Leke

My tiny frame bounced, as I walked down the stairs of my company’s corporate headquarters. I was no visitor here, when ever I was summoned here or ask to represent my branch here, we were either doing something right or doing something wrong. I felt like taking off my jacket, but professional courtesy deterred me. My feet hurt, I could already feel my skin peeling away on my pinky toe nail; I shook my head quickly as if that would help the pain go away. I tried to walk faster, bating my breath so my brain is too oxygen starved to think of the pain inside my heels. I got to the underground parking lot, i could see the driver in the car, his seat slanted, his back fully pressed against the seat, i felt a tinge of jealousy in my soul when I saw how relaxed he was. I couldn’t wait to get into the car and kick my shoes far away from my feet; but it seemed like the faster I walked, the further the car seemed to be away from me. “Ada, Ada” – someone was calling my name “well I’d be damned if I answered, like literally damned”. I walked faster, pretending not to hear, I thought to run to the car, but that would seem very awkward, I dialled the driver’s number, he picked up – ” start the car, I’m in front of you” – I said briskly and hung up. “Adanne” – whoever that was, called again. I didn’t respond or turn around.
I was one track minded, shoes off first, so that my brain can focus.
Finally I was at the car, I opened the back door with a bit of annoyance, took off my shoes, threw my black flip flops on the ground, the moment my feet went into my flops…. FREEEEDOM! My brain was finally working properly. Short girls with our 6inch problems.
and there he was standing beside me “I have been calling you” – hi, my name is Leké, Leké George.

“Leké wow” – I said, smiling with all my teeth.
“oh my goodness, how have you been? ” – I asked.
“I’ve been around, I’ve been around” – leké replied smiling, a speck of light caught his gold coloured hair, the nose ring prominent as always…
“How are you? Where are you headed?” – Leké asked
“Humm I’m actually headed home” – I replied.
“You still live at T close?” – Leké asked, I nodded yes.
“I’m headed that way, let me drop you off, we can catch up while I drive” – Leké said.
He still smelled the same, his smile was still broad, his laugh hearty, his look rebellious, reminded me so much of someone I know, I would call leké the True Nigerian Rebel. He moved past me, bending into the car to grab my handbag giving no room for my approval or refusal, yes he does this thing, where he makes decisions for the both of you and puts you in an awkward position where you can’t say no. He grabs my heels and asks, “any other thing, that’s yours?”. I shook my head and with my bag over his shoulder and my shoes in his left hand, Leké brisked me away like his bride on a honeymoon trip.
“you haven’t changed Ada” – he said, looking at me in some way, that made me feel small and weird and also made me forget that I was the one that called it off with him.
I walked slowly, deliberately slowing my pace, as if my brain would give sense to my mouth to be able to say” errm leké I don’t think I can go with you, don’t worry I can find my way home” but my brain as usual failed me at the time when I needed it the most, those words never came out, instead I heard myself giving a cheerful “thank you” when he held the door open for me to sit in the car….
And now the heart racing questions begin to crawl out…

The air was ridiculously tensed; for me, it was a type of tension that stemmed from want, a vicious innate want to have Leké eat my ass. I remembered how good he was at it, how nothing was off limits for him.
Don’t blame me, he looked ready….
“So how’s everything been” – I heard him ask. “fine fine” – I replied, the words barely escaping. I cleared my throat, there was some strange feeling stuck in my throat.
“Ohh Ada, come off it, why are you acting like some school girl” – my brain chided me – now the silly thing decides to work. I was busy having a mental battle with my own brain when I heard “did you hear me” – Leké was asking
#inmyhead – “errm Noo, Mr cute lips, fine skin, I just want to sit on your face, I didn’t hear you”. Instead I ended up saying “no sorry, I’m a bit tired”.
“Awww, you need a massage” – Leké replied, stretching his hands all the ways to my seat and rubbing my shoulder. He was a sensual lover and never missed an opportunity to flirt.
“so” – “so”… We both said it at the same time.
“so what happened Ada, you just went all batshit on me” – Leké asked, steering our conversation to what was causing this palpable tension between us.
“you annoyed me na” – I said, immediately climbing my high horse, my self defense tactic number one. “Babe I didn’t, you called me, i was in a meeting, I sent a text, i left the meeting at 3am, called you and you were screaming and yelling at me, i was already overtly stressed, I couldn’t just stand any more of it, that’s the reason I ended the call and blocked your number so I could sleep, when I called you eventually, you were not even calm for me to explain, you kept saying you were done and we were over”- Leké said “well” – I began, adjusting my high horse before I spoke (because he was right, but women never ever agree that a man was right) you told me to dress sexy, that you were coming over, sent a text 1 hour later that something came up, I fell asleep waiting for you, with makeup on my face, do you know how clogged my skin could get if I sleep with makeup on (wait I know what you are thinking, I mean you reading this, what kind of cloggy excuse is this, like I said before, women are always right)

