“What’s up with you?”
“Like I said before, nothing,” Silvia snapped and then looked contrite for snapping at her friend who was just trying to find out what was worrying her. But if she found out what was worrying her, she would probably laugh or hysterically forbid her for even thinking it, talk more of worrying about it.
“I don’t believe you,” Stella said squinting suspiciously at her recent room mate.
“What’s there to believe? I told you, I’m fine,” she insisted.
“It’s been weeks since you returned and in the first few days you were yourself, partying, smashing men’s characters and just plain having fun like we used to do. I didn’t even realize how lonely I’d been until you returned and we became a team again.”
“Sometimes, people take a break, Stella.”
“I’m not stupid, roomie. I might not be overly intellectual but I’m smart enough to notice when someone is gloomy. We drink when we go to parties, you’ve had none for a long while, even though you pretend and nurse a glass for the duration of the party.”
“I wasn’t in the mood to get drunk,” Silvia sighed wearily.
“And apparently not in the mood to dance too; you were sitting down at the club yesterday, when your favorite song was jamming!” Stella said this like an accusation.
Silvia had begun feeling stifled when Stella begun questioning her about her depression. Surprisingly, she missed Udeme, quite terribly. She hadn’t realized that she’d gotten used to his comforting snore and warmth in the night.
She found that she slept restlessly after leaving him. Silvia had mistakenly shared a joke with Stella, a joke that she was sure Udeme would have laughed at hysterically, but her room mate had just given her a queer look and she’d been left chuckling awkwardly and feeling stupid.
How could she miss him so much? One night, she’d rolled in her sleep, subconsciously expecting to feel the soft weight of Udeme’s stomach. When her body had only felt bone, she’d sleepily roved Stella’s thin body, hoping to find the soft comfort she was used to; instead, Stella had woken up and slapped her hands from her body, murmuring angrily if she was now gay.
It had been an embarrassing experience, one that Stella hadn’t failed to talk about every chance she got. It was obvious now, that she cared for Udeme, but she couldn’t envision herself returning to him and there was still that niggling doubt that he might not be good in bed; a doubt that Stella had planted.
She wasn’t proud of herself for putting that as a deciding factor; but she was real enough to understand the importance of sensual compatibility in any relationship…not that she was looking to have a relationship with Udeme.
“And now we are back to the silent treatment and the far away look. You know you can talk to me about anything,” Stella said so casually it came out like she wasn’t even interested in whatever she had to say, if she had anything to say.
Silvia gave her an exasperated look, rolled her eyes and got up with a huff.
“Hey, where are you going to?” Stella asked, startled by her sudden movement.
“I’m going to get a snack down the road,” Silvia extemporized just to get away from her room mate. Sometimes, she wasn’t any help at all, even though she seemed worried for her at the moment, Silvia knew her well enough to understand that it was momentarily.
“Get a pack of bubble gum for me,” she called out as Silvia closed the door to their room.
“Kill joy,” Stella murmured spitefully and popped her last supply of chewing gum into her mouth and chewed with relish.
Even though she’d asked Silvia what her stress was, she’d not really cared. She wasn’t a caring person and as such, she had expected a direct answer from her roomie, not the elongated conversation, going round and round without an answer.
It was tiring and if she’d had something doing, she wouldn’t have even bothered to ask. Silvia was an adult and Stella believed that all adults should be able to take care of whatever challenges came their way, just like herself; she took care of whatever discomforts that put a blip in her day.
Like now, she was so bored she felt like tearing her hair out of her scalp. Stella began smacking the chewing gum loudly and wondered if all her mugu boyfriends had joined a cooperative, they weren’t answering her calls. Maybe, they had finally found out she’d been using them, it was time to find a new batch of spending men…gullible men whose pathetic mouths would water at the slightest touch from her.
“I ought to go to church soon,” she murmured while going through her phone; there was a truck load of gullible, mostly married, men at churches, it was a treasure trough and it never failed to produce shiny toys for her use.
Just then, she heard the insistent chime of Silvia’s phone, she obviously had forgotten to go out with it. After a second’s hesitation, she rushed to the window to check if her roomie was anywhere close, she wasn’t.
