Alex came to realise that people in the village commiserated more than those in the town. When he’d arrived the village with his grand parents, neighbours gathered at their house, of which Alex was happy to see was cement built, as opposed to his fear of a mud house.
The neighbours came with food, knowing his grand parents would be hungry. When they saw him, the immediately sent for their children, which were of the same age group as himself.
Alex had dreaded meeting new people, especially in the government school his grand father had intimated him of, he had wondered if he would ever be able to make friends or fit in, since he was from the city.
But to his shock, the boys that were his neighbours and apparently attended the school he would be attending were as talkative and friendly as much his friends at Port Harcourt had been awkward in the face of his tragedy.
Alex felt as though the village boys, his neighbours, as their houses were the closest to his grandparent’s house, were trying their best to help him forget his tragedy. They weren’t awkward at all and didn’t seem embarrassed when he’d corrected their bad English, contrarily, the eagerly accepted his corrections and hassled him for more.
He felt welcomed. His new friends, Joseph, popularly called Jojo, Uko and Ekanem were his closest. And when his parents’ bodies arrived from Port Harcourt for the burial, they stuck to him like glue and stood by him when his parents were lowered into the ground.
All his new friends wore black t-shirts and insisted he do same. His grandfather had wanted him to wear a dress shirt but his grandmother had shushed her husband and told Alex to wear whatever he felt comfortable with; he knew the woman he was just getting to know just didn’t want more pressure on him.
Jojo went as far as patting his back and putting his hand over his shoulder as he sobbed while sand was unceremoniously poured over their coffins, it helped that Jojo was almost the same height as Alex.
“Don’t cry too much o, Miss cat-walk is looking at you. I think you’re the only one that can win her but if you appear weak, she will never look at you again,” Jojo whispered in his ear while Uko and Ekanem formed a wall in front of him to hide his tears.
Even in tears, the thought of a female with such a nickname, broke into his cloud of sadness and he nodded, while quickly wiping his tears.
“Who is Miss cat-walk?” he asked as he sniffled and wiped his eyes more.
A group of adults passed by the boys and made sure they patted Alex’s shoulder in commiseration. His friends waited patiently before Ekanem answered his question.
“Rumour has it that her mother worked as a harlot in Lagos and when she was tired of taking care of a teenager, she abandoned her in the village and returned to her life of partying.”
Alex was fascinated and wished fervently to meet someone from a big city who now lived in the village, just like him; he believed they would have similar likes and worries.
Jojo tapped his back, “That’s her,” he whispered urgently and Alex looked up with swollen eyes and his breath caught in his throat as his eyes met that of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He stared with his mouth slightly ajar at the chocolate skinned, curvy beauty; she looked more like an adult than a teenager.
Her breasts strained the bodies of her dress and her legs were the straight and full to the ankle kind, with dainty feet. His heart beat fast as she maintained eye contact with him until Uko tittered into his curbed hands. Her eyes swivelled to Uko beside him and the formerly warm gaze morphed into cold and angry and Uko’s humour ceased instantly.
“She’s beautiful,” Alex murmured unconsciously as he watched her walk away with her grandmother.
“Yes, but she’s also a witch,” Ekanem stated.
Jojo laughed at the startled look on Alex’s face but he had to curb his mirth when his own parents gave him the evil eye for laughing at a tragic event.
“Not that kind of witch,” Jojo explained with a hand covering his mouth so that his parents wouldn’t see he was talking.
“That wicked eye she gave me is why she is called a witch. I heard that a senior boy in our school asked her to be his girlfriend and the eye she gave him caused the senior to pee in his trouser,” Uko related sincerely.
Alex chose to ignore the fierceness of her look, “It’s not that hard, I can make her my girlfriend,” he boasted to his new friends.
The boys looked at him as though he was mad and so he silently determined that he would prove his words to them. He took one last look at his parents’ grave and followed his friend home to the array of food that had been prepared at his grandparents’ house.
A few hours later, when it had become dark and the adults were enjoying their own company and paid no mind to the teenagers, Alex proved himself.
It started as a joke.
A particular cook among the many that had gathered at his grandparents’ house to prepare the food had been entirely too solicitous to him since his return from the grave side. She was definitely older than him and made sure she touched him lingeringly every time she came to ask if they needed more food.
“Hmm, we are receiving a lot of food and drinks at our table because of you,” Uko commented before shovelling a spoon full of jellof rice into his mouth with a piece of meat, Ekanem nodded in agreement.
“If only Madam Ukpe’s sister was our age, I would say she liked you,” Jojo said coyly.
It was then Alex pulled his mind from thinking about Miss cat-walk to look at Madam Ukpe’s sister. She was a bit older than Aunty Flora but shorter and darker. And when she realised Alex was looking at her, she grasped the bottom of her wrapper and wiped sweat from her neck to her impressive breast, making sure her blouse pulled down slightly in the process.
Alex smiled at her and knew he had found the perfect moment to prove himself to his new friends.
“I can sleep with her if I want to,” he declared and almost laughed at the shocked looks his friends were giving him.
