Finally, she pulled herself together and stop crying, she then sit up and looked at me and she said “Please don’t think I’m always like this, I probably had too much to drink, I’m not always this miserable” as she said miserable tears started falling from her eyes again.
“Oh God, what is this I’ve gotten myself into tonight?” I thought to myself. If it was a small girl that was doing like that now I’d have known what to do, if a babe comes to me crying about how her boyfriend is treating her bad, I’d just tell her to let me help her cheat on her boyfriend and she’d feel good afterwards. But Mrs. Williams is way older than
I am; old enough to be my Mum; I couldn’t just talk anyhow, so I needed to be extra careful with my words, so that she wouldn’t feel I was being disrespectful, apart from that she was too heartbroken to be listening to thrash.
She continued talking, “I’m so sorry, I was not like this, I used to be beautiful and radiant till that man changed me” as I heard – I used to be beautiful “Used to be beautiful ke” my inner man said. She has been drinking and crying but still she was still looking super cute, you know how ugly some girls/women get when they are crying, where there make up has washed off, 95% of Human Being are ugly when crying but she wasn’t ugly; she was still beautiful.
I couldn’t bear that she thinks she was not beautiful, I couldn’t bear the damage her husband her done to her soul, her husband as broken down her walls and made her see as herself as Nothing. Men could be heartless sha, how can you treat a woman that bad? I had to say something and stop looking like I was watching ‘Nkan Nbe’
Finally, My vocal cord functioned, I said “You’re still beautiful, even more than beautiful” she looked at me, she didn’t say anything, of course the little I said wouldn’t fix her, so I continued talking “before I saw you that night, the first night I saw you, I wasn’t feeling good, I was feeling lost, I was feeling like needed love” I didn’t know where I was going with the story I was telling, but since I had to say something, I just kept talking without knowing where I was headed.
“I walked round the school, I was looking for Love” I then giggled, the sad type of giggling. “But then when I saw you…” I paused to think about where I was really going with the story I was telling her, I already had her attention at that point, she was looking at me like oya continue now.
I took a deep breath then I continued with the story I was telling her, “But then when I saw you, you looked completely different to me, you looked like a tough woman but you were still beautiful, you looked elegant but you were still down to earth and appealing” I should stop there but I continued talking “with the way your skin was glittering, and the way your lips were moving when you were talking, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, it was then I wish I could know you more” What am I saying? What am I doing? Am I toasting Mrs.
Williams? I wasn’t, I was just trying to make her know she still catches people’s heart; I just wanted her to know she was very beautiful and having her would make any man feel like a god.
“When I couldn’t reach you, when I was calling you and your number wasn’t going through, I was really devastated, you should have seen how happy I was when I got your call today, do you noticed I recognized your voice when you called” I wasn’t expecting an answer but she nodded positively, I was not done, I continued talking “your voice had been playing in my head all along”.
The more I talked about how beautiful she was; the more her smile glowed, the more I talked about how any man would be lucky to have her the more he beauty shines. After I said everything, her tears were gone, she looked more beautiful, she was really blushing, she couldn’t even look at me in my face, by this time I forgot about going home. Making her smile and all made me feel good about myself and I was ready to do that all through the night. (hehe)
“That night there was something different about you and the way you were staring at me, no one has looked at me like that in a long time, the way you looked at me made me feel good about myself, you were not looking at me like a boss like most men do, you were not looking at me like a Thrash like my Husband does, the way you were looking at me made me remember when I was 16, when every guy wanted me, that was exactly why I wanted to see you again” I thought she was stopping there, so I wanted to say something but she continued “I didn’t know all these would happen tonight but you made me feel better, you’re really a comforter”. She looked at me like and she said “Thank You.”
As she said Thank You, she opened her arms like she was calling me to come hug her, I was sitting on the couch beside the bed, and the distance between us wasn’t really much. She was sitting on the bed, so I was a little bit confused of how I was going to hug her, but her arms were still opened I had to stand up to sit beside her, as I sat beside her, I was afraid of her hearing my heart beat because it was beating really hard.
