EPISODE 11 – CAST AWAY
It had been three days since Henry’s visit and in those days, Flora tried her utmost to seduce Alex to no avail.
At first, he had claimed tiredness from walking around town with Henry. And then Flora had pounced on that, insistently asking about everything Henry had said; of course, Alex omitted Henry’s suspicions at the end and told her only the relaxed football discussions they’d had.
On the second day, he lied that he wasn’t feeling well due to the alcohol he had consumed when he’d gone out with Henry.
Tonight, he fisted his hands as he looked elsewhere, but his peripheral vision still caught Flora’s sensual moves as she pretended to elaborately pull off her dress as she’d just returned from work. She’d been doing this since Henry had visited and he’d pretended not to be in the mood, while trying to hide his painful erection.
He had out rightly refused to have sex with her tonight with no excuses but he was almost breathless with the intensity of his arousal. Alex rolled off the ground and made a mad dash for the door when Flora bent her naked torso in a bid to pull off her panties, showing off her cunt in the process.
“Come back here, Akwaowo!” she snapped angrily as all her manoeuvres weren’t resulting to her wish.
Alex ignored her, rushing towards the shack bathroom. His breathing was loud and rapid as he tried to calm his pounding heart enough to try and reduce his throbbing erection.
After a minute of deep breaths and tightly shut eyes, the arousal still wouldn’t go down; his mind eye was inundated with the vision of Flora, naked and bent over and his basic instinct prodded towards just sliding his stiff length into her hole.
But he couldn’t, not after Henry’s niceness. He would never have started it in the first place if he’d known of Henry’s existence, added to that, the man actually suspected she was cheating, so, never again, Alex thought and grabbed his dick, pressing it hard, he tried to make it go down, but it reacted by getting hard at the touch of his hand.
“I can help you with that,” a small voice whispered from behind him, making Alex jump almost out of his skin, but consciously refused to turn around as his short was embarrassingly tented with his arousal.
As a clustered compound, he had definitely met Idong, who was about his only age mate in the compound. They had exchanged long stares whenever they met but Alex had never thought to do anything, not with Flora in the same compound and Idong living with her parents, he didn’t want any scandals.
“I saw you running from aunty Flora’s house…and I saw your…” she didn’t have to say it, her voice held the coyness only women managed to express in their tone when they were sensual.
“Go back home, I’ll be fine,” Alex snapped.
“I brought one of my brother’s condoms,” she explained as though Alex hadn’t spoken and proceeded to tear it.
The crackling sound of the condom wrap seemed to intensify his arousal. What was wrong with women, couldn’t they take a ‘no’, Alex silently wondered, as his breathing kicked up again.
Idong was reaching forward from behind him to grab his distended penis and though Alex wanted to shift it away from her, his hips at their own accord, accommodated her touch.
She was a slip of a girl, not bony but not fat either and Alex knew all he had to do was push her away and it would be over as he was way taller and stronger than her. But that’s not what happened. Idong coaxed him with whispered words, her voice seemed to hypnotise him, she turned to face him, meaning her back was to the fence, they were cowered in a corner where the floodlight from the big house didn’t reach.
In the shadow, Idong went on her knees in front of Alex, pulled down his shorts and hummed as the smooth head of his penis popped up. It was as though she couldn’t help herself, she reached forward and licked the pre-cum that blossomed on the head. She smacked her lips and swallowed the mushroom head into her mouth.
Alex hissed in pleasure and unconsciously pushed into her mouth. He looked down, even in the gloom, he could see how stretched her mouth was over the large circumference of his penis. His knees weakened and he had to slam his hand on the fence to steady his stance as her head bobbed up and down his pole.
“This is not a good idea,” he gasped while pumping his hips, enjoying the wet slide of his pole into the warm cavern of her mouth.
Idong allowed his hardness to pop out of her mouth and proceeded to slide the opened condom on him. Without further ado, she immediately pulled down her panties, allowing it hang on her knees as she turned and bent over.
Alex was blind with arousal, he shifted close and slammed into her with one powerful thrust, both of them moaned and then consciously held their breaths as they were aware they could be caught any time. The illicitness of the whole situation added to the eroticism of the moment as they moved against each other.
They had never had a conversation that lasted a minute with topics ranging from hellos to how are yous and long stares. Deep down, Alex hoped she wasn’t out for a relationship. As usual, guilt suffused him as he pumped into her, he was thinking of his grannies and how he was even in this strange town because he hadn’t been able to zip up, invariably leading to being accused of what he hadn’t done. But most of the villagers believed because, well, he’d become known for sleeping around.
Alex had thought Idong would be tight as she was slim and his size usually caused pain the first time he entered a woman, but he had passed in freely and even in the throes of illicit passion, he wondered if she was a victim of early sexual experience. She was his age or younger, and yet, she was already stretched open; how many men had she slept with like this?
He knew she was experienced in illicit sex since he didn’t have to warn her against moaning loudly as opposed to his school girls at the village where he’d had to put a palm over their mouth and continuously threaten to stop if they don’t reduce their moans.
