FOR THE LOVE OF FRIENDS
“I don’t do that any more,” Alex declared righteously.
“Iyaaa!” Ekanem exclaimed disbelievingly, eyeing him with mean eyes.
“Seriously, Alex, this isn’t the right time to go born-again on us,” Jojo pleaded.
“This is Mathematics and English o, if we have to re-sit it, the whole village will hear about it, and that’s embarrassing,” Uko added.
Alex scowled, folding his arms over his chest belligerently, most times, he regretted allowing himself to be known as a great sex giver, now every other person’s grandmother wanted him in their bed; it was annoying and ridiculous; he was just seventeen for Christ’s sake.
They had started their WAEC exams and Alex had been glad because it accorded him more time away from his grannies who still had not forgiven him for the debacle with Mistress Carol. It had become worse when they’d found out his nickname by the women of the village, his grandmother cried for two days, calling on his late parents, it was the most miserable time of his life.
His apologies were not accepted. His grannies’ disappointment in him clogged the whole house, sucking out the air from it and rendering him perpetually breathless. So, it was a welcome development when the WAEC extra classes begun and he had to attend it every evening. It was a relief when he had to return home at past six and sneak into his room for the rest of the night. His grannies had to beg him after a few days to resume eating his dinner because he had forfeited it for guiltless nights.
With the commencement of the exams though, everything had almost been back to normal and Alex had sworn to himself to remain in his grannies’ good books; he never wanted to experience their disappointment in him again; it was an extremely debilitating feeling.
For their JAMB exams, they had all travelled together to the much bigger village of Ikonombo. Coincidentally, Ekanem and Uko shared a centre while Alex and Jojo had been given another. The questions were a breeze, since Alex had forced them into reading and studying every past question papers they could get their hands on.
They were sure they would pass in this first sitting, but that would be defeated if they failed main subjects in WAEC, it would mean they have to retake WAEC or put in for GCE and since JAMB expired after a year, they would have to buy the form and take it again. One wasn’t guaranteed to be lucky with JAMB twice in a roll, besides, money was an issue, so it was pertinent they complete their exams once and for all and hope to enter the University with it.
The problem here was the external invigilator sent from Uyo to supervise Mathematics and English exams, the two most important subjects. Apparently, news had gotten out that their school was a special centre, where even candidates from the city were specially registered there, so that they would enjoy the benefits of exam malpractice and make good results.
So, the WAEC officials had decided to send their most strict supervisor, but the woman wasn’t so strict after all, because she wanted Alex to sleep with her, or else she would frustrate their efforts during the exams, even though, their group were definitely not engaging in exam malpractice.
It had been a shock when the woman had called Alex and his friends into her allotted office at the school. The conversation that followed had been more shocking. The woman, Miss Ukata, was the oldest woman that had solicited him for sex; she probably was forty years old and still unmarried and the years hadn’t been kind to her.
“My friend, Carol, told me to watch out for you,” she had begun with a slight smile, her dark face held a smirk that could only be described as evil. She was taller than Mistress Carol, in fact, she was almost as tall as Ekanem at 5ft 6; Alex just kept towering over everybody though, it seemed as though he wouldn’t stop growing.
At her opening comment, Alex and his friends stiffened in trepidation. Alex knew they knew what was coming but they were helpless to stop or avoid it.
“Your teachers here have good things to say about you. I hear your group is the most intelligent and that you people do not need exam ‘support’ to pass.”
The calm way she stated their academic prowess was confusing. Any friend of Mistress Carol was a threat, but her speaking of their pristine academic performance seemed like she was proud of them; but they soon found out, she wasn’t proud, she was just devious.
“I know about all the special candidates and the amount they are willing to pay. But in all my years as a teacher and also an invigilator, I’ve discovered that students that read and don’t depend on malpractice are the worst hit when something happens to their hard earned result.”
Uko hadn’t really understood the woman, so Jojo had whispered an explanation in barest terms to him; Miss Ukata would destroy their papers if Alex didn’t sleep with her.
“That woman wasn’t playing o,” Ekanem stated, angrily kicking a stone into the bush. They’d been standing there, half way home from school, thirty minutes after Miss Ukata’s proposition, discussing the situation, or more like, convincing Alex to just do it.
“Alex, please now,” Uko pleaded.
“It’s not like you’re not capable,” Jojo mildly pointed out.
And there in lay the problem, his accursed sexual capability had put them in this hot soup. And Miss Ukata wasn’t just devious but an evil genius too. It made no sense in the first place that she’d included his friends in the proposed punishment when she only wanted Alex in her bed.
