Near miss
The way Ngozi's button departed at her neck below area depicted a clear picture of the Y-like shape of the river Niger and Benue diagram that hangs steadily at our secondary school wall. The departure betrayed the underlying circumference of her breasts. The cleavage which was popped up as an effect to the extremely tight bra was what actually drowned Chima's attention. Words left the mouth of Ngozi as she was trying to explain to Chima how stressful her day was, but Chima's optical nerves were busy transmitting stimuli of affection through his sensory neurons to his brain. To that effect, some necessary hormones has resumed work and signals sent to that independent being situated below the belt.
Chima who naturally was an extrovert became suspiciously quiet while his gaze is fixed somewhere of better importance to him than what Ngozi was saying. Ngozi discovered his unnatural quietness and came to the sofa where Chima was sitting. Baby what is that? She startled. It's actually nothing replied Chima who was now kicked back from his apoplectic imaginery state to the reality of a cool evening.
Ngozi drew closer, lowered her tone and whispered in a romantic voice, baby remember you can trust me. While she was saying all sort of things, Chima was been unfettered from the shackles of self-control. He dare to actualize his imagination and turned slowly towards Ngozi. Their eyes met and a conflagrant desire ignited, a desire of consummation.
Slowly but swiftly, a romantic aura descended on the briefly dark room while both beings lost words and eyes fixed on each other. Those natural but strong force that is mightier than mans determined will took over and override their senses, before they could cogitate their intention, their lips locked without waiting for a tik of the clock.
Chima has whished for this but always thought Ngozi who was very "churcheos" would rebuff any calculated or loose-guarded attempt. Ngozi was weak and this act that just ensued was palatable to relax her nerves... She cooperated!!
Chima a sharp guy that hides the fangs of his true identity and character under pressed shirts tucked-in on plain trousers was not a novice. He started slowly by rubbing his lips gently on Ngozi's soft pink lips, as the tempo increased, he ran his lips down her neck, extending it to those twin circular objects of sensation sitting on Ngozi's chest. He drove his lips back to her lips and started to exercise his tongue in a piercing and sucking manner. The hands were not lazy as it danced joyously while obediently carrying with due diligence its orders at the down region, tiptoeing from her back down to her laps before locating the primordial pot of pleasure where it will exercise the most pleasurable duty.
The independent being held prisoner was not left out as it has in its normal culture reared its sharp head like a far seeing Agama lizard. Chima thought he has broke the guiness book of record and was about employing more skills before a wave of breeze seem to have inculcated sense into Ngozi's skull and dragged her away from the wonder-garden.
Chima, this is not right!! Yes, i really love you but at least this should not be now... At this point, Chima's standing soldier began to deflect like a punctured tire as he has lost a battle, a war every whole man is willing to go even without necessary weapons. He cut in trying to know if she can convince her, Ngozi but you know i care about you, you know i won't hurt you...
Goodluck chiemelie okechukwu ®©
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