Thanks for the overwhelming responses we’ve gotten from Part 1 to 10, which has been
explosive, providing thrills, many yet expected, fantasies brought to light.
Giving a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment all at once.
4 Girls, 4 Guys, 1 Weekend captures the lives of four friends, who met
while on service in Lagos.
Let me Re-introduce you to the four ladies in our story; since we’ve
been away: Bimpe is “the mother hen”, Koyin is “the daddy’s girl”,
and Amanda is “the bitch” while Sandra is the “queen bitch”
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He held my hand until we heard, 'Ping', the door
landed on the twentieth floor and the door opened. He stood up and drew me
along with him. I took my pants from the floor, put it in my purse and stumbled
after him. He opened his office door with his card and we went in. I cleared my
throat and asked him, 'Gbh-gbh, please where's the restroom'. 'Come,
I'll show you'. I took his extended hand and he led me to the toilet.
We both cleaned up as best as we could and went back to his office. He picked
some files from the table and said, 'Let's go home babe'. He came
around his table, drew me up from the chair, pecked me and circled my waist
with his right hand while he carried the files in his left hand, we walked out,
side by side. In the elevator, I tried to rearrange my hair and clothe when it
occurred to me that the elevator might have a camera. I turned blue as I
panicked. He noticed immediately and asked what was wrong. 'Camera', I
said pointing at the top right angle of the elevator. 'Fear not, this is an
executive elevator, the camera is controlled from within, I switched it off
when we got in', he said smiling at me. 'Were you scared we might have
given Mr Kola some views?' He asked, 'Yes', I replied. He moved
closer to me, drew me into his arms and kissed my forehead. 'I can never do
that to my girlfriend', he said. There is that word again 'girlfriend'.
I wonder why I my heart jumps every time he calls me his girlfriend.
I wrapped
my hands around his waist and I closed my lips on his lips and kissed him
softly. He crushed me tighter to his body and we kissed and kissed. We went
tongue, lips and teeth. It was the most gentle kiss I've ever given or
received. It was not of passion or lust; it was of reassurance, friendship and
kindness. I felt adored and protected. 'Ping', the elevator landed on
the grand floor and opened. We stopped kissing slowly. He didn't release me
immediately. He looked into my eyes as if searching for something in my
soul. He sighed and hugged me before we walked out of the elevator hand in
hand. Mr Kola was by the door to open it for us. 'Oga, good night, nice
meeting you madam', 'Nice meeting you too Mr kola', I smiled back my
greetings. 'See you on Monday Mr Kola', said Habib. We walked hand in
hand to where he parked his car earlier. He opened the passenger side for me
and closed the door after I sat down. I watched as he walked around the car to the
driver’s side. He climbed into the car, started the engine and clicked his seat
belt into place as I clicked mine too. He smiled that his enchanting smile and
I couldn't help but bent over to give him a peck. 'Home is just ten
minutes away, should we go somewhere to hang out first or you wanna go home?', he
asked me. It was at this period I yawned I tried to stiffen it but it decided
to come out, 'Ouuhghhh', I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. 'Let's
go home, I'm a bit tired', I replied, 'I was hoping you did say that,
I'm tired myself'.
We drove to his
home discussing him and his work. He got to a gate and horned, the gate man
came to open the gate, he drove in. We got down and he helped me with my
luggages. 'Welcome to my humble abode', he said as I set my foot into
his house. I looked around, sighed and said, 'There's nothing humble about
this house! It's flamboyant, breathtaking and beautiful.' 'Wow, you just made
me fall more in love with my home! Come on, let's drop you bags in the bedroom
so I can show you around'. We climbed a spiral staircase that gave you a
view of the sitting room. I've always heard about 'master bedroom' but this is
the first time I’ll be in one! This room was to spacious and the bed was so
big. The room was so neat and well arranged. It was like he knew I had a
weakness for neat men. 'Your house keeper is doing a great job because I
know you are not the one cleaning this house', I said and he laughed into
my face. 'Let me show you around so you won't get lost', he told me. He
showed me the whole house and it was bigger than I thought or than it looked.
By the time we got back to the bedroom I was really tired. 'Do you want
anything to drink?', 'Yes please, water'. I went into the bathroom; I
stripped myself of my cloth and got into the shower. I soaped myself and
started bathing. I rinsed my soapy face and the first thing I saw was Habib
standing by the doorway looking at me.
I pretended as
if I didn't see him and started to bath erotically. 'Hmmm, tempting', he
said as he walked towards the enclosed shower. He opened the shower door and
kept staring at me, I kept on bathing. I bent low to my midriff, washing my
legs. I heard movement from behind, like he was getting ride of his clothes, I
didn't look but I stood up from my tempting position still backing him. I
sensed his body heat before I felt his hand touched my back. He took the sponge
from and and started scrubbing my back gentle. While he was bathing me, we had
the most serious conversation of a bathroom. 'Sandra, I'm a playboy', he
said and my heart broke. He turned me around to face him; I looked at my feet
unable to meet his gaze. Usually I wouldn't care because I'm a player myself
and I don't fall in love, so, why am I feeling hurt? 'I'm telling you
this because you are special', he said and my face shot up. 'Yes Sandra,
you are special. No girl has ever entered my office; they always wait at the
reception. Very few of them knows my house but none have stepped into this
room, it has always been the guest room. I've never been compelled to get into
the shower with any girl, unless I want to fuck her but you, you Sandra, you I
want to take everywhere. I'm in this shower with you but all I'm doing is
bathing you'. He dropped the sponge and turns the water faucet on. He drew
my under the water not minding my hair. I didn't mind myself, isn't that why I
spend so much money on "Brazilian hair".
