She come look me for my eyes, wetin I see inside her eyes na plea, as she come start to dey talk, my heart come melt… She come tell me say, abeg, make I follow her reach her place, say wetin I start, I gat’s finish am… abi I want make passion kill am. My mouth fell open and I was like, I never bargained for this, all I wanted was just some little touching here and there and not blooowing a total stranger.
I started thinking of how I was gonna escape, I told her, this aint happening, cos I am not going to your place. For heaven sake, we just met in a bus. Moreover, you refused to tell me what your name is. The way she kept silent made me had this feeling that I had won, cos my heart was already reasoning my gf. I am going to explode so much in her, am not going to get aroused and allow my Pour remain in me.
I was secretly telling myself that am a genius, sticking my hands into a stranger’s Kitty-Cat aint a child’s play, that chance doesn’t come every day, in fact it comes once in a million years, and am that lucky person today being the beginning of a million years.
Whilst my heart was in a state of jubilation my face was hard. I was even beginning to act like the girl irritates me. Meanwhile, her hand was still on my GUN, I acted like I wanted to shove her hand aside, when I felt this tightening grip.
The grip seemed to be growing tighter with each passing moment. Kai, mai na saka kai na a ciki(what have I gotten myself into).
The next thing was the girls voicing changing into a hard one filled with threat telling me that she’s going to scream that I have been molesting her. I couldn’t bear to imagine the reaction I was going to get from my fellow passengers. My arm was still drafted round her right inside her trousers; the other one has loosed interest on the b0s0m it was massaging, what other evidence do they need to let all hell loose on my head? I tried to remove the other hand from her kitty, but instead of allowing me, she pressed her back to the chair and at the same time giving my d.ick a hard sq££ze which by this time has turned flaccid. It was painful o!!! Even the softness of the hand did nothing to ease the pain I felt at that moment, my heart was already hitting like a drum. Someone close to me could hear it and do the Zulu dance if only he would listen attentively.
What have I gotten myself into?
How could something which started well have such an unpleasant end? The questions kept coming. I shook myself, looked at her and in the calmest voice said to her “ma’am, your wish is my command”. She looked at me and grunted, then I proceeded to ask her to leave my hand and J0yst!ck alone that anywhere she goes “I go dey follow follow you o”. She freed my hand but held onto my J0yst!ck lightly telling me that she is being cautious. I allowed her, then I started talking again, I asked her name, which she gave to me as Chinenye.
Chai!!! Igbo babe…. No big deal sha… She wants it, am going to give it to her and that means me not pounding my gf that that night.
As we passed my bus-stop, I kept turning back and staring at it until she gave a tuck on mi d.ck. What’s the girl’s own with my Johnson self. Ba kyau fa (e no good o). I looked at her and forced a smile… What the hell, am still going to get la!d, but I just pray the babe no turn am to fetish.
That thought alone made me shudder, imagine being tied to the bed post, flogged and then screwed. Surprisingly the next bus-stop we got to turned out to be hers, how am I going to get up with her hands still on my J0yst!ck? I asked myself. As if reading my thought, her hand slipped off my J0yst!ck and she leaned and whispered into my ears that we are dropping off. The hand changed its position to the helm of my shirt. Me I no come send o, I just sheepishly stand-up, hail the conductor come down with the babe right behind me dey pull my clothe. As soon as we stepped outside the bus, she said I shouldn’t try anything funny as am going to regret it. She said the moment I try to break into a run will mark the end of my handsomeness. WAIYO Allah See threat and blackmail at the same time. She waved a bike man, said I should climb first and climbed right behind me.
I was kidnapped in broad evening light by a feeble female…. Na wetin I go do…..? What if wetin I dey think no be wetin dey her mind….?
Na so Kitty-Cat dey put person for trouble?
Could this be the end of the road for me?
Am still too young to go this way…. All this were the thought going through my mind as the bike man sped off….