My I.t Sexcapades - S01 E32

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My I.t Sexcapades - S01 E32

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

I raised my head slowly to look at her and I

met her expectant stare and I quickly dropped

my head

“You don’t want to talk?” she asked softly.

I decided to say something, I opened my

mouth but words failed me, I tried again and

managed to blab a few senseless words.

“I am sorry” I mumbled. “Did I say I am angry”

she asked sarcastically. “I only ask what were

you doing with them” She added and I noticed

her voice were sultry as she said those words

“Ï was sniffing them” I managed to say and

she gave a short laugh. She moved closer to

me and spoke

“So you love sniffing p@nties” she asked

seductively as she ran her fingers on my lips.

“No” I answered. “Then what were you doing

with mine, don’t be shy tell me did you sU-Ck

it too cos I noticed it was wet” “Yes ma” “You

have fetish for musky p@nties?” “No” I

quickly responded “I was just feeling Hot” I

added. “Hot for me or my friend” “For you…”

“And my friend? I saw the way your face was

when she hugged you” I kept silent. “so all this

while you enjoyed chewing my p@nties” she

said more to herself than to me.

Before long we were struggling with each

other’s clothes. That morning s*x was just s

fast, crazy and intense. I later left for my

house after we went to pack n’shop at wuse II

to do some shopping. It was past noon when

she dropped me off at Dutse Alhaji and gave

me some money which I discovered was 5k

plus some stuff she got for me at the

shopping mall.

I arrived home that noon a happy young man.

I met no one in the compound when I arrived

but I noticed my landlord’s door was open.

I retired into my room and slept off.

I was awoken by my phone ringing tune.

Ada was the one calling. I picked the phone

and spoke sleepily, she was surprised and

asked if I was sleeping at work, I told her I

have a day off and she sounded happy. I

asked her about school and why she sounds

so g@y and happy.

She informed me of a leture free day that

awaits them the next day which is Friday and a

show at Transcorp hilltop. “2face will be

there” “Woow, that’s great” I replied.

She asked if I will come see her in school on

Saturday and from there we can go to the

show together. I quickly told her I would love

if not for money. “Atleat you will visit me

sha?” she asked. I agreed to pay a visit and

Saturday was the date.

I noticed it was past four already, I never

knew I can sleep that long during the day.

My afternoon sleeps don’t exceed two hours

but that day I sleep more than two hours then

I believed bleeping is real hard work that sips

energy. I washed my face and went out to

wash my face and I saw my Landlord’s

daughter sitting outside. Her legs were

carelessly kept and I caught a glimpse of her

p@nties but quickly removed my eyes. She

greeted me and I responded her and washed

my face.

She was reading a book and I inquired what it

was “Na Literature” she replied. I really love

literature so I went closer to see the content

of the book; she was reading figures of

speech which happen to be a part of me. By

the time I told her about the use of

synecdoche she was staring with so much

amazement.

“Synecdoche is the use of a part to represent

a whole of a whole to represent a part” that

was what the definition in the book read out

but she seem so confused to grasp its

meaning so I decidd to rephrase it for her.

“See eh babe, synecdoche is just taking a part

of something to represent the whole of that

thing” I gestured. She nodded like she was

getting it then I added “now make I give you

example, I see you for road now eh and I wan

tell person about you but I no wan mention

your name see wetin I go tell the person” She

listens intently.

“You know say you get booby plenty” I said

that with a very straight face that even

surprised me and I noticed a slight blush and

embarrassment on her face but I continued

pretending not to notice anything as I

continued “So instead wey I go say ‘guy see

Vicky dey come’ I go just say ‘’see booby dey

come’ now I just use your booby wey be ur

selling point to represent the whole of you,”

As I continued explaining she was still looking

at me with that eyes, then I knew she was not

with me, she is actually admiring how easy I

explain what seem to her as a nightmare.

“Hope say you grab sha” I asked to bring her

back and she shook her head dully and I told

her to continue reading. “Just read with

concentration eh” I told her and went back to

my room and I wore a shirt over my head and

rushed out immediately to grab some food

for the evening. As I came out Vicky was still

reading, her legs thrown wider (I wonder if

that girl’s mum never thought her how to sit

well).

She noticed me going out so she tried to stop

me maybe to tell her more but I quickly told

her to wait when I come back and I rushed

out.

As I was walking through the pathway to get

to the main road that leads to Kuchiko. I

started thinking about the colour of her

p@nties-black and how surprisingly neat they

look but the hunger in me did not allow my

imagination wander far away. I went straight

to the Northerner’s shop along that road

greeted him and ordered what I need.

“Northerner na, My friend” I greeted “Heey

Northerner, sanu, heey my friend I greet” He

responded.

“yane, how you” I asked him jovially.

“Lafiya kaluo, Am very fine.” He laughed

showing his kola nut stained teeth.

“Da Allah, kabana Bureadi da Kwoi bui, give

me bread and two eggs” I told him as I sat

down for him to prepare it.

The way these Northerners prepare these

things amaze me. His hands were just moving

rapidly and soon he was done. I seem the first

customer as it was not yet time when people

come out to buy that condiment of bread and

eggs.he thanked me and I replied

“Allah kawo Kasuwa, God bring market” I

hailed him as I crossed the road clutching the

black nylon containing my evening meal.

