I took cassey to my room off camp. My girlfriend lives alone in Grace lodge, a more expensive lodge filled with ajebota children. I lived in palmville, with my friend and room mate samuel.
The lodge was much cheaper and affordable. It had all the things an average student would need; a self contained room (with no wardrobe), a bathroom (with no shower), a kitchen (with no tile and sink).
My room mate was watching a movie with a neighbor when we arrived. I didn't inform him I was bringing back a girl as was our normal rite. We did this to keep things in order, the simple rule was this; no girl spends more than one night!
And we kept to this rule. Some girls had a bad habit of trying to squat with you when you start something going. They start by forgetting a slippers in your house, then its a cloth, then their soap dish, and before you can say 'jack', your bathroom is filled with pants and bras of assorted colors.
It wasn't a problem for me keeping the rule. I had a girlfriend who was living alone. She barely spends the night as I was the one spending nights at her place. I use my own room anytime I pick up a stray chick.
I didn't pre-inform my roommate because it wasn't my original intention to bring cassey back to my room. It was a first outing, inasmuch as I wanted to taste her inside and feel how warm it was, that was a planned end game. I wanted her to have the impression that I was really into her. So when I ask any favor as regards her dad's courses, she wouldn't hesitate.
But after the dinner that evening, I just suggested we head to my room and was rather surprised that she obliged.
It was getting late already as we entered my room. The room was dark, with only the light from the tv illuminating it. I sat at the bed with her after introducing her to my roomie and neighbor. We watched the movie showing on tv, my roomie and the neighbor was sitting at the front, while I was perched on the wall at the back with cassey. I gently placed my hand on her laps and starting caressing them. She shifted uncomfortably but never tried removing my hand, so I kept rubbing them.
My neighbor must have noticed what was going on as he left, but my rommie kept fixated at the tv. I have heard him talk about the movie - One three Hill - and how interesting it was. He was watching the second season of the movie and couldn't bat an eyelid. Cassey pulled away from me lightly, bent her hips and lied down, her head on my laps. Like an involuntary reaction, I started cuddling her bosom. I slip a hand inside her cloth and reached for the Tip, I teased it a bit, but my hand didn't get the freedom it needed to explore those soft round and firm b'r'ea'st. I pulled out my hand, picked my phone and sent a text to my roomie;
"I will burst your head if you don't leave this room now; yours truly".
His phone alerted him of an sms but he ignored it. Cassey turned away from the tv and faced my stomach, still lying on my laps. I could feel her breath on my stomach.
-This boy should leave this room nau!!-
I reached out and picked his phone which was on the desk and threw it at him, making sure it hit his back painfully. He yelled, paused the movie, grasped the phone and read the message. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He moved into the bathroom, came out few seconds later and left the room.
A text message entered my phone and I checked it. It was from my roomie;
"I will castrate you if you don't round up in the next 30 minutes: yours faithfully.
I smiled and dropped the phone as I started romancing the back of cassey. I reached for her back zip and drew it down, moved the cloth's hand down her shoulders and kissed the top of her b'r'e'a'st. My d'I'kk was swelling up fully and cassey's head on my laps made me uncomfortable. I moved his head slightly and left it to rest on the bed. I kneeled and kissed him lightly on the lips. I kissed again, and this time around, she curled her hands around my head and held me tight as we both kissed each other passionately. We continued the kissing as I traced my hands to the hook of her bra, and in one swift attempt, I unhooked her and standing in front of me where two sets of perfectly round and firm bosom. The ni'ppl'e's were pointed perpendicular to the chest. I reached out for them, cupped them in my hands and started sucking them. I sucked and teased from one n'I'ip'll'e to the other while she wiggle her waist slowly.
My d'i-kk was clamoring for some action. I could feel its bulge inside my trousers. Enough of this pre-intimacy, time for some action. I reached down for her cloth from the knee, pulled it upwards, caressed her laps slowly and reached for her pants. . .
She hut my hands as they were roaming freely on her laps. She pulled out my hands gently and covered her laps with her cloth.
"Not today", she said calmly.
I ignored her comment and continued handling her b'r'eas't, teasing the nip-p'les with my tongue. I reached for the laps once more and she still pulled my hands out.
I had to stop the pre-intimacy. My d'I'kk had a funny way of misbehaving anytime it is excited for action and made to wait for a long time. It gets angry and shrinks down. It will only take a divine intervention amidst much pleas for it to get interested again.
"Are you not comfortable with this?", I asked as I pulled away from her.
"I'm sorry, I just can't, not now, not today. I have already broken so many personal rules coming down here with you today". She said.
I didn't want to persuade her. Experience has taught me that patience is a great virtue while dealing with girls, especially the much acclaimed strict ones.
As long as I have felt and touched the promise land, I was sure going to inhabit it.
She dressed up, lay on my laps for a few more minutes while I stroke her clothed b'r'e*ast and tommy.
She announced she was going home, and I saw her off. She held my hands as we walked out of palmville. Beneath the lodge gate was a dark alley. We halted their for a while, she drew me towards her, looked into my eyes and said,
"You seem like a gentle man, I am really attracted to you in a way I can't understand".
