But hold- seriously, I was taken aback. And of course I instantly developed some respect and admiration for them. And even though I had just done them a favor, ‘thank you so much’ kept falling outta my mouth while I spoke with them. I called Bukky first.
Bimbo was all chatty. She took time to ask, ask and ask alotta questions.’ Starting from how did your day go?’. She heard a song playing in the back and even asked about it.
I knew Bimbo was going to turn a friend, bcos we had starting gisting sef, becoming less formal. The call to Bukky was more or less formal. But Bimbo and I talked for close to 8minutes.
What I didn’t know was that there had been an attraction that night.
Fixing them a crash meal: spreading butter on slices of bread, making tea, mixing warm water for bath etc in such a manner might naturally create a soft-spot in a woman’s heart. But more than that this particular night, it pulled an attraction.
Care for a woman, a heart melts.
This is what I had observed that night. They were fairly decent in dressing. None wore big earrings nor pierced extra holes on the ear. None wore anything exposing cleavages nor thighs. Nor butt crack, nor cameltoe. Well, I’m sure you know those sorts ladies seeking attention wear.
Bukky wore jeans and blouse, carried her real hair bond in a pony tail at the back.
Bimbo wore a skirt and blouse. She made hair. And had this mild fragrance emanating from her.
It wasn’t pungent, a rather cool fragrance.
Both of them, B-Squared, as I have come to call them were about same complexion. Smooth skin.
The skin tells a lot.
Oh yes! These ones said they were well taken care of.
Bimbo’s skin had a luxurious luster to it. Coupled with her scent that kept caressing my nose, my brain had simply registered her first before Bukky. There was something about this girl…
And when I la!d down that night to sleep, Bimbo’s fragrance was on my bed. kept caressing my nose in the dark. I couldn’t sleep.
The mild fragrance was seeping through the bedsheet where she had la!d. It felt so real as though she was laying there with me.
Thoughts turned imaginations. Imagination turned fantasies.
The spider had left me a message on my bed.
One only me could read when it was light-out.
One I could only read when I la!d on my bed in the dark.
The message was “Bimbo wuz ere”. That’s how it seemed.
I was restless, rolling on the bed. Involuntarily, a s*x appeal had slipped into my mind quietly like a sneeking thief!
I thought of the call, her voice, the mannerisms, her free spirit etc.
No need entertaining such thoughts jare. My girlfriend’s friend was a no go area. How will my Angel feel. The one I love so much.
I jolted out of my dreams! I had been sleeping!! Bimbo’s smell on my bed had la!d me in sleep as I awoke with an erect rod. Myrod was standing!
She had long gone but left her signature.
The first leg on the web.
Next day, Sade told me they were all coming over to my place on saturday. In fact, they will be spending the whole day at my place.
Damn! How would I manage this.
Throughout the next day until saturday, anxiety was all I felt.
Fast and furious the days went by and it was saturday morning already.
I thought of what they could eat but sounded kinda awkward that I’d actually start cooking. Wtf?
Well, if they came and wanted food, Sade know her way around.
Sade called around 10am that they were about coming.
I just lazied around but around 11:30 same morning, I decided to just buy stuff like bread, what to eat it with, cans of drinks etc.
As I came out of the supermarket, I saw three ladies. Sade was one. Bukky was another. And Bimbo was the other.
We said the ‘Hi’s and ‘Hello’s, home was few about a minute walk.
Rumi was with her friend Bebe. What Sade doesn’t know is that Rumi is attracted to her kind only. It was one reason I hesitated at the idea of Bukky and Bimbo staying over at her’s.
They both greeted.
In the room, Sade gave me a hug. Either to properly greet as lovers or to make a clear statement and declare the certificate of ownership, I wouldn’t know. But something about it seemed off. I wasn’t necessary, I thought.
We said all the ‘thank you’s again and we all gradually began relaxing in out company. Still, Bukky seemed the distant one. Talked less than the other two.
Sade emptied out the bag of stuff I had bought.
Three loaves, cans of coke, smirnoff ice, bake beans and a bottle of wine. At the sight Bimbo asked a rhetorical question
“So you drink?”
No answer. Sade laughed a bit. We all chatted, Sade sounded very intelligent. She conversed well.
I asked what fragrance she wore
“Marc Jacobs. Lola” she responded coolly.
“Smells nice” I said.
Actually more than nice. I’d get another piece from Marc Jacobs for Sade, not Lola again.
Sade was busy preparing the eggs, sardine etc.
In the meanwhile, we drank coke and talked.
She then asked me to play the song she had heard in the background. She said she liked it.
I just played the entire CD wanting to see if she really knew the one. It was a dancehall collection, sean paul and co. Surprising, at track 5 asked if it was it. Actually it was. She had liked it truly.
What had surprised me is that the song is dancehall, but a bit more hardcore.
Symbol. Shabba ranks.
Lol, ok so it became a bit like a mini party in my room. Jay too had come around. I had to go buy more drinks. Sade, Bukky and Bimbo wanted more Smirnoff ice and juice. They won’t drink the wine. Jay didn’t pity the bottle at all.
