Lara sat quietly at her desk. She clicked aimlessly through the report she was trying to prepare on her computer, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Her mind wasn't at peace. It had been almost five months since the party at her house where she rained insults on Kunle, her now ex. Her mind kept replaying the look on his face. She thought she was over him, but she had caught herself thinking of him a lot for the past couple of weeks. She was surprised that deep down in her heart, the fire for him which she thought she had extinguished had somehow still been flickering. She realized she wanted to see him again but her pride had held her back from getting in touch. Several times she had reached out and keyed in the 11-digit number she had memorized by heart on her phone, but she just couldn't hit the dial button. Even right now she realized was staring at the phone in her palm.
Dupe knocked on her door, an important looking file in her hand. She laid it down with a smack right in front of Lara, jolting her back to the present.
"Lara, o ni pa ara e nitori okunrin(You will not kill yourself because of this guy). I thought you were already done with him," she said crossly.
"Ore mi(my friend), will you blame me? I don't know why, but I keep missing him every day."
"Miss tani(miss who)? Will you stop that nonsense talk? You said it yourself. He is no longer in your class. Let him be. Focus on your current man. He does not deserve this."
"But Dupe what can I do? I thought I was over Kunle. If not for his condition, I wouldn't be with Charles."
"So na because of prick you fashi the poor boy abi(because of dick you abandoned the poor boy)? *Ashewo oshi. Abeg forget the guy and face Charles jare."
"Dupe please help me," Lara pleaded, "I don't know what to do."
Dupe sighed and sat down, looking at her unhappy friend and pal.
"The way you insulted Kunle, and in front of so many people, no man in his right senses will ever want to take you back. You hit his ego, his pride, his manhood. I told you it was too much. You should at least have been courteous."
She paused for a moment. "One can never tell about the heart though. I'm sure with the kind of embarrassment you gave him, he would have somehow found a way to deal with his problem. He wouldn't want to disappoint another girl, and with the way you dissed him, his confidence will be low. He would be scared to approach another girl out of fear of failure."
She paused. "If this is what you want to do, and it's against my better judgement, what I advise you to do is try see him. He may reject you at first, but if it's the Kunle I know, after you've loved up to him and showed you are really sorry, he may take you back. But it's going to be difficult."
She stood up and headed towards the door. "Just give him a call and tell him you want to see him. At least to hear you out and apologize."
"Thanks Dupe. I know I could trust you. Please don't let Charles know about this."
"Ewo lo kan mi(what's my business)? I have my own relationship issues to deal with. If you like date two men. Just be ready to satisfy both."
Lara laughed and relaxed in her chair, feeling like a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.
Kunle woke up from another restless night's sleep. He stretched, yawned and saw the tent he was pitching in his boxers. He groaned and got up sleepily, stretched and walked into the bathroom, his hard dick leading the way.
He had been taking his "medicine" religiously for almost five months now and his morning erections were becoming stiffer and lasting much longer. Many a morning he had to relieve the stiffness in the shower, blasting out vast quantities of semen than usual before he could get any relief. Mama Akosua's friend was right; the stuff was indeed very strong. He no longer had the weakness in his lower back. He felt very light and invigorated. He could safely stop taking it now.
Granted, he felt more energized and had regular morning wood, but he couldn't figure out how to know for sure whether it had worked the way he really wanted it to. He thought of Lara and quickly banished the thought out of his head. Forget about that one, he thought. He didn't want to open that door anymore. He wasn't the type that picked up ladies-of-the-evening either. Too much risk and it will just be a waste of money if things did not go as planned. His mind went to Sheila. He sighed. She was just a kid. He didn't want to ruin what they had. He didn't want to do anything that would make things awkward between them, but who else could he turn to?
Throughout the rest of the week, he tried to figure out what to do, how to be sure he had finally cured his ailment. His mind kept going back to Sheila. He felt there was no other way. Worst case, if she refused, he would apologize profusely and let her be.
He was so glad when she told him she was going to sit for her college entrance exams. He had been encouraging her to get back into school and she had finally bought the form. He had not seen her for a while since she started studying for her exams. She had taken the exam the previous Saturday and he had hoped and prayed for her success. Kunle sighed. The little tyke was getting under his skin. To compound issues, she was always calling him. Morning, noon, night. Always wanting to know what he was doing, always had one funny story for him.
