It was a rather windy Friday night but he loved it.
He loved the cold and the goosebumps it gave him. He had a long week at work and was glad to be outside. Jola has agreed to a date with him and boy was he so excited to finally see her.
Thing is, he had been interested in this woman for as long as he could remember. She had the perfect slim thick body and round booty that he wanted to spank so hard. Her sex appeal was top notch. This woman was literally to die for. He had tried to be her friend on several occasions, until two months ago, he broke through and they started talking.
They spent a lot of their time on FaceTime calls and texts. He bought her several gifts, the most recent being a Michael Kors rose gold wristwatch, just for ‘being a good girl’.
She protested but he stood his ground. Jola was not so big on receiving gifts. He knew, but he wanted to spoil her, spoil her silly. He had money to flaunt and he did not hesitate to show her that, at any given opportunity.
For the most part, Jola declined every chance he offered to spend on her. She just did not want to, not that she didn’t have hers. In fact, she did. She lived well and money was the least of her worries. She knew what he was trying to do but she did not want that to happen, she fancied him, but not that much.
Deji was handsome. Well built and bearded, just as she likes her men. He was cute. Actually, he wasn’t bad for a partner, she just had not made up her mind about him yet.
His phone rang and he quickly picked it up.
‘Yeah, I’m pulling up to yours in a minute’ he said softly, listened for a couple of seconds and asked
‘Do you want anything?’ The response was negative.
‘Okay. I’ll honk my horn outside your gate’ he ended the call.
Honk, really? Was she supposed to have registered that in her head by now? That was not a smart answer he thought.
Soon, he was in front of her house, he honked once, twice, and decided to call her, then he heard her open her gate and step out.
He saw her faintly. In all fairness, he only saw her figure in the dim light on her fence. He could tell she wore a really short dress.
And the ‘clink-clank’ of her heels resounded too. Damn.
He was in for it this night, he thought. She knocked on his window and he quickly unlocked the car. She opened, smiled and stepped in.
‘Hey, you’ she greeted, reaching for a hug.
‘Heyyyyy’ came his response. He hugged and drew her perfume in.
God. She smelled so good.
He wanted to kiss her neck there and then. But of course, composure!
‘You look beautiful’ he said after letting her go but not letting his eyes off her. She chuckled.
‘Thank you. You don’t look bad yourself’ she responded, fastening her seatbelt.
She wasn’t looking at him, his heart dropped a bit. He had managed to throw on a pair of black jeans, a blue shirt and his favourite Puma sneakers.
He even wore his favourite Dior perfume but she didn’t look at him as long as he looked at her. Well damn. That hurt a bit.
He pulled out of the driveway and headed straight to the restaurant, they arrived in no time.
They stepped out of the car and she shivered a bit from the cold. He offered her his jacket and she piped a quiet ‘thank you’ with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in a woman.
He had reserved a table, one by the window, overlooking the ocean. He wanted the one date he got with her to be magical and memorable. She looked around the restaurant. Scanning it for whatever reason he couldn’t fathom. Was he about to lose this woman? He quickly sees her chair and offered her.
‘Thank you,’ she said again and smiled. That’s the second time she had spoken to him since they got to the restaurant. She sat and put her phone and purse on the table. He was impressed and almost got an instant hard-on just looking at her beautifully carved face and pretty smile.
The waiter brought in the menu and he scanned through. Not that he didn’t know what he wanted to have but he just needed that formality.
‘I’ll have the chicken pasta Alfredo and shrimp soup’ she said strangely looking into his eyes while talking. He was amused. What is with Lagos women and pasta?
He smiled and handed the menu to the waiter
‘I’ll have whatever she’s having’, looking into her eyes as well. He served the wine that has been placed on their table and they got talking.
Work, life, family history, events, past relationships, movies, literally everything they could talk about. The conversation flowed and he loved it.
When the food arrived, they had gone halfway with their wine. He was happy the date was going well, better than he expected. Dinner was quiet. Both stole glances at the other and smiled. This was going to be a long night. They both knew.
‘Easy on the wine babe’ he said before sipping his. She looked surprised.
‘What? I’ve only had five glasses’ she responded, then it dawned on her. Five glasses of wine!
How did that happen? She widened her eyes at him as he gave her that ‘now you know’ look.
‘Well. In my defence, I love wine’ she added finishing the content of the glass in her hand.
‘I know babe. I know. But easy’ he responded, smiling still.
They finished their meal and continued talking. He could tell her eyes looked different and he was so amused, he smiled at himself so much that she looked quizzed.
‘Why are you smiling so much?’ She asked.
‘Do you want to get out of here?’ He asked, setting down his napkin and putting the tip in the tab for the waiter.
‘Where do you want to go?’ She asked with so much curiosity in her voice and body so much that he could tell. He giggled at her excitement. But was she really excited or was it the wine?
