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She sat opposite me. “You’re welcome. What can I offer you?”

I waved the offer off. “The entertainment can come later. Let me just relax first.”

“Okay o.”

The large television screen was on and was beaming a fashion talk show.

“Where’s your daughter?” I asked, gazing at her.

“Oh, Ella? She stays with grandma for now. She stays and schools in Ilupeju.”

I nodded. “You mean only you stay in this house?”

She chuckled. “Well, for now, yes.” Then, she eyed me. “That’s why I need a company.”

I grinned. The light was greener than I thought.

She stood up. “Give me one minute. I was doing some cooking in the kitchen.”

“Okay.”

She left the sitting-room. From the not-far-away kitchen, I could perceive the aroma of something being fried. It smelt more like chicken. I was right.

A couple of minutes later, she was back with a plate containing hot fried chicken. She put it on a stool by my side and picked a big lap for herself.

“Help yourself,” she said, gesturing towards the plate.

I nodded and picked a beefy lap. The taste was good.

“So, tell me: did you miss me?” she asked.

“You are the one that left me for another lover.”

She nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry. It was one action I shouldn’t have taken.”

I sighed but said nothing.

“So, tell me the truth. Did you miss me?”

I took another bite from the chicken lap. She already knew what my answer would be but she wanted me to voice it. I grinned.

“You know my answer, don’t you? Yes, I miss you. It took me time to get over your decision to call it quit.”

She looked as if trying to sympathize. “Well, not to worry. I’m back, now.”

I raised my brow. “Really? What about your husband?”

Bimpe snickered. “Forget about him. I’m done with him.”

“Hmn. And what about my wife?”

She looked as if she was surprised by my question. “What about her?”

“You just want me to cheat on her just like that?”

Again, she looked surprised. “Who’s talking about cheating on her?”

I chuckled. “Listen, Bimpe. Any affair I have with you is cheating on my wife.”

She burst into laughter. Did that really sound funny?

“Stop acting, Akin. When did you become a pastor?”

“What if I say no to all this?”

Again, she snickered. “I know you can’t say no. You can’t say no to me.”

I wished she was wrong; that I could indeed say no. I could not. I munched more from the chicken I was holding and closed my eyes.

“There you are. We’re on the same page, so no more acting.”

I didn’t say a word. She stood up and went to lock the sitting-room door. She then came to stand right in front of me.


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Rose stared at her. “Why is it not possible? You can go if you want to.”

Gloria stared back. “Really? Are you sure about that?”

Rose smiled. “Why would I not be sure? I invited you to his house, didn’t I? I also invited you to have fun with him. Come on, if you want to go and see him, do so, but there is one condition.”

Again, Gloria stared at her friend. “What condition?”

“Whatever he gives you, we will split it fifty-fifty.”
Gloria smiled. “Is that the only condition?”

Rose nodded emphatically. “Yes.”

There was silence for some seconds. “Alright, I accept the condition.”

“Good.” Rose went to bolt the door of the room.

“We will have to swear to each other,” Rose said.

“What?”

Rose went to her bag in one of the wardrobes. She brought a small, wrapped polythene nylon out. From inside it, she brought a fetish looking object.

“What? What is this?” Gloria asked, quite fearfully.

“Relax. We will only use it to swear never to betray each other.”

“It’s not harmfully, well, except you betray me.”
Gloria continued to stare at the object.

Rose smiled. “Come on, Gloria. We’ve been friends for some time, now. We should always stick together. This thing will only bind us together more. Are you ready for it?”

Gloria suddenly shrugged. “Well, if it’s only for binding sake, I have no problem with that. I have no intention of betraying you. Let’s go ahead.”

Rose smiled and parted her. “Good. Let’s not waste any time further.” She went ahead to administer the oath.

“Now, we’re together, Gloria. We’re bound together.”

They hugged each other.

I accompanied her out of the office to the staircase before waving her off. Back in my office, my mind went over the conversations I had with her.

I knew her coming to see me and her invitation were not ordinary. Bimpe, from all intents, was trying to warm her way back to my life. But maybe I was jumping to conclusion. Maybe all she wanted was friendship.

At the close of work, I drove towards Maryland, got to Anthony, slowed the car down and parked at Anthony Bus Stop.

“I’m seeing a friend around here,” I told Favour.

“Sorry, you have to make the rest of your trip by commercial bus.”

There was a slight frown on her face but she said nothing as she got down from the car. I drove to the right. This was Anthony village. I once had a friend who lived at Adebayo Mokuolu Street, so I knew where Olorunlogbon Street was.

It didn’t take me time to find Bimpe’s house address. A mallam was selling petty provisions in a kiosk close to the gate of the residence. I parked my car and got down from it.

