Diary of a broke Naija playboy - S01 E32

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Diary of a broke Naija playboy - S01 E32

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

I think it’s time someone told these girls that even though boys will always be boys, they will always have someone special. And if he tells you that you are the one, do not stress it, because even though he may be lying, it could also be the truth. What am I saying sef, I’m even confusing myself.

Yes, because we are very likely to sleep with everything on skirt as long as it’s not underaged (underage turns some people on tho), and it’s got a big backside (my favorite), it simply does not mean we are madly in love with them, we will always reserve that special part of us for our special one, it could be true that the special one is you, it could also be false.

And apart from the ass, we do appreciate a great face because when we are over the the table with our friends, sharing some alcohol, we can’t possibly tell her to stand up so we can introduce her and her ass to our friends, it’s the face that gets all the attention. So no need fussing all over the place because your boo is hitting on a girl with some ass when you have the better face.

That was how Chinaza was bringing the roof down on me because Cynthia forgot her g-string in my room, ehen? So what? It’s only at this moment that whenever I remember that almost forgotten saga, I go gaga.

Although I don’t tell it to her that I’m mad over it, hehehe, if it was you, will you tell?

Now to the main thing..

Me and Chinaza decided we needed another little quarrel, don’t ask me why, I would have willingly told you if I remembered, it wasn’t about the wine she popped, it was actually over something insignificant, that wine wasn’t insignificant.

Meanwhile, our lodge borehole just went amok, it suddenly started running 24 hours a day, open or closed, the water just kept turning up like olamide’s turn up, our lodge almost experienced a mini flooding until unexpectedly, the water stopped. That was the beginning of water scarcity in our lodge.

We all sat at home, expecting the landlord to shake body, when the thing Clear us for eye was when we saw her daughter, Ngozi, a 16 year old unusually endowed girl, mind you, I’m not eyeing her, she is beautiful but I wasn’t eyeing her.

As I was saying, when we saw her pushing her brand new wheelbarrow to the public tap some distance away from our lodge, that was when it dawned on us that salvation was a little far away.

That morning, I was tired of wooing shape to get me a gallon of water each time, shape needed a new wooing for every favor you would like to ask her. I decided to follow her to the tap before preparing for school, I needed water for that purpose.

We walked abi dragged ourselves to the tap, shape caused heart attacks as she strode besides me, clad in her singlet that was lifting her boobs like a weightlifter, the boobs peeped over the top of the singlet in an enticing way. Her bumshots lapped to her laps and jingled each step she took.

Depending on how fast you walk, the journey from our lodge to the public tap takes around 3 minutes, well, me and shape, it took us 10 minutes. Trust me, you can’t be walking with Shape and like to walk fast, not when your left hand is clutching a gallon and your right hand clutching her booty. With her, you just can never get enough, if I can’t get down on that ass, I might as well rub off some blessings from it and she doesn’t mind.

Our entourage arrived at the pump and the queue there wasn’t just mad, it was raving. Shape took both our gallons and added it to the queue. I moved my self to a corner and made a sit out of piles of stone, just a little close to the lines of gallons. My phone was at home and there was nothing else I could do but sample the various types of assorted figures and shapes that came to fetch water.

I was doing just fine until one lady got closer to where I was, one fine plump lady with a booty that can back two 3 year old children effortlessly, that kind of booty that when you climb it, you will just hang on it and it wouldn’t bulge. She stole my attention from the rest, I even forgot about shape for a while where she was chatting away with some girls and drawing attention from the sex starved guys that littered the place.

The fair lady came closer to where I was and bent low, right in front of me to screw tight the cover of her gallon. She made it look like a tough job and spent a considerable amount of time on it, worst still, she faced me while she was at it and her robust boobs that had no iota of stretch mark dangled and smiled at me through the neck of her blouse. My mischievous d--k was already dangling along and I positioned and repositioned myself to avoid getting caught.