I walked fast as I was already imagining how I

was going to devour the have loaf of bread

and two eggs.

Immediately I entered the yard I noticed that

T.J’s door was open and Vicky was still

outside but this time she was sitting with

another girl, no longer a book in her hands.

They greeted me and I went into the room.

T.J have not confronted me since that day I

bleeped his matured babe as against my

thought, I was really afraid of his silence so I

always bolt my door whenever I enter my

room, I don’t knock on his door to hail him

again. I hate silence it can make me fringe.

In the succour of my room I tore the nylon, I

couldn’t wait to un tie it and I attacked the

toasted bread with all the might my front

teeth got as they sunk deeply into the soft

brownish bread. A chunk in my mouth and I

chewed away savouring the delicious taste of

the eggs.

I was almost done eating when I heard Vicky

calling me from my door while knocking

“Bros….bros..bros” she called gently as if she

is afraid to disturb me.

I went to the door and met her, I opened my

net and I saw her cluctching the book in her

hands, as I looked past her shoulders I

noticed her company was gone, she was no

longer sitting there. “Vicky afa naw”

“Fine, I don come, shey you say when you

come back” she said as she steps into my

room.

“You come meet me when I don almost finish

chop, you get bad leg o” I teased her at which

she giggled shyfully. “I no dey eat this kin

food joor” She said as she moves around

confused where to sit. You know my room

have just bed, I mean mattress, so it’s either

you stand or you sit on the mattress like that.

I no come Abuja to come start family, na I.T I

come do.

“Sidon for bed joor or go bring you seat” I

told her after some secs. She sat and opened

the book complaining how she have not been

understanding literature due to the literature

teacher she has in secondary school. She said I

made it seem too easy and she will love to

utilize the opportunity f me being around so

that her Jamb score will be high this time

around.

I assured her that I will be of help to her as

long as she shows commitment. Forget the

fact that I stared at her p@nties and stuffs,

when someone comes to me for help I readily

give that help if I can afford it. Maybe that is

why people easily do things for me easily too.

So I was determined to help the babe

understand literature which was my favourite

subject then in secondary school.

With my food drowned in my tummy diluted

by a cup of water we started and I took time

to explain to the every figures of speech and

how to use them, giving her funny examples

using her and myself as examples like when I

was explaining simile to her I said

“See babe, simile na that figure of speech wey

we dey always use describe person” I paused

for that to sink and I continued “Nw se

example, as you dey so shey you know say you

be like fine girl.” She blushed but I quickly

added “No happy, I dey lie jooor you no be

like Fine girl you be like queen” I allowed that

to sink in and I added “Now you see as I dey

use ‘Like’?” she nodded.

“Na that like be simile! But if I remove that

‘like’ come say ‘Babe you be fine girl’ or

‘babe you be queen’ Na metaphor be dat why?

Because na direct things! I no use ‘Like’” I

explained on with vigour and she keeps

nodding with smiles playing on her lips which

made me believe she is grabbing what I am

saying.

She went out to do some cooking and came

back around 8pm with a plate of food to my

room, probably in appreciation but I kindly

reclined the offer and went back to my room

she was not so unhappy but later came back

to the room and asked we continued. I mean

by 8pm! “Are you sure? Is it not late?” I asked

concerned but she said she was ready.

We talked about the nature of the exams,

how to avoid some things and how to past,

one talk led to another and soon we were

discussing relationships and how they work,

why they work and why they don’t. She seems

overwhelm by the power of my tongues and

the way I approach each topic and soon I

noticed her stare melting in mine as her silver

liquid glitter on her eyes lining. I knew what

she was going through, she was falling

already.

I wont want to disclose our discussion, it may

be long and boring to you reading this.

I decided not to make any move even though

it was obvious she won’t object if I get closer

and kiss her. I just feigned ignorance of what

was happening and I continued talking while

she agreed to all I say. If she were a matured

lady she might have a move but she seems

naive around me and I knew she cant make

that move. I have to dismiss her when I

noticed it was few minutes to 10pm. She was

obviously disappointed but I feign ignorance. I

slept smiling like a fool that night knowing

the stirring I have caused somebody’s cells.

I was woken up with a call from my madam,

she was so shocked I was asleep by that time.

I later learnt it was past 9pm when I looked

into my phone screen. “Nneji whay are you still

asleep, what f=di you do last night” she asked

sarcastically. I giggled and replied “ I was

slept all night”

“hmm, let me agree you did sleep alone, I will

like you to come over to the house before

1pm. Expecting you” she said and I made to

make excuse but I couldn’t find any as my

mouth hung open without any word dropping

so she ended the call saying “see you”

Immediately the call ended I screamed a big

“oooooooo” what does she want to see me

for again today naw? Her daughter also wants

to see me today now readers what did you

think I did?

Who do you feel I visited?

My madam or Ada?

Any questions?

Ok I have mine.

If you were in my shoes who will you

disappoint?

“did I bleep up by letting Vicky go just like

that?”

“What is T.J up to? Why have he not

confronted me?”