She crossed my gate that fateful evening. I was just seeing off John when she passed by in company of her sister. Our conversation seized abruptly as both girls came within a foot of us. It was like a thunderbolt just struck us mute. Never had such beauty cross my path before now. Both girls were dazzling but it was the younger one that got me frozen. Tall and slender with a dimpled cheek that embellished her smile. Such dazzling smile that made you feel like you were gazing at the goddess of beauty, whenever she smiled at you. And yes, she did smile at me. Although quite brief but it would last in my memory forever.
Where did these angels come from? This was the question running through our minds, as I’d later confirm from my friend, John. Or rather, where did this angel come from? Was the question on my mind. It was not that her sister wasn’t equally breathtaking but she just simply held me spellbound. The reason for this, I just couldn’t explain. As quickly as they appeared, they soon vanished down the street. But truth be told, I and my friend had no other meaningful conversation after that encounter, for she was all that was on my mind all the way. Well, what else would you expect from a sixteen year old boy?
“Ada, do you know those girls that just bought kerosene before ‘Mama Oyibo’ came?” I asked my sister who was making the entry of our just concluded sales.
“Julia and her sister?” she asked without looking up from the sales record. “Which one is Julia?”
“The elder one.”
“Hmmm….” was all I could say, unsure of how to continue my inquiry without raising my sister’s suspicion. It was all in vain, trust my sister, her suspicion was sufficiently raised.
“Why are you asking after them, anyway? She asked finally, looking up at me with a mischievous grin.
“Nothing!” I blurted out “Can’t I just ask about two new faces I just noticed?”
Her look told me she definitely didn’t buy that. Nothing I said would convince her otherwise so, I simply looked away in a bid to ignore her. Well, it wasn’t Ada’s nature to simply let things go especially when they aroused her interest.
“Well, which one of them do you like?" she asked, turning around to face me.
"They just moved into that brown house at the end of the street. I could hook you two up, you know?”
“Go away” I said to her, playfully tossing one of my slippers at her.
What’s the name of the younger one? I could have asked her but not anymore. I wasn’t going to give her the chance of having more fun at my expense. I will handle the rest myself.
Her smile. Warmth rushed into my heart as I remembered that smile. It was such that I’d never seen before. Wide and sensuous with her snow white teeth gleaming at me. Her lips were full and I could imagine how soft and sweet they would be if I kissed them. Well, I actually did kiss them. It happened on the balcony of our house. I was finally able to invite her to my house, and it was on one of these occasions that I pulled it off. We were sitting side by side on the floor of the balcony at night watching people walk along the street and talking about something I don’t remember. Well, it doesn’t really matter if I can’t remember. What matters is what I’ll always remember. How can I forget the best part?
Maybe it was something I said. She turned to me and smiled and just as Chris de Burgh sang, she took my breath away.
Really, I’ve never had this kind of feeling.
Looking at those eyes --those big innocent eyes-- her dazzling smile left me in a pleasant form of shock. I held her gaze for a couple of seconds before she looked away. What followed shortly was a sequel I would always find hard to believe especially on the part I played. Without thinking, just as soon as she looked away, I placed my hand across her shoulders.
”Your smile drives me crazy.", I said, using that same hand on her shoulders to steer her gently so she could face me. Her eyes widened with pleasure as she looked up to catch my gaze. Holding her gaze again, I was instantly lost in a ceaseless pool of desire.
I kissed her. Her lips were the softest and sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Holding it with mine in what seemed like an eternal lock; I was in bliss, oblivious to everything else around me. All my senses were locked in on this one thing – the kiss! How much I wanted all of her, how fast I wanted to taste all of her. I just couldn’t get enough. It was crazy! Absolutely crazy as I traced the inside of her lips with my tongue and intermittently nibbled her lips softly with my teeth. Pausing to catch our breath, I gazed into her eyes only be drawn forcefully back by an invisible magnet. We just couldn’t have enough of each other as only a few seconds later we were ravishing each other again, more greedily this time, succumbing to the electrifying tension between us. With my left hand gently massaging the nape of her neck, my right hand began to work its way up and down her body. The beast in me roared.
