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She noticed the glance, of course. She sat up a little straighter so that the upper slopes of her cleavage actually hit me in the chin, and I felt my heart speed up a little more than usual.

“See something you like?” she asked quietly, a world of innuendo in her voice.

“I see two things I like,” I replied before smiling broadly. “Your eyes are enthralling. I’ve always been a sucker for dark eyes.”

Maryam’s brilliant dark eyes narrowed slightly. “that’s because Christy has eyes ... and tinted hair.”

I thought about that for a moment. “True, but they’re different shades. Your hair is a lot more red, and your eyes have more of an emerald color.”

“Is that a Ghanaian expression?”

I laughed and nuzzled her nose. “not intentionally so. and just because Christy has dark eyes doesn’t make me appreciate yours any less.”

“Perhaps. But I still think it’s these you’re trying to get a closer look at. Let me help you.” and with that, she actually pulled my head down into her cleavage for a few seconds.

Maryam wasn’t the first girl to shove her tits into my face (or in this case, shove my face into her tits). All of the Pretty-Young-Things did so every so often, even Christy – it was part of the teasing. But there had always been something a little ... different ... about the way Maryam teased me compared to the others. For one thing, I’d watched the other five slowly escalate their teases over the past two-and-a-half years.

We’d played this cat-and-mouse game of attack and retreat, attack and retreat long enough for everybody to get comfortable with the game and understand that the rules would always be obeyed. Both sides always knew it was just that, a tease, and nothing more. So whether it was Uchechi, Anna, Chidinma, Precious, or Christy, I always knew in the back of my head any and all flirtations would stop short of actually doing something.

But I’d only met Maryam five months ago. True, she caught on quick after joining the Pretty-Young-Things that “messing with Michael” was not only fair game, but encouraged. But there had always been a little bit of an edge in the way she flirted with me that made me wonder... Could this be going somewhere? I mean, she knew about and agreed to the “Nobody dates Michael” rule.

Yet, we’d never gone through those first exploratory flirtations when the girls first made clear they were using me as a practice dummy and not actually intending to follow through on anything.

Maryam didn’t need a practice dummy, you see. She already knew how to bait a man.

So on an afternoon like today, when the gorgeous redhead set her forehead against mine, rubbed her perfect ass against the bulge growing beneath her, and breathed in deeply with mixed sexual heat and resignation, I wondered (not for the first time) how different things might’ve been had Uchechi not grabbed the new Ghanaian transfer student, given her the nickname “Tonia”, and immediately brought her into the Pretty-Young-Things.

“So how was school?” I asked, breaking the silent tension between us as I reclined my head to rest it against the lounger’s backrest.

Maryam shrugged and also sat up straighter, extending her arms until her elbows were locked and there were a couple of feet of space between us. “Same ol’ shite, different day.”

“You’re picking up exotic idioms quickly. Still, that’s a bit jaded for only the first day of school. Gonna be a long road ahead if you’re starting out this cynical.”

“High school is different in the States. In Ireland we’d all be freaking out about the leaving school certificate, which kind of makes or breaks your entire career before it’s even got started.

“I suppose. Just don’t count on this year being all fun and games. What happens in the next few months will determine which university we get into, you included.”




Sweeter Than Honey: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/sweeter_than_honey/43801

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A man walking along a California beach was deep in prayer. All of a sudden, he said out loud, "Lord grant me one wish."

Suddenly the sky clouded above his head and in a booming voice the Lord said, "Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish."

The man said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over anytime I want."

The Lord said, "Your request is very materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of another wish, a wish you think would honor and glorify me."

The man thought about it for a long time. Finally he said, "Lord, I wish that I could understand women. I want to know how they feel inside, what they are thinking when they give me the silent treatment, why they cry, what they mean when they say 'nothing', and how I can make a woman truly happy."

The Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four lanes on that bridge?"

Calista grinned, propping an elbow on the table and dropping her chin into her open palm. "Oooh, seducing your teacher? that's one cliché you haven't done yet."

"I'm not seducing my teacher."

"whatever." Calista smirked. "Angela and Erica tnew me the rumors about Brian Ogilvie, too."

I frowned. "what are you saying?"

Calista shrugged, glancing at Funmi out of the corner of her eye before shutting up. "nevermind."

"No. what?" I insisted.

Calista rolled her eyes at me. Clearly I'd missed some sort of hint. Only then did I catch that she'd desired me to drop it so that she wouldn't have to say something in front of Funmi. and too late, I suddenly clammed up.

Funmi noticed. "Oh, come ON," she complained.

Calista just looked at me again and rolled her eyes. She took a deep breath and then looked right at Funmi. "I was going to suggest that Kola go ahead and nail Madam Maryam."

