Read the prequel to this episode HERE
I settled down and was taking in the details of the living room. I wasn’t very comfortable. Lamar’s friend – who he introduced as Joe – had welcomed me briefly and gone back in to finish a cigarette. Lamar went to get refreshment. He mixed Ogidiga with Hollandia Strawberry Yogurt and offered me a glass to sip. I declined, but he was persistent.
I thought to myself, does he want to drug me and then –
But he had mixed the drinks in my very before. Anyway, I took the glass and took a sip. Hmm. Bitter-sweet taste. I kinda liked it. He sat down across me and kept his stare fixated on my features. Me, I simply kept my own gaze on the mute TV and paid attention to the music coming from the stereo.
“I like your music…” I said.
“You do?” he asked.
“Yea, they’re cool,” I replied.
“Have you heard Shakira’s Empire?” he asked.
“Yeah!” I replied. I liked how things were going. I’d give you all the attention you need if you start talking music, movies, celebrities, cartoons and entertainment stuff with me – Oh yea!
But then, Lamar’s attention wasn’t really in our chit-chat. His attention was on my face, my lips. “Gosh,” he said, “you’re fucking cute.”
I blushed like a schoolgirl and spoke like one. ‘I’m blushing. You’re cute too, with your baby face.’ His charm was working.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
I nodded o. I nodded. He leaned in. Our lips met. Chai! He tasted like strawberry. Yes, that mixture he’d drank. The lips were soft and sumptuous. Lawd! Kissing him was life. I didn’t want to part from his kiss.
But then, I suddenly felt alien hands on my waist, sliding up to my flat chest. I jerked away from Lamar’s kiss and stared at the intruder.
I was shocked.
“What’s the matter? Are you shy?” Joe asked. He was smiling, and the somewhat sweet smell of cigarette and gin coming from him threatened to cloud my thinking. But I moved back from him, from them.
“Ok. Sorry,” he cajoled. “Let me get to introduce myself again.”
He made to hug me, but nna, I backed further away biko. And I said coolly, “Sorry, I didn’t plan for this.”
“What did you plan for? Why are you shy?” he asked again. Lamar had stepped inside during this brief interlude.
You guys should get the gist nau. Apparently, the guys had taken me to be another fish in the I-am-the-bottom-for-any-day-anytime-for-any-thing-with-a-dick river. How sad. They thought I was some sort of sex toy. Chai. Insult. I didn’t blame them. I blamed Idleness.
Lamar returned to the room with a drink in his hand. “Baby, what is it?” he cooed, before proceeding to give me a lingering kiss. That was it. The juju triggered. That kiss was all it took to render my sense of reasoning useless. As if it was planned, they both pulled down my shorts and briefs to my ankles. And we landed on a couch. Lamar had my front. Joe had my back.
But my chi wasn’t going to entertain the loss of all my dignity that day. Amidst the kissing and caressing and stroking, my thinking faculty was restored. And I found myself thinking, Wait, this threesome is truly happening? I had never had a threesome and I wasn’t planning to start then. Heck, I wasn’t even planning on having sex with Lamar in the first place, let alone Lamar and Joe. And just then, as if someone threw a heap of sense at me, I sprang up to my feet and began struggling into my briefs and shorts sharp-sharp.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” I said as I dressed.
“C’mon, don’t be shy. How will a fine boy like you be scared like this…C’mon,” Joe was urging me. So was Lamar.
But there was no way I was giving in. I had to leave. Omo-get-inside had to be home. All the while, somewhere at the back of my mind, I harbored the fear that the police would soon raid the apartment. It was a yahoo-yahoo den after all. I bet they had never seen such resistance from a ‘supposed slut’ before. Although, I’ve always had the weakness of yielding to pressure, pleas, appeals and all that shit from people I really like whenever it comes to matters of the flesh, in that moment, the fear of two dicks at once was the beginning of my wisdom.
Anyway, I was leaving. And they were leaving for someplace too. They changed clothes and we walked to the bus-stop. Joe gave me Azikiwe through Lamar. My reimbursement. I took it and headed home through the shorter route, with what was left of my dignity.
Written by Kizito