NATIONAL YEAR OF SEX AND COMFORT (NYSC) PART 2

We got to my room and I played some music. It was a soft and
slow west-life song. I asked her to dance with me. We danced
around the room, classical oldies style, closely glued together
and moving in a regular pattern.
I started kissing her and she responded. We stood up and kissed
while cassey pressed her br’e'a’s't tightly on my body. I tugged
on her shirt, trying to remove it, she drew herself backwards and
removed the shirt herself. She wore a jean trousers, and a black
bra. I kissed her once more as I unhooked her bra. Those firm
bosom once more stood boldly! I grasped the br’ea’st and started
sucking immediately. Cassey leaned forward against me, her
legs were quaking like they can’t support her body weight again.
I kissed her down her tommy, knelt down and kissed her belly
button, trying to unbutton her jean. She pulled me up lightly, told
me to give her some minutes to shower.
“I had a rough day, I need a little freshening up to do. Can I use
your bathroom?”
“Of course”, I replied. My di’kk was already swollen and waiting
for action. It just has to wait a bit longer.
“Which one is your towel?”, she asked as she entered the
bathroom.
“Orange”, I replied. “But you may not need it, I can towel you dry
with my tongue”.
She laughed out loud from the bathroom.
“Baaaaaddd boyyyyy”, she yelled.
She was looking refreshed when she left the bathroom. She had
toweled her body, but there were still droplets of water on her
chest and back. She tied my orange color towel around her chest
and stood in front of the mirror, trying to arrange her hair.
I couldn’t resist the fresh bare skin staring at me. I stood up from
the bed and went to meet her standing on the mirror. I stood
behind her and held her closely to myself as we both faced the
mirror. I started kissing her bare back, and tickling it with my
tongue. I turned her to face me, then kissed her lips as I let loose
the towel. It fell freely on the floor. I tickled her ni’p-les with my
tongue and she responded by pushing them forward a bit. I held
one in my hands and sucked the second while she moaned
softly. I teased and sucked with my tongue while I caressed her
bare buttocks with my hands. She was moaning and feeling
uneasy, almost falling at one point. I gradually placed her on the
bed, pulled off my cloth and trousers. I moved my tongue across
her tommy and watch as she jerked in pleasure. I gradually
patted her legs with my hands, caressed her pubic region a bit
with my hands, bent my head in between her legs and located
her c’l'it’or-is. It was already stimulated and swollen. I teased it
with my tongue, a lick, stroking it with my tongue, flapping my
tongue steadily as it hits her cl’it successively in an upward
wave. She jerked forward and backwards with her hips. “Oh my
god!” She exclaimed. I kept licking her cl-i’to-ris, teasing it
steadily with my tongue. The moaning became louder. Her hands
on my head as I suck her. I enclosed the clit with my lips, held it
inside while I use the tip of my tongue to lash on it repeatedly.
She moaned and twisted her hips, a movement which allowed my
to notice her wetness fill my bed sheet. Her laps were also wet in
the process. I gently moved a finger into her wet c’u’.nt, I
manipulated her veegee and sucked her clit simultaneously. Her
reaction sent wild passions over me, she started moaning
softly. . .,”oh my gooshh”.
I manipulated her more as the wetness flowed out from her c’u'nt
and filled my hands.
“Oh my gooshhh”. . .she was still moaning.
I removed my fingers, went to my drawers and got out my
condoms. Her eyes were still shut, moaning blissfully while I
wore the condoms. I patted her legs wider as I mounted her. I
directed my d’kk right inside her wet c’u,nt, with a swift move of
my hips, her warmness enveloped my d’kk and sent sweet
sensation all over me.
It was a jolly ride as I kept raming my dic’kk into her, she kept
moaning continuously, and at a point, the screams of “fu”kk
meee” filled my room.
“Yes…yes…yes…, f’uckkk”. She was screaming as I fu’c'ked
deep into her. She moved her hips emphatically to receive my
thrust and pushes them forward to f’u-ckk back as I pull
backwards to ram in again. She suddenly grabbed me, folding her
hands around my back and held my tight, her hips jerked forward
and backward as she came violently. The feel of her br’e'as’t
against my chest and the hips grinding her c’u,nt against my
d’kk made me to come. It was so pleasurable and I remained
inside of her as she held me tightly to herself. She let go of me
after a few minutes and slept of immediately. I covered her waist
with the towel and lied down beside her.
