time would tell.

Jaylynn:
And this guy made me determined to write as many stories as my mind could bring to life. I was like, if he can do it, and the many writers alongside, what's stopping me? And now, I can boast of having as many stories as I could ever imagine

Wow! I'm glad to have inspired you. Now you have inspired me to keep going.

Sorry for the delay guys...my plan was to post updates every weekend on this story, but sh*t happens... I encountered some unforseen circumstances. Sorry once again, I will start posting again Sunday night... By the grace of God.

enirock:
This Olu of a guy is something else. E no dey even give himself time to heal before e jump into something new?. Nice one Kay. Very relatable. As young men growing up, we made this mistakes over and over. Many took is for rides and milked even the spoilt milk from us. [b]Looking back, you can't just help but smile at how much we've grown. [/b]Thanks Man.

Yeah.

enirock:
In order to put 2 and 3 onto perspective, I had to come read 1 and I must say I wasn't disappointed. Kay u have a way of giving life to your characters. Thanks for this. Unto year two.

Thanks. I really appreciate the compliment.

Thanks for all the accolades guys. I really appreciate it.

For the new fans, you can check out some of my other stories below...

*4 Dead (https://www.nairaland.com/3282359/4-dead-flash-fiction-story)

*Me, You, and Them (https://www.nairaland.com/3307549/me-book-1-romance-novellete)

*Everyone Falls in Love Sometimes (https://www.nairaland.com/3664816/everyone-falls-love-sometimes-romance)

*Underlying Love (https://www.nairaland.com/4044960/underlying-love-romance-novelette-kayode)

*Not Just an Ordinary Day (https://www.nairaland.com/4207272/not-just-ordinary-day-short)

Fastcars11:
It's just saddening that you abandoned this story....kayo80

I would probably finish it up when I am done with the current story I am working on.

Chapter 3: A Weekend with Joy

Even though I had known Joy for a couple of months, I still felt skeptical about her coming over to my house. Over the years, I had become comfortable with being alone, mostly because I felt I wasn’t really good with relationships; whether friendships, or intimate relationships. I always found a way to mess things up, or people would complain about my lifestyle being weird. So, I just thought it was best to keep to myself. My relationship with most of the girls I ever had anything to do with was usually strictly physical, and on pay as you go basis, if you know what I mean. I was always comfortable with having friends with benefits, where no one owed anyone anything, and I didn’t have to see the girl for too long. But, with Joy coming over, that was going to change everything. She wasn’t naïve, so I believed she knew there was no way she would spend a weekend at my place without the matter of sex coming up, and I just felt that would complicate everything.

The day came, and I still had the urge to call her up to cancel, but I decided to let things happen naturally. At least, she was the one that brought up the idea of visiting me in the first place. Early that morning, an aunt of mine abroad had called to give me a task that I had to do immediately, and I couldn’t turn it down. I was still at a cyber café, doing the work when she called and asked if I didn’t want her over again. I checked my watch, and saw it was already 4pm. Time had gone by so fast. I apologized, and asked her to take a ride to where I was, and that I would pay for it. A few minutes later, she called to inform me she was at spot I was at. I went down to get her, and spent about half an hour completing the project before we left the place.

On the way to the bus stop, she had a frown on her face, and when I asked what was wrong, she said nothing. It felt like I was taking her someplace against her will and I really wasn’t comfortable with it. But she was an adult and I felt if she really didn’t want to go anywhere with me, she wouldn’t have called me up. She was silent throughout the cab ride to my house. I knew it had to be more than me making her wait at the cyber café, and decided I would let her be and ask her when we got home.

I hadn’t set up the living room in my bungalow yet, so we went straight to my room when we got home. She sat on the bed for a few minutes, quiet, and then she made a call to a particular person. Apparently, her friend was supposed to return the money she loaned her that day, but never showed up, and her phone had been switched off. After a few minutes of angry talk, and reaching a conclusion, she hung up. That was when she looked around my room and realized I didn’t have a TV. That was a personal decision as I didn’t like distractions, not like I couldn’t afford one. She joked about not staying the whole weekend because of that, and we laughed it off before she asked if she could go and see the chickens. It was 7pm, and I told her they would already be asleep by now. I let her know I would take her along when I was going to feed them early tomorrow morning.

