Surprisingly, Ms. Jumoke and I still shared a ride to the gym that Saturday. But it was back to the adult-to-child conversations. I guess we were going to pretend like that night never happened. But the awkwardness between us was almost palpable.
“Do you need a spot on the squat rack?” I asked.
“No thanks. I should be good.”
Great. Now the rest of our time in her house was going to be weird. I wish I could go back in time and just have things how they used to be. The next day at church, the sermon must have been inspired.
“The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak!” the pastor’s voice echoed throughout the chapel, “The natural man is full of carnal desires. But we must not give in to sin.”
He spoke of our lustful desires as fallen creatures and how the spirit of God could help us to forsake them. Occasionally I looked over at Ms Jumoke. Once or twice I thought she was looking at me too, but she looked away so quickly that I couldn’t be sure.
The next week I was raking the backyard. I had my shirt off, trying to beat the heat and get some rays at the same time. The grass felt good on my bare feet. Ms Jumoke stepped out the front door and looked like she was about to say something to me.
“Please don’t forget that tomorrow is sanitation. I’m going out to lunch with Gbenga. I’ll be back soon.” Gbenga was the man who had pounded Ms Jumoke for five whole blessed minutes a couple of weeks prior. Apparently, they were still seeing each other, and she wanted me to know.
She drove away. It went on like that for the whole rest of the week. Anytime I went upstairs for something, she would slip away to her bedroom. Any contact we did have was brief and professional. If that’s how it was going to be, that was fine. After all, what else did I really expect?
I kicked my shoes off and quickly shed my clothes. I was sweaty after a good workout. It was Friday, so I had gone by myself. It had been a few days since Temi and I had had sex; we were due soon, so I shaved downstairs to make sure I was clean when she got back.
Her best friend was getting married, and she was at an overnight bachelorette party. It had actually put some pressure on our relationship. When were we going to finally get married? But I wasn’t going to worry about that tonight. I had the room all to myself, and I was planning on relaxing. I dried myself off. I slipped on some underwear and pulled a t-shirt over my head. The front door opened, and I heard Ms Jumoke enter. I wonder if she was going to be home all night. Oh, well. I wasn’t planning on going upstairs at all tonight.
I flopped on the chair and turned on the TV. Then decided I needed some ice cream I got back up and went to the mini fridge we had downstairs. Cookie ice cream was one of the few things I made sure we always had in stock. Now with a bowl full of ice cream, I settled back in on the couch. I got comfortable for the beginning of my all-night Netflix binge.
I heard “click, clack” on the floor above me. Had Ms Jumoke put heels on? Maybe she did have a date tonight. What should I watch first? I scrolled through the recent releases section. The Godfather caught my eye. It looked like an older film that I had never seen before, so I clicked play.
About twenty minutes into the movie and a quarter into my bowl of ice cream, the door creaked open, and Ms. Jumoke peered her head in. Seeing me lounging in my underwear, she shielded her eyes with her hand.
“I’m so sorry. I was just wondering if you could come upstairs and help me with something.” She said, keeping her face down.
“Oh, uh sure. Just give me a minute.”
“Please, take your time. It’s no rush.” She closed the door and went back upstairs.
That was embarrassing. At least I wasn’t masturbating or something. I pressed pause and put the remaining ice cream back in our mini freezer. I picked up some dirty jeans off the floor and slipped them on. Not bothering with socks or shoes, I headed up the stairs. The setting sun did little to illuminate the upstairs. And the only other light on was in the kitchen. So that’s where I headed. I turned the corner to see Ms. Jumoke standing in the center of the kitchen. My dick gave a twitch in my pants, and If it hadn’t been attached, my jaw literally would have hit the floor.