Stella shrugged at the fact that she was bridging Silvia’s privacy, she was bored after all and she shouldn’t have left her phone behind. With that justification, she grabbed the phone and smiled wickedly at the caller’s ID.
So this was the person that Silvia had inexorably refused to answer his call. Udeme wolf flashed twice more on the phone before Stella sent a text message to him using Silvia’s phone. She made sure the message delivered before deleting the evidence of her treachery.
From Silvia’s description of the new alpha-wolf’s character, Stella was overly sure that he was a gullible man. It was Saturday and it was just getting to 12noon, she was bored out of her mind and needed activity. Udeme would just have to do and with this thought, she rushed off the mattress and dressed in a hurry.
She had thought Silvia would be back before she completed her seductive dress-up, but that wasn’t the case. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled satisfactorily, from his house, she could go to the club at once, granted he didn’t fall over himself in wanting her.
It wasn’t as if she’d mind, it was less than a month to Valentine’s Day and if he’s as desperate for sex as Silvia had said, he’d do anything she asked; a girl needed some kind of TLC even if she wasn’t capable of such emotions.
After hustling out some of the guys that had summed up courage to visit him and stay for more than a minute to converse, he had looked at the message on his phone again.
He still felt disbelief at the text from Silvia which said she was coming over and that she wanted to see him alone, without an audience. Was she coming back to plead?
Or maybe, she’d just sent the text so that he’d stop calling incessantly and maybe, so that her new boyfriend, Fred, wouldn’t suspect. It hurt terribly to think this way, but he just couldn’t help himself; he spent most of his time, since Mike Okpo’s visit, imagining Silvia entwined with this Fred fellow.
When the knock came fifteen minutes later, Udeme jolted out of his reverie and rushed to open it with his heart almost beating itself into his throat.
“Hello, handsome,” Stella enthused and breezed in before Udeme could shut his mouth that had dropped open at the sight of the strange lady…not lady, she couldn’t be described as lady, Udeme settled on calling her the strange female.
“Where’s Silvia?” he asked slowly, the skimpy and glittering make of the female’s dress having muddled his thinking.
Stella frowned, “I don’t know,” she shrugged and twirled with a wide smile.
“She sent me a text,” he pointed out.
“I sent you the text,” Stella corrected and twirled again, hoping to get his attention focused on her dress.
Udeme frowned and returned his gaze to his phone, “But this is her number.”
“Yes, I used it!” Stella snapped impatiently. What was wrong with the man? She was standing there, looking all sexy and alluring and he was worrying over someone that had left him.
“How?” Udeme asked wanting so badly to know where Silvia was.
“She left it carelessly…look at my dress, you like?” Stella batted her eyes at him.
“Where, is she staying with you?” he insisted.
Stella lost her patience. As a very material person, she expected that a man she’d lumped in the gullible category would at least endeavor to look at her with all amount of adoration, considering the time she’d put in dressing up.
And as her basic nature was tackling anything that put a blip in her well laid plan, she took action; all she needed was a look of adoration from this chubby man and everything would be right with the world again.
Without answering his question and with him staring at her, expecting a reply, she reached for the zipper of her dress at the back and dragged it down. Hunching her shoulders forward, she sleekly shrugged off the thin straps of the gown and then let it slide down her svelte figure until it bunched around her ankles and she daintily stepped out of it.
In retrospect, Udeme was ashamed to admit that thoughts of Silvia immediately evaporated when he was suddenly faced with a fair shinned, svelte figured female, dressed only in black lacey undies and black high heels.
It was the thing of wet dreams and male fantasy; Udeme staggered forward, the phone forgotten in his hand as his mouth remained open in his flummoxed state.
Stella lifted her head and took a deep breath in blatant satisfaction having achieved what she’d set out to achieve.
“Now that I have your attention, please sit down and desist from asking me about my friend,” she said and walked alluringly towards him, leading him slowly to the only couch in the small sitting room.
Udeme sat, “Your friend?”
