Sex so demanding and rare
Just then she overheard the rustling engine of a car with two hooted horn. She dashed to the door, dragging smiles that gave way for brown teeth. Like a rat being chased by a cat, Nku walked in, looking all flashy; he would not want to keep Sen. Madu waiting at home. Opula was kept back by his luxurious looks. Her eyes stared like an albino’s, assessing Nku, from his Marc Jacob sunglasses to his Armani Jeans Tracksuit, down to his Burberry Chrono Watch and Gucci Bee Sneakers.
Nku pranced forward with arms wide opened, “Come on baby. Aren’t you going to hug me?”he said, hugging Opula forcibly.
Opula was dumbfounded as she rested her right cheek on his chest and felt how muscular he had become on that region. The rosy fragrance of Givenchy Gentleman Only Nku sprayed really nursed her and she felt like staying glued to his chest forever. “Oh baby N, you look good. Did you fall from the moon?” she said and greedily kissed him, smacking her lips to suck on his apple-sap.
The feelings were murdered, the ones he used to have for her; that flammable ecstasy and passion, the one that almost left him burnt in Enugu for her sake. As she hugged and smooched him, he felt the claws of a lioness tearing up his spines. Sen. Madu had engulfed the better part of him. Nothing about her soft touch tickled him anymore. Unlike that of Sen. Madu that always replaced his blood with sweetened tea.
“Come in, baby N”. Opula dragged him by the hand and they stood in the room.
“Nice place for a young lawyer. You must be doing well for yourself, eh,” he said and felt reluctant to sit.
Opula felt the calmness in his voice, as well as the confidence and pride in his eyes that confounded her. The Nku she used to know would have been jumping around like a hare, smooching and devouring her, carrying her in his arms and placing her on the dining table for a comfortable continuity of their toilet-bush romance. “I prepared your favorite, baby N,” she said, placing those chubby hands on his chest.
“What?” Nku asked, looking at the dining with covered dishes.
Opula grinned. It infuriated her that Nku had forgotten his favorite bitter leaf soup that almost took away her life in Enugu; she would never forget how a motorcyclist ran into her while on her way to give him bitter leaf soup. “Bitter leaf of course,” she responded. Her eyes held fire.
“Oh, where’s it?” Nku asked with a facile look.
“Come on. It is at the dining,” she said, still dragging him to the dining.
They ate lunch quietly. Nku rushed his meal, always gazing at his watch.
Opula admired his luxuriant skin. He was far way healthier than before. “So, baby N, what do you do for a living?” she asked.
“Oh that? I cook for a restaurant,” he lied.
“Wow! Really? And your friend, the one you squat with?”
“He is a big boy. His parents reside in London. He is the only one in Lagos. Infact, he is responsible for these looks of mine.” he said, touching his body.
“I thought as much. He must be a good fellow.”
“Oh don’t mind that spendthrift.”
“What is his name”? Opula asked, staring into his eyes.
“Oh that guy!” he quickly coined a name “Jack. Yes, Jack.”
“Oh, Jack as in Jackson?”
“Yes,” replied Nku, masticating his lump of meat noisily and washing his hands in the bowl.
His phone buzzed and Sen. Madu’s name and picture appeared on it. He looked at it and stood up hastily.
“Where to, baby N?’ Opula asked with a surprised stare.
“I got to go. My cab is waiting outside,” he said, walking to the door.
“I thought you would pass the night,” she said and devoured him with her stares. “I can take care of you now. You can tell the cab to go. But you said you were coming to stay.” Her face glowered like a kid about to be flogged.
“Yes baby, but I’m needed at the restaurant. I got to go.”
Opula stood, gaping as Nku walked to her and stamped a peck. It was as quick as ever. She thought she would spend the cold night under Nku’s feel-it skin. She felt briefly jilted as Nku started walking away. But she had never given up. “Baby N!” she called. What about this?” She untied her wrapper and Nku saw everything intact as he kept swallowing saliva; her well shaven thick vagina below big nipple-breasts, and large waist with a tattoo that said, Fuck Me. “Your Jericho wall?” she asked, presenting it to him like a barbecue. “I have never been fucked by a man. I want you to be that man. I need to be fucked without caution. I really need it,” she said, staring at his trousers’ zipper for erection.
Nku sighed and shook his head. His grey wan face was a sign that his stilled blood was already flaming up in his veins for action. But Sen. Madu had eclipsed Opula in his life. Opula was now a five letter name to him. He and Sen. Madu had been bound together by sheer chastity and he could take a thousand bullets for him. He looked over her head, walked up to her and said, “Baby not now,” he pled and felt no movement from his brains to his waist. His blood ceased to move “As for your Jericho wall keep it. If you have paint, repaint it. When I’m back I‘ll collapse it.” He ran out through the door.
“Baby N! Baby N!” Opula called, going after him but she barely caught up with him when the cab rustled away. She smashed the wall with the ball of pounded yam in her right hand as her cheeks and eyes went crimson.
Nku arrived home and met Sen. Madu perturbed, pacing up and down the sitting room and glancing at his watch. Then he cleared his throat and Sen. Madu swirled around and approached him with a hug.
“What kept you so long?” Sen. Madu asked, holding his face and planting a kiss on his water melon lips.
“Pardon me, baby. The stilled traffic trapped me,” he said, looking around. “Is she in?” he whispered, referring to Sen. Madu’s wife.
“She went to see a friend at Victoria Island.” Sen. Madu said and held his waist. “Now to show you I can cook more than you. I prepared egusi soup and semolina specially for you.”
“Are you kidding me?” Nku said and held his shoulders.“I can’t wait. I love you so much baby,” he said, locking eyes with him.
“And I can take a bullet for you. Only promise to stand by me, never to leave me,” he requested.
Nku remembered Opula, the exact way she held her untied wrapper, saying to him “Your Jericho wall.” Her voice rang in his heart, but he fought back his thought with his blinking eyes. She did not belong to him anymore. He replied. “I will ever stand by you, protect and love you only make sure you arm me with your trust.”
The cord of impatient lust between them was broken with a hug and the tickles on their skin became a hybrid. Nku had never felt that way before; how his blood stilled with every soft touch, how his heart pumped with the comfort of meeting the right partner. And right in his heart of hearts he knew Opula had been eclipsed by Sen. Madu so she could go on and present her Jericho wall to some other reserved lover.
In the Kitchen, Sen. Madu had bent him over and penetrated his anus with his venous bulged penis and Nku shrieked in pain yet noisy moan.
Worst days ahead…
She wiped warm tears with her palms. “I am not happy auctioning my virginity to you. But I know you‘re the right man that should climb a mountain other men have been craving for. My strength is failing me but my virginity wants you. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning sun,” she said, tilting her face closer for a kiss but he took away his face; it was an instant respect for Sen. Madu.