“Nice neighborhood,” Emma commented while looking out of Fred’s car as he sped to his new apartment.
“Thanks,” Fred replied and then they fell silent again.
The reason for the heavy silence in the car was the knowledge that they both were heading for a dive into the ocean of passion and desire. They knew that there would be no prying eyes of neighbors to caution them, which had always been Emma’s excuse.
She had made up her mind to give herself to Fred and she had assumed he would take her to a hotel as he lived with his dad and step mother. But she had been surprised when he’d announced that he’d gotten an apartment.
…Pleasantly surprised because when they’d met, he’d had no desire for an apartment; apartments came with responsibilities and Fred wasn’t into responsibilities.
So, the only conclusion was that he’d done it for her. That thought brought a smile to her mouth; the boys had told her how frustrated he’d been all this while and how he wasn’t looking at any other girls, which wasn’t normal for Fred.
Closing her eyes and enjoying the cold breeze of the car AC on her face, she savored the knowledge that Fred’s liking of her might not be a passing fancy.
“Here we are,” Fred said as he turned into his compound and parked.
“Neighbors?” Emma asked as her eyes flew around, taking everything in.
“None yet,” he answered when he reached where she stood and then without asking reached for her hand and dragged her towards his front door.
Oh God, this is actually happening, Emma thought as she followed him without resistance. Her heart hammered incessantly, her mouth was totally dry and she was having a hard time taking a deep breath.
I’m actually going to go into his house and get naked with Fred. Would his body be as lovely as it felt? Oh God, she have no idea of the etiquettes between people that were about to sleep together. Would she just begin pulling her cloths or would he prefer to pull it for her? Would it be immediate?
IT HAD NOT BEEN immediate.
Fred showed her around his scantily furnished home of two rooms. Then he took her to his bedroom.
“I know, I just transferred most of my stuff from my room at home,” he hastily explained. Fred couldn’t deny how nervous he was, all through the day he’d been feeling like a teenager on his first date.
He was suddenly feeling unsure. Even though this was where he’d wished to be for months, finding himself here was a bit scary. He kept wondering, what if she refused, Fred knew he’d not be able to force her.
Erasing the morbid thoughts, he reached out for her hand again and led her to the edge of his mattress on the tiled floor, which faced his giant TV and game console.
“Can you play?”
“No, but I’ve always wanted to learn,” she replied, although not so eagerly, fear was a life thing in her heart.
And so Fred turned on his LCD and PS2, loading an adventure game that he assumed she’d like.
When they started playing, Emma giggled so much, Fred was distracted and couldn’t score points no matter how he tried. He kept turning to look at her when she laughed throatily, a sound so sexy, he felt like leaning his head on her considerable chest while she laughed all day.
“Here, let me show you,” Fred offered and changed position.
It was a drastic change.
Emma was sitting at the edge of the mattress, so Fred climbed behind her, spreading his legs to accommodate her curve in between his thighs.
It was intimate.
She swallowed several and blinked rapidly as she felt surrounded by his warmth and manly scent.
He reached around her for the game pad and changed the setting to one player, then, quite slowly, with infinite tenderness, he picked her hands and showed her what buttons to press.
Emma nodded rapidly, but not as fast as her heart was beating; the innocent movement made her left cheek rub against his overnight beard; the feelings it evoked made her open her mouth to breath deeply but a whimper escaped in the process.
Fred was so close she could feel the hard nudge of his arousal against her back and it wasn’t a bad feeling; in fact, she unconsciously shifted backwards to better get the feeling that had caused her mouth to instantly water.
His mouth was causing a fever when it landed feather weight kisses on her neck and jaw and his fingers carried on a lazy caress from her bare legs to under her chiffon gown.
Her heart was beating so loudly and she could feel Fred’s own on her back. His mindless caress was turning her mind to mush, she didn’t know where his heart beat stopped and hers begin. At some point, both hearts had melded into a steady, rapid tempo as emotions ascended.
The game pad in her hand shook tremulously, her bones were molten magma and all she wanted to do was give her self to the intense feeling Fred’s fingers were evoking. All she wanted to do was abandon the game, turn around and glide over his hot, handsome body.
Emma did just that.
Words weren’t needed. They’d been playing cat and mouse since they’d met, but as of that moment, they were both of like minds, they wanted the same thing and that meant assuaging the building heat in their cores.
Fred lay back and welcomed her initiative with wrapping his arms about her soft body. He lifted his head and attacked her succulent lips in a delightfully ferocious kiss that elicited unconscious groans and moans from both of them.
His hands weren’t passive, the roved the whole of her body, the chiffon material of her short gown, sliding freely and adding to the intensity of eroticism. His hands found their way under her dress and he came in contact with no resistance at all; his fingers immediately dived into her wetness, it was a heat seeking device, instantly finding its objective.