My room was setup very simple; grey painted walls, with very little furniture in it. The first thing you see when you walk in is a rosewood dining table, and one single chair. The table was made for the dining area of my living room, but when the carpenter kept delaying with the complete set of chairs, I paid for what was done, and decided to put the table and chair in my room. On top of the table at all times was my white Apple laptop, where I did all my online writing jobs. There was a little space after the table, and then you had my bed, which was next to the window. It was a master’s bedroom, with the toilet and bathroom en-suite, so I didn’t have to leave the room much. I used the room right next to it as my walk in closest, with all my clothes, so that my main room could be as less cluttered as possible. I hated clutter.

I had a second laptop, a black Acer that I used mostly for movies. After eating the Pounded Yam and Egusi soup, with beef I bought from a popular restaurant in my area that night, we settled down to watch a movie in bed. She had changed to jeans shorts, and a see through silk shirt, with nothing underneath. It felt real good to have a female in my house, on my bed, giggling at the comedy movie we were watching.
When power went out, she decided to save the laptop battery, and so closed it short. We lay in bed after that, talking about our past relationships. She was really interested in hearing about mine, and the more I opened up, the more she did also. She had only had two boyfriends all her life, and the last one left her just a few weeks before we met online.

Our conversation slowed down after a while, and her body had been tempting me all night. You see, Joy was busty, and as she moved around in bed, her breasts would sometimes hit my chest. Every time that happened, I felt sexually aroused. I didn’t know if she was doing that intentionally, so I decided to make my move. We were lying in bed, side by side, and she had her back to me. I made an attempt to cuddle her, but she gently removed my arm from her body. I waited a few minutes, and tried again, but she did the same thing. I took a deep breath, turned around to face the wall, and closed my eyes to sleep. A few minutes later, she said, “Sam, are you awake?” I said yes, and turned around. There was silence. We were now facing each other. I couldn’t see her, but I could tell she was ready for me. I went in for a kiss, and she kissed me back and moved in closer to me. Still kissing, I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, and she pulled away for a second to take off the shirt herself. I also took of my top and went back to smooching.

I tried to go to third base, but she said, no, and I didn’t want to rush her. She seemed to really like kissing; as we kissed none stop for about an hour or more. Power was restored, and it killed the whole vibe. We slowly stopped, and she fell asleep in my arms.

……….

Cock crows from my chickens woke us up early the following morning. We went out together around 6:30 am to see them. I had a wooden cage in my backyard for the birds. It had a top and bottom compartment, and I placed it close to my room window outside. It faced the open space I had in the backyard. The cage was always open; the birds slept there, but went out to look for food in the morning. They loved earthworms, grasshoppers, ants and moths, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy their appetite because of their size. So I also fed them industrial feed twice a day.

Joy was scared at first when I came out with their sack of food, and 50 of them came running towards us. She left my hand after a while, and walked around, watching me pour food to their feeding bowls that I had positioned in strategic corners of my compound. The birds weighed an average 5 kg, but still were able to carry their weight around very well. When I was done feeding them, we sat on a wooden bench facing the open space in my backyard, watching them eat. “They kind of run like dinosaurs.” She said, focusing on a particular rooster that kept running from one feeding bowl to another.
“Dinosaurs?”
“Yeah; they sort of do like Dinosaurs.”
“Hmm…now that you say so, they do kind of move like Dinosaurs.” I said, smiling at the realization that she was actually right.
“So, which one are we going to eat today?” She said as she turned to the side to look at me, with a smile on her face.
“Umm…”
“I’m just kidding.” She said with a light laugh. She looked forward, and then turned back to look at me before saying, “Do you eat them though?”
“Nah!” I said; looking at two roosters, fighting, jumping in the air and clawing at each other. “Of course I eat chicken, but not just my birds.”
It always marveled me how chickens go from infants to adults all under a year; watching their growth, and being their provider and caretaker for those months gave me a sense of responsibility. The birds also helped when I get lonely sometimes. Those were the main reasons why I had the chickens. It really had nothing to do with the money I got from selling them, because the bulk of my income came from the self-help books I wrote and sold online.

