Fuck! I'm still arouse when the car arrives at the campus.
“See you soon” Freddy perks me on the lips before I step down his car as if nothing happened… I was so aroused that I was ready to fuck in that car before he stopped me. Damn, now I feel so ashamed of myself.
“Okay!” I simply nod and I leave with a frowning face. I would have invited him into my room but I don't want to look so desperate.
Why did he have to start such, knowing fully well that we won't make it till the end? I hate such nonsense. Perhaps he tricked me.
I angrily barge into my room, locking the door behind me. I drop my bag on the table then I fall in bed. I try to sleep hoping it will kill the urge in-between my laps, all in vain. My eyes are widely open with no atom of sleep.
~ ~ Sound Phone notification ~ ~
It's a sound of a text message... “Ourrr!” I cry. My bag is right on the table and I'm comfortably lying bed trying to have a nap and forget about this day like it never existed.
Unfortunately, I'm curious. I step down from the bed, although reluctantly, moving to the table and grab the phone out of my bag. I plunged back in bed while unlocking the phone.
I read the text “I hope you ain't to wet!” text from Freddy. I knew it!. I knew he knew what he was doing to me. No one does that to a lady.
“You will pay for this!” I text back. I don't know why but I feel so free with him. When I'm with him I just want to do all the nasty things that come across my mind. Is this normal?.
He sends a smiling emoji then this text “I can make you release tension”. “How?” I text.
“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” he texts. “Of course, I do” I text. I'm so eager to see what he's up to, so eager that the core in between my laps is twitching.
“Lock your door.” he texts. “Done!” I text.
“Quick!. Now take off all your dresses, lay in bed and send me a selfy” I read his text and my heart starts pounding. He’s asking me for nudes. I don't do that.
“Just a pic of your face and empty should.” then this text arrived and I puff with relief.
I send two pictures of my face and empty shoulders. ~
“Beautiful” he texts then this follows “Do you have any Didol?” he asks. “What’s that?” I text.
“Never mind. Just lay in bed, place a pillow in-between your laps and hump it, slowly. Make sure it touches your clit” he texts. Damn, just the text itself is enormous.
Actually, I'm not a fan of all these virtual plays. I have never done this before but because of him I'm ready to do this and more. “Done” I text.
I do as he says and it's not that way bad. In fact it's not that at all. I enjoy it. Although something is lacking. It's like a good sauce that lacks a few spices.
I keep on humping while waiting for his text. “What next?” I text him. It's like he has ghosted me.
~ ~ Phone ringingb ~ ~
My heart started beating very fast… I picked up the call and guess what?…
I allow you to guess…
Damn!. I could never imagine this crazy side of Freddy. What the fuck is going over him? is the question I was asking myself. He’s damn childish and crazy right now...
He’s seated on his bed naked with his d*ck covered with a piece of sucks. He points the camera around his body before taking it to his face. I blush as I see his face.
Why didn't he fuck me in the car at ones?. I ask myself.
“Smile for, baby... Never mind, I love weird stuff when it comes to sex. Fear not, I don't practice anything painful and forbidden. I just love being silly when it comes to sex. A little bit of fun doesn't kill” he says.
Oh, now I see. He clears my doubts.
“Is this how silly you were with other ladies?” I ask. “I won't answer that question… Let's enjoy the moment” he tells. “Okay… What are you up to?” I ask eagerly…
After our little play, I'm laying in bed satisfied. It was weird but looking at it from another angle, I wasn't bad . Sheila, what the hell are you turning into. I hit myself.
~ ~ Phone ringing ~ ~
This call offs the silly smile from my face... In a Cameroonian dialect…
“Hello, Ma’a it's Sheila” I say. She always calls at this time of the night once or twice a week…
“Haba… my girl you think say, I no know your voice?. I'm the one calling remember” she says. I said that out of confusion.
“Mum, I’ve sent you, 10,000 dollars. It's about five million FCFA. Take it and fill up your shop. I don't want you to lack anything. Also, I want you to leave that house, rent a better house in a safe quarter. I will send you more money when I start my new part-time job” she says.
“Hey, Sheila Mawa Stone, who gave you all this money?. I hope you ain't making rituals there oh… Or are you prostituting yourself?” she frets and it's normal.
“You have barely maid six months there but you're capable of send so much money?. I was planning to borrow money from my njangi house to send you because the last time you complained that your scholarship money was about to finish. So how come?” she adds. Did I tell you god-fearing my mum was?.
“Mum, don't be dramatic, I'm working here.” I reply. “The problem is not working but which kind of work do you do?” she cuts me with her question.
“I had a part time job at a very big five stare restaurant then they fired me because a client lied about me. To pay for my silence the boss gave me much money. I sent you half of the money this morning and I'm keeping the rest in case something happens” I explain. I have to if not she might take her conclusions.
“Sheila, you are trying to tell me that you still have money on you, after sending me 10,000 us dollars?. What kind of work were you doing at that restaurant?. I hope your boss didn't ask you to sell your body to his customers eh?. Hmmm…” she chides.
“Mum, so I made the wrong decision by sharing my joy with you. Don't you trust me anymore?” I whimper. I hate when she speaks like that. “I'm sorry, I trust you I'm just worried. My daughter no one is too strong. The devil is alive, very active and attractive. So tell me more” she says.
“My Boss, Natasha’s father gave me 20,000frs dollars. I send you half and I still have half. Maybe I will start a new part-time job this week” I explain.
“Ohh, Neket, neket… Oh, white people are wonderful eh… Here they fire you from working without giving you any tangible reason before even paying again... I guess he did that because you are his daughter's friend” she screams in awe.
“Hahaha, mum, you and drama be like 5 and 6. I'm missing you until” I sulk but she can't even see my face.
“My only daughter this house it's not the same without you. Eh, he, I heard that when a foreign student graduating he can invite her parents is this true?” she asks.
“Yes mum it is. I just have to keep the money for your flight ticket. Anyway, it's about two years oh, not today.” I tell her. I know her very soon she will start disturbing with that.
“I know right, but it's good to make plans ahead. Talking about that I sent you the address and phone number of your aunts in the USA. I was talking to her but she told me that you didn't text her back” she ends with a chide.
“Mum, why should I text her back?. They all abandoned us when daddy died I'm not interested.” I scowl.
“Ah, ah! my daughter forgive and forget those I think of the past. Text her she can help you there” she says. “Not for me. I don't need her help. I'm doing great.” I scowl.
“I'm just doing my part as a mother. I can't force you and even if I wanted to, you’re too far from me.”
“Haha, but mum oh, you use to beat me eh… Chaiii… When I think about those days I wonder how I survive” I laugh.
“Hahahaha… Now you're grown-up and all those virtues I thought you helped you to be where you are today. You did well in school, you had a scholarship, now you about to build your future by yourself. Be smart and seize every opportunity that will make you grow” she deciphers.
“Thank you mum it's the very late here and I have to sleep. Text me when you collect the money” I say.
“Of course, you don't need to ask. Greet your friend. What is her name against, Nat...” she asks. “Natasha” I reply.
“Voila, Natasha. Extend my greetings.” with this said she offs the call.