Wrenching his mouth from the kiss, his eyes widened adoringly on Emma’s desire flushed face.
“You don’t have on panties,” he declared breathlessly with an expression that said he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve a gift such as her.
“I see you found that out,” she replied in her husky voice while gasping in pleasure as his fingers began moving.
The pleasure was so intense she wasn’t able to maintain her position on top of him a second longer. When she fell sideways on the bed, Fred followed closely, he covered her body with his and her mouth with his mouth. In the space of minutes, cloths were discarded like rags and Emma lay there while Fred’s eyes bulged and took in her beauty.
“Hmm,” he hummed, “I’ve dreamt of you like this,” his fingers weren’t steady, he touched her helplessly as though he couldn’t help himself. “I’ve fantasied repeatedly about having you naked before me; but nothing beats…my God, you’re so much more beautiful in real life.”
Emma’s hands caressed his hard chest, her eyes lowered in a very desirous expression. She licked her lips as she followed the progress of her hands down his torso, she smiled when she heard Fred swallow rather loudly.
Her fingers slowed when they reached his navel, and went slower when she passed it and went lower. Fred was shamelessly breathless in anticipation as he too watched the slow decent of her hands to his bludgeoned arousal.
“Emma…” he called in warning.
“You say the nicest things, Fred,” she murmured and circled the bobbing hardness without holding it.
“You are teasing…”
“I can’t take it anymore…forgive me,” he apologized while grabbing his member from her hand and arranging it at the wet warmth in between her legs.
She laughed and obligingly opened up for him, giving him more access, as though it was what she’d wanted from the on set.
“Please, don’t apologize, I want it too,” she gasped when his fingers slid into her, testing her readiness for him.
It should have been a momentary thing, but when his fingers where sucked in by her eager core, he just kept sliding in and out and he wished desperately he could do both…use his fingers as well as his rod. It was greedy, he knew, but he wanted to imbed all of himself, his essence in her.
Regretfully, he withdrew his fingers and reached for protection on his bed side table and strapped on. Then he arranged the back of her knees on his shoulders and plunged in.
Momentarily, there was resistance but his pleasure clogged mind didn’t allow it to register. He pushed in deeper and sighed when he went through. But then his closed eyes flew open in realization, he stared at Emma in consternation as his throat clogged with emotion.
“Emma…” he whispered. “You should have said something. Did I hurt you? Shit, I should have been more considerate,” he complained.
“Shh, Fred, I didn’t want you to be considerate…I didn’t want you to treat me like raw egg,” she explained, while opening her legs and shifting closer to draw him in.
Fred choked on a laugh and a gasp. What she’d said about raw egg was funny but her movements had rubbed him of his senses; instinctively he moved, closing his eyes in total ecstasy as he felt swollen nerves in her wet cove tightening and sucking him in deeper.
“But…but you don’t act like…”
“Like a virgin?” she asked in a gasp as she lifted her hips and met him half way. “That status was just a technicality…oh…” she forgot what she was about to say and concentrated on enjoying the deluge of feelings assailing her as Fred increased the tempo.
“This is so much better than I’d imagined,” she said and bit Fred’s shoulder, enjoying his groan and the instinctive tightening of his arms about her.
“You…you imagined?” he asked, choking on his gasping breath and still managing to look amazed.
“I couldn’t help it…not after all those kisses in your…”
Fred silenced her with quite a long kiss that left her breathless. He traced a kiss trail from her mouth to her jaw, down to her neck and invariably to where he’d been heading, he latched on her nipple and slowed to a stop while he lavished his attention on the sumptuous globes.
Emma heaved and clenched her core around him then for the first time in her life she climaxed, screaming his name. It was a glorious sight to behold and it led Fred to find his own satisfaction, he plunged in faster and groaned his release while his face found solace in the cove of her shoulder.
Even as he took deep breaths to try and calm himself, he couldn’t still help it, he kept moving in and out and surprisingly, she moaned long and loud as she climaxed again.
Emma couldn’t understand it. She felt so tender and every movement no matter how slight got her tingling and it took nothing for the pleasure to build to a beautifully satisfying crescendo. All she had read had not prepared her for this; all her conversations with girlfriends had not prepared her for this. Apparently, this was what one of the books had been referring to…love making was heaven when you find the one.
…un-break my heart
Say you love me again
Undo this hurt you caused
When you walked out the door and walked out of my life
Un-cry this tears
I cried so many nights
Un-break my heart…
Mask got up suddenly and stalked to the door, this was getting preposterous. He knew Udeme wasn’t sulking as much as he was a month ago, but for crying out loud, couldn’t the man let up on the break-up songs?
It drove everyone crazy, to a point that he’d been the only one to visit him. The other guys would only go to the apartment if Mask sent them on an errand, probably to stock up provisions.