Joy and I sitting in my backyard, watching the birds eat as we talked felt so special to me. The best Apps could be made by the best App developers in the world to help people communicate better, but nothing felt as good as one on one communication in real life; nothing.

Next chapter coming up...

PraisesPblaze:
Lovely piece. I love your stories, i've read quite a lot of them.
Thanks

Thank you.

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Frank woke the next morning with a strong sense that someone was staring at him. He opened his eyes, and smiling down at him was Ana. They had such a great night, and now she was fully dressed. “I got to go.” She said and tapped the tip of his nose with her index finger.
“What time is it?” Frank asked as he sat up in bed.
“It’s 6:30 am.” She said, looking at her wristwatch.
Frank rubbed his eyes a few times before saying, “Let me drop you off.”
She gently pushed him back when he tried to get off the bed. “I already ordered a ride, and the driver is almost here.”
“Wait, it’s a Saturday. Where are you rushing off too?”
“I have a few errands to run for someone.” She said and looked at him long, with a smile on her face before leaning in and kissing him. She pulled back and continued to look at him excitedly. “I had a great time last night. Call me later, you hear?” She added before getting off the bed and heading towards the room door. She looked at him one last time at the door before stepping out.

Frank rubbed the back of his neck, and looked around the room. She had cleaned the place while he slept; it was cleared of the pizza box, wine bottle, and every other thing from last night. The clothes he had given her to wear and his clothes were neatly folded on the bed, next to him. He got off the bed, grabbed his phone by the bedside stool and headed out the room. As he walked over to look out the living room window, he caught her stepping out the gate, and heard the sound of a car engine. A few seconds later, he heard the car door open, and slam, and then the car zoomed off.

He called up his friend, Wale as he headed towards the door.
“What’s up?” Wale said on the end of the line, excited when he picked up.
“I’m cool.” Frank said and yawned as the locked his entrance door. “She just left. I think I will need her over again tonight.” He said and his friend started laughing. “So, I will probably just send you 40k for yesterday and today. You can let her know I want her over tonight too.” His friend kept on laughing. “Why are you laughing bro?”
“I have to tell you something.”
“What?” Frank said and froze, wondering what his friend could want to tell him.
“She’s not a call girl.”
“Yeah, I understand she just does it once in a while.”
“No, you don’t understand. She has never done anything like this before.”
“What? I don’t understand.”
“She’s my colleague.”
The line was silent for a while and then Frank asked, “She’s your colleague?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand. Why…why would she do this for money?”
Wale laughed a little more before saying, “Long story short, she saw you at my sister’s wedding earlier on in the year, and fancied you. She has been asking me to connect her with you ever since.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah; But you kept shutting me down whenever I brought up the conversation of hooking you up with someone.” He stopped talking to whisper something to someone and continued with, “She stopped asking of you after a while, but then she saw you again at the Salah party I invited you for a few weeks ago.”
“Hmm…”
“I knew she really liked you, and I had to come up with another way to hook you guys up.”
It was Frank’s turn to laugh now. “You’re mischievous genius.” He said between laughs.
Wale laughed some more before saying, “Thanks for the complement.”
“So…”
“She thought it was a ridiculous idea at first, but I spent time convincing her that it would work.”
Still laughing, he said, “This is really crazy. It’s like something from a movie.”
“Bro, I have to go now. I have a girl here with me and she is getting inpatient. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay.” Frank said and ended the call.