We ate, drank and danced. Bimbo seemed a good dancer. But she it looked she was dancing with caution. I saw beyond it. Bimbo had elements of what freaks me privately.
At three Jay and I left them. Two hours later we returned. Sade had already been calling to know where we went. We were watching EPL.
“We were beginning to bore you shey?” Bimbo asked. I laughed and dismissed it. I would have them around all day all year round.
“Then we’ll be around again. For now, we should be leaving” Bukky said
“Lies” I said, refusing to look at Sade.
“I go through to Ikotun sometimes. But through Iyana-Ipaja.” Bimbo chipped in.
Sade didn’t anyway stop nor divert the talks, but was seething where she was.
Jay is a simple fella. He didn’t attempt to hit on any of them. All the while, Rumi came in once and was brief. Leaving almost immediately.
The visit eventually came to an end.
I spoke with Sade when she got home. At around 11:30pm Bimbo called. I knew it. Most times you connect with someone, you just know it. I could read Bimbo had me in her thoughts. But none of us made it any obvious. At least, not yet. We talked a bit. According to her, she had called to thank me for the day. Hmmm…
Then she asked in passing: She’d be going to Ikotun the next weekend, wii I be home? She won’t mind to take that song on her phone.
The second leg on the web.
Ok. Wait a minute guys. Let me explain something at this point.
One of the best ways to know the true place you stand with your girl is not what family she comes from, nor what church she goes to, or what islamic doctrines she adheres to. No. Look closer to her immediate friends. Same as her friends treat you as her true self.
If you are madly in love and your lover’s friends don’t treat you like that, something isn’t right.
Same goes to the ladies. In this case, why is Bimbo coming straight at me, no holds barred.
Does she even considers Sade finding out? or for some reason(s) Sade can’t have a say? Why?
Was it possible Bimbo knows something I don’t?
That makes her less concerned about Sade’s feelings?
I blinked and it was friday night already. I was hanging out with two other buddies when a call came in from no other person, the spider.
This is the second time she has called since last saturday night. She had called on tuesday night.
We had talked for over 15 minutes. Except with an interest, no girl calls you for that long. No, not in Nigeria.
We had talked from watching movies at the cinema, to music to playing board games etc.
I had scrabble at home.
This night we just kept talking, when I noticed she was avoiding to remind me tomorrow, I asked.
She simply had called to know what’s up with tomorrow. So I said
“I hope you’d be in this high spirit when you come tomorrow?”
“Whatever mood I wake up with rules the day”
Indeed, it was always fun talking with her. We chatted some more, and dropped.
Saturday. I was napping when a tap on my door got me up. There she was. Standing there in all her splendor, casually dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a brown top. But this time it was another fragrance emittiing.
“Hi” she smiled with all the charm I could imagine.
“Heyyyy! Come on in” trying to balance excitement of seeing her and not surprised she had come with calling before she arrived.
She sat and reached straight for music. Wow! By now she was acting as confident you’d think we had known forever.
We got talking and laughing loud and oblivious of anything else. We had had couple of smirnoff ice when she suddenly asked
“Do you care anything more than smirnoff”
“How hard can you drink?”
“As hard as you can” she was laughing when I added “Smirnoff Vodka”
“Woow! No, I’d do anything else harsh. I’m coming” with that she stepped out.
We had both finished four cans of drinks. I was connecting the laptop to the deck and wondering maybe she’s got money in her jean, cos she didn’t carry a bag when she arrived.
Just then, she returned.
She unwrapped the bottle to reveal a chilled bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream.
Damn. That sweet slow killer alcoholic cream at a meagre 17% slowly messes up your coherent sense of judgment.
She calls it her best. I drink McDowell’s and Elliot at over 40% alcohol so didn’t feel threatened by a 17%. False.
Gradually we started drinking, gisting, but something was exceptional about Bimbo. She was a good dancer. As our sense of judgment drifted afar, we danced closer. Holding each other to the extent of a lap dance!
We were gradually getting out of touch with our senses, except one. Instead our sense of touch became sensitive.
We had even started talking dirty. Then she went to use the bathroom. When she return, her jeans was not buttoned. She was already high. I was high. But at the sight of her lower abdomen, I swallowed. A hard lump.
My vison was blurring out yet I could see her curves clearer.
We were dancing to a song she liked so much and was making her loose control.
Song title: Symbol
Artist: Shabba Ranks
She held me with one hand as she was dancing and drinking with the other, I reciprocated by holding her at the waist. Myrod was beginning to rise. Feeling her hips through her jean looked like I was only seeing tip of the iceberg. By now, we were talking less. But something was beginning.
The jeans she wore wasn’t tight fitting. So much hadn’t been revealed by sheer sight of her jeans. I didn’t know of the massive pound of flesh hidden underneath the jeans until now.
I was finally initiated into the sexciting world of…
s*x and Alcohol.
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