Sighing heavily, he dragged open the front door, intending to take a break with a stick of cigarette, in fact, it hung from his lips already while he searched his pocket for a lighter, when a strange man walked up to him.
Mask seized him up; short, middle aged, expensively dressed in a two-piece suit, shiny shoes with pointy scuffs, but his eyes told a different story. Mask had been a cultist most of his adult life, he didn’t think he could be any other thing, seeing as he’d been expelled from his former school on account of cult activities.
So, he was experienced in identifying mean and devious people, the man standing before him was more than mean and devious, so much so, it gave him the creeps. Nobody gave him the creeps; it was usually the other way round, so he had to watch his back with whoever this man was.
“Who are you?” Mask snapped, speaking even with the cigarette stick in between his lips. He lighted it even as the man approached and squinted through the smoke to give him a suspicious stare.
“I am,” Mike Okpo began in his theatrical manner, spreading his arms, “…a solution to your problem.”
Mask’s brow went up as he blew out a stream of smoke from his puckered lips. “Who says I have a problem?” he asked and took another drag of his cigarette.
“The students are known to talk sometimes, and the cultists aren’t adverse to such talks,” Mike replied and flashed an affable smile.
“Am I supposed to decipher your point?” Mask looked suitably uninterested and it grated on Mike’s nerves, he expected to be respected and given homage when he spoke.
“Look, I know about your head or boss or whatever you call him,” he snapped in reply, his affable smile was long gone and as Mask had suspected, his devious, mean face had appeared.
“I do not know what you want me to say,” Mask shrugged and lighted another stick of cigarette from the butt of the finished one. The man obviously had an agenda and wanted to do it anonymously, Mask was conversant with such people, they paid well too.
But he wasn’t into that any longer, now, whoever wanted a deal with him had to do so being real.
“Why are you being so difficult?” Mike asked and stamped his foot in a temper tantrum.
Mask smiled, “Because you have not answered my question.” Whoever this man was, he had the sensitivity of a three year old.
“What question; the one about deciphering a point?”
“No,” Mask answered with a slight frown.
“The one about not having a problem?”
“That was rhetorical,” he pointed out in shock.
Mike thought harder, his brow furrowing in deep concentration while Mask looked at him in consternation, this man was insane, he thought.
“I don’t know the question you are talking about,” he replied in frustration.
“Who are you?” Mask asked the question in a question.
“But I answered that,” Mike pointed out reasonably.
“Usually, that kind of question is answered with a name and what you want; not with a corny statement like ‘I am a solution to your problem’,” Mask imitated his action and voice while repeating what he’d said. “Who does that?”
“My voice is not like that,” Mike murmured, taking offence at Mask’s display.
“Who cares?” Mask snapped impatiently. “If you aren’t going to introduce your self properly, I’m going to walk away. I’m trying to quit smoking and listening to your spurious shit is giving me the urge to smoke a whole pack right now.”
“Okay, okay,” Mike sighed, “My name is Mike Okpo and I know who you can punish for your boss’ present predicament,” his affable smile was back.
Mask wasn’t deceived by his smile and he had picked up on his emphasis on ‘punish’, obviously there was someone he wished to mess up. But he was also, very interested to know how he’d known about Udeme and what he knew about anything.
“Well, come in, Mr. Mike, you are a legend in these parts,” he said, reverting to flattery and watched as the thief puffed with self-importance. If he had something substantial, at least, beneficial to the alpha-wolf, he’d do what has to be done, irrespective of what Udeme thought.
UDEME LISTENED TO THE insane sounding man and worried what Mask would do. He specifically recalled what Silvia had said about the violent reaction of the cult if they perceived any slight at their head.
He had lived in dread, wondering what the wolf gang might perceive as slight and what they’d do to the person. Right now, he wished he knew who this Fred Eseme was so that he could warn him.
Mask’s face was a cloud of fury and it might have been directed at anybody. Mike Okpo, the legendary thief was not a likable fellow; he knew that Mask knew that he was a coward and wouldn’t want to react to the news that Mike had brought and then there was Fred Eseme…any of the three could be the source of his annoyance, or maybe all.
According to the thief, Fred Eseme was the man that had lured Silvia out of the Wolf house and was currently having intense physical relations with her. Udeme knew he wasn’t a violent man but the way Mike was going on about the intensity of carnal relations between Fred and Silvia, his hands itched to do some damage to the man, any man, who dared to touch his Silvia.
“Where can we get this Fred fellow?” Mask asked with a voice that sent shivers of dread down Udeme’s spine, but apparently, tickled Mike’s fancy because he giggled, quite like a girl when the question was posed.
“Oh, are you an early riser?” Mike asked with a coy look that didn’t look good on his evil face.
The story continues
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