He leaned on the door, and went through everything that happened last night. He shook his head with a smile on his face. He dialed her number, and waited for her to pick up.
“Hey… Hi.” She said on the other end of the line.
He laughed a little before saying, “I just got off the phone with Wale. He told everything.”
“Oh. I see.” She said and laughed lightly.
“I love it. I actually love it.” He said and there was silence.
“So…”
“I’d like to you see you tonight.”
“Okay.”
“I want to take you out some place; I want us to go on a proper date.”
“Cool.”
“Wait, but your name is really Ann, right?”
“Yeah, my name is Ann.” She said between laughs.
“Okay. I can’t wait to see you tonight.”
“Me too.”
“Have a nice day.”
“You too.”

When the line went dead, he stood there, still amazed at how unconventional the idea was, and how he probably would never have agreed to meet her if Wale wanted them to go on a regular first date. He couldn’t deny the fact that he admired her, and he already knew she liked him, so their plan worked perfectly. Now they just had to get to know each other some more, spend some quality time together, and let the love grow naturally.

“What an experience. What an experience.” Frank said to himself, looking into space, with a smile on his face.

The End

Last part coming up...

Last part coming up tonight.

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She loved to talk, and the more he listened to her, the less he saw her as just an object of sexual gratification. He found out she had a regular job, loved animals, was an only child, and her 24th birthday was yesterday. She had come over for one reason, but he felt the magic he was feeling right know would go away once he got intimate with her, so he kept her talking.

“So… What about you? What do you like to do in your free time?” The question caught him off guard. He hadn’t expected her to ask him that kind of question, and he was lost for a few seconds. “I understand if you don’t want to talk about yourself.”
“No; it’s cool.”
“So…what do you do when you get back from work every day?”
“Umm…” He was about to start talking when his phone rang. It was the delivery man for the food they had ordered. Initially, they had agreed she would cook something later, but when he thought of how long that would take, he convinced her that ordering food would be a better idea.

He excused himself from the room, and came back in about two minutes with a white pizza box and a bottle of red wine. He placed the big box of pizza in the middle of the bed and the bottle of wine on the bedside stool, before going out to get cups. She had the pizza open, and was already taking out a slice when he got back. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait.” She said with a smile on her face as she took a bite from the pizza slice.
“It is okay.” Frank placed the cups on the floor, and grabbed the wine. “How is it?” He asked as he proceeded to open the wine with a stainless steel, winged corkscrew.
“It’s good. It’s really good.” She said with her eyes closed, savoring the taste of the pizza. She had a little piece of food by the corner of her mouth, and he stopped what he was doing to grab a piece of serviette next to the pizza box to wipe it off. “Thanks.” She said with a smile on her face.

Frank finally got done with opening the wine, poured them both a glass full, and handed hers to her. She took a few gulps from the cup to wash down the food in her mouth, and then placed the cup on the stool by her side of the bed. “So…you were telling me about yourself before we were interrupted.”
“Oh, that’s true.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No… No I don’t.” He answered and took a sip from his cup. “Why did you ask that?”
“Well, it’s really none of my business, but I want to be sure a girl won’t bust through the door at any minute.”
“Oh!” He said and laughed lightly. “Trust me; you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Okay. That’s cool.” She said and cleared her throat. There was a smile on her face as she looked in his eyes.
“What about you…do you have a boyfriend.”
“No.”
“Okay.” Frank said and took a sip from his cup before placing it on the floor. He looked up and caught her staring at him. She didn’t look away. Sexual tension was in the air. He closed the box of pizza in front of them, pushed it aside, and moved closer to her. He leaned in slowly, and kissed her gently. She kissed him back, passionately, like she had been waiting for it all night. He pulled her closer, and she proceeded to mount him without stopping the kiss.