“Good evening,” I greeted the mallam. “I’m here to see Miss Bimpe.”

The man briefly looked at me. “Who be you?”

“The name is Akin.”

He grinned. “Yes, she don tell me about you. Go inside. Her flat dey on top by right.”

I thanked him and moved inside the compound. The staircase was by the side of the building. I climbed it to the upstairs and turned to the right.

I knocked on the door of the flat and waited for some seconds, but there was no response.
I knocked again. Could it be that she had not come back from work?

Just as I was about to call her number on my phone, the door to the left opened and her face peeped out.

“It’s this place,” she said.

I grinned. “The guy told me the door to the right.”

“No, it’s to your left. How’re you?”

“Fine.”

I followed her inside her apartment. She was wearing only a bum short and spaghetti top. You didn’t need to look much to realize that her full boobs were braless. Inside her apartment, her well-arranged sitting-room looked and smelt nice.

The place was just repainted and was nicely decorated. The furniture were new and the flowers were well arranged. I wasn’t surprised. Bimpe always had a sense of aesthetics.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” she said, smiling.

I smiled too. “It’s a nice place.”

“Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable.”

I sat comfortably on one of the seats. She sat opposite me. “You’re welcome. What can I offer you?”

I waved the offer off. “The entertainment can come later. Let me just relax first.”

“Okay o.”

The large television screen was on and was beaming a fashion talk show.

“Where’s your daughter?” I asked, gazing at her.

“Oh, Ella? She stays with grandma for now. She stays and schools in Ilupeju.”

I nodded. “You mean only you stay in this house?”

She chuckled. “Well, for now, yes.” Then, she eyed me. “That’s why I need a company.”

I grinned. The light was greener than I thought.


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The action caused her cunt to be hard against her friend’s own. The two pussies could feel the vibrations. Both ladies were totally carried off by pleasure as orgasm after orgasm flowed from them both.

Rose withdrew the vibrator. It was the end of another blissful session.

* * *

It was Saturday late afternoon that Rose and her friend returned to the campus. They really had a great time with Lucky at Ikeja. Before they left, he exchanged telephone numbers with Gloria.

“I hope you know that she can’t just come here on her own without my saying so,” Rose interjected. Gloria and Lucky smiled briefly.

“Yes, your ladyship,” he said.

He compensated them generously before he left. They returned to school feeling fulfilled.

“How will you rate him?” Rose asked.

“Oh, he’s a super dude alright.”

The following day, Lucky called Gloria.

“So, how are you, baby?” he asked.

She smiled to the phone. “I’m all right.”

“Thanks for coming the other day. Your coming really delighted me.”

“It’s good to hear that.”

“See, Gloria, I’m really angling to see you again. Can you come around tomorrow after lectures?”

She shook her head. “But you know that will not be possible. You’re the boyfriend to Rose, my friend.”

“And I’m like your boyfriend too,” he defended.

“My dear Gloria, between you and Rose, I’ll pick you hundred times over her.”

Gloria chuckled. Men were indeed beasts. “The only way I will accept that is if you tell her and she agrees that I should come.”

“Oh, come on, Gloria. You’re not a kid. I don’t want to tell her that. You know what? You just come around. You don’t even need to let her know.”

“I’ll see what I can do, Lucky.”

“Yes, do something. I’ll double whatever I’ve given her when you come around.”

Gloria was silent. Should she take the offer? She knew Rose did not have any emotional attachment to any man.

That was why she asked her, Gloria, to accompany her to Lucky’s house. it was also why Rose invited her in having fun with Lucky. Surely, Rose would not be averse to her going ahead to meet Lucky. Some minutes later, when Gloria and Rose were together in the dormitory room, Gloria broached on the topic.

“Can you believe that Lucky called me,” Gloria started.

“He did?”

“Yes. He invited me to come and visit him tomorrow after lectures.”

Rose sighed. “And what did you tell him?”

It was Gloria’s turn to sigh. “I told him it would not be possible.”

Rose stared at her. “Why is it not possible? You can go if you want to.”

Gloria stared back. “Really? Are you sure about that?”

Rose smiled. “Why would I not be sure? I invited you to his house, didn’t I? I also invited you to have fun with him. Come on, if you want to go and see him, do so, but there is one condition.”

Again, Gloria stared at her friend. “What condition?”

The friendship and chumminess apart, I knew taking her to the altar was more of a dream. That was years ago. This recollection brought a smile to my face.

“Now, what can I get this august visitor that I have?”

She smiled briefly. “Go ahead and offer me whatever you have.”

I grinned, nodded and summoned Favour.

“Get me the red wine in the refrigerator.”

