Silvia checked her wrist watch again a scant minute after she’d checked it, 12:01am glowed back at her.
Mask had ordered that Udeme’s limp form be lifted into the house, it took four guys to conveniently do that and Silvia had sobbed after them while they placed him on the bed they’d once shared.
She had been asked to wipe the sand off his body and have water and aspirins waiting for when he’d regain consciousness; that had been two hours ago. She had been left with him in an empty house…they were alone.
He was breathing, but he seemed not to be aware of what was going on around him. Frantically, she had called Mask an hour later, conveying her fear that they might be complications; she worried that he might slip into coma.
“From a punch?” Mask had asked and even with the noisy background noise of a party, she could clearly hear the preposterousness in his tone.
“Well, he’s not waking up,” she had snapped, while pacing the length of the bed, her eyes never leaving Udeme’s supine form.
“Calm down, you know your man is an ‘aje’, he will come around. He probably just fainted into his normal night sleep,” Mask said and laughed at his own joke, Silvia ended the call then.
It hadn’t been funny because she’d been anxious at the time, but an hour later with Udeme’s snore filling the silent room, she chuckled to herself and finally let go of the tension, allowing her mind to roam aimlessly.
At two minutes past twelve am, her mind had got stuck on Udeme’s fly, specifically, what was under that fly.
Thoughts of Stella’s rant, the vague descriptions, her aching mouth, and the bulge that was apparent through his shorts even though he was asleep.
Silvia seemed obsessed with that bulge; shaking her head, she looked away and chewed her nails, but her mind wouldn’t let go. Her eyes kept, invariably, returning to the ever present bulge.
Wrenching her eyes away, she left the room and went to the kitchen to drink water, because she was suddenly feeling hot and she had to cool down. Silvia stood there in the middle of the kitchen and decided to watch a movie when she got back to the room.
Confident in her decision, she returned and valiantly kept her eyes averted from the man on the bed. She found a spot, settled and turned on a movie…it lasted all of two minutes and she was back to the bulge.
She watched the rise and fall of his round stomach, the sparse hair that littered his chest; she had managed to pull off his dirtied shirt when he’d been brought in, the guys had helped her in that endeavor.
If only she had x-ray for eyes, she’d just look through his cloths and be done with it. She wanted to see and confirm what Stella had been alluding to that whole week.
Swallowing her trepidation, she dropped the remote and advanced to Udeme’s recumbent form. She reasoned that if the volume from the TV, which she’d raised on purpose, hadn’t woken him up, then her little curiosity excursion would not.
Her heart hammered heavily against her chest as she stood over him, her fingers flexed as she reached for the waist band of his shorts. She made sure her touch was feather light, she slipped the single button from the hole and looked at his face to check his countenance, he was still asleep.
With shaky hands and furiously thumping heart, she slid the zip down using her thumb and fore-finger, while her lower lip wedged in between her teeth in a mental bid to minimize noise or disturbance.
She spared him another quick glance before using her pinky to flip open the flap. Her breath caught in her throat, the object of her curiosity lay limp, but even in that inactive state, it was bigger than the average limp phallus.
No matter how valiantly she tried, Silvia couldn’t keep her observation clinical and impersonal. Unconsciously, her tongue flipped out to wet her dry lips, her body tingled all over and as though the object of her scrutiny was sensitive to her feelings, she was shocked to see it begin to jerk and slowly lengthen in size…her eyes widened at the phenomenon.
UDEME HAD COME AWAKE just as she’d snapped at Mask on the phone that he wasn’t waking up. He had known it was Mask at the other end of the line because she’d spat his name in a curse after she’d ended the call.
He still had no idea how he had managed to stay still and control his breathing while wondering what he would say to Silvia.
The fact that she’d snapped at Mask that he wasn’t waking spelled doom. She obviously was impatient to get away from him; apparently, he had misunderstood her expression the previous evening.
Finding himself in a situation where he had to convince a woman that he was her best bet was more daunting than facing Mask’s punch. It was difficult because he didn’t think that he was anybody’s best bet, not even to himself.
If he couldn’t choose himself why should a woman as beautiful as Silvia choose him?
Mask had probably forced her to remain with him until he regained his consciousness. Another wave of self derision flowed through his mind, who fainted at just a punch? How was he supposed to ever defend and protect her in a bad situation when he couldn’t protect himself?
On second thought, he didn’t think he deserved Silvia, he had nothing to offer her and he was going to stop pretending to be asleep and tell her this…
That was when he felt her touch on his waist band; it was a feathery touch, one he wouldn’t have felt had he really been sleeping. His heart skidded to a stop and then began thudding rapidly; he raised his eye lids slightly, so slightly that he could only see in a blur.
Silvia kept giving him minute glances; what was she up to?
Breathing shallowly and keeping up the loud snores gave her the illusion that he was still asleep.
He felt the zipper go down; what was she doing, he wondered again, while his heart already began hoping for a fantasy he’d harbored in his mind for a while.
His blurred sight couldn’t really detect her movements, so he was working by feeling, she was that good. It was the cool breeze of the fan on his manhood that signaled the reality that he lay naked before her eyes.
And no matter how he tried to control it, he couldn’t lie there motionless, knowing that she had consciously and purposely opened his short to peep at his…
The excitement of hearing her stifled gasp was his un-doing, and his blurry sight cleared a bit to pick up the sensuous movement of her tongue over her lips, that was when his control totally shattered.