Alex noticed she sighed with her mouth wide open to filter her gasps and she slapped a palm over her mouth to hold in her moans. She had done this severally, and it made Alex guiltier to have agreed to this, to have added to other men that had objectified her.
He quickened his movements and she released for the third or fourth time, he had lost count, and then he released, groaning but smothering the sound by biting his t-shirt. Alex immediately staggered away from her, his legs felt weak from expelling three days worth of arousal.
Idong pulled off her panties completely, and then she walked forward and squatted in front of a plastic bucket that Alex was just noticing. She had come prepared; she washed her privates silently and asked if Alex would too.
Since she didn’t seem embarrassed about what they’d just done, Alex decided to stop worrying. He discarded the filled condom in the general pit toilet and then decided to take a bath with the water she had remained. He just rinsed the sweat and sex smell from his body and they returned differently to their houses.
It was weird for Alex that Idong hadn’t tried to relate familiarly with him. Women had always been clingy after sex with him and he’d had to be rude to get them off, but Idong was different. In fact, there were no more longing stares from her, he’d become the one looking at her at a stretch and wondering if he had actually dreamt up their night of illicit sex.
In the days that followed, Flora refused to feed Alex as he had refused to have sex with her. Consequently, he had to spend the little money he had on rationing his meals, he put more effort in reaching Isaac and Ekanem, as he had slacked in that when he’d been cosy with Flora.
Soon his money dwindled and as though Flora could sense his predicament, she resumed her seduction plans.
It was a Sunday evening and she had cooked jellof rice with a sweet aroma that permeated the whole compound, even neighbours commented as they passed by. She fried beef and plantain and proceeded to bring the feast inside the house where Alex was sprawled in a corner, almost mad from hunger.
“You can eat as much as you want if you give me what I want,” she declared succinctly.
“I’m not a cheater,” Alex grumbled as he had been doing the past few days.
“You’ll die of hunger then,” Flora said and laughed evilly.
“I won’t,” he snapped back and wondered why she was so despicable. She had a good man for crying out loud, what more did she want.
“See, Akwaowo, your loyalty to Henry is misplaced. Do you know what he has been doing when he travels? He goes for months sometimes and I don’t see him, do you think he is faithful? I am a woman and I have needs, just like Henry has needs and I don’t think he keeps himself faithful for me.”
“But he is a man,” Alex pointed out.
“If I had water handy, I would pour it on you,” Flora snapped angrily, “So, because he is a man, it is okay for him to cheat, but it’s not okay for a woman,” Flora eyed him with disdain. “How old are you again?”
It took a while before he grudgingly answered, “I’m almost nineteen.”
“Almost nineteen and you already have the innate arrogance of men. Abeg, come and fuck me jor!” she commanded as she began pulling her cloths as though the discussion was over and settled.
Alex shook his head and looked away without saying anything.
Flora approached and he panicked and held out his hand to fend her off, but his palm landed directly on her naked breast.
“Hmm, yes,” she moaned with a smug smile of victory, but Alex snatched his hand away and scooted from her touch.
The problem was, his dick had already responded to the stimulus of touching her soft breast and it was growing by the second and Flora saw this.
“Seriously, Akwaowo, stop this childishness. I’m so horny and wet and I need your big rod to fill me up,” she begged plaintively.
Alex tried and managed to dash to the door but she had locked it, and while he tried to jiggle the rusty and difficult to turn key, she reached him and tore his short in the struggle to touch his hard penis.
Grunts and gasps of efforts echoed in the room. Alex tried to fend her off without hurting her, Flora noticed and pressed the advantage. Her aim was to just grab his penis and caress and his defences would crumble. She wasn’t wrong, and it was the reason Alex wouldn’t let her touch him.
Despite his carefulness, he still left red marks on her skin when she became extremely forceful and he had to use his strength to hold her back. It would have been comical how determined she seemed; Alex was leaning on the wooden door while holding her arms crossed over her body in front of her. But Flora used the opportunity to rub her buttocks on his hardness, moaning in the process, Alex immediately shoved her away, the same moment a heavy knock sounded on the door.
With a sigh of relief, Alex instantly turned for the key and this time it unlocked easily. Dragging open the door, he was shocked speechless to find Henry standing there. And like magic, Flora broke down and started sobbing; she thanked God through her tears that Henry had arrived just in time.
Alex didn’t understand what she was talking about and why anyone would believe her. But as he couldn’t say anything, and Henry’s eyes lowered, and returned with a furious mien, Alex looked down and found the front of his trousers standing, he knew there was no way he could convince anybody he was innocent.
“Get out!” Henry said through gritted teeth, but the words were heavy and forceful with his anger.
“Get out immediately before I decide to react the way you deserve!”
Alex turned immediately, this time his arousal had lagged and shrivelled. He grabbed his always neatly packed bag and walked out of the house.
It took him almost fifteen minutes to realize that once again he had no way to go and had only two hundred naira in his pocket. When the numbness melted, his heart beat picked up. And like weeks ago, he went back to Isaac’s house, dropped his bag on the veranda before making his way to the small shop whose owner also made call services.
