Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

6 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

I was waiting gleefully to hear what Willie had to say about shape being pregnant but then Willie was just Willie. One carefree guy with not a care in the world. He is only worried when two things happen to him. He is broke and he has no K!ttyC@t to ram.

“What did she vomit? An antelope?” he had asked when I told him about shape vomiting everything she had eaten since her mother birthed her.

“Why won’t she vomit when she kept drinking the water from our hostel well after I had told her to use pure water.”

And that solved it. The chic was only sick from drinking well water which was infected with a dead dog. The dog had decayed inside it and many other people who drank the water like shape were either wooing chemists or having a field day in their various toilets.

Shape had never been so relieved in her entire life, she actually preferred drinking a decayed dog infested water to being pregnant, well, who wouldn’t.

She decided she needed some break, to calm her frayed nerves and guess where she was going to calm the nerves. Well, Willie was more than willing to help her calm those nerves.

So it was back to being me and James in the lodge with Chinecherem in between us. She was glowing and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I tried to shaa but she had this way of making me not to. She was rather getting on James nerves with her talkativeness.

He complained that she even talked in between kisses. That was her only flaw.

She was smart too and intelligent to an average. At least she wrote her jamb without help and scored 149. It was her first jamb by the way. Her Jamb result was one of the reasons she had refused to go home earlier.
Her friends would laugh her to stupor for her score, she had bragged about how she would trash jamb and maybe score 450 over 400.
You know as she is mouthed.

School was getting a sort of dry lately. I think everyone was getting tired of being students, just like me. Only that there were no much babes to party with. Only the nerdy ones.
James was on his away match things, leaving me and Chinecherem. She kept talking me into anger and talking me out of it. In the end, you can’t just help but sit down and listen.

At least, the whole place was lively with her there.

So on one sunny Tuesday like that, Shape wasn’t back from calming her nerves yet and James was out with a girl he had just met. It was just me around, lying on my bed and basking in the euphoria of loneliness and boredom. Staring at the ceiling and counting from 1 to 100 and back and hoping nepa would bring light at the count of 50 or 60 or 70 or 100. Just then, Chinecherem came back from where she had gone to eat down a guy that had just hooked her up. She came in, chewing loudly at her gum and humming into my bored ears. I was glad she came back, I needed a bit of her noise.

she was on a pink gown and black sneakers.
Her butt0ckz shot out of her back in a way that would make you want to rock her and her b0s0m were ripe for plucking.

She came in clutching a black bulky waterproof. She dropped it on the table and sat beside me on the bed.

“How are you?” she asked me and I nodded a fine. She rubbed my bare chest and smiled. I wished she would just s£duce me because I was too weak to initiate a foreplay plus I was scared she was a virgin.

“I am hungry,” she announced, looking round the whole room.

“I thought someone took you out.”

She hissed and lay beside me, rubbing her body against mine.

“Just one shawama and the guy was doing face like he wants to cry.”

“So you ate shawama and you came back here to say you are hungry?”

“It wasn’t enough naa and I really want to eat indomie,” she sang out and I hissed.

“Well, I bought you yogurt,” she announced and I smiled for the first time that day. She ran to the table and came back with the black waterproof. She refused to hand it over, insisting that I take the first sip from her hand. Well I did and she poured the stuff all over my mouth. I was going to lick it up myself if she hadn’t kissed me and did mouth.

I was going to lick it up myself if she hadn’t kissed me and did it herself. I watched her with surprise, it was the first time she was doing that.

We stared at each other for a long while. She had a smile on her face and I had a frown on mine.

“What?” she asked.

“What did you do?”
“I only licked the yogurt.”

“I pray so, don’t lick it again, I have a big tongue.”

We got back to drinking the yogurt, taking a sip after each other and when it finished. Our romance too ended.

“Why don’t you like me?” she asked all of a sudden.

“Who said I don’t like you?”

“I know you like me but it’s not that type that I mean,” she said and smiled shyly.

“What type?” I asked.

“Love. The type that.”

I watched her and shook my head.

“Do you know that pregnant girl, Chinaza?” I asked her and she nodded.

“She will just kill you if she finds out that you are trying to chyke me, ask shape about her.”

She replied me in a way that I wasn’t expecting. She threw herself into my hands and got on with licking the rest of the yogurt on my mouth. Funny thing was I actually let her do it. I too engaged myself in licking off hers. We kissed for a long time before we stopped. I was aroused already. I tore down her zipper and she crawled out of the gown, standing before me, clad only in her bra and pant. Her figure firm and her b0s0m robust. She was what we called the tip of a fresh pumpkin leaf. Not much tapped.