I sat beside her, then I took my arms around her and we hugged. The hug was taking longer than normal; I guess it felt good and comforting to her as much as it felt to me. Finally, we let go but she didn’t completely as she rested her head on my shoulder and said “I think I’ve found a new friend, a friend to comfort me”
“My Friend, why don’t you tell me about you? I don’t really know much about you” She said still putting her head on my shoulder. What am I in going to tell her about me? I told her about school, I told her about how UNILAG was killing me, told her what I’d love to do after school, she looks like someone that will have connect, she might be able to help a Nigga after school. After talking about school, I told her about my love life, I told her I was not seeing anybody, I told her since my last girlfriend was too complicated, I decided to take a break from relationships and face something else.
“So as cool and charming as you are you don’t have a girlfriend” she said to me. “Why is it that good people always meet bad people?” She really threw that question to me; she was expecting me to answer her. What could my answer be? Since she was resting her head on my shoulder the moment was a bit too touchy for me, it was a touchy moment, and I needed to be careful and sensitive.
“I really don’t know, that’s just life but I guess good finally met good” that was my reply, she looked at me, don’t forget she was resting her head on my shoulder, so as she looked up, our lips were few inches apart, if I pout our lips could meet, I was looking at her looking at me with our lips close to each other.
(What do you think? Are we going to kiss?)
We were gazing at each other; I didn’t know what to think? Maybe to kiss her or not, maybe she wanted it or not, I was just there and she was just there too, looking at me straight in my eyes, I didn’t know what was running through her mind, I couldn’t take it again, I closed my eyes, seeing her s*xy** lips that close to mine wasn’t healthy for me, my tummy banana was already hard like bo-le (roasted plantain).
As I closed my eyes, I didn’t know what was happening again maybe she was still looking at me or nah, I guess we were just both caught up with the moment but as my eyes were closed I think my lips moved closer to hers, all I knew was our lips met, how did it happen? I really couldn’t explain, (like Wizkid – I can’t explain o, but I was feeling good that night).
As our lips first met, she didn’t repel. She must have moved her lips closer to mine too, for the first few seconds we didn’t kiss, our lips was just touching, during those few seconds I opened my eyes, I saw that her eyes were closed, that means she was ready for the kiss yeah?
That triggered me, and I started kissing her, in the softest way I could, thank God he blessed me with a very soft lips, but her lips were way much softer, she wasn’t returning the kiss, maybe she wasn’t sure she wanted it, should I stop too or nah? I decided to chill few seconds more, as I was chilling, I gave her my knockout kiss, I did a magic with my tongue, the magic was too much for her to withhold as she started kissing me too!
There was something different about the kiss, is it the age difference between us, kissing someone older than you shouldn’t feel that heavenly. The kiss was beginning to sweet me,
my yoghurt slinger was beginning to sling yoghurt into my boxers. If it was a babe I was kissing, I would have started pressing her melons.
I think as I was wishing to go a step further she was thinking of something like that too. I was just trying to keep my hands to myself, doing that was very hard but I had to, maybe if she caresses me I might touch her too. She was getting really deep with the kiss, the kiss was lasting longer than a first kiss should, my tongue was doing more magic than I expected, she was loving it, I knew she didn’t want to stop, something must have triggered her from within as she just sharply cut the legendary kiss going on. The kiss probably happened because she was inebriated.
As she stopped the kiss she rested her head on my chest, then I started rubbing her hair with my right hand, I checked the time on wrist watch, the time was 12:47am. The idea of making it back home that night was erased, but where will I sleep? On the same bed with Mrs.
Williams, the great kisser or on the couch?
Minutes after the kiss, we both didn’t say anything. She was just resting her head on my chest and I was rubbing her hair. I was beginning to think she has slept off on my chest, cause she wasn’t talking, she wouldn’t even shake. The room was cold, the atmosphere was bathetic.