-Please don't tell me you're in love-
She continued, "I'm in a relationship now, its somehow complicated. I just need some time to sort myself out".
She kissed my deeply and I new for sure she had deep affection for me.
This was going to complicate things. I intended using her as a pawn in a chess board. This pawn has to capture the opponents king, not to fall in love with it.
The days that followed my little romance with cassey were amazing.
Cassey started calling me every other hour, she made sure she sees me in the morning when she brings her dads bags to the office, and comes to check on me after lectures. At times when she's not going with the dad, she would wait on me till we were done with lectures, then we would go home together.
My friends noticed this new development, but I talked it down, telling them I was just being friendly. I didn't have a very close relationship with rita my girlfriend. We do the normal hanging out, calls and sex. We give each other the desired space, this space was gradually being filled by cassey, and I was enjoying it.
She was very lively to be around with, we flowed in different intellectual levels.
"How come you are yet to invite me to your house again after the last time", she had asked me once after lecture, while we were cooling off at the coke centre in her block.
She had made a truthful observation. I started developing a certain fondness for cassey. She was so sweet and innocent and I was having second thoughts about using her as a means to boost my CGPA. I didn't know how she will feel when she finds out I had ulterior motives.
"Nothing", I lied, "just that I don't know if we are at the same pace here. You said you were into a complicated relationship, so I didn't want to add to the complications".
"Aww, that's sweet of you", she said as she placed her hand on top of mine at the table and caressed it lightly.
"You're really a gentleman". She continued.
"I'm into a long relationship", she said.
- I knew it! -
"A very long one. He is studying at Ukraine".
Now I didn't anticipate that one. Ukraine? Wow! I had to hold myself to let her finish.
"He is a son to the university Registrar, Prof Achumba".
I've heard of the prof from Statistics department. I heard he is the only prof of stats in the entire south east universities, a very powerful man who lost out in being the V.C because of few links the present V.C had with the present Minister of Education.
"We are close family friends with the Achumbas. My dad is a close associate of the prof. It all started as a joke, until the family ties made it official that Nedu was going to be my husband. We were friends, but nothing more, until his parents started to joke about me and nedu being fantastic together. That was when he started making advances at me".
She paused for sometime before continuing.
"He was studying Electrical Engineering here before traveling out. I got my admission while he was in his second year. He traveled out after the second year, so we had just a one year relationship before he traveled".
She finished her soft drink, leaned back on her chair before continuing.
"He kept in touch within his first year at ukraine. He sent gifts, kept calling, mailing and stuffs. That was when his parents took it to a new level, calling my parents 'in-laws' and calling me their daughter in-law. Sometimes, I go to prof's house to spend some time, washing and cleaning the house. My parents were nudging me in that direction, and I was innocently accepting it".
-sounds more like a done deal to me-
I didn't understand the complicated part she attached to the relationship when she first told me about it, so I sat patiently for her to continue.
She didn't.
I finished my drink and waited for some few minutes before asking.
"So what happened? Why is it complicated?"
"Few months ago, Nedu stopped calling frequently the way he used to. First, he started changing numbers every time with different state codes. He would call once in a long time, speak hushly on the phone for a few minutes and ask me not to try and contact him with the same number. Sometimes he calls me to ask how his parents were doing! Meaning he hasn't been calling them. I demanded for explanation, but he kept waving it aside. When I insisted, we had a hot argument over the phone and he stopped calling".
She paused again, glancing at empty space. Then continued.
"I knew something was wrong, I felt it. But nobody cared to explain. I spoke with his parents, they claimed it was the stress of studies, but I saw the look in his mom's eyes when I tried to get answers from her. She was almost in tears but tried to compose herself. She insisted that Nedu was ok, that with time, everything was going to be back to normal: it never did".
she finished her story same way she started; cool, articulate and calm.
"So. Why were you in defense of distant relationship when we argued", I asked.
"Well, you wrote it off totally like its a no go area. I still maintain that it can work. If not for the obvious change in Nedu's attitude, we could still have worked things through". She said, smiling at me.
"Now that you have cleared the air, can I take you home?", I asked.
"Of course", she replied with a large grin. I could have sworn I saw her wink on the process.
she held my hand as we walked out of coke centre and waited for a bus going down to my area off camp.
I sent a text to my roomie;
"Stray girl alert: evacuate in 10 mins - yours truly.
I waited for a reply. He was supposed to reply to confirm he got the message. We started exchanging those type of messages after watching a documentary of world war 2 on history channel. How the Belgium army was exchanging encrypted codes on open frequency radios. Their enemies could intersect the messages, but couldn't de-code or decipher it.
Text alert on my phone:
"Coast clear: rules of engagement still active: yours faithfully"
Lol. . . My roomie was trying to remind me that our general rule of girls spending the night still holds. I smiled.
"Why the smile?", cassey asked.
"For once, I'm sincerely happy having you by my side".
Its easier to lie than to explain what was going on in my mind. What I planned doing to her once we get to my room. . .
To Be Continued Next Week
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