It was as though the woman knew him deeply, because, if it had been just him, he probably would have resisted and maybe, report the situation to his grandparents or willingly fail and put in for GCE. But threatening his friends motivated them to do her dirty work of convincing him to give her what she wanted. The woman was smart. If Mistress Carol had done this then, it wouldn’t have taken so long for Alex to comply instead of only doing so because he was heartbroken over Nse’s departure.
“Let me think about it,” he muttered, even though he knew there was nothing to think about.
“Da! Mathematics is just two days to go and English follows immediately,” Ekanem snapped angrily at him.
“I know the exam time table, Ekanem!” Alex snapped back angrily, he was tired of his friend behaving as though this was his fault.
Uko smacked Ekanem on the chest to stop him from saying any other annoying words, but he still managed to mutter, “If it was me, I would’ve done the woman today sef, even in that her office. If I fail these subjects, you will not like me in this village,” he threatened.
Alex didn’t know what to answer, his anger had risen so much that it choked his vocal cords and all he wanted to do was furiously smack Ekanem’s face against a tree trunk.
“Let it go, Alex,” Jojo murmured and prodded him towards the general direction of their homes, while Uko made sure Ekanem walked across the dusty road, also heading home.
“Does he know what I face at home because of the issue with Mistress Carol? I promised myself I would never do something like this again,” Alex said, his lips quivered as though he was going to cry. The heaviness in his chest was so much he had to swallow severally to curb the urge of tears.
Jojo nodded in understanding, “It’s just because you a fine boy now, that’s why all these women want you,” he joked in a subdued tone but it made Alex chuckle, even though hesitantly.
“And we all know Ekanem is jealous of your capability. His girlfriend had once threatened to sleep with you when they had quarrelled,” Jojo murmured under his breath, so that Ekanem or Uko wouldn’t hear them from across the road.
Alex was startled by this news, “I would never sleep with anybody’s girlfriend, especially that of my friends. Mistress Carol had said that she had broken up with her man friend and that she was lonely,” he quickly explained. Apart from performing the mindless act to get his mind to forget Nse, he had also felt pity for Mistress Carol because she had begged that she was lonely since her man friend had broken up with her.
Jojo nodded in understanding, patting Alex’s back, he was almost the same height as Alex at 5ft 8. “You need to realise that women lie to get what they want,” Jojo pointed out sagely and Alex nodded. He knew his friend was right, he might be academically sound and sexually great, but Jojo had always been the wise one in their group.
Later that evening, with guilt in his throat, he lied to his grannies that he was attending a special mathematics lesson at school. It hadn’t been a complete lie, there was indeed a Mathematics extra class at the school and his friends were attending it, but he didn’t need it, his reading was enough and he had to go save them from the evil intentions of Miss Ukata.
Her house was located in the newer buildings built by the local government chairman for the purpose of housing external teachers and corpers, it was just down the road from the school.
Alex took the bush path to get there and knocked on the woman’s door, she opened it wearing a small short and t-shirt. His eyes trailed her body, though her face wasn’t beautiful but she had a nice body for an older woman.
Miss Ukata didn’t smile or seem surprise or happy for his presence, she just widened the door and asked him to come in, he did. Alex looked around the small self contain apartment, it was devoid of personal furniture; it just had a medium size mattress, a table and a chair and the kitchen was empty.
On the table, he could see Miss Ukata’s half eaten food, served in the colourful ceramic plates usually preferred by road side food sellers. Of course, the abode was temporary, so for the time being, she was feeding from restaurants instead of cooking.
“Do you care for a drink?” she asked calmly and Alex shook his head.
“No, Ma, thank you.”
“Good choice, because you would have had to go buy it yourself,” she said and cackled as though she had cracked an awesome joke.
The woman made him nervous and uneasy; she was mean and she didn’t pretend otherwise.
“Pull off your cloths, boy,” she commanded and leaned back on her table, looking relaxed with a half drunk bottle of coca cola.
Alex stiffened at her patronizing tone, he had never met a woman who didn’t melt at the prospect of having sex with him. This woman was treating him as though he was an object.
“What is it, Akwaowo?” she cocked her head with a mean smile, “Have you changed your mind?” she asked in a deceptively soft tone, but he wasn’t deceived, he was terrified.
He felt like he had walked into a trap and this woman would devour him. He had no idea what she planned to do with him but he worried that she wasn’t acting like all the females he had known intimately.
“You know what will happen if you change your mind,” she prodded, still in that soft voice.
Alex swallowed some of his trepidation and began unbuttoning his short sleeve shirt.
“Good boy,” she murmured and took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving him.
Miss Ukata’s eyes took on a familiar glow of desire that he recognised and some of his fear drifted from his clogged chest and he discarded his cloths less jerkily.
“You’re handsome,” she complimented matter-of-factly, her tongue lazily caressing the mouth of the bottle and his dick jerked unconsciously from the sight.
