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Chapter 4 Closer the better

  • Brian visited the golf and met Kate there. Before walking up to her, he made sure Tony and his Chevrolet wasn’t anywhere around. He took from the pop corn she was eating and she gave a deep smile, picked some pop and fed him; Brian made heaven.
  • “I am not happy with you,” she quarreled and dragged a frown. “You didn’t honor my party and I sent you a message to buzz me when you come around, and you never did.”
  • “You sent me a message?” asked Brian, amazed.
  • “Yes I did or didn’t your dad tell you?”
  • “Trust me he didn’t,” said Brian and he saw his father at once, alighting from his car.
  • Kate caught sight of him too, “Oh talk of the devil. You can go right away and ask him.”
  • Brian breathed hard, coughed, and sniffed. He didn’t want his father to see him with Kate or any girl or know of his feelings for her even he didn’t want anyone to know
  • “Em can we tuck away, I mean out of preying eyes?”
  • She added, “You mean your father? Don’t you want him to see us?”
  • “Yes that’s it. Seeing him I might get mad at him,” he lied.
  • “In your car?” she asked.
  • “Yes my car then.”
  • In the car, Brian stole a glance at her thighs when she stretched away from the dashboard and replay of that night became clearer in his head. The whole of Kate hung across his mind, her vagina and how lustful thought of eating her out and making engaging love to her had troubled him; how he had snapped out of such thought and washed her in the shower.
  • “Can I ask you a question?” asked Brian and he caught her blushing. “Do you’ve a boyfriend?”
  • “Em,” she stuttered and gazed upon a butterfly hovering on the wind screen. She wished she were the butterfly and she would have flown away and disappeared out of his presence. “Yes strange boyfriend, she added, “I can’t define what we’re right now though.”
  • “Strange?”
  • She shook her head in confirmation that Tony had been loving her in the craziest of ways that she once took to be the best but now she had discovered herself and her new feeling for love- she saw a whole lot in Tony and a thing in Brian – and that’s true love- something more than essence. Although she was yet to understand what true love meant- all along she thought true love meant exploring different angles of sex positions, calling your lover every now and then to know even the color of his urine – so had it been between them. Alas if time permitted and if they would last she might understand true love with Brian and bond till eternity. She wouldn’t want to host a war between both guys and take credit for being a hot pant with red hibiscus on her shoulders. She would stick around Brian and flirt with Tony until her discovery was achieved and if a war ensued, she would decide the boy to rock her cradle and captain her ship.
  • Night had fallen when she got home and when Brian dropped her, waving her bye and charming into her with those stares she pinned to her stand, almost shutting her eyes and expecting a kiss from the coolest kid in the hood. But it happened in one swift move; he squeezed her fingers and wished her God dream. Suddenly she had felt horny for him for the first time in a rare odd hour with hopelessness assured.
  • When she got into her room, she rambled to the window and saw nothing like Brian then she sat down, undressed herself and beheld her nakedness in the mirror, her body was halved by Tony and Brian, with the latter masked in unclear shades. She snapped out of her imagination, touched her breasts and felt wet in her vagina. She reached to her phone and dialed Tony; an answering machine came through before she opted for a message; coast clear, come right away.
  • She lay in bed, staring into the ceiling thoughtfully and reaffirming Brian wouldn’t know anything about this shade of hers. She wouldn’t have issues with Brian and his gentleness; his keeping his kisses; she enjoyed his smartness and genius and the magical way he squeezed her fingers- that alone seduced her out this world. Tony was dirty, heady, weird and mercilessly sensual. Even when she knew she needed just one of them she felt empty without either and greedy with both.
  • There was a knock on her window pane and she parted her thought at once. It was Tony, beaming at her and she sprinted, unlocked the window and ushered him in.
  • “I got coffee,” she said, feeling he was staring at her buttocks which he had said severally was his food.
  • “Half a cup. I had heavy wine before coming down here.”
  • “Did you come in your car?” asked Kate, offering him his demand.
  • “No, upon your last warning,” he said.
  • “I know we don’t want to arouse suspicion but I feel we could club tonight.”
  • Tony sighed. “That’s not in your message.” He shrugged. “How is your baby boy doing?”
  • “Baby boy?”
  • “Brian,” he emphasized and sipped at his coffee.
  • “Who says he’s my baby boy?”
  • She sat on his laps and he squeezed her buttocks, tickling her, “Sorry I lied about the black eyes. He actually did it.
  • “He?” she winked, “Who, Brian?”
  • “Yeah, the night of the party, he felt he was falling out of grace when you picked me. He attacked me with some street boys.”
  • “He did this?” asked Kate,” She was infuriated at the moment. Brian shouldn’t have worn his gloves regardless of her choosing Tony. After all it was a game of chance. Brian’s name was in the basket too and would have probably won a chance.
  • She grinned, seeming something dawned on her, “I have been thinking lately what happened hours after us that night?”
  • Chuckling he brought his nose to her nipples. “We were drunk.”
  • “No I was drunk. I could remember asking you to lead me to my closet.”
  • He lied, “I couldn’t but led you to your momma and left afterwards.” His hair being stroked by her fingers, he sucked her nipples and she let a creaking moan. “Hold on,” she held his hungry face, and tried to lock eyes with him. She had tried not to remain calm about it. Severally they had made love in her drunken state and she had aborted countless pregnancy. “Did you fuck me that night?”
  • He shook his head and pushed her to the bed, opening her legs and her pink vagina flashed inviting his fingers. He breathed at the vagina and it smelled like the pebbles of ocean.
  • “Tony,” she called in breath, “My momma told me she walked in on me in bed, “So – she,” she stuttered repeatedly upon feeling his ravaging lips on her clitoris. “She – she didn’t take me to bed. If you fucked me tell me so I can meet with my gyno–“ she wriggled her waist “Oh my gosh.” She whispered, “You are there, T, uh.” She made way for her devourer as she raised her legs at a height no hand could reach. His palms found those bust and held them captive with focus on her bulging nipples. She shut her eyes, pulled her bed spread, bit her lips, smacked them softly and struggled to groan her moan when he sucked on as a dog licking up stew. Finally she breathed expressly, opening her eyes, gazing upon Tony undoing his zipper and squeezing out of his shirt to pound her as she had always loved it.