As the semester progressed, I started making plans to perfect my plot. I had no idea how my new romance with cassey was going to aid my plot, but it was a chance I was willing to take. My romance with cassey blossomed as she hardly stays without calling me. She was acting like a newly disvirgined teenager. She ceases every little opportunity to come down to my place and get her groove on.
I was however playing safe to ensure Rita wont suspect I was cheating on her. She did mention once of strange perfumes I wear these days. I waved it off, saying I must have tried samuel's or a neighbor's while rushing for lecture.
I made my timing perfect; ensured I gave to cassey, what is hers, and to rita, what was hers; just as the bible advised us to do.
Cassey never talked about a relationship with me, I didn't border finding out if she was still keeping in touch with Nedu, it was a don't ask, don't tell situation. We were enjoying each other, she had an insatiable appetite for s.e'x, I could match that. I needed a boost in my CGPA, she could come handy with that one. It was a symbiotic kind of relationship. She's already getting what she wants, its time for me to start making plans on how to get mine.
That desperate act to get a short cut to success, using sex as a tool ruined my stay at school.
I was having a lecture when cassey called me that particular day. It was the last lecture of the day, and getting late already. I looked out through the window and saw her going into her dads office. I waited patiently until the lecture was over. It was 4:20pm, friday evening. It was a rescheduled lecture, one that took three full hours to end. Almost all the students and lecturers had gone except for the final year class. After the lecture, I returned cassey's call and she informed me she was at her dad's office.
"Can I come?", I asked.
"Yea, I really need company now".
So I moved to the H.O.D.'S office. The entrance to the office was the departmental general office, which was occupied by the two secretaries; the departmental secretary and the H.O.D's personal secretary. They both must have gone because their desk was cleared and empty. I passed the office and entered the H.O.D's office.
Cassey was typing a document when I entered. She was perfect with the use of Microsoft Word. She typed almost without looking at the keyboard. It was fascinating, to watch her work so eloquently.
The office was well furnished, a large desk, a smaller desk and chair where the computer was placed, a big sofa, fridge, split unit and water dispenser. The walls where adorned with pictures of the V.C and Dean of the Faculty. Then his dad's picture was placed a little below them on the wall.
I sat beside her as she typed. It was a memo to all lecturers of the department, informing them of the format for the forthcoming semester examination.
The Examination!
I engaged her in light talk as she edited her work. She sent it to the HP printer under the desk and waited as a hard copy was produced.
"Do you know that we are the only ones in the faculty block?", I asked her.
"Yes, I know. Sometimes I stay till 6.30 pm before going. Especially after examination".
I wanted to ask if she always had access to her dad's personal files, like exam questions, but I waved it aside. I didn't know what I was going to reply her if she asked why I was inquiring about that.
She picked the printed copy and filed it in one of the file cabinets. I noticed she had keys to the cabinet as she returned them to her hand bag. She walked to the dispenser and helped herself with a cup of water. I sat at the couch and thought of the stuffs that could be contained in that file cabinet.
"What are you thinking?", her soft voice as she joined me on the couch interrupted me. She leaned on me, crossing her hand over my shoulders.
What was I thinking of? Obviously, a lot! My CGPA, the exam, her dad's courses which were turning out to be a devilish nightmare. What was I thinking of?
"Your dad's office is fine", I managed to say, like it was my first time of entering my HOD's office.
"Its your HOd's office, and I guess you must have been here over and over again", she said.
"Well, it looks more beautiful with you inside", I tried joking. But its either cassey wasn't in the mood for jokes or my joke was dry. She never smiled, but continued her talk.
"You know, my dad was supposed to be the Dean of the faculty?", she asked.
I heard about a small tussle for faculty dean and how the VC was instrumental in ensuring the success of the new dean. But the politics of lecturers hardly border we the students. We are only interested in student politics, union government, NANS etc.
"What happened", I asked.
"Well, after the VC was appointed, he started his vendetta against those he deemed his enemies. The school senate was divided between the VC and prof Achumba, majority wanted Achumba. So after his appointment, he started a war against those that didn't endorse him".
She continued.
"My dad was on the other side. Now he is paying for it".