‘My friend’s club is two streets away. Wanna go there?’ He checked his watch for the time. 10:59 pm. Perfect timing.
‘Sounds like a plan’ she responded and got up.
‘Oh okay. Someone is in a hurry to groove’, he laughed and got up to help her but she was already up.
The club was a bit packed and he had to call his friend to get them inside. They got a good spot and ordered drinks. Just a cosy spot for the two of them.
His friend, Demilade knew the backstory of Deji’s love for Jola and wanted him to have a great night with her. So he set them up in a great spot. Deji was so thankful for that.
‘What do you want to drink?’ He moved close to her and shouted over the loud music going off in the background.
‘You already ordered something. What are they bringing?’ She inches closer to him and shouted back. The music was really loud but she loved it. It was her kind of vibe. She was going to love it here.
‘I just ordered some shots. And it’s on the house’ he smiled as he held her. For a minute, he could swear she swayed and he only held her to stop her from falling.
‘I’m okay’ she said gripping his hands. His touch sent a warm shiver down her V but she convinced herself it was the wine from the restaurant. They both smiled at that moment, almost as if he could hear her thoughts and was happy he was getting her horny.
The waiter brought ten shots and slices of lemon to their table. They both smiled. It’s about to go down, she muttered to herself and giggled so much like a little child that had been offered candy.
‘Shall we?’ He offered, gesturing at the tray in front of them.
‘Yes we shall’ she responded, raising one of the shot glasses to a toast.
In quick succession, they downed five shots each and she almost felt an instant knock.
‘Hey, are you okay?’ His voice came.
‘Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s dance’ she held his hand and began to dance.
He was surprised. She was no longer shy and looking away from him. Was it the wine or the vodka? He couldn’t tell but whichever one was doing that, he was grateful. She was giggling too much he became concerned.
‘What’s going on?’ He started
‘What?’ She responded, squinting to see his face.
‘Why are you giggling so much?’ He continued.
‘No, nothing’ she answered
‘Don’t tell me nothing. You’ve been smiling so hard at yourself for some minutes now. What are you thinking of?’ He looked at her inquisitively.
She said nothing but continued smiling. She was not ready to tell him her thoughts or intentions.
As if touched by a magic wand, he stopped and held her firmly.
‘Are you having flashbacks?’ He asked looking intensely into her eyes. She couldn’t speak. He had caught her. How did he know? How did he think of that?
‘It’s the wine, isn’t it?’ He continued. She said nothing but continued to look at him.
He looked unimpressed at her silence, he was right. She was having flashbacks while with him.
Her sexcapades with other men were flashing in her head while she was standing there with him. Her touch and sight of her had given her several hard-ons that evening but here she was having flashbacks with other men?
‘I’m going to fuck those flashbacks out of you’ he whispered in her ear. She shivered and pulled away a bit.
‘No… no… no. There’s no escaping now. I’ll teach you not to have flashbacks while with me. Not with your other men. I’ll fuck my image into your head’ he continued to whisper into her ear and she got so wet down that that she squealed and suddenly pulled away and engulfed him in a hot kiss.
He enjoyed it but he knew she was evading the truth. So he broke the kiss, caught his breath and asked again
‘Jola! Are you having flashbacks?’
She stared at him. Of course, she was having flashbacks. The wine was doing something to her. The vodka had cancelled her shyness and her imagination ran wild like a mad pig in the fields. But she chose to laugh it off and enjoy the moment with him.
And now that he figured it out? She didn’t know what to expect.
‘Come’ he said grabbing her hand, leading her out of the club. She was stunned.
It happened so quickly, she didn’t know how they managed to waltz through the crowd till they got outside and she drew in the fresh air.
She remained silent as she awaited his next move. He looked around for his car and nodded when he finally saw it.
‘Let’s go’ he said again, pulling her along ensuring to not walk too fast because of her heels.
Even in his ‘rage’, he was still gentle. Gentle on her, gentle to her. As soon as they got to the car, he swiftly unlocked it and opened the passenger door, ushering her inside.
‘Deji, what’s going on? Why are we leaving?’ She stopped and asked. But he said nothing, motioning for her to get into the car.
‘Deji I’m not leaving if you don’t tell me what’s going on. We only just got here’ she felt the cold wind on her skin and shivered a bit.
‘Get in the car Jola. You’ll catch a cold’ he responded calmly.
‘I don’t care about the cold. Tell me where we’re going’ she protested. She was stubborn. He loved it. He felt his dick nod, in agreement. He grunted lowly.
There was a fire growing inside him. This woman arguing with him and refusing to listen somehow turned him on and he wanted to just rim her there and then.
But they were outside, in the cold.
‘We’re going to my house’ he managed to respond, finally bringing his head up after looking down for so long.
Her eyes widened. His house? Okay. That was weird. But why the sudden change of mind? She knew she was most definitely going to end up at his at the end of the night but the approach? Zero.