“I should sleep now, let me just shower then sleep, can you please help me get the towel”
She said as she was trying to stand up from the bed. I went to get towel then handed it over to her, I thought she wanted to undress right there in front of me, I wouldn’t have been able to stand it, but she didn’t, she took the towel with her and went to the bathroom.
As she was in the bathroom, I called PrinceEasy to know what was happening at my place, he didn’t pick, I tried calling King Solomon too, he didn’t pick, everybody I tried calling didn’t pick, it was then I began to panic because they will do Landlord meeting because of me if they are still partying at my place around that time.
I was looking real bothered, because I know the kind of parents I have, if I they get to know the Sh*t I’ve been up to, the outcome wouldn’t be funny. I was still looking like someone that wants to cry when I noticed that Mrs. Williams was done showering. Quickly I changed my look, went back to my ‘Fine Boy’ look. I really should shower too, been through a lot too, from the party, to the dance with Lola and all that.
Mrs. Williams came out in towel only after she was done showering, immediately I saw her my testosterone level increased by 170%, how could a woman in her 40’s be that set?!? I mean, I would choose her over Lola and Vanessa, her body, her curve, her cleavage… I was just wishing her towel could drop and her honey pot should be exposed.
Staring at her while she was moving closer to the bed was easy but I couldn’t return the stare when she stared right back at me, I just looked away but I knew she must have caught me staring at her hungrily. I needed to get out of the room immediately or else, I might be tempted to pound.
Still looking away I said “I think I need to shower too, I’m feeling somehow” of course I was feeling somehow. So I stood up and removed my shirt and shoe, thank God I had been hitting the gym before that time, my abs wasn’t all that it but it was still something cool enough to make Mrs. Williams stare for few seconds.
I went into the bathroom with my trousers on, I took time in the bathroom because I was just thinking, trying to think about what could be happening at my place and trying to think about what could happen between Mrs. Williams and I was too heavy for my mind, I needed to spend extra time in the bathroom since that is where we all think smarter.
Finally, I came out of the shower and wore my trousers before coming back into the room. “Oh F**K it” I said to myself when I saw that Mrs. Williams was sleeping already. “So where am I going to sleep now?” I continue thinking, “maybe I should just silently lie down beside her…” or what do you guys think?
Let me just stay on the couch please, so I just sat on the couch beside the bed looking at Mrs. Williams face, Minutes later I was awake watching her sleep, oh my God! Such beauty and extravagance should be worshipped, the idea of sleeping beside her was disturbing me,
I found myself drowning in the oceans of desire, I wanted to know how sleeping beside such Sleeping Beauty would feel but I had to chastise myself and ignore the notion. Sleeping in the same room with her is enough for me.
She moved like she was going to wake up, I wanted to act like I was sleeping on the couch but our eyes met before I could pretend, “are you not sleeping?” she said to me. How can I sleep when her aura of beauty and
extravagance had saturated the whole room and swamped my soul with desires?
“I was just trying to sleep” I said to her, “I thought you were sleeping” I added. Because the way she woke up and the way her eyes were I could tell she has not been sleeping. “I was just trying to sleep, too many things bothering my mind” She said. What could be on her mind? What could she be thinking? Could she be thinking about…? No, Can’t be that.
“That place won’t be comfortable for you, you can come sleep beside me, the bed is big enough” yeah guys, you read that right, she just called me to come sleep beside her. I was scratching head, acting like I haven’t been dying to be in bed with her.
Mrs. Williams was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and fate had us sleeping in the same bed. She was suffering in the chains of a broken marriage and in the shackles of a Man that doesn’t care about her. She has been acting upon the impulse and that was why she got herself wasted… that is even probably why we kissed too but will more happen? Will her marital issues cause her to be intimate with someone young enough to be her son? If Mrs. Williams and I finished what we started would she be justified?