It feels like years since my last post. Work has got me in a choke hold. I’ve finally come up for air.
I sat there a moment looking at the message, going through excuses in my head.
– Hey! Hectic last two days, you don’t even wanna know about it. I got in last night after a horribly delayed flight and literally passed out. I’m good now sha.
– Sorry. What airline? They’re all the same.
– Thanks. How’ve you been? What’s your week like?
– Work, then home for the most part.
– Fine, I’ll find out what the rest of my schedule is and I’ll let you know so we can see. I’m ecited.
– lol. I’m excited too, she typed.
– I’m super knackkered, I can’t even spellll straight, I wrote. There was a knock at the door.
“One sec,” I called out.
– Let’s talk in the morning.
– Okay. Get some rest o.
I set the phone down and went to get the door.
As the door swung in, a smell of flowers and something else, something fresh, hit my nose.
“Hey you.” I said.
She stood there a moment, her features cast in shadow by the light from the hallway. She clutched a laptop to her chest.
“Do come in,” I stepped aside to let her pass.
She was wearing a nightshirt that reached just above her knees.
She made straight for the bed where she sat cross-legged. I averted my eyes while she arranged herself in the middle of the bed. She powered up the computer and her face was eerily lit up by the glow of the monitor.
“Oya,” she said, “what movies do you have?”
I pulled out my laptop from the backpack on one of the chairs in the room and slid it to her where she sat.
“It’s not passworded. Check on the desktop for Bobo’s New.”
I went and stood by the window, hip against the sill, hands in my pocket, legs crossed at the ankles.
“So you’ll just stand there like soja Idumota?” she asked.
“Wo come and show me what movies make sense, and stop creeping me out.”
I plopped down on the bed beside her.
“I see you have a lot of animation…”
“I love cartoons,” I said.
“Me too. I’ve seen most of these though.”
“Have you seen Rio 2?” I asked.
“Nope. How about we watch that?” she asked.
I looked at the time on the computer, 22:32.
Halfway through the film she yawned and rubbed her eyes.
“Mehn, I’m sleepy.” se said.
“Want me to walk you to your room?” I asked.
“Ahn ahn, are you driving me?”
“Sorry,” I apologised.
“I’ve already warmed this side of your bed, why should I go to a cold bed in my room?”
“No reason at all,” I agreed.
“Could you be so kind as to turn off the lights?” she asked, worming her way under the covers.
“As soon as I’m done shutting down the laptops.” I said.
I returned my laptop to my backpack, and set Rolayo’s on the table. I turned off the lights before slipping under the covers myself.
I lay there for minutes, face up, listening to her breathing. They were even and peaceful. I was drifting off to sleep, lulled by the rhythm of her breathing when I heard my name.
“Won’t you hold me?”
The sheets rustled as I turned on my side to hold her. I felt myself begin to harden as she burrowed into me, her soft flesh pressing against my not-so-soft one.
I moved my hip back just enough to tuck my manhood between my thighs.
She wriggled some more and then stopped. I could have sworn I hear her chuckle, but between the sound of blood rushing in my ears and my heartbeat I was sure could be heard three doors down, I couldn’t be certain.
I slid my hand beneath her arm and she moved it to allow me cup a breast.
My last thoughts as I drifted off was what Cynthia would think of this, all of this, if she found out…