Everything was a haze as I found myself driving to Ighodalo’s house. I left my phone in the car as Niyi, Amaka and Womi ganged up to kill my battery. Too scared I might start crying if I tried talking. I strolled determinedly into Ighodalo’s house and knocked. I slipped my hands into the pocket of my hooded jacket while I waited for him to let me in.
‘Zina… What a surprise!’
I managed a smile and walked in. I burst into tears and crashed to the ground. I felt completely worthless, broken and extremely pained. I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings of grief and anger. I was not planning on recounting my sorrows to him but as he came down to the ground, he lifted my face to hold my eyes in a stare and asked ever so softly, “What happened?” I felt a part of me weaken, probably the only part that was still intact. There and then, I felt my nakedness as if everything I ever upheld had been stripped from me. After i was able to suppress the tears, my mouth opened. For a moment, I tried to listen to myself talk and realized that I was consciously or unconsciously not telling him everything. As I talked, I felt angry and the more I felt angry, the more emotional I got. Ighodalo was like an angel; he listened silently and pulled me close. The warmth of the hug caused me to inhale his scent for a second. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I pulled out of his embrace and stared at the damage I had done. I had wet his shirt a bit.
“It’s fine. I’d just pull it off.”
Pull it off? That was a suicidal move, I thought. Words failed me as his well built chest came into view. With a shirt on, he would pass for a skinny dude but having seen the muscles bare, I was reconsidering. Ighodalo was tall, fair and just before I could describe him more; I paused to ask myself why I was checking him out. He dropped the shirt on the floor and started talking softly. His voice soothed the pain and I began to feel lighter. I hugged him tightly, his lips brushed mine as I let go and we were head to head. I stared into his eyes through my teary eyes trying to pierce his heart. He was a person with not too many secrets. He wore his emotions on his sleeves when he had to and that made me weaker. I felt safe there and I couldn’t understand why. My friend of less than four months was my knight-in-shiny-armor. I had run from Amaka without even looking back after the kiss; with no words said. Womi was out of town. Niyi was already the reason I was in this whole situation. It couldn’t get any worse, could it? I thought to myself. Ighodalo ran his hands down my face, stroked my hair and rubbed the back of my neck. I felt a whirlwind stir up in my insides as all of a sudden, he seized my lips in a kiss. I flinched for a second and relaxed in another. We moved from the floor of the parlor to the room and placed me on the bed. My mind was racing at a reckless speed. My thoughts soared, thoughts of Niyi, I remembered the scene at his house the previous day. I felt angry and focused that energy to what was happening. Ighodalo kissed me so passionately and I let my own passion give in. I had craved a good make out for a while so why not? I closed my eyes and moaned softly as I felt his kiss-able lips travel down my neck. He took off my jacket and then my top, slowly and carefully. My bra beautifully displayed my perky D-cup twins. He kissed me again and knowingly, with one quick click, my twins were released. The cold air seemed to settle in the cleft as he nibbled on my left twin hungrily while cupping the right one. He placed one of his hands on my thigh and slowly began to move it up my leg, getting closer and closer to the middle which felt wet already. However, just as his fingers were nearly there, he moved them, placing one hand on my back instead and undoing my jeans with the other. I wiggled out of the jeans and sat on the bed, wearing just my tight lacy red pants. He paused for a bit, looked at me and smiled. He was speechless. That was a good thing, right? At this point, I was at his mercy. My sorrows seemed to have not existed ever. Ecstasy was now my prime. Trying to understand myself, I knew I was confused. It was wrong but it felt right. I wanted to feed my vulnerability. I didn’t mind the consequences. Just before the tears boiled over, he leaned back in. The tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed as he slid my pants down and kissed him. He kissed my neck, cleft of the twins, belly button slowly as he undid the zipper and pulled down his trousers. I leaned forward, running my hands all over his exposed torso. He moaned lightly and murmured, “I can’t believe this is happening”. “me neither” I said in my head. He pushed me down and lay over me. The time had come. I giggled at the thought as he started to take control. I was already dripping wet. Without hesitation, he slid inside me as I moaned into his chest. The bed trembled and made loud squeals as we went at it. When we both had reached the climax and cried out in relief and satisfaction, Ighodalo rolled off and pulled me close breathing heavily.
It seemed I had just come to my senses some twenty-five minutes later. While trying to pull myself together, I quietly slid out of his arms, dressed up shabbily and tip-toed out. Tired of contemplating if to stay, I drove away. Today was certainly a horrific day!
I drove into my compound and parked safely in the garage. It was some minutes past five. I dragged myself out of the car and into the house. My plan was to go straight to my room, take a bath and just sleep but they were cut short by the worried faces I met in the parlor.