She was really wide on bed. Like she was letting loose all the
stored energy. I felt a slight pinch of pain on my back. She must
have broken my skin when she clung on me.
I pulled out the condom, went into the bathroom and wrapped it
with a tissue paper and left it there.
I came back to bed and cassey was sleeping like a baby. She
looked great as she slept. I didn’t know what exactly I was going
to do with her. She doesn’t know I had a girlfriend, and I didn’t
want to see her hurt.
Text alert on my phone. I picked it up, it was my roomie. I
opened the text:
“Alert! Code Red! Booing 249 on enemy’s territory! Abort all
military action and return to base immediately! Yours faithfully”.
Jeeeezzzz!!!!! My girl friend was around!
This is serious!
My roomie couldn’t joke with such a thing. I read the text again:
“Alert! Code Red! Booing 249 on enemy’s territory! Abort all
military action and return to base immediately! Yours faithfully”.
249 was Rita’s matric number, and what I and my roomie uses to
describe her in our coded sms. On enemy’s territory; she’s
definitely in palmville, my lodge.
What was I going to do? Cassey was still sleeping peacefully,
half Unclad. I was almost Unclad apart from my boxers. Our
clothes were littered everywhere. Why didn’t she tell me she was
coming? We spoke this morning and she never mentioned it.
Rita had access to my room whenever she wants to come. She
wasn’t with my spare key, but she could make an appearance
like she owns the room. But most times, she calls before coming,
and on very few occasions, she just stops by. This was such few
occasion, and I was lying almost Unclad in bed with another girl.
My mind was racing fast. I was searching for alternative
solutions to this predicament. If rita is already inside my hostel,
there was no way I could take cassey out. She will certainly be at
the door before cassey puts on a cloth.
I picked my phone and sent a text to my roomie:
There was no time to articulate a belgium code. . .
“Find a way to distract her, she must not enter the room”.
I waited for some seconds, expecting a knock on the door, or a
pull and an order for the door to be opened.
None came.
Rita was not a violent person. She wasn’t that kind of girl that
will pounce on another girl for sleeping with her boyfriend. She
was a calm, rich and confident girl. She was trained to believe
that money solves all problems. She doesn’t let anything border
her, not even relationships. I understand her completely, that
was why I always give her enough space. I didn’t know what she
was going to do if she discovered I had a girl inside. I didn’t want
to find out, because girls can surprise you sometimes.
No knock on the door, no movement on the corridor.
I sent another text:
“Situation report”
A reply came in.
“Booing 249 headed to Grace airport. Disaster averted! Mission
accomplished. Yours faithfully”.
Rita was going back to Grace lodge, her hostel! Thanks
goodness. How did my roomie manage to pull this one off?
Samuel was a sanguine and good with his mouth. He was always
playfull and the girls in my hostel like him a lot. You would easily
think it will be easy for him to sleep with most of them, but its
not. Behind that playfulness lies a big disadvantage; he was
never taken seriously by the girls. They considered him a slight
joker, who would kiss and tell if he had the chance to kiss.
At least I was glad he used his skills to avert the looming
trouble. I will find out how he did it, later.
Right now, I need to take cassey home, so I can go to Rita’s
place. Who knows what samuel told her, and if she bought it. I
will soon find out.
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I woke cassey up later in the evening. She dressed up silently,
staring at me at different intervals. I walked her out of the hostel.
Her attitude was sort of strange. I asked if everything was ok and
she replied affirmatively.
Samuel was not within the hostel premises, I wanted to find out
from him what he discussed with Rita. I took cassey to the
junction and she boarded a bike home.
I called Rita, it was obvious she was with her friends. There was
noise and chats at the background.
“Hello sweet, where have you been?”, she asked over the phone.
“Here and there”, I answered vaguely.
“Would you please come over?”, she asked in her usual fashion,
applying courtesy at every conversation,
I wish I attended a better secondary school!!
I boarded the next bike to Grace lodge.
Rita was with her friends when I got to her room. The number of
slippers outside the room was so much that I nearly turned to go
back. She was selective when it came down to friendship. I could
hardly pin-point any of her friends that I could regard as being a
close friend. She doesn’t have a room-mate, because, according
to her, it always ends in a misunderstanding.