His hands went underneath her top, and he started caressing her all over. Just then, his phone started ringing in his pocket. He ignored it at first, but it kept ringing, and he tried to pull it out of his pocket without stopping what was going on, but she pulled away after a while. “Sorry,” he said and looked at the screen of the phone. It was Wale. He just remembered he hadn’t let his friend know she had successfully located his place. “One minute.” He said to Anna before picking the call. “Hey what’s up?”
“What’s up? Is she there?” The masculine voice said on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, she got here about an hour ago.” He said and looked at Anna. She was letting him know she had to use the restroom. She got off the bed, and looked back at him for a second with a smile before walking into the restroom. “Bro, I like the girl. Thanks man!” Frank said in a low voice. He laughed at something Wale had said before going on to say, “We’ll talk tomorrow morning” and then ending the call.

He was now sitting in bed, facing the window, with his legs on the floor as he went through his messages on his phone. When she came out, she walked over and sat next to him. Just as he was about to put his phone aside and face her, power went out, and the room got dark. “Oops! I should go and turn on the generator.” He said and was about to get off the bed but she placed her hand on his right thigh. He got the message quick. He turned to face her, and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. They kissed for a few seconds before she pulled away, slowly laid her back on the bed, and pulled him in for a kiss.

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One Night with Anna

By

Kayode Odusanya



© 2021 Kayode Odusanya


Frank was seated on the black leather couch closest to the door in his living room, staring at the big screen TV on the white painted wall in front of him. This was the first time ever he would be doing something of this nature, and he was quite nervous. His close friend, Wale had told him the girl wasn’t on social media, so he didn’t even know how she looked. But he had assured Frank that she was someone he would like.

Ever since he ended his last relationship two years ago, because of infidelity on the part of his ex, he had stayed single. He was a tall and good looking guy with an athletic build in his late twenties. He kept a well-trimmed beard at all times, and girls threw themselves at him, but he always found a way to avoid them at all cost. Burying himself in work helped with loneliness, but right now, he was ready to mix with the opposite sex again. He just didn’t want any commitments. Her name was Anna, and her fee for the night was going to be 20,000 Naira.

His phone buzzed on the glass table in front of him, and he took a deep breath. He had already spoken to her once earlier, so he had her number stored. He picked up his silver colored phone, looked at the screen for a few seconds, and then answered the call. “Hello.”
“Hi. Umm…I’m outside your house.” A sweet sounding voice said on the other end of the line.
“Oh! Okay. I’ll be right out.” The line went dead and Frank got off the couch, put his phone in his jeans pocket, and adjusted the collar of the black polo top he had on. He headed to the restroom, grabbed the bottle of Listerine mouthwash on the sink, uncapped it, and took a little of the blue liquid in his mouth. He gargled it in his mouth, as he opened the tap, and splashed water on his face. He spat out the content in his mouth, and let the tap run for a few seconds to flush it down the drain, and then walked out of the rest room.

He took a quick look at his living room one last time to make sure everything was in the right place before heading out. His living room exit was pretty close to the gate the building he lived in, and he could hear her pacing back and forth just outside the big black gate. When he got off his elevated veranda, and started walking towards the gate, he heard her talking on the phone. She was letting someone know she had gotten to the house. The person on the other end of the line had said something to make her laugh, and when she heard his footsteps approaching; she let the person know she had to go.
“Hi.” She said with a smile when he opened the gate. Her dressing was official; grey sleeveless linen gown, with a small black handbag hanging from her right shoulder.
“Hello. Come in.” He said, and stepped aside for her to walk into the compound. She was tall, slim, and brown skinned; that much he knew already from what his friend had told him, but he never expected her to be so pretty.
The building he lived in was at the end of a dead-end street, and the car she had come in was still backing out of the cul-de-sac. He had his eyes on the white Camry for a few seconds before shutting the gate.
“Your area is quite quiet.” She said with a smile on her face.
“Yeah; it’s always like this during the week.” He said, as he led the way to his apartment. “Weekends are a lot livelier.”
“Okay.”
As he walked her to the door, he wondered why she didn’t ask if he really was the one she had been speaking to on the phone. It seemed like she had seen him before. Then he realized that even though he had no idea how she looked prior to a couple of seconds ago, Wale must have shown her his pictures.

