Tolani - S01 E08

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Tolani - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

“Yoruba?” Chimaobi’s father asked surprisingly and turned to Chimaobi.

“O onye ofe mmanu ki choro?(Is it a Yoruba lady that you want for yourself? Odikwa egwu.”

“As far as you love her and feel you both can spend the rest of your lives together, it is good. Isn’t it Nke m” his dad asked the mom.

“Sure, tribal differences shouldn’t stand as a barrier to your union. What matters is compatibility and love.” She supported, and I felt my heart drop in relief.

“Thanks so much, sir, thanks so much, ma, for the acceptance.”

“I would prefer you call me ‘mom’, sweetheart.” His mom begged.

“I’ve always wanted a female child, here you are.” She continued.

“Myself inclusive!” His dad said, and we all laughed.

Chimaobi’s mother was everything of love. The way she treated me like I was her baby.

“Be careful, child. Don’t give yourself a cut.” She begged when I helped her in the kitchen, slicing some vegetables.

Chimaobi’s siblings weren’t home, they all were in school outside of Abuja.

His mom showed me around after we had eaten. Their backyard was fairly big. There was a little slide door in the dining room that led to a dark brown deck.

We got back to the sitting room, and she showed me to my room.

“This is where you would stay, okay?”

Later in the evening, Chimaobi and his dad got talking for what seemed like 5 hours. We barely talked since we visited.

I had gone to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, I became nervous and when I came back in, I tripped over and broke a glass cup.

My eyes popped out immediately.

“Oh! Sweet Lord, come here.” His mom, looked and examined my body.

Chimaobi was already beside me, looking at me.

“Any injury?” He asked, alarmed.

“No, please. So sorry…” I tried to apologize.

“No, don’t you worry. Thank God you are good.” She said, asking me to sit down.

“Sorry about this, Ada m” came his father’s voice.

The love was so good to be real.

“No wonder Chimaobi is so loving because everything about their home is lovely.”

About after 9 at night, his mom asked me to go into my room when I’m ready.

“I’m ready to sleep” she said, as she walked to her husband, kissed his lips and touched his head, excusing herself.

Chimaobi and his dad were busy playing games in the sitting room. I got tired too and went into my room to bathe.

After bathing, I had my night wear on. It was a transparent pink night wear Chimaobi got for me. I just shut the door without using the key, hoping Chimaobi would come in for us to gist.

I waited for Chimaobi to come, so we could talk because we barely talked alone since we visited. I was by his mother’s side all through.

I picked up my phone and sent my mom a message.

“Would you love me to be married anytime soon?” Sending the message on WhatsApp, but she wasn’t online. It was passed 10pm.

I needed someone to talk to at that point. Someone to confide in. I just wanted to be in Chimaobi’s arms to relax my anxious nerves. I had always feared his parents won’t accept me, I was surprised to still find some traces of fears after acceptance.

I became bored, and lonely, looking at the ceiling, and dialed Ruth’s number, but she wasn’t picking up.

I clunked to my pillow wishing I was in Maobi’s house, not in his parent’s house, so we could make out. I just needed him to relax me.

I slid my hand between my legs, and felt some warmth. I clunked to my pillow again, pushed my face into the soft fabric of the pillow, breathing in and pausing between each exhalation and hitting my legs on the bed.

I became sleepy, lonely, and cold until I slept off.

I crashed on the bed sleeping, when I felt a hand slipped through my dress.

I still had sleepy eyes. I turned around and it was Chimaobi.

He whispered into my ears and cuddled me from behind.

“I’ve missed you so much, Iyawo mi.”

“Jeez! What are you doing her”

“Shhh! I know you have missed me. It’s been 4 days since we made out. You’ve been busy with school. Just a quicky. My parents are fast asleep. I had to wait for them to sleep.” He whispered.

“Don’t be a jerk, Obi. I am in your parents’ house. That’s disrespectful.” I cautioned.

“Bae, please. Nothing disrespectful here. Mom and dad are fast asleep. Please…” He said again.

Not like I didn’t want to, but I was scared of his parents. His mom’s frowns at premarital sex, doing it in her house was a no for me, but Chimaobi would not listen.

The glint I got in his eyes was irresistible. My mind strayed to everything involving sex.

With those few strokes and a few wild thoughts of sex, my body got fired.

“I don’t want to do this here. We can go out tomorrow and catch some fun in a hotel.”

But he stroked my chest and my collar bones reacted.

“Babe, please. Don’t do this, not here.” But it was like I was cheering him more.

He traveled the tips of his fingers up the side of my neck, and my body didn’t feel the same again, but it still felt good.

“Can you stop this?” I begged him more, but he ran his hands through my hair, brushing my thumb over, taking my fingers into his.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife, so I could stop having the guilt of touching you.” He spoke softly that my whole body shook.

I realized my hips were moving, the wetness between me made my mouth sour.

“Babe, can you stop this? You are getting me weak.” I rolled across the pillow as my toes curled. I nipped, rolled and squeezed myself, trying to make myself feel all those things he made me feel.

I rested my palms against the wall, and he let his fingers resumed their trail up to my legs.

I was shaking with anticipation, but he kept teasing me.

When his fingers pushed up against my transparent dress, Chimaobi said,

“I can’t wait to give you a mini us. I can’t wait to see her grow.” I felt the wetness of my desire soaked into the bedsheet.

He tucked his fingers under the wet bedsheet and between my throbbing self. I gasped loudly and squirmed, but still kept my hands on the wall.

“I thought maybe you don’t want this. Just pretending?” he whispered into my ear.

“No, don’t stop anymore,” I echoed as his fingers found my navel and massaged around it.

He worked his other hand down my chest. finding my breasts, he nipped with ease and pulsing his finger as he sped the rhythm of his fingers between my legs.

At that point, I had lost control of where I was or who I was that I screamed so loud.

He immediately covered my lips.

“What are you doing? Why are you shouting?”

“Please, don’t stop.” I begged him.

“But you are shouting.”

“I can’t help it. I won’t again. Just go on.” I said, panting as the pressure built.

“There is so much danger of being caught, doing this in the middle of the night. Control yourself.” He said and resumed again.

“Please, go in.” I begged him.

After a while, he slowly got inside me and I cried out so loud again.

That was Chimaobi second time of penetrating me. It was still painful. I wasn’t used to that. We could make love all the time, but we didn’t penetrate.

“Can you stop shouting?” He said, pissed.

“It’s painful.” I said.

“Then, let’s stop, then.” He said angrily, getting down from me.

“ What do you mean? You started it. Didn’t you know I was going to shout before coming into this room? Did I not tell you to leave it until tomorrow? Oh! Please, get out.” I said, annoyed.

“How dare you say that to me?” He looked at me.

I turned to the other side of the bed, giving him my back.

“I am talking to you, Tolani.” He pulled me back.

“Leave me alone!” I slapped his hands.

“ I feel like slapping you, but the thing is I don’t know what would remain of you if I do that. Watch the way you talk to me.” He said, picking his Pajamas.

“You put me on and leave me on the road and expect me to be fine?”

“You can’t control yourself. You must shout. Everything is about you. How about me” He said, showing his boner, complaining.

I became furious, angry at him for not listening to me from the start, angry at him for expecting me not to shout and for switching me on and leaving me when I needed him.

I felt the lump of wrath in my throat and I began to cry.

“Now, why are you crying? Always shedding tears even when you are at fault” He said again, and I cried the more.

“I don’t have your time.” He hissed and angrily left.

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Who is at fault between Chimaobi and Tolani?

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©️ Esther Charles (The Storytelling Diva)