Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

By default, my attention shifted away from Cynthia and Ini to Deola, the new chick. So, the s*x with Cynthia was more of a duty and not of pleasure; I did it so that Cynthia won’t complain or become suspicious. To her I was fully recovered; so a non-s*x night would have meant something is really going on. It couldn’t be that I am not ok or tired, it will be more of “Femi is seeing someone else” kind of cry.

By 6:30am Cynthia was ready to leave, having taken her bath. She woke me up to notify me that is ready to leave. I volunteered to see her off but she said I shouldn’t bother. I reached for my wallet and gave her 3k for tfare which she outrightly rejected.

Cynthia: Don’t bother Femi. I can get myself home.

She pecked me and said her goodbyes while I went back to bed. I couldn’t really sleep once Cynthia left. I had to do some soul searching.

What is going on: Cynthia, Ini and Deola? I am not used to this kind of life mehn. The 3 of them are like the kind of women you will meet out there: loud, soft and moderate respectively. Seriously, I am a kind of reserved, shy and secretive person. I don’t speak much in public except when I wanna argue football; and after the argument, I went back into my shell. So na where I come take see this kind of life: playing around 3 girls simultaneously. I noticed that I am always in fear whenever I am with any of them because, since they all have access to my house now, each of them can just walk in anytime, anyday without restraints. And if any of them caught me cheating, I don enter am be that!

My pick out of the 3 of them? Your guess is as good as mine: it’s definitely gonna be Ini. I love this Calabar Girl like I loved my mum. I don’t wanna hurt her feelings no matter what.

How can I lay off Cynthia, who happened to be the most socially inclined and a little wayward out of the 3?

And why on earth would I pass up the chance of yanshing Deola, a big girl full of surprises up her sleeve? Lailai: not even now that she’s started to show me her real colour and intention. Not even today that she told me to come to her house if I want something I’ve never seen before.

What a dilemma, an irony of life, an anti-climax, law of diminishing returns taking its full effect, the height of human insatiability!

But like Professor Radjack’s advice to Rico in the film, The Starship Troopers, “…never pass up a good thing”, Deola was the name on my lips that morning. She is my new adventure, my new Disney Land, my experiment lab. Let’s go see what she’s gonna do. Whether she comes up positive or negative, the experience is still gonna be worth the trial; after all, I kissed her passionately yesterday. So, even if she eventually change her mind about going further with me, what is done is done; or can one restitute kissing ni? So let’s see what’s gonna happen; even if the sun refuses to shine, heaven is not gonna fall. I’ve got my Ini right here anyday to make me happy. But as a man, I can’t pass up the chance to explore other places. You never can tell, there might be goldmine in that treasure island.

Before I left home that morning, I took a spare of the keys to my apartment to Ini in the supermarket. I told her to keep it cos I might need her help one way or another once I resume work. I couldn’t imagine giving Cynthia a spare of my keys; I don marry her be that because she no go comot for my house. I trust Ini with all my life, I can be sure of my safety with her. My problem however is that I can’t stay faithful to her; no, not with Cynthia and Deola lurking around.

Me: I won’t stay long. But if I do, here is 3k, see what you can cook with it for me ok?

Ini: Ok. Have a nice day.

That simple! Life is just that simple with Ini: no questions, no troubles, no mistrust. I will say it again: INI IS A WIFE MATERIAL, HAPPY IS THE MAN THAT FINDS SUCH AS WIFE, FOR HE WILL HAVE NO FEAR.

I called Deola to inform her that I am already on my way and she was like,

Deola: What? Don’t you sleep at all? It’s just 8 in the morning dude.

Me: The earlier I come, the longer the hours to spend with you. You will be off soon by 2pm.

Deola: Arrrghh! I am still on bed ooo. Shey you know how to locate my house now from that filling station?

Me: Yea I can.

Deola: Better. I’ll open the gate already.

Me: Fine…but don’t tell me I am coming to get you up from bed and bath you o.

Deola: Seriously. I wish I can find who will do that to me.

Me: Well, I can; if you permit.

Deola: Hmmmm! Femi? You’re a p***y. Please, you can start coming.

Me: Alright.

I figured that Cynthia should be home already by the time I called Deola. I called her and she corroborated my stance. I told her I was going to see someone close by and true to her colours, she said,

Cynthia: Hmmm! Dem don dey call you now abi? Now wey your body don normal small dem no go make you rest again. Go ooo, go; go and show them you are back!

WTF! What on earth is wrong with this woman for God’s sake! She makes me wanna puke mehn!

