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It was a passion-filled moment. The action was mutual as the two of us did our best to satisfy the other person. By the time I climaxed, I felt I was in cloud seven. We took a break after the first session. The second one was slower and took a longer time to get to its peak. I wanted no more after that, but she was not yet satisfied. After the third session, I was certain that I could go for no more. I directed her to the eatery where the office assistant used to buy food for us, so she could buy a meal. We took fried rice and fried plantain with beef for lunch. Bisola and I were together till about five p.m before we decided to leave our love nest.

I drove her to their campus at Akoka.

'When do we meet again?' she asked.

Not so soon, I thought.

'I'll let you know,' I said. I gave her some money for the weekend before she alighted at the parking space in the front of her residence hall.

Bisola and I continued to meet at our 'love nest' every Saturday for the next weeks. But there was something I found myself doing any time I met
with her. On my way home, I would buy something for Kike. The first time I did, she was reluctant to accept the items. I had bought some ankara and Guinea materials for her.

'Mummy will be suspicious,' she said.

'How?'

‘She will wonder where I'm getting money to buy fine clothes.'

'Tell her I bought them for you,' I said.

Over the time, I bought t-shirts, jeans skirts, shoes, undies, bar soaps and perfumes, and so on, for her. She was right: mum became suspicious.

One evening, mum came to meet me in my bedroom.

'Kike said you're the one buying clothes and accessories for her,' she started. 'Is that true?'

'Yes, mummy.'

She stared at me curiously. 'Are you having an affair with her?'

I chuckled. 'No mum.'

Her face showed that she didn't believe me.

'Well, actually, I used to, but I've stopped. She brought religion matter to it, so I stopped.'

'What religion matter?'

'Something like it's not good to engage in sex outside marriage.'

She didn't seem surprised by my confession. In fact, it was as if she knew that something was going on between Kike and me.

'She's a good girl, but please she still wants to go to school,' mum went on. 'See her more like a sister.'

I nodded. I was at least happy that mum did not react badly to the relationship between Kike and me. By April, Kike took the UTME and did very well. She would still have to wait for about another couple of months before she would write her post-UTME.

By June the elected senators were inaugurated. Senator Osho started his second term in the senate in grand style. It was also time for him to compensate those of us that assiduously worked for his re-election. Ms. Davies retained her position as Chief of Staff. Others got this position or that. As for yours sincerely, I became the (wait for it) Head of Media. I was to monitor media news and events and report to him accordingly. It also meant I would be shuffling with him between Lagos and Abuja.

By September, the post-UTME results that Kike did came out. Kike was not offered her first choice course which was law. She was however given admission for her second choice which was English language at the University of Ibadan. I was very happy for her. Her sponsorship would not create any problem as my parents had agreed to take full responsibilities. I also promised Kike to play my own role.

In Abuja, I had started my work in earnest. I promised to do my very best. Getting accommodation at the legislative quarters in Apo was tough, so Ms. Davies had an alternative arrangement.


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Now, I believed indeed I needed an apartment of my own. Bringing ladies to my parents' house must stop. It was not just because of Kike. I believed I had reached that maturity and stage of life.

'Do you know the office at Yaba?' I asked her.

'Yes.'

I grinned to myself. 'I have a room at the BQ of the house. Let's meet there.'

'Okay.'

I grinned as I dressed up. My t-shirt and trouserd were new. I had no doubt I looked good. Being a Saturday, it was a smooth ride to Yaba. Within thirty minutes, I was driving to the parking space of the office building. Since the elections were over, there had been serious lull in the activities at the office both on weekdays and weekends.

This Saturday, apart from the security man at the gate, the place looked deserted. I went to the room I stayed in during off-office hours. There was a big bed, a table and a chair, and those were the things the room could boast.

Even the wardroom yawned in emptiness. I sat on the chair, close to the desk to await my guest. Fifteen minutes later, I heard footsteps. A peep through the window showed that Bisola was the one coming.
She breezed in, looking chic.

'Hello, darling,' I greeted.

'Hi. How d'you do?'

She dropped her handbag on the table and came to sit astride my legs, her two hands on my shoulders. I trusted that she would not waste time on a matter like this.