Her hair was done up in a loose bun. Pearl earrings in her ears. She was wearing a little black dress. I had never seen it before. It was sleeveless, with straps over the shoulders. The neckline was so low and the dress so tight that her massive breasts were spilling out. Like they were begging to be released. A pearl necklace wrapped twice around her neck, like a choker, with the excess trailing down into her cleavage. The dress hugged her waist and ended well above her knees. My eyes travelled down her smooth legs to her manicured feet, which wore high black heels.
“Do you have a date tonight with Gbenga?” I asked.
“No, why?”
“Oh, uh no reason,” I said confused.
“Please take a seat.” She motioned to the counter. I sat.
She turned around and went to the pantry. The dress was backless, showing Ms Jumokes smooth skin and the straps of a lace black bra. She bent forward at the hips, reaching for a bottle of wine. The black fabric became even more shear across her round ass. Were it just an inch or two shorter I could have seen the bottom of her cheeks. My dick gave another twitch.
“Would you like some wine?” she asked me.
“Uh, no thanks.” She straightened.
“You don’t mind if I have some do you?” she asked, grabbing a glass from the cupboard.
“No, no. Obviously.” She poured herself a glass and as she did I noticed she wore a pearl bracelet, matching the earrings and necklace. She raised the glass to her pink lips and tilted her head back. Which gave me a great view of her neckline. While she drank deeply from her glass I abandoned all caution and gazed deeply at her Goddess figure.
The glass clanked back onto the counter and my eyes returned to hers. She leaned forward against the counter, giving me an even better angle at her ripe breasts. The pearl necklace not dangling forward, as it was trapped between her mountains of flesh.
“What were you watching?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“The movie, what were you watching?”
“Oh, that. Uh just a something on Netflix. I don’t really know.” I stammered back.
“You don’t have any plans tonight?”
“No. I was just planning on staying in.”
“Me too.” She said.
“Temi is gone. Bachelorette party.”
“I know.” She said, and took another sip of wine. This time not taking her eyes off me.
A long silence followed in which we just looked at one another. What was going on? Whatever it was I was not going to make a fool of myself again.
“What was it exactly that you needed my help with, Ms. Jumoke?”
“Do you like my new dress?” she asked.
“Is that what you needed me for?” I asked confused.
“No. But what do you think?”
“It is stunning,” I said truthfully.
“You don’t think it is too revealing?”
“Well, uh. It is… different from the dresses you wear to church.”
“Speaking of church, did you like the sermon last week? The one on carnal desires and not giving in to temptation.”
“Ms. Jumoke, what was it you needed my help with?” She strutted around the counter and stopped next to me, naturally, I turned on my stool to face her.
“I told you to call me Jumoke.”
“Jumoke, what can I help you with?” She took a step closer. I could now smell her perfume. With me sitting, and her in her heels she towered above me. My dick gave another twitch in my pants.
“What tempts you?” she asked me.
“I don’t understand…” I stuttered. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me off of the stool into a standing position. Standing up we were eye to eye. Our faces only inches apart.
“I want to know what tempts you. What are some of your carnal desires?” She asked again. My dick gave yet again, another twitch. What did she mean? My mind was racing. What was this all about?
“Uh..Uhm.. I suppose there are a lot of things that tempt me.” I stammered back. My eyes kept darting to her lips, and then back to her blue eyes.
“Do women tempt you?” We were standing so close now that her giant breasts were almost touching my chest. And inside my chest, my heart was beating faster and faster.
“No.” I lied, then realizing she probably knew that was a lie I thought it might be better, to tell the truth, “Well, yes. Some do.”
“Some do? Which ones? Who?” she took another step towards me. Her boobs were now pressed up against my chest. She could not be any closer. “Do I tempt you?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked.
“I see you watching me. I see you out of the corner of my eye when you think no one is watching. Am I a carnal desire of yours? Do you lust after me?” her voice had dropped almost to a whisper, even though we were alone.
What the hell? Is this some sort of test? That must be it, she is testing me. The blood was rushing from my brain to my penis, making it difficult to think clearly. But I tried to choose my next words carefully.
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