Must Read: Strings And Web

6 years ago

Must Read: Strings And Web

Paul felt his heart skipped a beat. He thought he felt goose pimples develop rapidly on his skin.

He thought the cord to his brain got chopped, mashed, boiled, fried and chewed. Why would she be there!

Well, why wouldn’t he be? There, staring right at him was the subject of his deep fantasies: staring right him was the Sluut Jola called Anabelle.

He felt his eyes canvassed over her alluring body.
It seemed his eyes was trying to inform him of the effect that lady was stirring. He noticed the fashionable manner her hair was dressed, it seemed very attractive. His eyes took in the beauty of her straight subtle and fresh legs which her Knee-halted gown seemed to expose.

She seemed very beautiful. He wondered how someone this way would be a Bytch, a Sluut. But what a Sluut!

She looked like a Diva, a trance inducing Diva.

The one he wouldn’t mind shouldering a thousand responsibilities for. His mind wondered how he hadn’t met her there before only to recall, this was his first trip to this supermarket.
On going out with Jolade, Flowers had always seemed the ideal ‘brought along’ but just a little spicing up mixed this up.

He felt a severe burning in his loins. He thought he felt his Cöck going hard, really hard. He thought he tried moving but failed. He thought his legs had quit functioning as he felt they were stuck at the spot he was. He thought he couldn’t move.

He felt his legs had developed a mind distinct from his. He felt they were acting self-willed.

He was still starring with eyes wide opened, and his lips a little bit unpouted. He felt like he was in a trance, a powerful one until a feminine angelic voice prodded him out of his reverie and it seemed, he regained composure.

“Mr. ….?” he found himself, just a few inches away from her, just a few inches that seperated him from Anabelle.

“What?” he thought he heard his Heart damned. How could he get there!

“Mr. ….?” He heard the voice prod again.
It was cheery and calm. It provided an assurance, though what type, he couldn’t decipher.

He saw her face radiating with light. She was smiling, with her seemingly idle hand stretched for a shake. Jolade was indeed right!
“Paul,” He solved the riddle. “And you’re Anabelle, right?”
“Yeah! So, how’s Jola doing?” he saw her smile cheerily again, bringing a set of tantalizing dimples to an appreciative spotlight.

“She’s okay, you?” he replied.

“I’m okay too,” she replied and he heard her phone beep.

He knew that beep well enough; it was that of a text indicator. She excused herself and extricated her cell from her mini bag.

He studied her as she read the text. She seemed calm, bold, and charming altogether. She wasn’t the shy type.

“I’ll have to go now, Mr. Paul,” her voice brought him out of his thoughts. It seemed she could be labelled a rescusitor. In no time, she was out after settling her bills.

“Hoping to see you again! Will get your number when You come visit with Jola!” he heard her yell from outside. “Bye,” she waved and he felt his hand reciprocated the gesture.

As Anabelle hopped into her car and drove off, he just couldn’t ease his eyes off her. Funny how people change when you see them differently. Now, he knew she wasn’t a Sluut; he definitely had no chance with her.

But as he watched her drive away, a sudden new feeling flew into him. It wasn’t lust. It was something far more than that. It was ecstasy.
Sublime ecstacy.

“Grr grr grr grr,” his cell rang out. It was Jolade.

Jolade alighted from her Car in a seemingly dry way. She pursed the door and walked briskly towards her office.

“Ekaro Ma (Good morning ma),” a young guy that seemed like the gate handler greeted her.

“Karo o, Bawo ni? (Morning, whats up?)” she replied and managed to let out a dry awkard smile.

“Dada ni ma (Everything’s fine)” she heard him reply and she made to leave. “Egbe oko yin wole ni? (You aren’t taking your car in?)”

“Mmm Akin, I just came for a short visit. Now, let me go,” she intonated.

“Okay Ma,” the young man conjured.

She left him and walked in the company’s main door and from the side of her eye, it seemed Akin would ‘kill’ just for her, judging by the way he stared at her.

“Hey, long time lady!” a colleague pointed out, it seemed like a long time colleague.

“Yeah Segun. How’s it been?”, she replied, in a voice that she felt was croaky.

It seemed she wanted to get over with her visit already.

“Fine dear. You look stunning! Good gracious! I missed this sight already,” the fellow called Segun seemed to complement and she thought she felt a tingling s£nsat!on caressing her veins.

“Thank you!” she reciprocated. “I’ve to go now,”.

“Okay, see you before you leave!”

She felt a familiar sense of awareness within her.
Segun had always been her long time admirer.
He was really good with words. He always knew how to get her blushing. But notwithstanding, she thought she felt nothing for him, or maybe not much rather.

She felt maybe she looked stunning enough.
Dressed in a pink shirt over a black trouser, it seemed it was all was required to make men go haywire, some men though. She came upon her Boss’s office and it seemed she got startled a bit. She heaved and made a sign of the cross, probably to rid her mind of any conflicting thought.

Last night hadn’t been different from the couple past ones. She hadn’t been able to get a nice sleep all through. She kept pondering over the ongoing issues. Her supposed date last night had failed. When she called Paul to decipher the situation, she felt his voice was somewhat laced with grief, maybe not grief but it definitely reflected something she couldn’t decipher, maybe something shady. He sounded unwell and she had even called to cancel the date, it was something that had a mutual backing, atleast she felt that was how it seemed. During the night, she had been able to figure out what she felt was the best option. She felt going back to work wasn’t the best option now, she hadn’t been able to pull through everything yet, she felt. Her rent was still a long way to be dued, she had just utilized six months out of her Two years rent. So, she felt she was good to go.

“What a suprise! Jola!” her Boss’s voice prodded her.