THE VILLAGE GIRL EPISODE 2

THE VILLAGE GIRL EPISODE 2

Cynthia continued to call. He held his
phone and pressed hard on a button by the
side. The phone’s screen turned blank
black.
‘Who calling you, Sir?’
He was so tempted to lie, but he didn’t. He
was surprised the call interruption hadn’t
quite calmed his desire and his organ
stood ever so upright, slamming at his
zippers like a burglar at a door.
‘That was my fiancee, my dear,’ he said.
‘Your fia-n-sea? What is a fia-n-sea, Sir?’
‘I Told you to stop calling me sir.’
‘But I not calling you sir, what you want
me to calling you?’
‘My name is Richard. Or you can call me
Nnanna.’
‘I knowing your name is Nnanna, Sir. I uses
to come fetching borehole at your father’s
house in Obeagu. You and your brother
chasing people away when they making too
much noise outside the gate.’
He chuckled. The smile lingered on his face
as he stared at her.
Her face turned curious. Her beauty seemed
highlighted in the expression.
‘Why you looking at me and smiling like
that, Sir?’
A feeling sprouted within him, driving his
lust to a dangerous height. He bent, swiftly
pressed his lips to hers and straightened up
again. The deed was done before she could
utter any protest.
She didn’t. She threw one hand to her
mouth as though his lips had burned her.
He saw no emotion in her eyes as she fixed
them on him.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked and instantly felt
that was not the right thing to ask.
She didn’t say a word, her palm still
covering her mouth and her blank eyes still
on him.
‘Mma?’ Remorse came over his face. ‘Mma,
I’m sorry, it’s–‘
‘Doing it again.’
His eyes flew wide. ‘What?’
‘I said doing that thing again.’
‘You want me to kiss you again?’
‘Yes, doing the kissing again.’
His heart gave out a pound that was near
audible. He inhaled deeply. He was amazed
that a kiss would excite him this way. He
kissed Cynthia frequently, she did him too,
but the kisses were different, brief, light,
majorly communicative, lacking of their true
purpose — this wonderful excitation.
He leaned towards her and gently planted
his lips in between hers.
She sucked his upper lip in and held it firm
underneath her teeth. He felt a delicious
pain.
Slowly he reached to the central line of
buttons on her long flower gown, gently
pulling out a button out of a hole one at a
time, careful to know if and when she would
protest so that he’d stop immediately.
But she didn’t.
But when he lowered his head and took her
left boobs into his mouth, she slapped his
head so hard his urge momentarily left
him.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘It sweeting me to
much.’
His desire came back with force and what
they had, though brief, the quickest he’d
ever arrived, was hot, mad and wonderful.
As they lay together on the sandy ground,
even the tingle of sharp sand particles felt
sweet on his skin.
His other phone rang this time.
‘Is that the fia-n-sea again, Sir?’
He checked. It was Cynthia again.
‘Yes.’
‘He wanting to tell you something?’
A thud hit his heart. He rose to a sitting
position on the sand and she copied.
‘Mma.’ He took her hand and folded it in
his.
‘A fiancee is the woman I’m going to marry.
Her name is Cynthia.’
The slap that landed on his shaved head
this time was hotter, scorching, and hadn’t
been spurred by ecstasy.
to be continued
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