School politics! I was sure those lecturers were more interested in university politics than in lecturing. Most of them come for lectures twice in a month, then pass the workload on students.
"How come prof achumba remained the registrar?", I asked.
"It is rumored that the vc is trying so hard to push him off. But he needs to make an official case against him with substantial evidence of anything he accuses him of. Then he will need another 60% majority of votes from the school senate. I don't think he will get that, the prof has allies at the senate".
Enough of the school politics, I said to myself. I didn't come here to listen to old men bully themselves.
Cassey noticed I was staring at her as she talked. It was obvious I wasn't paying attention to her tale.
"What are you staring at?", she asked.
"Your lips, I feel like kissing them", I replied.
"When did you start waiting for a permission before doing that?", she asked.
I leaned over and kissed her. We kissed for a while and I was turned on. She was wearing a skirt with a shirt. I pulled the skirt upwards and reached for her pants. I wanted a quickie on her dad's couch. She hesitated for a while, but later succumbed to my persistence. I pulled down her pants, brought out my wallet and removed a condom from one of the hidden sections therein. I tore and wore the condom on my already hard d'ikk. I spread her leg, raised the other one a bit her and rested it on my shoulders. I directed my dic'kk inside the opening of her c'un't, and with one firm thrust, I ramed into her. It was a bit dry and rough because we didn't have enough pre-intimacy. But the lubrication from the condom did the trick, and I was riding her like a new horse.
She moaned softly as she whined her waist to receive my thrust. We were deep into each other, savoring every single thrust, moaning and screaming when the door suddenly opened and a voice brought us back to reality;
"What's going on here!!!!!"
It was a familiar voice; one I would never forget. . .
In one swift motion, I pulled out from cassey, wore my boxers and trousers almost at the same instant, turning towards the door to face a pair of mean eyes staring coldly at me. Cassey pulled down her skirt which was hanging on her hips without bordering to wear her pant. She sat up and faced the same two mean eyes.
I waited patiently for the next course of action. My heart was panting, I was sweating profusely under the heavy split unit hanging on the wall.
There was one good thing to be grateful for:
those mean eyes staring at us didn't belong to my HOD. The angry face was that of madam silat, the department secretary.
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The incidence with madam silat put a huge dent on my romance with cassey: and it was later going play a key role in my woes at school.
She didn't say another word after that cold glance she gave I and cassey. She walked out and banged the door. The look on cassey's face was that of regret. I couldn't say another word, I just dressed properly and walked out. I felt my plans had hit the rocks. I was too loose, I wasn't focused.
Like a game of chess, I've ignored my end game. I left my opponents bishop while I attacked a protected pawn with my queen.
Later in the night, I sent cassey a text; telling her how sorry I was for the incidence.
She never replied.
Now its over, or so I thought.
Two days later, cassey called me. I was startled when my phone rang and it was her. I was at grace lodge with my girlfriend when the call came in. We were watching the 4th season of Rome. She was engrossed with the movie and hardly noticed when I walked to her balcony to answer the call.
"Why are you avoiding me?", she asked with a voice I could tell had lots of fury. How could she still care if I called her or not? I thought I had put her in loads of trouble already and she would like some space to recover.
"Nothing", I was almost stuttering. I had to talk in hush tones before I call the attention of my girl.
"Then how come you've not called me for days now?".
There was no answer to that, at least not in the presence of my girl. I did send a text and never got a reply! Now what!
"Is it because of madam silat incidence?", she asked.
"Yes", at least I could afford to say that.
"Where are you?", she asked.
At this point, Rita paused the movie and looked at me like she heard the question.
I didn't know the right reply to make. I just stared at rita while I thought of the best reply to give.
"Are you in palmville?", she asked.
"Yes", I replied without hesitation.
"I am coming now". She hung up. It wasn't a request.
I walked into the room as Rita asked what was that.
"Its samuel. I mistakenly wore his slippers and he insists he wants to wear them now. I'm going".
"I thought you'll be spending the night", she asked sweetly.
Anytime Rita wants me to spend the night, she will hint it rather than tell me outrightly. She will call and ask me if I want to spend the night at her place, or if I will like to watch a new movie she just brought all night.
My answer is always a yes.