“Ah, customer, you have come again. It’s been long o; where you able to reach your people since that time?” Mama Saviour, the friendly shop owner asked.
It was then the futility of his predicament rose like a stifling cloud to clog his throat and he had to cough to try and reply. But, just so he wouldn’t embarrass himself and cry like a baby, he just shook his head.
Mama Saviour hitched Saviour, her six month old son, up her hips and assumed a pitying expression, “Na wa o, and Isaac never return o. You should have tried calling him now before coming back,” she commented worriedly, as though she couldn’t figure out what to do for him
Alex realized that she felt he had gone home this whole time he hadn’t shown up and was now back to check on Isaac again. He allowed her to think that as he didn’t have the strength to correct her or tell the pitiful story.
“I want to call him now,” he croaked out, while giving a slight smile to Saviour, receiving a toothless grin from the baby.
But Alex couldn’t make his call immediately because Mama Saviour was alone at the shop and with a six month old on her hips, she couldn’t do everything at once. He sat there for two hours, mostly listening to customers ask her why she didn’t have fresh groceries like beef, pumpkin vegetable or fresh fish.
“You know I am alone. And my younger sister is still writing exams, so she can’t come yet. There’s nobody to watch my shop or hold Saviour for me to go to the market and buy those things. Even these provision, I have a customer that can make delivery for me from his store, but that one, sometimes, he forgets that I had made an order. It’s not easy for me o,” was her standard reply to these incessant questions.
Apparently, the people in that street weren’t just artisans, other connecting streets had bankers and civil servants and various professionals who only had time in the evening to shop for things and Mama Saviour’s shop was the only convenient shop close by to get groceries; her shop was their market and they expected she have everything.
An idea began forming in Alex’s head but then, after hours, Mama Saviour then decided to appear before his unseeing eyes, apologizing profusely about abandoning him for so long. She’d put her son on her back, wrapping him on her body with a wrapper to enable her move freely as her shop was usually inundated with customers in the evening.
When she brought him the phone, he tried Isaac’s number first, as usual, it didn’t go and his heart fell. Reluctantly, he called Ekanem not expecting that it would connect but it did and his friend answered the call instantly.
“Ekanem! Oh God, Ekanem, I’m happy to hear your voice,” Alex almost sobbed. “What happened to your phone?”
“Alex!” Ekanem exclaimed equally, “My phone had issues so I sent it for repairs o. Finally, I had to buy a new phone. How is Uyo now?”
And Alex told him everything he had gone through and what was happening then. He had to talk really fast because he didn’t have enough money for more than two minutes worth of call. And Ekanem answered in the affirmative that the village still wasn’t conducive to return.
Ekanem was able to tell him that Jojo’s parents had misplaced Isaac’s phone number and probably hadn’t known he had travelled. He promised to tell his grannies what had happened excluding Flora’s debacle.
“I will send you games to play at a white paper place. Do you have one hundred naira, at least?”
“After this call, that’s what will remain. I plan on sleeping on Isaac’s veranda…”
“Okay, cut the call, I’ll text the codes to this number,” Ekanem said urgently, as though he knew the call would soon end. Before Alex could complain about the futility of the game codes, Ekanem ended the call.
“My friend will be sending a text message to your number,” Alex informed Mama Saviour while paying for the almost two minute call.
“I’m glad you finally reached your friend. Shebi, you’ll wait small for the message?” she asked and he nodded.
It wasn’t a small wait.
An hour later, Alex copied out the game codes, sighed at Ekanem’s command to make sure he played it. He shrugged as he made his way to the nearest game shop; he had nothing to lose. After betting the game, he was left with only twenty naira, he planned to buy a sachet of water at Mama Saviour’s shop whenever the woman closed.
He wanted to sneak into Isaac’s compound without being seen, so that had to happen really late. He was afraid he would be regarded a mad man and would be chased from Isaac’s veranda.
Mama Saviour’s husband joined her at the shop and took over selling while she practically passed out on a plastic chair with Saviour in her arms. They stayed as late as 11:30pm before closing and Alex got his sachet of water, his dinner. He was grateful that Mama Saviour and her husband were kind people and allowed him sit in the enclosed veranda of their shop.
When he got to Isaac’s compound, all doors seemed locked up for the night. He was grateful he’d not passed anyone, he pulled out his wrapper, threw it over himself and used his bag as a pillow.
He couldn’t sleep for hours. His mind wouldn’t settle down as it replayed the chronicle of things that had happened to him, starting with Flora and his parents’ death. His heart thumped heavily every time a nocturnal animal sounded close to his sleeping spot; all the stories of witchcrafts that his grandmother loved to discuss with Jojo’s mother came flooding into his mind and he believed he would die.
But no one can cheat nature; fatigue finally caught up with him and his eyes drooped shut. He was startled awake when a neighbour opened a particularly rusty hinged door.
“What are you doing on my veranda?” a guy asked tiredly, standing a wary distance away, but Alex could make out the familiar facial features that made this guy Jojo’s brother, Isaac.
ALEX OF IKOT UKAP ADVENTURES continues
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