Black Pages Of The Past - Episode 5

 

THE FOLLOWING DAY, in the evening, I was standing on the balcony, leaning against its railing, admiring the beautiful scenery before me, when I heard someone approach me from behind. I turned to look. It was Chineye. I hadn’t seen her all day, because she went for lectures – the last of which was responsible for her coming home late.

She came and stood beside me on the balcony. She greeted me, quietly . I returned the gesture. She looked solemn, and was somewhat uncomfortable – or to put it better, embarrassed. We both admired the gorgeous panorama before us, in silence, for some time. My uncle’s house is situated in one of the best locations in the state.

I glanced covertly at my friend. I could see she wanted to say something, but didn’t exactly know how to begin. So, I decided to help her.

I said, “Chi, don’t worry about last night...I’m not, in any way, angry with you.” That was the push she needed. She apologised for her indecent behaviour the previous night, stating she didn’t know what came over her. She pleaded with me to forgive her. I told her I’d already done that, which was true.

She asked if we were still friends. I assured her we still were

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. At this she smiled, brightened visibly, and narrated how her day went. In the end she asked if I wanted to play a game of Chess. To convince her I held nothing against her I agreed. We played the game, thrice. And, as usual, she won each time.

Our friendship went on smoothly – having cast aside the dark clouds of abominable intimacy that had threatened it.

A couple of days later, my uncle presented me with bittersweet news: his friend at ESUTECH had, regrettably, informed him that he couldn’t help me process my admission to study Mechanical Engineering. But, he could help me get in to study Chemistry – since I did Science-oriented subjects in my Nov/Dec GCE. The ball was now in my court. I didn’t spend a second considering the Chemistry option. It was Mechanical Engineering or nothing else. In fact, I was willing to sit for another JAMB examination – just to achieve my aim.

Fortunately, my father and my uncle, unlike other members of my family, stood on my side of the fence. My stay in Enugu was no longer necessary. I had to return to Lagos. Chineye, of course, was saddened by the unanticipated development. But my mind was already made up – and no one, not even her, was going to change it.

Two days to my departure from Enugu, my uncle and his wife travelled to Asaba, for the burial ceremony of a close family friend. They planned to spend a few days there.

A night to my departure, around 11PM, after a refreshingly cold shower, I, dressed only in shorts, was about to climb into bed, and sleep off, when I heard a soft knock on the door. Without really giving it much thought I told whoever it was to come in.

The door opened and Chineye walked in.

Again, I was astonished. What is she looking for this time?

She was clad in a pink, silk robe.

For some strange reason I felt uneasy. Very uneasy.

But before I could utter a word, she held out her laced fingers in a pleading gesture. “Please, Mike, don’t be offended...there’s something I need to tell you...it’s urgent.”

She now turned, locked and bolted the door behind her.

What on earth does she want to tell me behind a locked door? My uneasiness shot through the roof.

In what I can only describe as a split second, Chineye disrobed, and stood completely naked, all her natural glory displayed, before me.

I was distracted for an instant, just an instant, which was all the time she needed to close the distance between us. It seemed she floated, like some resolute spirit, across the room, towards me with celerity. She literarily threw herself at me. The impact knocked me slightly backward. She held me in a vice-like embrace – simultaneously planting her hot and demanding lips on mine...her ready tongue plunging deep into my mouth...tasting, searching, and probing.

I tried to push her away, but she fought back, clinging on – utterly determined not to let go of me. She was purring like a cat on heat; and she kept muttering, at intervals, “Oh I want you...I want you so bad...I want you inside me...deep inside...please, Mike, take me...take me...and don’t stop...”

I tried to push her away again, but I really couldn’t. Her grip was extraordinarily strong.

“Make love to me...” she blurted out, her voice husky with emotion. It sounded more like an order.

At that point, the feel of her soft, delicate and nude body against me, the intoxicating smell of the perfume on her smooth skin, and the deliciousness of her hot lips and tongue, had to a great extent clouded my reasoning, and eroded the firm foundation of my self-control.

Chineye, apparently, sensed this, as she began to feverishly run her hands all over my partially nude body – drawing me deeper into the abyss of ecstasy.

Then she inserted her right hand into my shorts and, with her fingers gently and deftly massaged the shaft of my private member, which, against my will, was already throbbing hard, at full attention. I felt all resistance and logic go out the window.

I lifted Chineye up, and she straddled me, firmly wrapping her legs around me. I carried her to the bed, where I carefully positioned her, and together we rode the thunderous waves of pleasure.

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. It was simply explosive...so explosive that we did it again.

Some minutes after our second round of illicit engagement, Chineye climbed down from the bed, and went and retrieved her robe, which was still lying on the floor where she’d dropped it earlier. She slipped it on, held it in place with its cord, and came back to the bed where I was lying lazily and observing her. She leaned down, and we kissed for almost a minute; lips over lips, tongue over tongue.

After the intense kiss, she smiled – a satisfied smile – and said, “I really enjoyed myself, Mike. Thank you very much. Have a safe trip back to Lagos.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I merely smiled and nodded.

Chineye straightened up, turned around, went to the door, unbolted it, unlocked it, and listened closely for movements outside. Satisfied, she opened the door, glanced furtively along both sides of the passageway, walked out, and shut the door behind her.

After a satisfying stretch I got down from the bed, went to the bathroom, and took another cool shower. After that I came back to the room, fell on the bed, and dozed off. Truthfully, I had thoroughly enjoyed myself. I guessed a part of me had always lusted after my cousin.

I felt no guilt or regret...not until a couple of days later. But, somehow, I was able to put the entire unholy affair behind me.

At least that was what I thought.

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