I basically went on and on about he was the cause of my breakout and how he had caused me emotional distress and also caused the war in Afghanistan and Yemen because woe betide the world if i actually just say that the reason I went all crazy on him was because I was looking forward to the sex with him and he stood me up and that I was wrong and I should have been more understanding especially since he did call me and sent numerous texts to let me know how sorry he was.
But I didn’t say any of that, I WAS right, Still am, I don’t care what he or anyone else says.
We approached the bend that led into my street and when we got to my house, he parked the car and carried my bag and shoes, walking behind as I opened the door.
“wow, looks exactly the same” – Leké said, his giddy nature returning since we cleared the air (what i really mean is, since he apologised a million times for causing my breakout,😂 What? A girl is allowed to always be right 😉😉)
I grabbed my bag and walked to the bedroom; quickly taking off my clothes to have a quick shower.
When i was done, I dried my skin, sprayed a mist and found a booty short that didn’t cling to my skin, I threw a tank top over it and packed my with a band. I wanted to pass the message of “I’m Available but not Available”
When I got back to the sitting room, Leké had a glass of bourbon watching some music video on TV.
“Hey” – I said to him. “Hey you” – He said back as I sat beside him. “Are you hungry” – I asked. “no, no” – he replied, shaking his head, feeding his greedy eyes with glimpses of my cleavage. My boobs squeezed together in this top made it look bigger than it was. We both turned to look at the TV, his eyes occasionally turning to look at me. We were too silent for comfort, as if the very words from our lips would tear the fabric of time and space. I got up, trying to get myself a drink so I could calm my flailing nerve when Leké held my shorts, his hand in the crack of my ass dragging me backwards, “where are you going Ada” – he asked, his voice reduced to a creaky sound.
“am I owing you money” – I asked, half turning to face him.
“Yes” – he said, dragging me backward until I fell on his body.

He licked my back, making sure I felt every inch of that tongue on my back. I heard the clink of the glass cup as leké dropped it on the side table and wrapped his hand over my stomach. The hand in my shorts slowly tracing its way out and raising my hair so Leké could kiss my neck.
“Gawd I miss you” – he said. I didn’t reply (remember – high horse). He kissed my back, every kiss wet and slimy, like I was having a tongue bath.
“hold on” – I said, getting up…
“so you think you can just waltz back here just like that right” – I said.
“I’ve said I’m sorry babe” – he said and continued “I didn’t know I hurt you like that, I’m sorry”
Nothing like the sound of victory to get a lady fully turned on. I walked away; slowly into the bedroom, knowing he would follow me.
I put on some music, and took off my shorts when I saw him walk in. Leké basically ran towards me, lifted me up, his hands placed under my ass, my pussy dripping wetness onto his stomach, i was so freaking wet. I have been since we sat in the car. We kissed as my boobs pressed against his chest, he kept moving around, giving me long deep kisses, rubbing on my bum as we kissed. The amount of pleasure surging through my veins made me keep bouncing up and down on his arms. Leké placed me on the bed, spread my legs open, his hands holding both legs apart and began to “eat”. The feeling of nostalgia returned, everything came flooding back, how his tongue stroked every labia, both minor and major, every hole, open or closed, slurped up every wetness.
I moaned as his tongue moved from my pussy to my ass, gentle kisses plastered on my skin, tongue searching for what wasn’t lost. I held his head, pushing my pussy further on his tongue, pushing my ass in his face, imploring him to fuck me, to fuck me like a fucking whore…

Leké licked my pussy for another 10 minutes, my ass for another 20. I thought I was going to die.
He got up, amidst my dripping wet pussy, wore a condom and pushed his dick inside me, gently thrusting, until my moans spurred him to go harder.
“fuck me harder, fuck this fucking pussy, beat it up” he placed his hand on the bed and began to FUCK me, thrusting deeper and deeper, his big fucking cock tearing the walls of my vagina. I screamed, clawed, smacked his ass, rubbed on his back, called him daddy all just to get that dick pumping in and out of me. Leké flipped me on my stomach, grabbed my waist and propped me so I was on all fours. He held my neck and bent over to kiss me, moving his dick slowly, then fast, and faster until I could hear the grunts of orgasm escaping his lips. He laid on the bed, trying to catch his breath but i also needed to cum, i sat astride, stuffed my boobs in his mouth, watching him lick it while I rubbed my clit on his dick, grinding slowly so I don’t cum too quickly. The more he licked my tits,the more I bounced my ass so my clit could rub on that dick…. Ten minutes later I spasmed and removed my boobies from his mouth as I reached orgasm…
“haaaaaaaa, fuccck” – I screamed and laid in a heap…. Trying to catch my breath and stall the hunger I was feeling.
I am now currently trying to make dinner at 9:30pm.

The End.