Just before entering his apartment, he looked back and saw her going through her handbag. He had a few seconds to check her out unaware. She was quite neatly dressed, and her black weave looked quite expensive. Another thing that caught his eye was the silver watch she had on. It was a Cartier watch; Frank, being a watch fanatic, could tell it wasn’t cheap. She was nothing like what he had expected. He liked that.

A smile appeared on her face when she looked up and caught him staring. He caught a whiff of her sweet smelling cologne when she walked passed him to get into his apartment. Her shoes made a click-clacking sound as she walked into the tiled living room; a different sound from what it made on the concrete floor, outside.
“You live alone?” She asked as she stood still, looking around the living room.
“Yes I do.”
“Nice apartment.”
“Thanks.” Franks said as he shut the door behind them. “You can take a seat.” He said and waved her over to the couch facing the window. She walked over, sat by the end of the couch, and turned to the side, so she could look straight at the TV. It was on Nat Geo Wild, showing a pride of Lions resting in the sun in open woodland. “So…what would you like to watch?” He said as he walked to the center table and picked up the DSTV remote control.
“Umm…You can live it at this. This is one of my favorite channels anyway.”
“Oh. Okay. That’s cool.” He said, and slowly dropped the remote back on the glass table. He didn’t know why, but for some reason, he had thought she would request for the Big Brother Nigeria channel. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” She said and relaxed on the couch.
Frank walked over to a door behind the couch she was sitting on. It led to his bedroom. He didn’t plan on bringing her into the room just yet, but they would still end up in it at the end of the night, and he wanted to make sure the place was in order. He flicked on the lights by the wall. The room had powder blue painted walls, with a neatly made bed. The sheets and the headboard matched the color of the walls. There was a big screen TV on the wall opposite the bed, and a reading table and chair a few feet to left of that by the window. He scanned the room for anything that would seem out of place, and when he was satisfied, closed the door and walked back to join her in the living room.

“Do you want anything to eat?” He asked, and made her turn her head around to see where he was talking from.
“Umm… maybe later. But can I please get a glass of water?”
“Sure.” He said and walked over to the door next to his room door, which led to the kitchen. Inside, he pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge, shut the fridge door and was walking out of the kitchen but stopped and turned back around. He walked back into the kitchen, placed the bottle of water on the kitchen counter, pulled out a glass cup from cabinet by the sink, and opened the tap to wash it as he thought of his next move.

“So…” He started to say as he walked back to join her. “I had asked what you wanted to eat earlier, because I was thinking of ordering some food.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I don’t really cook. And I know you might get hungry later on.” He said as he placed the water and cup on the glass stool beside her.
She sat up and looked into space for a few seconds before saying, “Umm…but do you have anything I can cook in your kitchen?”
“Well, yeah I guess…I think I have the essentials; rice, beans, yam, pasta, eggs…and meat and chicken in the fridge.”
“That’s great. I’ll cook something later.”
“Okay.” He said and sat at the other end of the couch she was on. She had taken off her shoes, and placed it neatly by her side. Her legs were stretched out, and he couldn’t help but admire how smooth her skin was. She got him staring and smiled as she drank from the glass of water.
“Umm…do you have anything I can change into?” She said as she placed the glass cup on the stool.
“I should…”
“Like maybe a tee shirt and shorts.”
“Okay. That’ll be no problem.” He got up and was about to head over to the room before stopping and saying, “You can come with me and change in the room.”
“Okay.” She said as she got off the couch and headed in his direction. “I think I would like to take a shower too.” She said as she walked into the room with him.
“Okay.” He said and walked over to the wardrobe. After going through his neatly folded clothes for a few seconds, he pulled out a grey t shirt, and blue shorts. “The heater in the bathroom is working, in case you prefer to bathe with hot water.” He said as he walked over and handed the shorts and t shirt to her.
“I’m okay with cold water.” She said and examined the clothes in her hand for a few seconds before placing them on the bed. Her hand went to her back, and when she was having problems unzipping her blouse, she asked for help. He walked over and slowly unzipped the blouse.
“Thanks.” She said in a low voice.
“You’re welcome.”
“Wait. Please, can you stay in the room with me?” She said when Frank was walking out the room. “I’m kind of scared of being in a room alone.” She added with a smile on her face.
“Okay. No problem.” He said and went and sat on the other end of the bed from where she was. She slowly got out of her gown, placed it on the bed, and walked into the bathroom in her white bra and panties.