Udeme let go of his charade and opened his eyes fully.
“If I was a cool guy, I would ask if you like what you see,” he commented and was sorry for startling her; she hadn’t expected that he could be awake.
Silvia made to turn away, seemingly embarrassed to have been caught ogling a man’s private parts. But Udeme surprised himself, and her, by speedily reaching out and catching her wrist.
“I’m sorry…for everything,” Silvia sobbed, but wouldn’t look at his face, one of her hands covered her own face, she was ashamed of her actions.
Udeme was afraid to let her wrist go, he feared that she’d rush out if he did that and he had to do that to be able to close his short. He was also ashamed of his lack of control and before he could have a serious conversation with her, he had to be decent…at least, physically; the thoughts in his mind were safely in his head.
“Are you going to run if I let go of your wrist?”
Silvia didn’t answer immediately but after a slight pause, she shook her head.
“Sit down, then,” Udeme encouraged. He only let go of her wrist when she’d sat down on the bed. He then drew himself up, flung his legs to the ground and zipped up his fly in a smooth, unobtrusive motion that belied his considerable girth.
“I should be sorry. They should never have forced you to remain with me…”
“Nobody forced me to remain with you,” Silvia countered, wiping her head around to stare at him preposterously.
“I…I don’t understand,” he stammered, his heart stammering along with his voice, he dared not believe what was supposedly unfolding.
Silvia sighed heavily and licked her dry lips, she was afraid of making herself vulnerable to a man for the first time; especially a man that she had derogated, not just to herself but her friend.
“When I left, it took me a month of sleepless nights to acknowledge to myself that I should never have left,” she hurriedly said and refused to look at his expression.
The room could have been silent if not for the blare of the TV. Udeme’s mouth hung open in consternation, not in his wildest dream had he thought that this could happen in his life.
“Are you sure?” he managed to croak.
“I have been miserable without you, Udeme, that’s how sure I am,” she finally looked at him and the pure expression of her feelings in her eyes could have brought him to his knees if he’d been standing.
But he couldn’t accept what she was saying; he couldn’t wish himself on himself talk more of doing it to Silvia.
“Silvia, I wish you could x-ray my heart to see how ecstatic I am at what you’ve just said. I was more than miserable when you left and…”
“Why do I feel there a ‘but’ to what you are trying to say?”
“Because there is…I do not deserve you, Silvia. I’m worth nothing; I have nothing to offer you…”
“Yes, you have nothing to offer me. I’m not even sure you still have a job, but for this to work, you have to hustle,” her eyes were twin polls of fire, so effective, he could feel the beginning of a burning urge to succeed just for her.
“Oh, wow,” was the only thing that Udeme could think to say. His eyes expressed his adoration for her and that her answer was spanking right.
“Are you willing to hustle, Udeme? Because, since I’ve known you, you’ve always found an excuse not to,” Silvia pushed, “If you don’t, I’ll probably…”
“I will, Silvia,” Udeme exclaimed passionately and reached for her, pulling her into his arms. “Now, I have an excuse to hustle,” he murmured in her ear.
Silvia melted into his arms. She had so missed his bulk and how he filled her arms, she had missed his scent and musk and voice. She shifted closer, burrowing into his body, clasping her hands on his nape, she couldn’t resist kissing the side of his neck.
It was a feathery kiss but she could feel the resulting shiver all over Udeme’s body; her heart soared and reveled in the effect she had on him.
“Since you were courageous enough to enable that rich kid’s escape, I think, it’s in your rights to seek help from him,” Silvia murmured the suggestion while nipping at his ear.
Udeme’s hands moved of their own volition, he didn’t want to rush her into intimacy but he was currently relishing the soft firmness of her body and he couldn’t seem to stop.
“How do you mean?” he choked, burying his face in the nook of her neck and inhaling her fragrance.
Silvia crawled over his thighs and straddled him, her hands were still about his neck. “I mean, because, he’s grateful to you for getting him out of a potentially fatal situation, he wouldn’t mind assisting you in whatever you choose as your hustle.”
“I don’t know where to find him,” he replied while his face lowered to her cleavage.
“Stella knows some of his friends,” she gasped at the feel of his tongue in between her breast.
“You know Fred?” Udeme asked, pulling back to stare at her; his mind already wondering if Mike Okpo had been right after all.
Silvia sighed wearily, “If we are going to make this work, we need to trust each other. I only recognized Fred’s name because he was the only person to ever reject Stella’s wiles,” she said this giving Udeme an accusing look.
Of course, he hadn’t rejected Stella’s wiles.
“I agree to that rule of trust,” he quickly replied, pulling her closer and flashing her a goofy grin. Silvia rolled her eyes, pretended to be offended but at the end, she leaned into him again.
“We need to be ready; we need to isolate your skills set, that way, Fred would know how best to help you.”
“But,” Udeme looked worried, “He might actually be criminally inclined,” he pointed out.
“We’ll talk to his friends at some point before we meet him. If we get the feel that he is involved in anything nefarious, we are off!”
“Are you going to kiss me or what?” Silvia asked with a haughty expression. Udeme would have enjoyed laughing at her expression but the kiss took precedence.
The story continues
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