Saturday afternoon: she came by for her cleaning. He didn't realize how much he had missed her until she appeared, beaming from ear to ear at his door. She ran into his arms, and they stood there in a long embrace. Kunle held her close, not wanting to let her go. They finally released each other and he led her inside.
"So, tell me, how did the exam go?" he asked, looking her over. She was still as beautiful as ever.
"It was soooo nice. I know I will pass."
"Good. By God's grace, you will make it."
"Thank you."
She stood up and looked around the room.
"Wow. This place has really missed me."
"Yeah...and so have I."
She looked at him affectionately. "I missed you too Kunle."
They stared at each other. "I guess I should get to work now. No work, no pay."
She grabbed her bag and headed into the bathroom to change. "I guess those are some other "work clothes" you have in there, right?" he asked.
"Yes, I can't work in what I'm wearing, can I?" she replied from inside the bathroom.
When she came out, he had to be sure his eyes weren't deceiving. His heart lurched and began to race.
"Sheila, one of these days you are going to make me have a heart attack. These your clothes are too revealing!" he remarked.
"I thought you liked them," she replied coyly. Her tank top was so low her breasts were barely covered. He could swear she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her nipples poked proudly through the sky-blue material. A tight pair of leggings molded her round arse and smooth legs tightly. She was bare footed, and her braided hair made her look like a busty teen.
She grabbed a rag and started cleaning. He couldn't take his eyes off her and he watched as she moved around, cleaning here, dusting there, arranging this and that. He followed her to the kitchen and watched her as she cleaned. His heart really melted, and he wanted to take her into his arms and feel that lovely body against his. After about thirty minutes he went back to the room and switched on the TV. He flicked the channel to MTV to listen to some music. His mind kept on telling him to make a move on her.
"
She has given you the signs
," one part of his mind told him. "
She wouldn't be dressed up like this all the time if she didn't want you to make a move on her
."
"
But she's so young. You'll be taking advantage of her. She's an innocent girl. Don't betray her trust in you.
" The other part cautioned.
He wrestled with his mind as he thought of what to do. He absentmindedly watched the music being played on the screen. He could hear Sheila singing along in the kitchen. When the channel began playing "Chandelier", he was surprised when she burst into the room with glee.
"I love this song!!" she exclaimed and began to twist and turn her body to the music.
Kunle sat dumbfounded as he watched her twist and turn her body exactly the same way the little girl did in the video. He was surprised as she flipped, twisted, and turned in sync. Not only was Sheila pretty, but she had poise and grace too.
"Wha...where did you learn how to do that?"
She didn't respond and she continued to dance. When Maddie did her full split in the video, Sheila yelled "I can do that too!!!!" He watched, not believing his eyes, as she slowly lowered herself into a full horizontal split, her legs straight as an arrow. As the music ended, she bent backwards and looked up at him as he sat there and applauded her, impressed with her display. In her position, her top had ridden up, exposing her smooth flat tummy. Her breasts were literally bulging out from the low neckline. He could see a hint of her smooth Venus mound as she bent backwards in her split.
"Where did you learn how to do that?" he asked her, still in awe.
"I took a lot of dance classes in secondary school. I was the captain of the Calisthenics team, and we were always in one event or the other. We represented our state at various competitions." she replied, smiling at him. "Besides I have a very flexible body from all the exercise it gives me."
Kunle looked at the beautiful girl on the carpeted floor and made up his mind. It was now or never. He lowered the volume on the TV and dropped the remote.
"Sheila, I need to talk to you about something," he said in a very serious tone.
Her expression changed and in one quick and fluid movement, she turned and sat cross-legged in front of him with a scared look on her face. "What did I do? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I..." she began.
"You didn't do anything wrong, you silly girl! Just come here." He replied.
Sheila crawled on all fours to where he sat on the bed. He lifted her up easily and sat her down on his lap. Her pert buns brushed gently over his crotch and he forced himself not to react. He looked at her lovingly, from her currently glasses-less eyes that were peering at him curiously, to her bare arms, and over her lovely chest.
"God, you are beautiful." he remarked.
"Thank you," she replied shyly.
He adjusted her tank top to contain her breasts. She was clearly not wearing a bra. His hand shivered as he touched her hot skin.