Frank had one leg on the floor and the other on the bed as he rested his back on the headboard. The sound of water hitting tiled floor in the bathroom filled the air, and his mind wondered off. Ever since his ex-girlfriend cheated on him, he had become a loner. If it wasn’t work related, he never wanted to even meet girls again, because to him, all of them were the same. He could have sworn Julie was the most faithful human being on earth and for her to eventually cheat on him broke him down. His friend, Wale spent months on end trying to get him dating again, but was never successful. He finally gave up after a while, but one day two weeks ago, he told Frank about a nice girl he wanted to hook him up with. He said it came with no attachments; just someone he could spend an intimate night with. Frank still didn’t know why he said yes to the proposal, but he guessed it was because his soul was just tired of being alone.

She turned off the shower, and a few minutes later, she came out, drying her body with a white towel. Their eyes connected and she smiled before looking away. She walked over to where she had dropped the clothes he had given her. After properly drying her body, she laid the towel on the bed, and slowly got into the shorts and t shirt. He watched her walk back to the bathroom, and it was cool seeing her in his clothes.

When she reemerged from the bathroom, she got in bed, and sat next to him. There was silence, and she turned to look at him after a while with a smile on her face. She probably was waiting for him to make a move, but he just wasn’t in the mood for anything sexual at the moment. “So… tell me a little about yourself.” He said and it made her smile some more. He loved her smile.
“Hmm…Okay.”

This story is a short romance story

Hello people. I am currently still posting a Novella (Love Life of a Lily-Livered Loner) I started a few weeks ago...I will be posting updates on that once or twice a week. But, in between, I would also be posting short stories.

This is a short-short story of about 3,600 words, and I will divide it into three parts. I will post the first part in the next couple of minutes. And then I will put the remaining two parts between tonight and tomorrow (depending on Power supply).

Please, remember, this is a short-short story...it is quite short. When you see, The End, that's the end. I hope you like it.

Update

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This is one of my favorite stories of mine...the day I wrote it, I was so broke, I hadn't eaten anything for two days.

Chapter 2: My First Meeting with Joy


For our first meeting, I wanted somewhere neutral; not on her school campus or my house. I gave her the assignment of finding a conducive spot close to her school campus she would be comfortable meeting; somewhere not too formal. She got back to me with the address of a hotel in the area that had a cool poolside bar.

On the meeting day, a Friday, I got to the place an hour early to check the place out. It wasn’t bad. Cool music oozed out of speakers, placed in strategic points at the number 7 shaped outside bar. The bar was built along the length and breadth of one side of the swimming pool.
There is a saying; you never get a second chance to make a first impression, so I paid a lot of attention to how I dressed for the date. Brown loafers on my feet, with blue jeans, and my favorite navy blue polo top on made me feel ready for the day.

After checking out the bar, I walked out of the hotel premises to use the ATM across the road from the hotel gate. I caught a slim and tall brown skinned beauty staring at me I crossed the road. She was on the other side of the road, wearing a tight fitted black gown hat stopped just above her knees. Standing on the median, in the middle of road, waiting to cross the second half of the road, she still had her eyes on me. She looked away after a while, and then looked in my direction one more time before walking into the bank premises, and heading to the ATM gallery, which was just by the security post.

