Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

Episode 8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

After the formality of welcoming and hospitality, I asked when she will be leaving cos she arrived 5:17pm, which was already a little too late for me. She looked into my eyes and said, “Femi, today, I’m going nowhere. I already told my mum that I’m not coming home today. I lied to her that a friend of mine is going to the Registry on Thursday, and she need all the help she can get. So, here are my Mr. Femi. Are my welcomed to stay over or not?”

As if I’m standing in front of an armed MOPO Officer, I was motionless and my bones lost all their strength. My mouth failed me for words. I was speechless. Her “helloooo” brought me back to reality. Without thinking, I don’t know when I started babbling like a drunk, “Yes you can, sure you can, definitely you can. The house is all yours. You’re most welcomed. I… I…. I…” She helped me by saying, “Femi calm down. It seems you weren’t prepared to hear that. Not to worry, I won’t disturb you at all. Your chair is big enough for me…”

“Chair? No way! What’s my bed for? I’ll go sleep in my neighbour’s house. You just be comfortable. Ok?” She looked at so sternly and said, “Then you left me with no choice than to leaveyour house already. I can’t stay alone in your own house; that’s not possible. You sleep on your bed and I’ll be fine on the chair.”

I was a little scared this time. I offered to sleep on the chair while she go into the room to sleep on the bed. She agreed. I served her rice and stew laced with two turkey laps, and a bottle of fruit wine to cool off. The look on her face showed that she was impressed. “Who cooked this meal.” She asked while she eat. “I did. Who else would have?” I replied with my head held up high and my chest puffed up. She smiled and clapped for me. I slot in a movie titled, ‘The Notebook’, a tragic-romantic love story.

“What’s the title Femi?” “The Notebook”, I replied. She rushed her food and willingly cleaned the table. I took it from her and drop’d it in the washing basin. She lay on the chair and focused on the movie. I sat a little close to her in case she would need anything (you know the feeling now).

A little over 30mins into the movie, she complained that the fan was too much for her. She requested I put it off. I did speedily. Later, she said I should sit on the chair with her. At first, I pretended that I didn’t hear what she said. She repeated it again and this time, I asked if she was feeling uncomfortable. She said she just want me close to her. I obeyed. Immediately I sat on the chair with her, she la!d back on the chair with her head on my lap.

I felt a little uncomfortable cos my third leg is a little sensitive, a simple touch on any part of my body by the opposite s*x sets it in motion. As a smart guy, I quickly took one of the little pillows on my chair, placed it on my engine room and asked her lay again…

What happened next was…

“Na wah oo. Bros, wetin be that stick wey dey under this pillow now?” Grace enquired. I was ashamed to reply initially. I just summoned the courage to answer, “Well, it’s my thing. I’m sorry.” After a serious minutes of laughter, she said, “You don’t have to be sorry. It’s normal. I would have felt otherwise if this hadn’t happened. Just relax, ok?”

I felt a little shy that moment. You know now, you would be embarrased if a lady noticed such militant movement under a supposed ‘pillow’. Lol! Anyways, we both acted maturely and continued with the film. Few minutes later, Grace started acting funny. Should lift up her top at interval to reveal her tummy, stroke it for a while and close up again. She was doing this apparently to gain my attention. She succeeded. I asked if she was feeling any heat. She said no. Soon, it her wayward hand that find its way to my chest. She started moving her hand delibeartely up and down my chest. I said nothing. Later, she requested I remove the little ‘pillow’ off my lap, claiming it was making her uncomfortable. Really? Seriously? I became so tensed because by now, my third leg had bulged in full swing, begging and pushing for freedom off my trousers. “But she will see the shape of my swollen thing now. How then will be comfortable laying on such a thing?” I thought within myself. With her head already raised in anticipation, I obliged. To my surprise, she lay on it without asking questions or complaining.



At this point, the movie had gotten to the seen where the lovers were about to make love. I feel so restless and tensed. Her hand had rested on my chest, so, she could feel the pace at which my heart beats. Guys, this girl knew exactly what she was doing. Suddenly, she sat up, moved closer to me and magically gestured a ‘why-why-not’ kissing mood towards me. How could I say no? Her lips were so fresh and irresistible…

Grace’s mother had divorced her father almost 4 years. She stays alone with her mother while she keep searching for jobs. She was on her from an interview when we met in the bus. I think that explains the level of freedom she enjoys. What I cannot fathom really was her action that evening. I never wooed her and we were not dating either. So, I was shocked. But as a smart guy, I buried my lips in her mouth without hesitation. The atmosphere was so intensed and romantic. The m0an!ng from the love-making scene from the movie added more fire to our kissing. I kissed her so well and passionately as if my life depended on it.

She removed her top while I removed mine own shirt with our lips still glued together on the chair. With one eye closed, I used the other to have a quick view on her bossoms. Her bossoms were so big and full of life. Suddenly, I heard a snap, she had unstrapped her bra and looking angrily at me was her two big bossoms, each seriously fighting for my attention. I can’t help but touch and sq££ze them, as if I had hidden a treasure in them.

She left kissing me. She stood up and lowered her skirt. The shape of her v****a were visible enough for me to see, eventhough she had a blue pants on. I don’t know how my trousers left my body fellas. My third leg had even pushed my boxers to its elastic limit. She came back to kissing me and suddenly said into my ears, “Take me inside. Make me feel like a woman.”

I need not lie to you guys. There is something about Grace that’s so mysterious. Her words were so soothing and catchy. I lifted her up and made my way straight into the room. Once I la!d her on my bed, I rushed back to the living room to shut the door against alakobas, increased a little the volume of the movie and dashed back inside. I met Grace stark Unclad on the bed with one finger in her mouth. I guess that’s the ‘go’ button. I helped myself having worn a CD and the rest was history.

Believe you me, Grace wasn’t only a graduate of Political Science; I believe she had and unmatched bedmatics skills. She taught me all I know today about s*x: how to make a woman ask for more, how to stay longer on bed, the dirty things women loves to hear during the act and everything. She was a genius.

s*x with Grace became a regular affair. The highest was staying 3 days in my house. All we did was: eat, f**k, sleep, shower, eat, f**k, sleep and shower! Nothing more. It was as if I was in 3rd heaven. She spoiled me with s*x, she over-satisfied me.

Luckily for Grace and unlucky for me, she was employed by MTN Nigeria Limited, and was immediately deployed to Abuja. That limited us to phone calls, s*x chats, phone s*x and pictures. I missed her so much, even now. I went to visit her twice and that was all. I lost my phone few weeks later. Stupidly enough, her number was saved on phone memory. Coincidentally, same thing happened to her. She changed line and that was how we lost contact.

I ran into Grace last two years in Lagos. She came to visit her mum. She was married and heavily pregnant. Soon a guy joined us. “This is my husband, John” she said..

To Be Continued…