He parted the
hair away from my face and cuddle my face between his hands. The water washed
away the soap on my body, still we held each other gaze. He drew my face nearer
and kissed my forehead. He hugged me and came under the shower with me. We were
in this intimate position for over five minutes until I became cold. I shivered
against him, he closed the water faucet. We stepped out of the shower and he
told me to wait. I went to his room and came back with three towels. He wrapped
one around his waist, wrapped one around me and the last one around my head. We
went into his room hand in hand. I saw immediately that his bedside table has
been lighted with two candles and a bottle of white wine was on the table. I looked
up at him, our gaze locked and we both smiled. I sat on a chair and he sat
opposite me. The A.C in is room was getting to my bones so I told him. He went
into his walk-in wardrobe and came back with a white, soft, fur robe, a hairbrush,
weave-on serum and a handheld hair drier. I took the robe from him and slowly
dropped the towel to my feet. I made an erotic show of putting the robe on. I
tied it loosely around me; making sure a great deal on my breast was showing. I
sat down and looked up at him, my face in a sexy expression. 'Par, par,
par', he clapped and said, 'what a show. I surely enjoyed it. Now if you
are done tempting me, may I dry your hair?' I unwrapped the towel around my
head and he got behind me. He plugged the drier an started drying my hair like
an expect.
'Why don't you pour
some wine for yourself and enjoy my hairdressing services'. I did as
he suggested and pour myself some wine. I watched the T.V as he dried my hair
but my mind drifted to other things. I was in deep thoughts. What's going on
Sandra? Are you going soft? Is it because the guy had said sweet words to you
or is it because he's dring your hair? Sandy baby! Eooo, you don enter one
chance! 'A penny for your thoughts', I heard and I
snapped out of my trance. He came and sat opposite me and pour some wine for
himself too. I touched my hair and it was completely dried, from root to tip. I
smiled and said, 'Can I ask you something?', 'Yes please do', he
replied. 'How come you have all this female things at home, most importantly,
how do you know how to dry my hair?' I asked and my heart began to beat
faster. What if the response was something I don't wish to know or hear. 'I
would be lying to you if I say I haven't done this before but it's not to
another girl. I've a baby sister who's so troublesome but whom I love pieces,
she's mostly here with me when she's on holiday. She taught me forcefully how
to dry her hair after she might have gone swimming without a shower cap. I just
grow to enjoy drying her hair; at least I get to listen to juicy gossips'. It
wasn't until he stopped talking did I know I held my breath. I breathed a sign
of relief. We talked more about his sister whom it was obvious he loves and she
adored him. Mariam was her name. I told him a bit about my family too, which I
must say I don't do!
'Let's hit the
bed baby, I'm tired', Habib told me, extending his hand to me. 'Ok, but
let me brush my teeth first', I said. He looked at me quizzically and
asked, 'Do you brush every night?', 'Yes', I replied. 'As a matter of
fact, I'll like you to brush your teeth too. It's not that your mouth smells
but can you imagine how fresh your breath will be in the morning if you brush
your teeth at night? I like to kiss, but only if the breath is clean', I
said and winked at him. 'Hmmm, so you won't kiss me if I don't brush?', he
asked. I shook my head. 'Ok oo, anything for you babe', he said and
started brushing his teeth. We watched each other in the mirror as we brushed.
It was a very intimate experience. He brought his face close to my nose and
breathed in my face, 'Clean enough for your highness?' He asked and I
kissed his teeth, ran my tongue across his teeth and kissed his lips. 'Hmmm,
I think that answers my question!'. After we brushed our teeth I told him
to go ahead that I wanted to ease myself. He left me alone. The truth is that I
was wet from just watching him in the mirror; I need to clean up and get rid of
the wetness between my thighs. I sat on the closet and cleaned my honeypot with
water; I dried it with a soft towel. I dipped my hand in my honeypot, it was
dry, I took the finger to my nose, it smell good, I then put it in my mouth, I
sucked on it, it tasted good. I got rid of my robe and towel around my head. I
combed my hair and walked into the bedroom naked.
He was on the
phone talking when I entered, 'your wahala too much, you too like money, I
go...', he stopped talking as I walked in. I was naked except for the gold
waist-chain around my tiny waist. I stood there at the bathroom entrance, just
some few meters into the dark bedroom. The light from the bathroom silhouetted
my frame; even I knew I was sexy and captivating. He said in hoarse voice into
the phone, 'Sis, I'm here, but please let me call you tomorrow, I need to
go', he said and dropped his phone. We didn't take each other’s eyes off
each other. I walked to the bedside and smiled at him. Without taking his eyes
off me or saying anything, he raised up the duvet, and I climbed into bed
beside him.
Written By Olatorera - @sexitee03
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