"Of course babe, let me drop the slippers, I will be back later". We kissed and I left.
If she had walked to the door with me, she would have seen that the slippers in her front door was the one she bought for me on her last trip to kano.
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I met cassey outside, at the small provision store in front of my lodge. I wanted a neutral meeting point, I didn't know what was on her mind.
"What's up with you?", she asked as we settled down.
"I sent a text to apologize, you never replied, I thought you were still angry at me", I said, trying to be on the defensive.
"Well, I got your text, it was uncalled for, there was no need for it".
I didn't understand what she was driving at, so I waited for her as she continued.
"The incidence with madam silat was peacefully resolved between both of us", she said.
"So, she didn't tell your dad?", I asked.
"No of course. After you left, she cautioned me against doing such again, and that was it".
"Wow! All these while I've been worried your strict dad had put you under house arrest, and possibly skipped you of telephone privileges, that's why I didn't border calling".
She laughed out. "House arrest ke? Anyway, if madam silat told him, he would have done more than arrest", she teased. But madam did warn me against you".
"What did she say?", I asked.
"She said you are a bad egg, and not good for me. Is it true you were chased out of the university hostel for sleeping with a girl at the hostel chapel?".
"That's unfair! It happened in my first year! This is my 500 level and she's still holding it against me", I was stunned.
"She said she was working at the hostel management when it happened, that she was among those that decided your case".
-Yea, I remembered her vividly! She swore that god must punish me, that I defiled god's temple. I wondered why she took it so personal with me then. At least, I didn't do it at the altar-
I wasn't going to push my luck. Being evicted from the school hostel was an event that haunted me for a long time at school. Madam silat still thinks I was as bad as I was during my first year; she was wrong, I was worse now.
"What were you thinking sleeping with a girl on god's house", she said smiling at me. The smile eased me up and I was more free to discuss with her.
The question she asked me was the exact question the girl I had sex with at the chapel asked me before we started. I told her god no longer lived in houses made of stone. We kicked off really fine, it was an adventure I didn't regret; not until the sixth time when we were caught (or seventh, can't remember exactly).
I told cassey the story, skiped some embarrassing part and made it sound like an adventure. She was all smiling when I finished my story.
"You ehn!. . .baaadddd booyyyyy", she exclaimed.
"I love adventures", she continued.
"Unfortunately, I have not had much. The little I tried having ended up with madam silat bursting it".
She really meant it. I could see it in her eyes. She has been restrained a long time by virtue of her upbringing and the environment she found herself. Every girl deserves that spark of emotion that makes her want to do silly things; to elope, to wear a pair of trousers or makeup for the first time, to wear a tattoo, just the fun therein.
"I'm here for you, anytime you need an adventure". I teased.
"So we can be caught again", she said smiling.
"Nope, I promise you, we will be more careful".
"Alright, till then", she said and stood up to go.
Thank god we are good! I thought to myself. But this chess game is really dragging. I need to make my end moves now. I can't afford any other set backs like the madam silat incidence.
"I'm going now", she announced.
"The VC's wife is marking her 50th birthday anniversary, and their 30 years of marriage. So they invited all senior lecturers and members of school senate with their family. I'm going with my dad".
"I thought your dad isn't in vc's good book", I asked.
"What has that got to do with anything? Its just for appearance sake. And its politics, in politics, there are no permanent enemies, just permanent interest", she concluded.
I've heard that quote before, whatever it means!
"Where is the venue?". I asked.
"School auditorium. This night is for the lecturers, tomorrow is a general thanksgiving at All Saints, then tomorrow night is gala night at his residence".
"Well, have fun", I said.
I saw her off, and returned to my room.
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Later that night, while I was getting ready to go and spend the night at Rita's place, cassey called me. She said she needed company, her parents were inside the auditorium, listening to boring praise singers lavish praise on the vc, and that she had to leave and was sitting alone at the car park.
"Can I come?", I asked.
"Of course, that's why I called you. That is if you don't have other plans.
I did have other plans, but cassey wanted adventures, and I'm all game!!!
"I'm on my way", I replied as I hung the phone and headed to the university auditorium; to give to ceasar what is ceaser's. . .
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