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…She had this sexy smile on her face. Innocently sexy. Me likey.
I asked her to have her seat while I performed my magic. She did, and I went outside to put on the gen. That our gen sounds like a factory work machine. That shii is loud!!
I closed the door behind me, smiled at her and went to the kitchen to change the socket shii to generator.

When I got back, she had already picked up one of my sister’s magazines and was going through it. I rubbed my palms together and sat on a chair close to hers.
We started talking about something she saw in the magazine, before an electric current ran through her and she took her bag and brought out her charger. She gave me her phone and pleaded with me to help her out with the charging.
Just as I plugged the charger, I heard my sister’s room door open.
I sighed. She came out and saw Anita. They knew each other because my dad usually sent her over to their house whenever I was not around, and she was. I just hoped that Anita’s brothers did not have my own kind of mind, because my sister was quite a masterpiece herself, like her brother. Thank you very much.
Lol.

They did their regular girlish girly girl greetings while I was just there going through Anita’s phone, waiting for them to finish.
I went to her photos, and I saw one of my pictures. Then another, then another, then one other one. I did not remember sending her any of my pictures, but then I could remember that I had used each of the pictures as my whatsapp DP.

That was not a major thing though. I just kept scrolling down, admiring her in her pictures and some of her other friends. There was this very hippy girl there. The type of hips that could make Toolz call her Hippo. I laughed and moved on.
I got an instant Attention when i saw this near Unclad picture of Mariam in her phone. Mariam was in just panties, one of her arms holding her b*obs together and the other hand trying to ward off the camera. All these girls sef. They’ll take these kinds of photos of themselves, and later, they’ll complain of their pictures being leaked. I enjoyed the sight a little before i un-zoomed and started scrolling down.
Then, i heard my name.
I looked up.
It was Anita, giving me a funny smile. She asked what I was doing with her phone that I looked so interested. I said I was just going through her pictures.
She laughed and told me not to look at any nudes that might be there.

”yes, ma”. I told her.

There wasnt any other Unclad there, actually. My sister went outside, to do something that I didnt care about, obviously. I went back to my former seat position and started talking with Anita again. I told her about the food, and we talked some more about some other irrelevant things. I had already put on the TV. I did not want to rush things, though. I took it slow and maintained a steady conversation. The top she wore was rather tempting, leaving some cleavage. I tried alot not to look at it, but I just had to, and it sent some sensations down to my ever-willing brother down there.
The problem came when she asked me if I could bring the food for her. Shiii! She did not know the kitchen. Would I start describing the kitchen for her because I did not want to stand up?? Chai…

I knew that if I stood up, there was nothing that would hide the bicycle kick that my bro down there would do. I looked around, and told myself… ”Dog no dey worry about stretch marks”- Mathicks, 2013. … So why would I worry about this one?
Shii..

I got up, and so did my erect d*ck.
I looked at her eyes, and they were fixed. Whether shocked, excited, angry, or whatever, I did not know. I just wanted to get out of there and into the kitchen.
Then my sister opened door and entered.
…Instinctively, my both hands went into my pockets and brought them up, slightly covering the bulge.
Anita’s cheeks were a little red.
Luckily, my sister did not really pay much attention to me, she just told Anita that she was coming and went straight to her room. Or maybe she saw what was happening?
Anyhow…
I did a very awkward walk to the kitchen, with my hands in my pockets for half the journey. In the kitchen, I did everything possible, using my mind effectively to bring down the bulge. I brought out two wraps of the made poundo-yam and did all the necessaries before bringing her food back to the sitting room, in a tray. How many Nigerian homes use the dining table? Buhaha.
I then dashed back to the kitchen to bring mine. She complemented that it looked nice from the outside view and said she hoped it tasted as nice. We had forgotten everything about
what happened moments ago. While we were eating, she asked,

”who prepared this soup?”

I was faced between the options of lying and getting all the credit, or saying the truth and sounding very honest in the process. My sister might walk in any moment, and something would come up about the soup and Anita would find out I was lying….so i stuck with the safer option.
I told her it was my mom.
She laughed and asked if it was the previous day or that same day that my mom had prepared it. I told her it was the previous day, but I was responsible for the poundo yam, though.
Nice….everything was going well.
We finished eating and started discussing about stuff. I cant remember what we were talking about, I just know we were talking. After some minutes, she cleared the table by herself and took the plates and shii to the kitchen. She was walking as if she knew everywhere in the house on her own. Girls!
She was taking very long in the kitchen, and I wondered what was happening. Well, shes a girl. She wont want to leave the plates and everything dirty like that, i thought.
I waited for a while, busy on my phone, going through her phone for a while too. I was hearing water running, though, so I knew she was alright.

A minute later, she called out from the kitchen. She called my name in the sexiest voice I’ve heard in my life. Or maybe thats what my brain just wanted to hear?
Anyhow…
I answered her, dropped my phone to charge, then moved straight-up to the kitchen.
I got to the kitchen door and halted.
…She was cleaning the sink with water, maybe after washing it earlier with sponge and soap.
I was in another world as I stood there and stared at the spectacle of her behind. The frame that had mesmerised me from the very first day I went to her house. She was standing in a position that could drive any man crazy. She was not doing it on purpose, so it did not make the pose look ridiculous in anyway. I just stared at it…and stared at her figure from down, up..,up, down. It was captivating in every sense of the word. I must have spent up to 20 to 30 seconds there just admiring her from where I stood. For that brief moment, i was not hearing any sound again…I was practically deaf. I started hearing those kinds of
noises you hear when you’re dreaming. It was mild, it was as if it was spread across the air. Wait… She was talking.
In my brief state of practical unconsciousness, I hadnt noticed that she was already facing me, and her lips were moving. Then I came back to life.

”Where do you keep your drying napkin?”

It took me a moment to process it, but I did. I just pointed to where it was. Then I walked there and brought out one neat napkin and moved closer to her to hand it over.
Now, I knew what I was doing. I was very conscious.
She had already faced back, and was rinsing her hands in the sink. Her cheek was red. Whats wrong?
I went closer to her..

” here…”

She faced back abruptly at the sound of my voice.
Now she was facing me, and I could see her full blush. Her both cheeks were slightly flushed. She avoided eye contact…and then I noticed.

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