Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

After the call, I got confused and ashamed. Truly I owe Cynthia an apology. So she’s been sick all along when I thought it was her ego? Thank God I called ooo, if not, once she got discharged from hospital, things will get ugly and worse between us once she finds out I never called or asked after her. I no know why God just dey save me from wahala sef.

How will I manage myself tomorrow? Janet is coming, Ini will want to come and I’ve to visit Cynthia too! What a wicked Quadratic Equation that even Almighty Formula may found trickish.

I consulted my instinct again and this was what I got:

1. Sleep in Deola’s house tonight and do whatever I am asked to do just to make her happy.

2. Lie to both Deola and Ini that I will be going to my Uncle’s house tomorrow cos I heard he is sick.

3. Call Janet to delay her coming until around 2pm because of the same unreal reason, and

4. Go to see Cynthia in the hospital.

#Perfect!

I called Ini instantly to inform her of my plan,

Ini: Should I come this night then for…you know.

Me: No baby. Let’s leave it until I returned tomorrow evening. I will serve you well.

Ini: Ok dear. Be safe. I love you.

Me: I love you too. Bye.

I dialed Janet’s number too,

Janet: Mr., Uncle, Brother, Senior Femi.

Me: Na me you dey call all those names?

Janet: I’ve got more if you want.

Me: That’s good for you. How far now? Where you dey?

Janet: I dey for house o. Anything?

Me: Yes. I want you to delay your coming tomorrow to 2pm in the afternoon. I need to go see my sick uncle in the hospital.

Janet: Eeyah! It’s ok. In fact, if you want me to come late in the night, I will come.

Me: Really? And you will still go back home that same night?

Janet: Hell no. Sebi you get house? I go sleep in your house now…and I will leave the following morning.

Me: Oh! Ok. Well, it’s 2pm…and I don’t think what we want to discuss will take us more than 30mins. So there will be no need for you to sleep over.

Janet: Anyhow sha.

Me: I will call you later Jane*. Bye.

This girl na serious olosho ooo. I just must be careful with her because I think she’s desperate and seriously looking for where to hook herself. I got a little urge tho’ when she said she can sleep over. Janet is truly beautiful. She’s got a well-rounded butt0ckz like Omotola’s, s*xy** and sociable. To have a taste of her won’t be a bad idea; I will just let her know that nothing like a relationship can happen.

*Dodges slaps and sticks*

When it was around 7:30pm, I called Garfar to help me buy cooked indomie from the Northerner down the street. I instructed him to buy #200 Suya, hand it over to the Northerner, who will mix it with the indomie when enough pepper had been sliced into it. Garfar did as he was told and 40mins later, he came back with the delicacy. As usual, I tipped him some money which by now, has become a routine eachtime I sent him an errand.

I consumed the food quickly cos I hate staying long on meals. I resorted to my PES to while away the time as I await Deola. I was playing the game when Mary called,

Mary: Hello sir.

Me: Hey angel. How are you?

Mary: I am ok. Will you be at home this Thursday?

Me: This Thursday? Why?

Mary: That’s the only time I have to step out of here. I may not find any other day free to come.

Me: (With a cynical repetitive voice) Thursday… Thursday… Thurs… Ok. I will stay at home because of you. What time?

Mary: In the morning of course…and I will leave early so that I can get home on time.

Me: That’s fine by me. You can leave home as early as 6am so that before 9 or 10am, barring traffic, you’ll be here. You can leave here by 2 or 3pm when the highway is traffic free. But where will you tell your parent you are going to that early?

Mary: I will tell both of them that I have an assignment in school which includes visiting Lagos Island, and it is first come, first served.

Me: And they will agree?

Mary: They’ve got no choice.

Me: No problem then. I will be here. Just bring something for me sha.

Mary: Like what?

Me: Like what you know Femi loved most.

Mary: You ehn? You will never change.

Me: Don’t be too sure woman.

Mary: Ok oo. I have tried. Before I used all my airtime on you alone.

Me: Am I not worth the airtime?

Mary: Of course you are worth it but I need to call my girlfriends too please.

Me: Ok. See you on Thursday then.

Mary: Yes Thursday. Bye.

How will I navigate myself around 5 girls in 48hrs without being caught? I am not invincible like Arsenal’s Invincible Squad; neither am I indomitable like the all-conquering Barcelona Squad led by Pep Guadiolar. I just have to be smart and careful or else, all of them go join forces beat the crap out of me.