“I see you like what I’m doing. Touch yourself, Akwaowo,” she directed, never moving from her spot or taking her eyes off him.
“Wha…what?” Alex was startled, his spine stiffened again.
“Oh, don’t look so innocent; don’t you touch yourself at night? Don’t you imagine doing your fantasy girl, then you get so hard you have to reach down in the darkness of your room to grab your penis and rub until you come?”
Her tone never changed, it remained soft. Alex felt both guilty and strangely aroused despite the fear swimming in his veins. He felt ashamed when her eyes looked down to his tented boxers and smiled knowingly at him. He wished she would ignore it.
“You really like what I’m saying. Touch yourself, boy and make me happy,” she said and sipped her drink nonchalantly.
Alex fisted his hands as shame suffused his body, but it didn’t make his arousal go down. His throat was clogged with a mixture of emotions and he could barely breathe. He shot his eyes tightly and slowly reached down to touch his hard length through his shorts.
“Pull down the shorts,” her soft directive came again.
He swallowed hard, at least she didn’t insist that he open his eyes. So, with his eyes shut, he reached his waist and pull down his short slowly.
“Stop,” she commanded when the short reached a few inches above his knees. “Now, spread your powerful, muscular legs,” she whispered; for once, Alex heard the neediness in her voice and did as she asked with less trepidation.
The sensual emotion in her voice made her human; it made Alex not feel like an object.
“Slowly, boy, rub your hard dick up and down.”
Strangely, her voice heightened his arousal. His lack of sight heightened his arousal. Touching himself while she watched, made him want to release and his movements quickened to do just that, but cold hands stopped him.
“Not yet, boy,” she whispered in his ear, her naked breasts brushing his naked chest.
His eyes shut open and looked down. He saw her pebbled nipples and with the high emotions coursing through his blood stream, he bent slightly and captured her mouth in a hard kiss. Miss Ukata pressed her short clad hips on his naked body and deepened the kiss, her hand rounding his neck and pulling him down to her level.
Then she abruptly pulled away and slapped Alex on the cheek, not hard, but enough to startle him.
“You do not kiss me when I’ve not asked you to, understood?” she asked and waited until Alex nodded. “Good. Now, lay on the bed,” she directed.
Alex reached to pull down his short all the way but she stopped him. He was tired of feeling shame and trepidation, so he just shrugged, since the room wasn’t large, he didn’t have to shuffle for a long distance before he stretched the elastic of his shorts and climbed the bed.
“Double the pillows and lean on them, put your hands under them,” she directed while she pulled over the chair and placed it in his line of vision. When she was satisfied with him laying on his back, a perfect position to see where she stood and would later seat, she reached for the button of her shorts and begun undressing.
“No matter what I do, your hands are to remain under the pillows; I don’t want to have to tie you up,” Alex nodded, his heart pounding as he watched her pull off her panties, revealing her well shaped body.
“Look,” she said as she sat on the seat, spread her legs and touched herself.
It was a sensory overload for Alex. He had never even imagined such a thing. The pleasure coursing through his body was unbelievable, his phallus was so hard it licked a copious amount of pre-cum.
He stared fixedly as her fingers rubbed her clits and then dip into her hole until she started moaning and moving her hips while her eyes stared at him and his body’s reaction. His hips jerked at their own accord as he imagined pumping into her, his breath hyperventilated as her moans increased.
Miss Ukata suddenly stopped and moved to the bed, without much ado, she grabbed his penis, growled at him not to come yet and swallowed the hard length, sucking on it as though it would save her life.
Alex couldn’t curb the groan of pleasure that escaped his throat; this was a first for him. This was the most pleasurable intercourse he had ever had.
As though she was possessed, she snatched up a condom by the side of the mattress, on the floor, tore it open and sheathed him. Then she climbed on him and rode him like a horse.
To Alex, everything was heightened. He could penetrate deeper and wondered why he had never tried this position. This was a whole new lesson for him. He’d been introduced to more exciting sexual practices.
When she released with gasps and cries, she rode him until he did too, quite a heavy offload. Then she thanked him politely as though he had only been helping her mark exams answer scripts. Then he was accorded privacy to dress up and unceremoniously sent on his way.
Nobody was the wiser where he had been that evening.
The next day, Miss Ukata terrorized the examination halls, tearing up candidates’ papers if she suspected they were cheating and threatened teachers with reports and subsequent queries from the Ministry of Education if she thought they favoured a candidate.
Not once did her eyes flicker with recognition at Alex and his friends. The boys had their hearts in their throats whenever she neared their table; the woman was terrifying in her thoroughness. But all she did was check their papers, read a few lines and grunt as though she was satisfied with what they’d written.
After both important papers, the school breathed a sigh of relief at the departure of Miss Ukata.