I crossed the road, walked into the same compound, and ended up right behind her on the ATM queue. She looked back and we locked eyes for a few seconds before she looked away. If it wasn’t clear to me before, it was now crystal clear that the girl was physically attracted to me. The normal thing to do would have been to find a simple way to talk to her. A lot of guys wouldn’t have found that hard to do, but to me, it was the hardest thing in the world; my heart started beating fast just from the thought of that. My palms got sweaty quickly, and my head went low. I hated myself for feeling this way. People always told me I would outgrow this, but here I was at 28, still too weak to approach and talk to someone of the opposite sex.

The girl looked back a few more times, but stopped after a while. I felt miserable watching her walk away after she was done using the machine. From the corner of my eye, I saw her look at me one last time. Why are you such a lily-livered guy, all you had to do was talk to her, she already gave you the green light. A voice in my head said. But it just wasn’t that easy for me. “Excuse me, the ATM is free.” A man behind me said, and I looked back at him, before realizing I had been lost in thought. I smiled and stepped up to the machine.

……….

I was back at the bar now, sitting by a table for four, all by myself, sipping on my cup of Guinness stout. I was seated facing the swimming pool, focused on the people in the pool. An athletically fit dark skinned guy was teaching a girl to swim. He made her lay horizontally on the pool, with his hands around her back and legs, while asking her to continually flap her legs. After a while, he would withdraw his hands, and she would stay on the surface of the water for a few seconds, floating, before struggling to stay afloat. He would then help her up, and they would both laugh, and then do it again.

Elsewhere in the swimming pool, to the extreme right from where I sat, was a bunch of teenage girls taken underwater shots as they swam around in circles. They were about 4 of them. I was still amazed at how long they could stay underwater when, from the corner of my eye, I saw someone approaching. She smiled when I turned to look at her. She was a lot shorter than I thought, about 5ft3, but she was breathtakingly beautiful. She had on a white, blue, and red stripped blouse, with sky blue jeans, and brown sandals. I particularly liked the navy blue scarf she had covering her head.

I got up to hug her when she got close enough, and she apologized for coming late before taking the seat next to me. I told her she looked finer in person, and she said I also looked more attractive in person. I couldn’t tell if she meant it or she just said it because I had said that. The alcohol I had in my system gave me some confident, and it made me very relaxed around her.

We had started talking about how it was odd we were finally meeting after chatting for months when a waitress disrupted our conversation. Joy ordered for a bottle of malt, and I asked if she would like anything to eat. She shook her head, and I asked if she was sure. She looked into space for a while before asking the slim dark skinned girl in a black t shirt in front of us if they had Asun. She said yes, and I ordered two plates.

We remained silent after the girl left. It was odd communicating on the phone for so long, and now seeing physically. You need time to get used to the person next to you as opposed to how you had imagined they would be in your head. I broke the silence by asking if she could swim, and she said no. She asked if I could swim, and I said no. We went silent again, watching the people having fun in the water. The waitress came back with her bottle of Malt, and I ordered a second bottle of Guinness for myself.

She was a bit shy when she first got to the place, but she relaxed with time, and started talking freely. The swimming pool instructor reminded her of her first love, so she went down memory lane, telling me about her love life as a naïve teenage. Occasional, she would smile while narrating a story from the past. She looked more attractive up-close, especially when she smiled. Her voice turned me on. It was raspy and felt like it was dipped in chocolate.

Just before we called it a day, I decided it would be cool for us to take pictures. I pulled out my phone from my jeans pocket and started taking photos of us both, from different angles. She was really close to me, and at a point, I asked her to kiss me. And like I had hypnotized her, she was about to do it, then quickly pulled back, laughing. It was so cool looking at her laugh, with her cute smile and great set of teeth.

As we walked out of the bar after the date, she asked of my chickens. I had a special breed that grew as big as turkeys, and she eventually told me one of the reasons she wanted so much to come over to my place was to see the birds. I knew she loved animals, but I didn’t know she was that into animals that she would want to visit me just to see the chickens.

I asked if she would be cool with coming over next weekend, and she was silent for a few seconds before saying, “Okay.” We didn’t say much after that, till we said our goodbyes when she was about to get in the Uber I had ordered for her.