I knocked and went in. There were four of her friends at the room,
gisting and gossiping about topics I wasn’t interested in;
celebrities, fashion, and movies. I sat at the chair and listen to
the girls talk. I kept myself occupied with a recent edition of
Ovation magazine at her desk. Nothing I was interested in, just to
kill time.
Soon, her friends dispersed, and I was left alone with her. Rita
walked up to me and sat at my laps.
“Hello stranger”, she said.
Its been like two weeks since I and Rita made love. She was
preoccupied with lots of stuffs before her monthlies started, and
since then, I’ve really been a stranger.
“Sorry babe, I just wanted you to miss me small”. I replied.
“Well, your plans worked, I missed you like hell. I had to come
down to that your ghetto to look for you”.
Rita hated my hostel. She called it a ghetto; it wasn’t far from the
truth. My lodge was a safe haven for some warri miscreants who
were popular with their daily smoking of indian hemp. It was
unregulated, so they could pack like six of their kind in a room,
live there for the entire year.
“Well, now you have me to yourself”, I joked, “just give me
something to eat so I don’t collapse”.
She chuckled, I knew she didn’t have food in her kitchen. Rita’s
pot could remain sparkling clean from the beginning of the
semester to the end. Just a carton of noodles and enough
provisions and she’s done for the semester. She eats out
anytime she wants to take heavy food.
“I can prepare quaker oats for you”.
I laughed out.
“Or you can eat me”.
That’s more like it. . .

When Rita says you can ‘eat her’, she meant every word therein;
both literally and verbally.
We moved to the bed and started kissing. Rita loves pre-
intimacy a lot, she loves getting caressed, teased, touched and
romanced for long period of time. I understood her perfectly. I
took my time whenever we’re making love, there was no need to
rush, for her, s’e'x is an art and not a performance. It must be
savored with uttermost precision. I eased her out of her clothes,
she has this sensual aura that makes you want to jump in and
devour her in a twinkle of an eye. I took my time as a teased her
n-ip’ples with my tongue and stroked her laps on the process.
She moaned slightly and spread her legs wide. I caressed the
inside of her laps, rubbing the clit’or’is in a clockwise direction,
while sucking her bosom. She reached for my cloth and we
pulled them off. Then she held my hands and motioned my to the
bathroom. I followed her as we both entered her bathroom.
She turned on the shower and we both went under it. The feeling
of cold water on our bodies was soothing as we kissed
passionately. I ran my tongue down her throat, chest and
br’e'a’st. I sucked the nip’pl*es softly, kissed her tommy, navel,
then headed down for the honey pot. Rita loved it when I licked
her up, it gives her special satisfaction than I’ve ever seen in a
woman. She rested a leg on the toilet seater, leaned and rested
her back on the smoothly tiled walls of her bathroom. I knelt in
down and reached for her cl’it-oris. The water was pouring down
on us as I licked and teased her down there. she moved her hips
back and forth to sustain the pleasure. I stood up, turned her as
she bent and rested on the seater. I parted her buttocks slightly
and entered her from behind.
The coldness of the water pouring down on my skin and the
warmth from her c’u'nt gave my double pleasures. I moved in
quick successions while holding her buttocks. I heard her moan
out loud anytime I thump in. I flowed with the movement of her
hips, which was pushing back fiercely each time I ram into her.
The clash of her hips against my pelvic was so fierce that the
thump sound produced echoed in the bathroom. She came first, I
had to slow down to build up the momentum again. She brought
down the leg which was resting on the toilet seater, this provided
more contact with the walls of her veegee which was squeezing
my d’ikk vigorously. I rode her over again until she came so
strongly that I had to hold her to prevent her from slipping off the
toilet seater. I poured my juice straight into her, and left my di’kk
inside for her veegee to savor the feeling.
I toweled my wet body while Rita turned off the shower and sat
at the toilet seater, staring at me in a strange way. I didn’t
understand the look on her face. This is the second time today
I’m being stared at in a strange way after sex.
If cassey’s look didn’t border me, that of Rita did border me. I left
the bathroom, wore my boxers and lay on the bed. Moments
later, Rita joined me on the bed, faced the wall, backing me on
the process.
What could be her problem.
“Is everything ok?”, I had to ask.
Slowly, she turned and asked in a calm voice,
“Who else did you sleep with today?”.
I couldn’t help but imagine what exactly it was that samuel told
her that made her go back to her lodge. . . You can’t trust a
sanguine with his extroverted mouth problems. .