“Silvia…by the way I’m Stella,” she said and watched realization cloud his eyes. So they had spoken about her, she thought with a smile; a smile that was wiped off when she saw Udeme trying to get up from the couch.
Stella crowded him in, making it impossible for him to stand and then bent forward, exposing her backside to him. Udeme gulped loudly as he was suddenly inundated with the view of her fair buttocks and her most private area, encased in lace that left nothing to the imagination.
“Oh my, sweet, gracious lord!” he exclaimed in a tumultuous voice that brought a smile of satisfaction to her face.
Stella turned and smirked when she saw him hyperventilating.
“Why?” he asked but his eyes remained in the apex in between her legs.
“Aww, darling, I was bored. I came here to seduce you. I hear you haven’t had female warmth in a while,” she replied with a soft, comforting tone as though talking to a baby.
He nodded, his eyes still not leaving the mesmerizing sight before him.
“It’s okay, I specifically came here to seduce you.”
His eyes widened with hope, “You did?”
“Mm-hmm,” she acquiesced and slid down beside him on the couch, her body so close to his that breeze wouldn’t have passed in between them. Her fingers began a slow exploration on his chest, making sure to stop at each of his nipples to graze them lightly.
Udeme had on a lemon, cotton tank top over a khaki baggy short. Stella let her hand move over his slight pot belly and then slide low, inexorably into the waist band of his shorts.
Since it was a stay at home day, he had no under-pants on, so Stella was exposed to the full, naked length of his arousal. She had been expecting a tiny ding-ding, as previously assumed when she’d discussed him with Silvia, but to her everlasting shock…
Her eyes widened as her arm kept disappearing into his shorts, following the length of his rod.
It was her turn to be flummoxed. Had Silvia known about this? If so, it was probably among the things that had made her leave the guy and had been reluctant to talk about him whenever he came up in their conversation.
After her shock had been duly experienced, Stella snatched out her hand from Udeme’s shorts as though burned. Her face showed consternation and another thing that she’d never thought she’d feel in her sojourn as a sexual expert with supposed gullible men, fear; Stella was afraid.
Udeme noticed that she scooted away from him and her eyes seemed to skitter around the sitting room, obviously looking for her dress. She made to flee from the couch but he reached out and caught her.
His hand around her wrist was like a clam, “Let me go, please,” Stella pleaded, a first for her, there was nowhere she was taking on that size of weapon for just a hopeful Valentine gift.
“Go? You started this,” Udeme nodded his head at his bulging crouch area. “You have to finish it!” he concluded so vehemently he surprised himself. He usually wasn’t a forceful person but he was so wound up tight, he knew if he wasn’t given relief by this female, he’d never be given relief again.
Stella saw the look of determination in his eyes and gave up pleading daintily. “See, bros, there’s nowhere I’m allowing you to stick thing in me,” she said also vehemently.
“You came here to seduce, I didn’t call you, and you seduced…this is the consequence!”
“Let me go!” she struggled.
“Not happening…I just need to release…please.”
AN HOUR LATER, SILVIA was woken from a fitful siesta by someone banging on the door.
Apparently, Stella was in a hurry to get inside. Usually it was as a result of her bursting with the excitement of news to share or the fact that she’d committed one of her many atrocities and she was in a hurry to get into the house, which would still lead to her excitingly regaling Silvia of her feat.
But when Silvia opened the door and saw her room mate in total disarray, she gleaned that one of her escapades must have gone terribly wrong and instead of feeling pity, she had the insane urge to laugh.
Stella surged into the room with her sexy dress askew, her hair windblown, and no shoes.
With a straight face she managed to ask what happened; Silvia wasn’t expecting the angry outburst that followed her concerned question.
“You bitch! So you knew but didn’t say anything!” Stella said, turning on her immediately the door was shut.
Silvia looked confused, “Knew what?” she asked with a frown.
“Oh, don’t play dump, Miss Ice queen! All that time that you sat with me and joked about your wolf boyfriend’s dick being small, it never once crossed your wicked mind to share that he was built like a horse!” Stella seemed really perturbed, almost hysterical, and she was never hysterical.
