Must Read: Awkward Ways I Met Girls

7 years ago

Must Read: Awkward Ways I Met Girls

At 12noon, I buzzed Ifeanyi and told him I was coming. I bought a bottle of rum. When I got there, Tunde was up there again, playing game.

I went and poured half glass full of some cognac.

Femi came with his girl but they soon left with Ifeanyi to Femi’s place.

I was left with Tunde. So I called Vera and asked if and where they were going to chill in the evening, she then asked where I was, I told her. And asked if she intended to come. She said she would come. So I asked if she was coming with Vicky.

No, she said.

When she came, not long after Josh came. I called Vicky and asked to come over if she was less busy. She was responding positively when Vera signalled that I gave her the phone. I did.

She held the phone close to her mouth and walked into the kitchen. A moment later, she came out and handed my phone back.
About thirty minutes later, Vicky came. She was stunning. Vicky looked absolutely stunning. She was all smiles. And those smiles did something to system. This was one beautiful girl. I was sitting on the couch when she appeared at the door, so I had a clear view of the dead gorgeous lady from my vantage point.

Her wear was fitting so all the necessary outlines were highlighted.

I swallowed hard as signals were sent to my downstream sector. And my energy department kindled alive!

Maybe she didn’t noticed my lingered eyes or she pretended to ignore it, but one thing was sure, my full attention had been caught by Vicky’s net.

And yes, she was absolutely what I call De la Creme…

Her curves were in perfect order and for the first time since I met Vicky, I felt an urge to make love to her. The urge was as live as a Unclad wire.

Looking at her was generating pulses my transformer might not be able to endure for long.

Konji na bastard o!

I was even beginning to perspire o. But I gave it a second thought and decided to be patient, for I knew the pleasures I will find therein with patience will be far sweeter when she’s ready to receive me.

Lol.

We played, joked and enjoyed the remainder part of the sunday. We were getting closer by now.
I could hold her in suggestive ways and she didn’t frown at it.

I got flirty with her. And the evening was really going smooth when we heard a knock on the door. Tunde’s father.
The poor boy was visibly shaken. Tunde bolted past him in a flash.

He asked for Ifeanyi. Ifeanyi had gone out. The man gave me a long hard stare and started to say stuff. About how we are spoiling his son, teaching you how to drink and womanize. I just laughed inside of me:

WTF? Should I chase ur son back when he wants to have fun? Or do I look like Ifeanyi to you?
But I didn’t want to be rude to him, so I just kept quiet.

Instead I heard
“Sir you are the best person to stop Tunde from coming here. He only enjoys the games”
Like he had a rethink, he kept quiet of a sudden, turned around and left.

Hmmm… Quite a confident girl Vicky is.

Soon as I closed the door behind the man, Vera gave a very long hiss
“Mtscheeeeeew”
So long was the hiss that I’m sure it followed him home. Lol.

I became more curious about Vicky. She was respectfully confident.

I had tried to ask her to come, but Vera had only spoken for barely a minute and she was here thirty minutes later.

“Vicky can you help me micro the rice?, please?” I said to her
She hesitated with an awkward look on her face.
“Vera can help you do that. I’m not familiar with things around here”

“Yeah. I saw Vera when I asked you. If you needed a hand, you could have asked me”
Vera busted into a hysterical laughter
“Na wa for this love o. So two of una wan go cook ba?”
Vicky was laughing too. I just got up and took her by the hand and pulled her up. She stood up. And I pulled her to the kitchen. I pulled her along behind me meant that I entered the kitchen first and immediately I turned round and before Vicky realized what hit her, she found my arms round her. And before she could protest what it was about, I went at her and kiss her.

A brief kiss. Yet conveyed everything. She had the most delicate lips yet. She didn’t kiss back per se, maybe out of shock. When I broke off the kiss, she just stood there, confused.

I released her from my arms, reach into the fridge and brought out the rubber bowl of rice and another bowl of stew, pointed to the micro and left the kitchen without looking back. Not a word came from her.
I went back into the living room.

As if nothing happened, I cheerfully asked
“Who else is eating, Vicky will be done soon”
We waited o. After a minute or so, nobody heard any sounds of things happening in the kitchen.
Vera must have noticed too cos she said
“Are sure Vicky wants anybody to eat at all”
I immediately stood up and went into the kitchen
“Do you need help? I assist in the kitchen o” I was saying
Vicky was just standing at the sink, looking down at the rice. So I went closer and touched her by the shoulder from the back.

She didn’t turn. But raised her head.

I turned her round to face me, but she wouldn’t face me. I embraced her in a hug and she simply melted into my embrace.

While one hand curved round her holding her, the other hand raised her chin and gently I planted a soft kiss on her lips. I looked at her as I kissed her, her eyes were closed while we kissed. She held the sides of my shirt.
Again, I broke off the kiss, and said
“Before they catch us”
I left her and went to put the bowl of rice and the stew in the micro and turned it on.
Vicky still didn’t face me. I didn’t seem to understand her, she was so quiet. It looked as though she had been wanting it or something. I couldn’t decipher.

I stood there in the kitchen with her until the micro’s timer rang off. I brought the things and by this time, she came around and took the things from me and served into plates. I carried off one plate.
A moment later, she came out from the room with two other plates in hand. Vera took one.
All through the remainder of the evening Vicky was unusually quiet.
Kissing is a prelude to many things ahead. But one thing with a partner who kisses you before s*x is that there’s a higher level of likeness. If a guy wanted you for strictly s*x, he’d not stress himself forming a loverboy by kissing you. Neither will an immature guy waste his time kissing. He would get the fvck he needs and move on to the next best thing.
But I didn’t just kiss her, but tenderly. It probably rocked her world a bit. She ate in silence and from nowhere, Vera said
“Stag, are you sure you didn’t do anything to Vicky in that kitchen? Na wa oh.. This one she is this quiet”
I couldn’t respond. I didn’t know how to.
Instead, Vicky was laughing and trying to suppress it as if nothing happened.

Winch Vera.

Rest of the evening went by. She left soon after eating and thirty minutes later, I called her to know what’s up with her and if she was okay.

Positive.

I didn’t know I was about to encounter one of the loveliest and softest womanliness nature had to offer…