I hung up the call on Cynthia before she ruined my momentum that morning. Alakoba oshi.

20mins later, I was in Deola’s house. There is a bell at the main gate. After I press the bell, the gate opened up from the inside. When I came in, I saw a short paper placed under a small stone in which was written,

“Please secure the gate with the code: 5**1. Deola” I followed the instruction and secured the gate.

I made my way to her apartment slowly and majestically. The door to her apartment was slightly opened for me so that I don’t have to knock. Again when I came inside, I saw another short paper on which was written,

“Please close and lock the door.” I did as I was told.

As I made my way to her living room, I sniffed the smell of fried egg, oozing from the kitchen. I sensed Deola was up already and probably cooking for me (or us).

Me: Good morning ooo.

Deola: Morning Femi. I hope you don’t mind plantain and egg, both fried?

Me: At all oo. But how are you so sure that I’ve not taken my breakfast before coming?

Deola: I don’t have to know now. This is my house remember? My rule applies. So, whether you’ve eaten before coming or not, you must eat it ni.

Me: Ok ooo. I’ve not eaten anything actually, and what you’ve got going on in that kitchen girl, is the real deal.

Deola: Keep flattering. I’ll be done soon anyways.

Underneath Deola center table is a photo album. The album wasn’t there when we were together yesterday; else I would have seen it. I picked the album and started scanning it without waiting for an invitation. I saw some of her pictures while she was in school in England: her friends, her teachers, as a cheerleader, her presentation in class and so on. Also in the album were pictures of her at Stamford Bridge, London. Other pictures include her mum’s and her dad’s visit to her house in Birmingham. Then, I saw that white boy that took away Deola’s flower. How did I know? There were many pictures they took together while kissing, handling and running after each other at a beach party. Deola only had her bikini on; and the guy, a short pant. I could see the guy’s machine from the picture asking questions from Deola’s Kitty-Cat. Mtchewwww! Oshi. I feel like punching the guy right in the face from the picture. “How could you disflower a 19yr old student for God’s sake? Are you insane?”, I asked from my mind. Come to think of it, I am even more handsome than the guy sef who looks like an albino. I was venting my anger and showing my displeasure on the guy when Deola called for my attention. She had only a zebra colour nightie on her that morning,

Deola: Oh! I see you’ve found the album already.

Me: Yes. And I think I’ve seen the albino that took your flower…

Deola: Femi? Where did you see him in the album?

Me: Hmmm. I saw him with one girl that looks like you, kissing each other and having fun at a beach party!

Deola: And?

Me: His machine almost escaped his pants while they kissed.

Deola: I don’t know what to say to you.

Me: Don’t say anything. Am I right or wrong?

Deola: I don’t know. Come to the table. The food is ready.

I guess I caught her there. She felt a little embarrassed by my description of the guy or rather, a swipe at her. Wetin concern me? I am just describing what I saw now.

On the table were plates of fried egg and fried plantain. Beside them was a jug and tin of milk.

Me: Am I eating alone?

Deola: Yes. I will eat mine later. I need to go brush my teeth and take my bath.

Me: Then I will wait for you.

Deola: The food will cool off if you don’t take it hot.

Me: Don’t you have a microwave? Don’t worry, I will wait until you’re done bathing.

Deola: Sure?

Me: Why not? That reminds me, you said you needed someone to bath you. I am available if you, errmmm… truly want it.

Deola: I can bath myself brother, thanks and no thanks.

She turned around to leave but I held her hand,

Me: What if I tell you I haven’t taken my bath too? I thought it would be nice to come bath with you here, you know?

Deola: Sure you can. There are 2 bathrooms here. You use one, and I use the other. Simple. In fact, we may even decide to use a single bathroom one after the other.

Me: That’s not what I mean Deola.

(I moved closer to her, looked into her eyes, licked my lips and said),

I mean…..let’s have it together. I bath your back, you bath mine. I….. I……. I..mean, you know what I am talking about right?

Before she replied, I planted a kiss on her right there on the spot. She couldn’t resist me, no, not in that kind of mood. I moved my hands slowly upwards her bossom (this my hand ehn?) and started caressing her b0s0m. When I noticed she wasn’t responding to my overtures, I stopped. I felt I have offended her. So, apologies started flowing outta my mouth,

Me: I am sorry Deola? I just thought you are with…

Before I could finish my apology, she responded with the kiss of her own. I was shocked. It took me like 30sec to sync. What a twist of fate: from apology to hot kissing!