The only name on my mind throughout that day was Cynthia. I hope she will forgive me cos I have hurt her really bad. I thought she was fighting with me because I told her I was going to see someone when in the real sense of it, she was silenced by sickness. Chai! Cynthia my baby. My only cryptonite and ginger! Lol

Around some minutes past 9pm, I heard Garfar opened the gates. I pipped through my window and saw Deola drove in. I guess it’s time to leave. She called me and said,

Deola: Femi it is time. Let’s go.

Me: Aren’t you coming upstairs?

Deola: That will be a waste of time. It’s getting late Mr. Come on let’s go.

Me: Ok hold on. Give me 5mins.

Deola: Be fast about it.

I switched off all the electronic appliances and unplugged them. I put on my Arsenal Jersey on the blue-black jean I was wearing. I locked my door and rushed down.

Me: Good evening Deola.

Deola: Good evening sir.

She started the car while Garfar rushed to the gates. I wind down the glass and told Garfar I won’t be coming back that night. He nodded in affirmation with a little smile on his face. Wetin dis Northerner dey think? I deduced he was thinking, “Oga dey follow madam go night duty.” Yeye guy.

I bid Garfar goodbye and we drove off. Soon, something happened in the car…

Deola was wearing an ankara mini gown that revealed her glorious fresh laps as she spread her legs while driving. I looked at no other place except her laps. She looked at me to see what is that thing that had caught my attention and made me silent. She noticed I was looking at her laps but she never cared.

Suddenly, this my hand found its way to one of her laps. I rubbed on it so gently and romantically.

Deola said nothing.

Gradually, I moved my hand underneath her cloth to feel her coochie. The touch sent a shiver to her body and with a slow sweet voice she said,

Deola: Fe…mi, you know I am driving. Plea….se stop. Let’s get home.

Me: No. Park the car.

As if I remote controlled her, she parked the car and switched off its engine. She threw her hands away, opening up her body. I dipped my hands deeper into her spot and started scrolling up and down. Since the glasses are tinted black, we have a little privacy. My finger met her thick wetness down there. I manipulated her like crazy while she m0aned. She held my head tightly against her b0s0m and she m0an!ng for pleasure.

Deola: Ouch….yeah…ooooo….oh my god…. I missed you Femi.

Me: I missed you too.

Deola: Please let’s go home. I can’t wait to have you in me.

I finger her some more before I allowed her drive us home. She kept looking at my face at interval with a glowing smile all over her face. Una see me now abi? I promised not to touch her sexually o but now, this hand don play go there again.

#BlameMyFingerNotMe.

After 10mins, we got to her house. She came down from the car to go open the gate and we drove inside. I took her bag and another package at the backseat. She walked a little faster than usual that night into the house. She made her way straight into the bathroom. I sense she was restless and still reacting to the manipulation I gave her in the car. I dropped her bags on one of the chairs and sat down. When she left the bathroom, she went into the kitchen and came back with a plate, 2 glass cups and a bottle of wine.

Me: What’s the occasion Deola?

Deola: Nothing really. I just want us to eat.

Me: Eat? Eat what?

Deola: This.

She opened the package I brought along with her bag. In it was chicken laps and sausage. Wow! Nice combo. She serve us and I helped serve the wine. She was just all smiles and lively as we eat. After the meal, we just sat there looking at each other at intervals as we watched the TV. To heat things up a little and make it lively, I said,

Me: So, should I still expect you to pour some cold water on me, lock me outside and then allow me sleep on the floor?

Deola: Well, I am still thinking about it.

Me: Time is of the essence my lady. Besides, I am feeling sleepy already.

Deola: Feeling sleepy? Ok oo. Lest you tag me a wicked girl, go inside and sleep on the bed.

Me: No. I will rather sleep on the floor.

Deola: Not in my house. Go and sleep on the bed.

Me: I will only sleep on the floor woman. Besides, I won’t stand up from here unless you pour cold water on me and lock me outside.

Deola: Is that what you want?

Me: Yes.

Deola: Ok.

She went straight into the kitchen, opened her fridge and came back with a cold bottle water. I removed my wallet and phones off my pocket, removed my wrist watch too; I emptied myself save my cloths on. She came back with the water, stood before me and pose to pour the water on me. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the water but instead, something else happened. She pour all the water on herself from her shoulder downward. That made all body very wet and drenched. Then right there in front of me, she removed her wet cloth, leaving her with her pants and bra only. I just sat there with my mouth wide opened. She came closer to me and sat on my laps facing me. She wriggled and twisted all over me like a stripper. She held my head and whispered,

Deola: Don’t sleep on the floor. Don’t sleep on the bed. Rather, sleep on me. Let’s go inside sugar.

I am just remembering what happened to me that night cos I forgot myself totally. 8-)