I put my hands around her waist.

'I'm glad to be with you,' she said.

'Me too.'

She held my head to her bosom. I sniffed at her top, especially at the boobs areas.

'I like your perfume,' I told her.

She nodded and closed her eyes. She was in no mood for talks. I pulled her t-shirt over her head and removed it. Her boobs were encased in a red bra that was very sexy.

My mouth went to the cups of the boobs, went to the points where the nipples were and nibbled at them. She put her hands across my neck. I continued the nibble-like action until I decided to take a step further.
I unhooked the strap of the bra and removed it from covering her bust. I stared at the now naked nipples. They looked taunt. I resumed the near-nibble action and she held me tighter.

I did that for some minutes and decided to take another step again. I made her to stand up so that I could unzip my jeans and pull the trousers down. She completely removed her leg that crossed my own so that she would easily unzip her skirt and bring it down too.

Her pant was a white one with red flower patterns. It was as sexy as the bra, and the two matched. She pulled it off and sat astride me again. My organ was fully erect and ready for action. I brought her to my laps, ensuring that my organ penetrated the right natural canal. I held her tightly across the waist while she held me too across the neck.

It was a passion-filled moment. The action was mutual as the two of us did our best to satisfy the other person. By the time I climaxed, I felt I was in cloud seven.

We took a break after the first session. The second one was slower and took a longer time to come.

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What do you think of the woman? If your woman does this to you, what will you do?

Yes, this is a lesson that it is better NOT to hold on to grudges.

I was surprised when she shook her head.
'Are you scared I will hurt you?' I asked further.

Again, she shook her head.

'You're afraid you will get pregnant?'

She shook her head. I became exasperated. 'So, what is it?'

She sat up on the bed. 'i think we should stop doing it.'

'What?!' My surprise could not be masked. 'Why d'you think we should stop?'

She clouded her face a bit. 'You should know. Good christians should not be having sex before marriage.'

I stared at her and burst into laughter. I would have laughed more, but I quickly remember mum's room was not far from mine and she might come around to know who I was chatting with and what the matter was.

I stared at Kike again. 'Are you joking or what?' I demanded.

'I'm serious,' she said. 'I was carried away those times we did it. But, I think we have to stop now.'

'Really?' It was an effort for me to bottle my anger. This girl or young lady, or whatever, was very funny. She was talking about not having sex before marriage, did I tell her I wanted to marry her? Had I said anything like marriage to her? Why was she lumping things up? However, rather that showing anger, I was calm.

'Alright, if that's what you want, no problem. You can take your gifts and go back to your room.'

She looked sad. 'Sweetheart, don't be angry,' she said soothingly.

'I'm not angry,' I retorted.

'But you are,' she pointed out. 'Your tone shows that you're angry.'

I forced a smile. 'Alright, can you now see that I'm not angry? Good night.' .

She got up from the bed. 'If this is the way you will treat me, I won't take the gifts.'

'What?' This young lady would not stop amazing me.

'Are you now rejecting all these.'

'Yes, if you're not happy.'

'Oh my God, did I say I was not happy with you?'

'But you're showing it. You're showing that you're angry.'

I sighed. This was the first time a lady would be rejecting gift from me. I couldn't believe the very person that was doing that was Kike. I should have been mad with her, but I remained cool.

'Alright,' I said. 'I'm not angry with you. It's just that your decision came as a shock, but it's okay. Come and take your gifts.'

She hesitated. I took the shopping bag and handed it to her.

'Come on, Kike. It's for you. Take it.'

She nodded. 'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.'

'Good night.'

'Yeah, good night.'

She went away. I could not but think about her confidence and assertiveness.



By the following day, I decided not to bother Kike about sex again. Since she had said she no longer wanted it, I would let the matter be. However, I continued to have admiration for her and would continue to be nice to her. That weekend, Bisola called.
'You've forgotten about me or what? Why didn't you ever bother to call?'

'Oh, I'm sorry. How are you Bisola?'

'Fine. Campus is boring. How's the weekend going to be?'

I thought fast. Now that Kike had come with her abstinence theory, I would have to look for alternative way of venting my passion. But certainly, not in my house.


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