In a matter of minute, Favour brought the bottle of wine and two glasses. She knew I would not serve my guest without serving myself. I filled the two glasses and we raised them up.

“To the wonderful reunion with a wonderful lady,” I said. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

We sipped our drinks.

“So, how’s your family - your husband and your children?” I asked as a way of setting the conversation rolling.

“My girl is okay. She’s seven years old now.”

I nodded. She was obviously trying to skip commenting about her husband.

“And your hubby? How is Lanre?”

“I wish we don’t discuss about him,” she replied with acrimony. “All I can say is that we’ve parted ways for good. He’s such a cheat and I can’t stand him.”

I sighed. I had expected her to say something like this, but not with such vitriol.

“Tell me about yourself,” she went on. “I understand you’re married too.”

Of course, I was married. Did she expect me to remain single all these years, and wallow in self-pity that she had abandoned me?

“Yes, I’m married. I have a two years old girl already.”

She nodded. I knew for sure that the friend that gave her my number must have told her this. We chatted about old times. Favour came in to ask if my guest would like to eat, but she said she was okay.

“So, what do you do now?” I asked.

She smiled. “I work for Global Network, an international N.G.O. I just got transferred to Lagos, and here I am.”

I grinned and nodded.

“I can see that your wife is taking good care of you,” she said.

“Really? If that’s the case, we thank God o. As for you, I can see that you’re taking care of yourself.”

“Well, as you said, we thank God.”

“Where are you staying now?”

She smiled as if she expected me to have asked that question since the beginning of the conversation.

“I presently occupy one of the flats in my father’s house at Anthony Village.”

“Anthony? Where in Anthony?”

“Olorunlogbon Street.” She gave me the full address. “By five p.m., I’ll be in the house. Will you check on me?”

I nodded. “Sure. I’ll make it today or tomorrow.”

She smiled and I could see something coquettish about it. “Try to make it today.”

I smiled too. “Alright.”

She drank the remaining wine in her glass cup and stood up. “I’ve got to go now. It’s good to see you again, Akin dear. I’ll be expecting you this evening.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too, the only Lady B in the entire universe.”

I accompanied her out of the office to the staircase before waving her off.

Back in my office, my mind went over the conversations I had with her. I knew her coming to see me and her invitation were not ordinary. Bimpe, from all intents, was trying to warm her way back to my life.

But maybe I was jumping to conclusion. Maybe all she wanted was friendship.

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“I have a girl and she’s fine. As for husband, he’s is the one who can answer that.”

I sighed. That meant she had some marital challenges. “So, where’re you calling from?”

“I was in Abuja before, but I’m back in Lagos now.”

“I see.”

“Yeah. I understand you’re working for yourself now. Where’s your office?”

I grinned and told her the address.

“I’ll see you by tomorrow,” she said.

I could imagine that she smiled as she said this. I smiled too.

“Alright, Bimpe. See you.”

She disconnected the line. I saved her number as Lady B, the pet name I used to call her years ago. My mind went over to our relationship. She was a sweet girl. I wasn’t spending on her.

Rather, she was the one giving me. The coming of – now, what’s the guy name again? – yes, Lanre. The coming of Lanre into her life put paid to our sweet romance. It was painful for me to say good bye, but I had no choice.

I was still thinking of her when Favour entered the office. She brought some printed documents to me.

“Well done. That’s why I like you.”

She smiled at my compliment. I playfully smacked her bum, but didn’t go beyond that.

* * *
The following day, Bimpe came to my office as she had promised. It was well past two o’clock when Favour came to inform me that she had come. I asked her to usher Bimpe into my office immediately.

“There you are,” I said as a way of greeting. “Dear Lady B. It was such a long time we saw each other last."

She beamed a smile. “Good to see you again, Akin.”

We briefly had an embrace.

“I’m happy to see you again,” she reiterated.
I motioned her to a settee. “You are welcome. Please, have a seat and feel relaxed.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes looked around the office and nodded appreciatively.

“A nice office you have here,” she complimented.

“Thank you, dear.”

I sat down too, opposite her. It gave me the chance to look at her squarely. Bimpe had not changed much. She had gained some weight, no doubt, but the features of her face remained the same.

Ten years ago, when we were still in the university, some of my friends had teased me that Bimpe would be a good wife and that I should not waste time to propose to her and in planning a lasting union. Of course, I had regarded it as a big joke.

The friendship and chumminess apart, I knew taking her to the altar was more of a dream. That was years ago. This recollection brought a smile to my face.

“Now, what can I get this august visitor that I have?”

She smiled briefly. “Go ahead and offer me whatever you have.”

I grinned, nodded and summoned Favour.

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