I must have been so engrossed in watching something that I can’t access that I didn’t notice when shaped came to where I sat and nearly shoved me off my make shift chair with her booty.

“Neche, I hope you know she is someone’s wife?” she whispered to me.

“Did I say I was looking at her?” I protested and she laughed.

“If you were not looking at her then how did you know who I was talking about?”

I swear shape is 30 percent beautiful and the other percent troublesome.

“I accept, I was looking, now can you let me look in peace after all you won’t allow me look at your own.”

She laughed and got up, shoved my head and went back to fetch our gallons, to my relief. But then, it was too late. The woman had already covered her gallon of water.

We fetched our gallons and I had to take the two of them, mine and hers, home. I was playing the superman while the only reward she gave me was chat away the remaining strength I had after carrying 2 jellycan’s of water.

I dragged my jellycan of water into my corridor and dropped it there, a very pleasant surprise awaited me as I bounced into my room.

Eva was there on my bed, relaxed like she was the one that paid that year’s rent for me and watching the T. V.

“Hey baby!” she screamed in a girly way when she saw me. She actually jumped on me from the bed. That girl is just too beautiful for my liking. As I held her up, packing up her ass with my arms and looking up at her face in the air, I just prayed shape wouldn’t intrude like she was notorious for.

I dropped her and the proper hugging commenced, that moment a nicki minaj replica would drop all her details on you and all your hormones would rush in affirmation that she was indeed hot. If only she knew what she did to me then.

“Neche did you forget me?” she asked.

“How can I? Is that one even possible?”

I was rubbing her body, trying to make my point clear, I don’t know if she was aware of what I missed about her, I just know that I needed that body very much, I could manage without the head.

She seemed to have forgotten about the condition she gave me before we could sex up again, the condition that it would only happen if we started dating.

Locking my door was the first priority then I flipped my shirt to where I didn’t know. I kept her pant carefully by the side though. Then our foreplay began, she was always ahead of me in that aspect. Before I could drop properly on the bed, she was already on my d--k, hounding on it. I pulled her up from there, I had better ideas.

I grabbed her lips with mine and licked it dry and then went for her rounded boobs, unpacking them from her bra and handling the nipples like they were some radio tuner. I massage the massive jugs and my d--k went harder while she moaned and called my name in a way that turned me on the more.

My adventurous fingers found it’s way down to her belly button and screeched to a brake at her coochie. They slopped down and went into the hole like some snake, she jerked and pinned my hand against her c--t. I made a few thrusts with my fingers and would have replaced them with my d--k if my phone didn’t ring.

We both peeped at the screen of my phone, probably to find out the intruder that was trying to mess up this lovely moment. Chinaza’s picture came up on the caller screen. I had to pick because she could give you 20 missed calls and still continue.

“So this is how you are, eh Chinecherem?” she shouted on the phone.

“Chinaza how am I?”

“Just because of a little quarrel, you decide you won’t call me again abi?”

“Shebi you said I shouldn’t call your phone again?”

“You didn’t even ask if I was joking,” she replied and I smiled.

“So you are missing me?” I asked.

“No I’m not, I’m on my way to your lodge shaa, that’s why I called you, keep something for me.”

The phone went dead before my brain could process the information she just dropped. On her way to my lodge could be that she was at the gate or already at my door.

Dj Khalid’s [h2]ANOTHER ONE[/h2] kept ringing in my head. I was about to get caught again and I didn’t even enjoy anything.

Eva just stared at me, she probably heard the call. Her problem wasn’t that she was on her way over, her problem was that she just remembered the condition she gave me before we could have sex again and the fact that my girl just called in the middle of our fun wasn’t helping matters.

She left before Naza came tho. But then, why was it hard for her to believe that she could be the one I’m really into? Although it was a lie, but how would she know.

And oh, I just remembered, the my quarrel with Naza was because she bluntly refused me a groupie with her friends on her birthday. I was drunk when I asked though.

But was that really insignificant?