“I really don’t get what you’re accusing me of,” Silvia said calmly, trying to get her to reduce her voice with her own reduced voice; it didn’t work so Silvia rushed on.
“Did someone beat you? Your tears have destroyed your makeup,” Silvia stated, staring pointedly at her running mascara. She really looked like a comical sight, unlike the composed Stella she was used to. Which wolf boyfriend was she talking about?
“You know how afraid I am of big machines,” she shouted, bringing up her forearm to further emphasis the size of what she was desperately trying to describe. “I’ve always known you don’t have a problem with that, but I’m sure this one scared you away to look for your own house so that you don’t die from choking…and you never once said a word, not one word. How could you, Silvia, how could you; I thought we were friends?”
Silvia was beginning to make sense of what she was saying, but this allegation against Udeme was porous; it didn’t sound right. Chubby men with slight pot bellies didn’t have what she was describing, if any did, Silvia was sure they wouldn’t shut up about it, as was the nature of men.
But Udeme was a rare breed, one of the reasons she loved him…oh God, was she in love with him? How could this have happened when she’d valiantly fought against any warm feelings towards him?
“What happened, Stella?” Silvia asked, she was fearful about what she’d find out; had Udeme raped her? Oh dear God, I hope not, she thought fretfully and watched as Stella jerked off her cloths, looking more furious than a woman that had just been raped.
Her tantrum having been expended, Stella found herself in an awkward situation of having to confess to trying to seduce a man that was clearly in Silvia’s court. It was the rule of the street, any man with interest on a girl was left for that girl even if she didn’t reciprocate the man’s feelings.
Silvia was fast to notice her shifty eyes and most importantly her smeared lip stick. She began having another fear entirely, a deeper, boiling one…she was jealous. Jealous without even knowing for sure if Udeme went at it with Stella, who didn’t even seem to appreciate his obvious gift; a gift she was now regretting that she’d not found out about before now.
“Stella?” she prodded dreadfully.
She groaned as though she was being bothered, “Fine, I went there to seduce him, but I wouldn’t have if only you had told me what he was packing in his drawers,” she accused and pouted.
“I had no idea what he was packing in his drawers. But, Stella!” she finally let her disappointment show. “You went for my man!”
“Your man? You practically ran from him, and I’m assuming it was because of his heavy duty; even you couldn’t handle him,” she smirked.
“It’s against the rules…”
“Whatever, it’s done, you can take him,” Stella waved her hand dismissively.
“After you’ve gone behind me to use him?” Silvia was furious and jealous and hurting; couldn’t he have controlled himself like he’d done with her when she’d said no?
“Use him? Babe, my mouth will never shut completely again. He…” she was about to tell her roomie what had transpired but some kind of inner self preservation stopped her. Instead she silently rehashed the whole scene.
Seeing that she would never leave the house and she wasn’t ready to be raped by one so big and heavy with a cock so long and hard, she had capitulated, and compromised.
For someone that seemed desperate for sex, the blow job should have been a walk in the park, Stella had approximated five minutes at the most.
She had been right, he had exploded without giving her time to pull away, his blow was the thickest she’d ever come across. But then, the giant apparatus hadn’t softened as expected, like normal, natural penises did after such ejaculation.
It had been a sneak peek attack, she’d still been on her knees, bent over in front of his fly, trying to purge her mouth of his babies, he had scooted forward slightly and when she’d turned to see what he was about, the bulbous head had slid in, jamming its way into her mouth again.
And so it’d continued, he had exploded three times, each time longer than the last one to climax. Her mouth was sour, her jaw ached from being in the same position for a long time, there was no way she was sharing that with Silvia. It was for her own peace of mind, as much as hers.
“Never mind,” she murmured and turned away, but then threw over her shoulder, quite casually, “Don’t worry, I didn’t sleep with your man.”
Silvia didn’t believe her, but there was nothing she could do about it. She blamed herself, Udeme was lost to her by her own fault; she should have remained with him when she’d had the chance. He was the kindest person she knew and she’d lost him due to pride.
The story continues
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