"what?" Funmi popped her eyebrows.

Calista shrugged. "Hey, he'll get preferential treatment and an easy 'A' for the rest of his school career, right?"

"But if I piss her off," I put in. "She'll FAIL me. No thank you."

"Like you could ever piss her off. One Big Kola Experience and you'd have her eating out of the palm of your hand," Calista chuckled.

"Wait-wait-wait." Funmi was waving her hands. "You're not serious, are you?"

Calista shrugged. "Sure."

"But he's your boyfriend!"

"Yeah..."

"and you'd be okay with him screwing his teacher? YOUR teacher?"

Calista giggled and looked at me. "Hey, maybe she'd figure she owes me and I'd get an easy 'A' too!"

"Calista..." I growled in a warning tone.

my girlfriend just waved at Funmi. "You were Dolapo's friend, right? You had to know some of the things that were going on when he was dating her, right?"

Funmi screwed her face up. "Well, yeah, but ... Dolapo was kind of a nymphomaniac. Regular girls on this planet aren't really like her. I thought that you and Kola were more ... I don't know ... monogamous."

"Well, we have been lately," Calista nodded while giving me a look. "But that's more due to lack of opportunity than anything." Calista then sat up straight and started looking back and forth between Funmi and me. "Wait ... did you two ever..."

my eyebrows shot up and now it was my turn to glare at Calista to drop the subject. But Funmi had already caught on and she suddenly blushed and scrutinized her plate. "Oh, us? Uh..."

"No-no-no," I quickly interjected. "No. Funmi and I never hooked up or anything."

"I'm sorry." Calista reached out and covered Funmi's hand. "Didn't mean to embarrass you. You just moved in here and the last thing I desire to do is make you uncomfortable."

"No, it's fine," Funmi shook her head and took a deep breath. "Just caught me off-guard, but really, I'm fine with it. I tnew you I wasn't a prude and goodness knows I've got my own sordid past.

" I'm not here to cramp your style and if you guys have an open relationship, that's cool. But Kola and I aren't like that. We're just friends and co-workers, right?"

Funmi conspiciously didn't look at me, but I didn't desire to escalate the situation any further. "Right." I nodded. Then I looked over at my girlfriend. "and I'm not looking for the kind of relationship I had with Dolapo. Babe, you're all I need."

my girlfriend leaned back against her chair and smiled. "that's a nice sentiment, but I know you better than that.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: monogamy just isn't in your DNA. All I need is to know that you love me. As for the rest, you can have a little fun."

I raised an eyebrow. "Fun"

"Yeah, 'fun'." Calista giggled. "Remember 'fun'? After everything we've been through – all the years of melodrama and angst – don't we deserve some fun?"

"Haven't we been having fun together for the past five weeks?"

Calista smiled. "Yeah ... it's been great. But seriously, you're wearing me out, babe. I could really use some help keeping Big Kola satisfied."

Calista glanced back at Funmi. "I don't know if you've heard the rumors, but this boy is used to getting more ass than an airport toilet seat."

"Calista..." I began with a mild warning.



Bound to Boobs: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/bound-to-boobs/42486

Kenny Rodgers robs a bank. As he is making a getaway, the cops starting chasing him. He is able to almost lose them when he hits a bump and a wheel comes off the truck.

He crashes and of course is busted by the cops. As he is being lead away, he looks at the tire and starts singing "you picked a fine time to leave me loose wheel!"


*. * . *

A Cute Little Love Story Little Bruce and Jenny are only 10 years old, but they know they are in love. One day they decide that they want to get married, so Bruce goes to Jenny's father to ask him for her hand.

Bruce bravely walks up to him and says, "Mr. Smith, me and Jenny are in love and I want to ask you for her hand in marriage."

Thinking that this was just the cutest thing, Mr. Smith replies, "Well Bruce, you are only 10. Where will you two live?" Without even taking a moment to think about it, Bruce replies, "In Jenny's room. It's bigger than mine and we can both fit their nicely."

Mr. Smith says with a huge grin, "Okay, then how will you live? You're not old enough to get a job. You'll need to support Jenny."

Again, Bruce instantly replies, "Our allowance, Jenny makes five bucks a week and I make 10 bucks a week. That's about 60 bucks a month, so that should do us just fine." Mr. Smith is impressed Bruce has put so much thought into this. "Well Bruce, it seems like you have everything figured out.

"I just have one more question. What will you do if the two of you should have little children of your own?" Bruce just shrugs his shoulders and says, "Well, we've been lucky so far."

(Mr. Smith no longer thinks the little shit is adorable.)


Moments of Humor: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/moments-of-humor/44524