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Wherever she went, Nneoma's aura, carriage and charisma stood her out, winning her new friends and making her a rallying point among the womenfolk!.
Unfortunately, most of the time, she was found in different circles of young women. Her crop of friends however were children of the affluent in the society and movers and shakers of the Enugu urban social circuit. This really made her not to have time for me.
As time went by, I felt relaxed each time 'they' are all around her, discussing latest designer products from shoes, eyewears, lingerie, jewelry and even A-list shows and events.
Consequently, we experienced dwindling fortunes in our epileptic love affair occasioned by these 'daughters of Eve's' leeching around her. They were everywhere with her - school, market, beauty parlor, boutique, supermarket....e.t.c.
Interestingly, there are two special ones who stuck to her like glue - Patricia and Stella not real names (a k.a Tricia and Ella respectively). They took turns to visit Nneoma and wait for it? Even offered to share our bed whenever I'm around?
Visibly, I knew Nneoma felt for me, always asking if 'I was okay'? Sure! I did reply in the affirmative yet had this feeling of jealousy as I was no longer enjoying quality time with my babe.
Notwithstanding the unfortunate invasion of these ladies into my love life, I realised my undying love for Nneoma made me turn deaf ears as well as a blind eye to these excesses until tragedy struck!
It all started when sometime in June 2001, fresh out of our 'degree exams', we prepared for the ever glamorous ESUT AWARDS NIGHT slated for the indoor sports hall of the ENUGU TOWNSHIP STADIUM.
In a build-up to the events (which included a beauty pageant) the organizers have penciled Nneoma and I to present the 'award plaque' for the 'best couple' category.However, prior to that evening my girlfriend (Nneoma) and I agreed she was to pick me up on her way to the venue.
While I got prepared I suddenly noticed a tiny belt we both searched for in all major boutiques around town. This belt which we finally bought at 'DEBBY'S salon and spa' was specifically to hold Nneoma's A-line trendy skimpy gown for the event. Immediately I tried calling her on the land phone, it rang severally with no answer then I dashed out to New Haven, her place.
As I walked in through the door of the garage, I noticed her 'baby benz' was crispy clean and ready for the show yet had no clue on what surprise awaited me! I paced through the ground floor sitting room, noticed some 'new arrivals' on the couch and in a bid to surprise my hearthrob, I tip toed towards her room upstairs.
Approaching her room (which was slightly opened) I heard soft moans and shrill cries which was a familiar one and as I inched closer caught a 'peeping Tom's view' of the room, I almost passed out.
Standing confused and disillusioned by the door,I watched my first true love spread out like a 'cadava on the operating table' while 'Ella' her friend munched out at her 'garden of inexhaustible pleasures'! At first, several thoughts ran through my cerebellum, sensed sensory neurones rushed down my 'medulla oblo gata' then I had an urge either to run off like a berserk psycho, another suggestion came to my brain to shout for help as someone whose house was on fire.
For almost ten minutes, I watched Ella lick and suck Nneoma's firm breasts, neck area, lips all over her body stopping momentarily around her 'honeypot' while Nneoma panted, gasped, heaved and jerked to erotic fantasies.
Now, as soon as Ella reached out and grabbed a fiery robust spiked dildo (obviously to dig into Nneoma's goldmine) I couldn't take it anymore! Like a child seeking to win her Mother's breastmilk back, I barged into the room shouting No! No!! No!!!
Frankly, after the sudden 'change of guards',there was silence in the room, both naked women in sudden awe and confusion couldn't find their dresses (it then dawned on me that they possibly started caressing each other while they tried on new clothes they bought for the event downstairs and left them on the couch).
Startled, I stopped shouting No! Intermittently with absolutely no idea what it meant and for some few seconds three of us were dumbfounded. I broke the silence by saying while I raised the belt 'momie, I brought this for you! We have a show to catch up with.
Soon as I left the premises, I couldn't laugh or cry, I was so confused and short of words and wasn't sure what to think.
Moments later, Nneoma drove by, blared the horns and I joined her.While we drove down to the venue, she would inquire 'darl, are you okay? I didn't say a word until we were called up to present the last and highly coveted award on campus.
Standing side by side my bestie on campus and holding the plaque, I ran through the significance of the award with eloquent dexterity. Nneoma watched with admiration and went on to read out a list of the four nominees for the awards.
By this time, I was visibly shaken, the events of the last two hours started replaying in front of me and I drifted. Suddenly,I shuddered and regained consciousness hearing a cheering mammoth crowd impatiently, shouting!! Who? Spill it!!
Then I recognized Nneoma opening an envelope and handing me its contents and microphone and still saying ........and the winner is.........and I said Nonso and Chioma,then the crowd erupted in celebration.
We got home at about 1a.m and Nneoma, after fixing us a hot bath, ushered me into my clean, neatly arranged bed, laid me down, laid her head on my chest and began to tell her story. "It all started when I was in junior secondary class two in a popular all girls school in Enugu, I was young and helpless.,
..........to be continued.......
Omg! God save our daughters!
ReplyDeleteI respect one thing though from the story so far, the maturity in Nneoma's boyfriend. That dude has tried to be calm even where his ego was bruised. He took things maturely.
Awaiting continuation...
Yeah! Sure! It takes a guy with balls made of steel to hold on! Sometimes,it pays to be a little patient so we don't throw the baby away alongside the 'bathing water'
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