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Bringing my lips down to kiss, in a tracing manner, the outline of her jaw, she let out moans of pleasure heightening my own sense of pleasure. The muscles in my middle tightened in a fierce cord-like grip as she moaned even louder. The beast in me was breaking loose as my lips worked its way down her neck. I was squeezing hard, and she was squeezing harder with my loins about to burst. We couldn’t get enough of each other; we wanted more but it wasn’t coming fast enough. Our mouth found each other again and our tongues drove in deeper and fiercer, in and out, in and out, in and …..
“Chinedu. Chinedu.”
I woke up with a start as I heard my mum call me.
“Chinedu!” she called again.
“Yes mummy!” I shouted back in reply, still dazed from my sudden jolt back to reality.
“Damn” I swore under my breath. I couldn’t believe this had all been a dream. Never had a dream felt so much better than reality.
“Chinedu, aren’t you going to school today? Can’t you see what time it is already?” mum called out from the kitchen.
“I am,” I replied with a groan.
Reluctantly getting up from my bed, I hit the light switch only to stare at my bed in horror.
Right there, on the bed, was my pillow bitten and torn into a mangled form.
“Arrgh.”
“What is it?” mum called out.
“Nothing.”
I sulked all the way to school, and school was actually boring all through. I’ve been shot by cupid’s arrow, and my heart was restless. And restless it shall be until it successfully woos the object of its affections.
It was already worse enough that I ate my pillow while dreaming of kissing her. This time, I must definitely do something about it.
My chance came, in the school bus, on my way back from school. Usually John and I sat together at the last row, but for a reason I couldn’t make out, he was not sitting with me this time. In fact, he was nowhere to be seen. Whatever happened to him, I reasoned. But my concern for my best friend immediately vanished as I looked up to see her walk down the bus’ aisle towards me. So she’s also enrolled in my school? Suddenly, my heart starts beating furiously. Please God let her sit by my side, and John wherever you’re just remain there until she sits. I prayed fervently. She flashed her dazzling smile as soon as she saw me, and I felt my face flush with heat.
“Can I sit here?” she cooed softly.
Wow. Such voice. I never imagined she had such sweet, alluring voice.
“Can I?” she asked again.
“Huh.”
"Yes. Yes” I replied, recollecting myself.
“Thank you,” she said, taking her seat, primly.
Thank you? Such courteousness. I should be the one thanking you for honoring me by sitting by my side, I thought.
Turning to steal a glance at her, I saw she was simply staring forward, shoulders slumped in her seat. What little courage I had dropped. She just might not be interested in me and with this thought, I turned to look out of the window.
Five minutes passed before I felt a tap on my shoulders.
“What are you looking at?” she asked
“Ehmm… Nothing,” I replied.
“Are you sure? I thought you were watching those children playing masquerade”.
I looked again, and truly we had just passed some children dancing behind a masquerade.
“Oh!” I said for lack of something to say.
Well, I didn’t even need to say that as she immediately took over and started all sort of stories about masquerades. I was hearing but wasn’t listening. Who ever knew she could talk this much. When she finally paused, I now had the courage to say.
“My name is Chinedu. What’s your name?”
“Wake up.”
“Wake up?”
“Chinedu, you are sleeping, wake up!” John persisted, shaking me harder.
“Ah God! Not again,” I muttered, as soon as I realized I had fallen asleep in class.
Shooting my friend an angry look that made him cringe, I buried my head on my desk again. He should at least have waited until she told me her name. I didn’t even get her name. What’s her name?
“Arrgh!!!” I shouted out in frustration.
“Who is that?” our history teacher asked, looking up from the note he was dictating.
“Nobody” I said.