“But she’s an adult, in fact, she can be my mother’s age o,” Uko whispered in shock.
“She’s not that old but she’s too old for a fourteen year old like you, she would never agree,” Jojo stated.
“But she doesn’t know I’m fourteen,” Alex said slyly while winking at the lady who smiled shyly and looked away. “Besides, I was doing my house maid and senior girls in my school.”
Silence reigned on their table until Ekanem moved closer, “You’re lying.”
Uko laughed, looking relief as he felt it had been a joke.
“I don’t believe you,” Jojo said but his eyes wanted it to be true so badly.
Alex shrugged off their disbelief calmly and drank from his bottle of sprite.
“Prove it then. If you succeed to kiss her, I’ll believe,” Ekanem stated.
“Kiss her and…and…” Uko frowned as he thought of the most outrageous sexual task to give to Alex.
“And press her breast,” Jojo supplied and Uko nodded in agreement.
“Yes, kiss her and press her big breast,” Uko emphasized in a whisper.
“I will,” Alex replied and once again his friends were astounded as they had expected him to crumble in defeat at the challenge but he got up and went into the house, returning to their table a few minutes later.
His eyes roamed and found his grandparents in conversation with their neighbours and other sympathizers; they didn’t look like they would need him anytime soon. Alex caught Madam Ukpe’s sister’s gaze and held it while walking confidently towards the bush that housed the former bathroom before his grandparents’ house had been modernized to include in-house WC.
He wasn’t so sure she would come. His heart hammered in his chest as he paced the bush track. Alex had been about to return to the event and accept defeat to his new friends when she pushed a mighty cocoyam leaf aside and stepped into the bush.
She smiled shyly at him and he smiled back.
“You were looking at me,” Alex started but stood where he was.
“How did you know if you were not looking at me?” she countered and moved closer. Darkness had fallen and the noise from the event created a kind of cloak around them.
Alex didn’t know what to say after that. It had been easier with the senior girls in his school, those ones knew what they wanted and were not afraid to go after it, all he’d had to do was provide his body.
She cleared her throat and moved closer again, “I cannot be gone for long. I told my sister I wanted to shit,” she explained, since she was closer, Alex could see the coyness in her eyes.
He still didn’t know what to say but his silence seemed to pull her closer, now her breasts were a hair’s breath from his chest and he heard her breathing coming in pants, she was afraid he didn’t want her; it was weird that his silence threatened her advance.
“I’m twenty five. How old are you?” she asked breathlessly to cover the silence.
“Twenty five, too,” he replied.
His reply excited her, “I’m sorry about your parents,” she said, her hand slowly landing caressingly on his chest.
“Thank you,” he said, his heart hammering but he didn’t move an inch.
“I don’t know if you would like me to comfort you,” she whispered and pressed her breasts fully on his chest. Reaching for his hand, she raised it and placed on one of her breasts; Alex wasted no time, he squeezed it immediately, his other hand hurriedly doing the same.
She moaned and leaned back on the trunk of a tree while reaching for the swollen fly of his trouser. Alex rocked against her hand and kissed her on the mouth.
Mrs. Ukpe’s sister immediately unfurled her wrapper and flicked it open on the shrubbery. Without being told, she crawled on it, lay on her back and spread her legs…she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Alex panted and his hands shook as he pulled out the condom and pulled it on just as Flora had taught him. When he knelt between her legs, the stench of her sex was cloying and he gagged for a second before quickly using his huge device to search for and slip into her slippery hole.
It didn’t last long. But as he listened to her pants of pleasure as she came, his trouser hanging down his thighs, he was sure it was mosquito that was causing the stinging sensation on his bare buttocks; he heard noises approaching their rendezvous.
Mrs Ukpe’s sister chose that moment to come again with a keening cry. Alex slapped his hand over her mouth and pumped into her a few, very quick, times and released while biting his shirt to curb his groans.
“She said she wanted to use the toilet,” he heard a matured woman’s voice say worriedly.
“Madam, please let me go and bring a flash light before we enter there…” that was Jojo’s voice.
“What were you boys doing here anyway?” she asked suspiciously; as a teacher, it was her job to suspect the dubious moves of teenagers at every turn.
Probably spying on us, Alex thought, as he got to his feet and tried to tiptoe away quietly.
“We were urinating, Madam,” Ekanem replied and Alex imagined Uko nodding in agreement.
For a twenty five year old, his recent sex partner was pretty slow. While he had discarded the used condom and was buckling his belt behind a tree on the other side of the bush, a side he could easily wade through and pop into the crowded compound, she was just then getting to her feet and making a racket while doing so.
“Abigail, is that you?”
Later, Jojo regaled him of the lie Abigail told her sister, Mrs Ukpe, of losing the candle she had carried to the bush toilet and falling over in the dark. The boys had had a good laugh and couldn’t express how awesome Alex was, they wanted him to teach them and he agreed. He had become a legend in their eyes.
ALEX OF IKOT UKAP ADVENTURES continues
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