Dial - Season 1 - Episode 69

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 69

And so I poured her some drink, and sat on the rich and expensive rug in front of her open thighs, and I leaned my head back.

She drank, and poured more drink, and all the time her sweet hands moved through my white hair, and the tail of the comb drew lines in my hair…and that sweet lady braided my hair in cornrows.

Bottom line…it was the sweetest thing I had ever experienced with any woman, aside the sex. It was comfortable, it was natural, and above all, I enjoyed every second of it. My eyes were closed, and finally she leaned back and rotated her head slowly to get the kinks out of her neck.

“I’m done now, Yao,” she said softly. “The bottle is empty, your hair is nicely-done, and I feel tired and sleepy. I think I’ll turn in now.”
I still leaned my head back on her lower tummy.
“You drunk?” I asked softly.

“More than a palm wine beetle,” she said, and we both chuckled, and right about that moment the atmosphere changed.

She was incredibly beautiful, and I was emotionally-shattered. Alone, drunk and in very close contacts with each other, it was suddenly a scenario I was very familiar with.
But I hesitated.

I had to tell myself that this was no ordinary girl.
This was the sister of Nana b0s0mba we were talking of…the sister of the world’s most wicked man, and under the earth. That was something I could not lose sight of, and so I didn’t make any move.

Even when her hands dangled down my shoulders and rested lightly on my chest, I didn’t make any move to hold them. Eventually, she shifted and pushed my shoulders gently.
“Can I get up now?” she asked softly.
I leaned forward and leveraged myself up, and then I gave her my hand. She held it, and I pulled her to her feet.

We stood looking at each other.
“Thank you for everything, Dede,” I said gently.
She was all woman as she looked at me, her eyes soft, her lips full and wet, her cheeks rosy. At that particular moment, it didn’t seem to me that I barely knew her. It didn’t seem to me that this was just about the second time I had seen her, or that she might have someone already in her life.

At that moment in time, she touched something deep down in me that no other girl had ever been able to touch. There was an emotional chord somewhere inside me that was jangling at that very particular moment, a poignant and powerful ambience that was both bitter and sweet at the same time.

I reached for her and put my hands on her waist.
I felt her stiffen, and she exhaled sharply. Her eyes were fixed on my chest.
“No, Yao,” she whispered tremulously. “It wouldn’t be right, not for the memory of Akos. A flippant relationship that doesn’t mean anything will be an insult to Akos, and believe me, I loved my niece very much.”
“Then don’t let it be flippant, Dede,” I whispered tremulously as the thought of sweet Akos of Wowo flashed through my mind’s eye. “Let it be something meaningful. Let’s do something crazy, Dede. Let’s get married!”
She looked up at me, her eyes wide, shiny and emotional.

“You’re joking, right?” she asked.
The truth was, I didn’t know whether I was joking at that very moment or not. I had never ever in my life mentioned marriage to any living woman and meant it. Sure, I had used it as a last resort – like I did in the case of Akos – but I had never meant it, no.

But, looking into the beautiful gentle face of Dede, I suddenly felt like doing something crazy, indeed. Maybe it was because of the terror-level of living which Nana b0s0mba had slammed me into, and maybe it was because I was feeling so vulnerable and lonely, but I really wanted to do it.
She had been able to organize my house and myself in the short time she had been around, and she was such great company.

The only girl who had braided my hair into cornrows!

“Let’s do it, Dede,” I murmured against her cheek. “Yes, let’s get married.”
“Yao,” she whispered, and then I drew her close, and when her head lifted, whether with protest or acquiescence, I would never know, but I claimed her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss.
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