Love called on
Azuaka Jnr slammed the door on the truck as he hopped in. He looked at Opula and her dimples disappearing into saddened face. She knotted her thick laps at the knees, as though she was hiding a sacred cow in between them. If it was really a sacred cow he really wanted it last night; he really wanted her virginity. Ever since he graduated before her and knew she was a virgin, he had hatched feelings for her. Right into the night, after turning down his luxurious proposal, Opula heard a scream in the sitting room and dashed out only to see a mess; Azuaka Jnr had stripped, his big venous penis dangling between his legs believing to seduce her. The stunt he pulled did not work out. Opula hastily ran back to her room and then he hounded her all through the night. She didn’t give in to his seduction. She had kept her sacred cow for Nku and she knew Azuaka wouldn’t understand the bond that held them together.
Then at dawn she pepped up herself in the shower, had a minute stare at Nku’s picture, the one both of them took at Polo park, Enugu, after he turned down her lustful wish of deflowering her. Right behind the locked door of toilet, it was her third time of hearing Nku say it as usual, referring to her virginity as Jericho wall, “Your Jericho wall,” he said, staring into her sweating face. “Keep your Jericho wall for me until marriage.” That was the last time they saw before Nku left for Lagos, leaving her secured and sex starved. Within herself she did not only promise to keep her Jericho wall for Nku, but also to renovate, paint and hide it from playboys like Azuaka Jnr.
Azuaka Jnr tried to touch her Mary kayed face but she pulled away. “I am sorry about last night,” he said. “I was only sex starved Just as you are.”
“Drive!” she shrieked in anger, shaking her long hair as though it would convey it better.
He smacked his dark tiny lips and stole a glance. “Heh, since campus days, girl… I don’t need to tell you that pussy between your legs has no preservative. Why are you keeping it like money in your bank account?”
“I don’t give a damn about your lovelorn, Azuaka. I am not a bitch.if you want to fuck all the bitches that is your fucking problem. Just drive! Are you touring me round Lagos or not?” she asked as her head shook with every word.
“I don’t know how long it’s going to take you to be the mother of my unborn kids,” he said and got a warning stare from her. “Ok, fine,” he said and the engine of the truck turned on and purred slowly into the distance.
They had a quiet drive through the buzzing roads of Lagos, speedily across the crowded Third Mainland Bridge, down to Victoria Island. Then the truck halted at a grey painted duplex.
“This used to be my family home,” Azuaka Jnr said, breaking the silence.
Opula looked at him with disfavor. “Why used to?” she asked.
Azuaka caught sight of a huge white man standing at the balcony with huge smiles. “That is him,” he said, pointing to his direction and Opula sighted him. “Immediately after the funeral of my dad, mum decided to sell the house to him. He is a Belgian expatriate. Look at him with the smiles of a buyer who acquired a cheap house.”
“How much?”Opula asked, hopefully staring at the white man who had the same crystal yellow mango skin as Nku. She could not wait to have Nku, to give him the right axe and hammer that would bulldoze that Jericho wall of hers.
“Ten million dollars,” he answered.
She cut in, “Ten million dollars for this big house?”
He shook his head. “Yes. She said money was not the nub but her life yet she quietly lived like a mouse at the media home and kept up with her ambulance chasing. This same law!” Azuaka Jnr. slammed the steering with rage.
“Come on, law didn’t kill her.”
“Of course it took away the two people I ever loved.”
“Is that why you’re not practicing?” she asked and Azuaka Jnr. reserved his comment with a sigh.
Azuaka Jnr alighted and she did likewise, welcoming the fresh air that dabbed her air-conditioned skin with nature. He walked to a flower pod around the gate. He thought anything he would tell her around the flower would make her change her mind and accept his marriage proposal.
“Right here on this flower my father fell as the bullets cracked into his chest. Eye witnesses said the assassins pulled over in their Mercedes Benz as my father drove out in his Jaguar. They said he shouldn’t have alighted but as he just did, the uncountable bullets cracked into his chest and he dropped on this flower. And right now as I pluck this flower,” he plucked a flower, “I want you to be the mother of my unborn kids.”
“Oh stop this, Azuaka Mba,” She angrily mentioned his surname and started walking to the truck. “You know if I had wanted to give you my virginity I would have offered it to you for a breakfast without cutlery,” she said. “I want to fuck the right guy, the right dick for my pussy and it’s Nku. We are still in love and he is the reason I am in Lagos.”
Azuaka followed her quickly. “See you can even offer it to me without plate and cup of water. I can eat it in my hands, please.”
Opula hopped into the truck and slammed the door. Azuaka lousily turned on the engine. “Take me out of here. Take me to Festac,” she mumbled.
“Why?”
“I want to meet a house agent. He called me this morning and said there was a house at Festac.
“What happened to the media home? Aren’t you comfortable there?”
“I want to rent a house for us.”
“Us? You mean you and I?”
“No, Nku and I. He is still squatting with a friend at Lekki, so we need our home. He is coming around tomorrow. I can’t wait to unite with the lover of my youth.”
“What does your Nku do?”
“He is a hustler. I hope you know I’m not answerable to you, but I will just manage to reply you this time.” she said ragingly by shaking her head, with wobbly eyeballs that seriously warned him.
“Hope he is not among those street boys that are adrifted in Lagos. You had better be careful. Lagos boys can wash your pussy with their tongue just for money.”
“Drive!” she railed at him.
“Ok, fine,” Azuaka Jnr. said and wished he could quench the erotic burning desire in him. The air-conditioner in his truck approached him with warmth treatment that he suddenly realized balls of sweat on the bridge of his nose. He really wanted to ease off the pains of being starved of sex by smoking a fresh cigar in the car but he reserved his smoke bud, hoping to burn away the night at the balcony of the media home, hopefully having a random girl in his bed tonight. Opula looked away to the lavishly built houses at Victoria Island as they drove quietly to Festac.
Late hour, Azuaka was driving home with this chubby, light in complexion, blonde sitting next to him. He stole a glance at her inner thighs and her big bust that pressed unto her transparent bra, and he swallowed hard. It would be his first time to patronize an escort and Opula was responsible for it. Regardless he looked forward to an exciting night.
As usual he was in the balcony smoking heavily, and pondering over sleeping tonight with a total stranger, when the light in the bedroom turned on and his attention was drawn to the escort who stood naked heavily charming in her netted G-string that cut into her vagina lips and whole naked body dripping of water. Slowly like a cat, Azuaka appeared at her side, held her throat and kissed her angrily, spanking her big loosed buttocks repeatedly, and tracing his finger to her wet juicy vagina. Suddenly he had drifted to her thick vagina, smelled it and it smelled of hibiscus flower. With his teeth, he pulled her G-string down to her ankles, pulled her thick thighs apart and started sucking into her vagina like a dog drinking water. The escort’s leg vibrated under his hold as she screamed her moan like a cry baby; in Azuaka’s thought he was sucking Opula and not the escort…
Love called on.