She hesitantly got into the car and he muttered a low ‘thank you’ before closing the door and going around to climb into the driver’s seat himself.
‘Please use your seatbelt’ he said as soon as he turned on the ignition and proceeded to do the same. She was a bit confused.
Why was he so formal all of a sudden? She obliged his bidding. This was getting a little bit awkward.
Then he suddenly turned off the ignition and looked at her. She was shocked, to say the least.
‘Nah I can’t wait till we get home’ he said loud enough for her to hear.
‘What?’ She asked with a more puzzled than happy face. The word had not fully left her mouth when he swiftly undid his seatbelt and lunged at her in her seat kissing her deeply.
She moaned into his mouth as her lips parted to give way to his tongue. He sucked on them and licked with his tongue. She tasted so good.
He wondered how she would taste down there. He quickly undid her seatbelt as well and pressed a knob by the side of the seat, reclining it a bit. She jerked backwards suddenly, their lips not parting.
He intensified his kiss and began to search her body with his hand. He lightly choked her, just to see her response and she took it well. A moan was all he needed to know he did the right thing and her head further bent backwards, giving him more access.
He moved from kissing her lips to her neck and buried his head there for a minute, sucking on her flesh and inhaling her perfume. She smiled so erotically that he saw her as food. He couldn’t wait to get down there but he taught himself to be patient.
His hand left her neck and moved to her shoulder and chest. Searching, caressing. He slipped off one of the straps of her dress and dug into it to touch her nipple.
She moaned even louder. He kneaded her left nipple between the pad of his thumb and index fingers before trailing his kiss down her throat, to her chest and finally to her right boob which had been freed from its enclave.
She moaned and moved her waist with a rhythm that was known to only her. Her insides were hot. This man was hot, she was hot. And she wanted to fuck him. Hot and hard, there and then.
She could feel her walls tightening and her insides tumbling. She held the car seat and dashboard for support but he was feasting so hungrily on her boobs that she started to move uncontrollably. Her hips thrusting towards him, her legs off the floor of the car now facing him, her gown raised halfway to her bum.
When he was sure she was wet enough for him, his right hand left her left boob and moved to her sex.
She was throbbing. Pounding. Wanting. Sweating.
He shoved his fingers into her thong almost ripping the lace and slowly rubbed on her clit. She let out an even louder moan. He continued. She moaned harder and louder.
‘Oh God’ She finally said. The first words from her mouth. She could not take it in anymore.
His fingers knew how to work her body and she was shattering beneath his touch. She quivered and almost let out a scream when his middle finger parted her dripping walls and started to fuck her. He was still sucking on her nipple. He did not let go of it. This was torture.
‘Oh fuck’ she let out a cry and wrapped her hands around him. He continued to suck on her nipples, moving from the left to the right boob while his finger searched her insides and her walls contracted and became wetter with his touch.
‘Oh fuck Deji. Please fuck me’ she began to beg. She could not take it anymore. She wanted him. All of him. Inside of her. Now.
‘Deji, please. Oh God,’ She continued moaning. But Deji increased his pace and only paused when he felt a gush from her insides.
He came up for air and looked her in the eye. She looked helpless and broken. He loved that look. He wanted to see more of it.
‘No Jola. I’m not going to fuck you’ he whispered while still looking at her.
‘Who is the man that has you smiling while dancing with me?’ He started. She looked puzzled but tried to look composed. She was failing, his finger started with her again and she began to lose her composure.
‘I asked you a question, babe. Who is he?’ He asked again while fingering her. This time slowly so she felt every bit of the torture. He wanted the truth out of her.
‘Who were you thinking of?’ He asked again. She moaned, she couldn’t speak.
‘Jola?’ He called
‘Yeah?’ She managed to whisper
‘Why are you having flashbacks with your other men while with me?’ He asked calmly again but continued to finger the shit out of her. Her face was in absolute shambles and it turned him on so much.
‘Is that nice?’ He asked
‘No’ she answered almost crying
‘So why are you thinking of other people fucking you while I am with you? You do this over FaceTime and I warn you not to do it. And you’re doing it on a date now?’ He said so slowly yet calmly, making sure she heard and assimilated what he said. She could not make out what he said clearly.
She was reaching her peak. Her climax was a couple of seconds away.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said hurriedly almost out of breath.
‘I’m sorry,’ she replied again as she closed her thighs against his hands.
‘No spread them open for me’ he said as he opened her legs for his hand. ‘Tell me how this feels. Does it feel like your other men?’
‘No’ she said so lowly it was almost only a whisper. Her climax was here. He could feel it
‘Good girl’ he said as he increased his pace. She shook so much he had to hold her while she came on his fingers.
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered again.
‘It’s fine, babe. Just don’t make me fuck the truth out of you again’ he kissed her forehead and laid her to rest on the chair as he pulled out to drive home.
Written by Ms. Cally
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