Ola

“I’m at your door Ada, open up, I know you ain’t ready ,you lying bitch” -My friend eyum barked into the receiver.
I giggled because this confirmed that she knows me.
I opened the door and she flung her bag in my face “you see you, I knew it… but wait Ada, what is it with you and lateness, why don’t you ever,ever get ready on time?” – She asked. I couldn’t answer, as far as I was concerned, she was asking a rhetorical question. “Five minutes, just let me apply this mascara and I’ll be done jor, haba, is it this small lateness ,you are giving me hell for? – I laughed as I spoke. “Not funny babe, I can’t be late to my own party”- She looked serious this time so I hurried.
I grabbed the red dress I had kept on the chair and threw that on, then ran to my room to search for my shoes.
As i searched for them, i began to wonder, what was my reason for being perpetually late. Was I overestimating my ability to dress up quickly? Why did I always wait till the last minute before dressing up or even taking my bath? Truth be told, I don’t know why, I would keep watching a movie at 1:30 when I know I have to be somewhere else at 2pm. “BABE OOOO, PITY ME NA, WHAT THE FUCK” – She yelled, obviously getting agitated. “I’m done, I’m done” – I said as I rushed into the living room and we left for the party.

Click,clack, click clack, the sound of my heels reverberated around the well lit restaurant.
A colour faceted flower vase that had a wavy motif and a bunch of faux flowers made me swoon and I pointed it out to my friend. “Good evening madame”- – A young waitress said, dragging my attention away from the flower vase. “Good evening”- I responded as we continued walking down to meet a bunch of Eyum’s friends. “I am so sorry guys, This witch here made me late”- Eyum said to her friends and pointed at me. “I’m sorry too, we did a 3am mission, I needed to rest”- I chirped in and everyone burst into laughter. “Let’s order, I’m starving” Femi, Eyum’s main side nigga said. (Don’t be confused, that’s what she calls him too). A waitress came with the menu and we placed our order. While we waited, everyone got busy with their phones, Eyum was talking with femi and I was alone, I did not know any of her friends to begin feigning small talk. I suck at this, I dont do well in public spaces, I always wonder if I am talking too much or too little, am I appearing proud or humble? I needed a break , it was just five fucking minutes and I needed a break. “Babe are you alright”- Eyum asked… like I said, she knows me.
I shook my head and said “I’ll be right back.

“1 long drag… hmmmmmm” Then came the frantic pacing. “Calm down Ada, calm down Ada” – I said to my self. “Can I get a stick”- someone said beside me. “Yes, sure” – I said and turned around and our eyes locked and for a minute we both forgot what we both wanted to do. “Here” – I said passing him the lighter and my pack of cigs.
He lit one , his eyes fixed on me and then my overthinking returned. It’s been a thorn for me these past few months, (was there something on my face? I probably over applied my lipstick, are my titties out? Am I having a wardrobe malfunction?) All these questions running through my mind.
My legs walked away to the other end, leaving this fine piece of man with the lighter and cigarette pack.

I smoked in silence, slowly reminding myself that nothing was wrong, I was doing well and I wasn’t going to have a meltdown at my friend’s party.
When I was done smoking, I collected my things and walked back to join the party.
No less than five minutes after I sat down, the food arrived. We were about to dive into it when my smoking “buddy” joined in. “Hey Ola”- Femi said and continued “you made it just in time” “Hello Everyone” – That voice, gosh his voice. – Smoking buddy said. “Hiiii” -some of the girls said. He walked over to eyum and gave her a hug. “Happy Birthday Beautiful”- He said and sat on the only chair available, next to me. “Ola, that’s Ada, Ada, Ola” – Eyum said “We met outside already” – Ola replied.
I just smiled and began to eat

The plates were cleared and they brought the champagne and cake. While I drank, I could see my smoking buddy looking at me.
It made me uncomfortable, I had lost my self esteem and it was one of the reasons Eyum dragged me here. In her words “I am not going to allow you cower in fear of nothing all your life, you are coming to my party and that’s on what? – When she says That’s on what , I am supposed to respond with, Period. So when I didn’t do that, she said “ohh looks like a bitch got balls now, that’s on what?” … “PERIOD”- I screamed.
People conversed, the joy, laughter and friendship around the room elated me. I love to see people happy, I love the friendly touch, the tap of hands on each other, the look of lust when two lovers say a joke only they know the meaning of, the way women flirt when they like a man. How bossy women are reduced to little girls grovelling for long penises to shatter their cove of orgasms.
I love Love, I’m truly in love with the idea of happiness and the various ways people exhibit theirs. “WHATS YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE “- I heard someone ask.
I waited for a response, i was also interested in knowing the love language of whoever’s was answering. It was not an information I needed. I just wanted to know. “WHAT’S YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE ADA?” – oh, the question was for me… Ola was asking.

What type of weirdo asks questions like this out of nowhere? – I thought to myself.
Eyum looked at me and winked. I smiled back. “Errrrmmm, I don’t know” – I said. “She likes food, intense p….” -Eyum started to speak. “SSSHHH, I didn’t ask you Eyum, I asked her, I want to hear it from her” – Ola said.
He turned and looked at me “Go on” – He said, motioning with his hands. “I like food and movies” – I responded. “I didn’t ask what you like, I asked what your love language was, how do you like to be loved” – Ola explained.
I knew what the fuck he was saying, I just didn’t know how to answer it or maybe I did know but it felt weird telling a complete stranger that I feel loved when people trust me with their deepest secrets, desires and pain or that I prefer constant communication over any type of gift or that I love when I’m needed (or wanted). It felt weird. “You can just say it, you know, I can handle it, must be something intense, I’m sure, you look like an intense woman” – Ola said, his rubbish (please read SEXY) eyes taunting me.
I just smiled, it was a sheepish smile but a smile nonetheless. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours?- He asked, tilting his head to the side.

All through the night, I kept drinking and avoiding Ola, he seemed to only ask prying questions. I am light headed and it didn’t take long before I was drunk.
I was getting louder than normal and Ola offered to take me home. When we got to my place, he helped get me into my house and he sat in a chair in the living room. I was wasted and I just took my shoes and laid on the chair, placing my head on his leg.
Ola was stroking my back and I started to unzip his Jeans. “Ada stop, stop” – He said. I don’t want any of that. “You don’t want what?” – I continued trying to unzip him and he held my hands. “Stop, ok” – He said with a calm demeanor. That’s not why I’m here.
But I wasn’t listening, I just wanted to fuck. I tried kissing him and he refused. This got me agitated and I became aggressive. I want what I want and I must get it.
I kept trying to force him to kiss me, he wouldn’t. I got up, took off my dress and sat on top of him but he wasn’t moved. I felt so vulnerable, so small. “Just kiss me please, just a little kiss” – I begged. I was now those women I spoke about grovelling for long penis to shatter my cove of orgasms.
I pressed my tits on his face and he removed them, if I go right, he goes left, if I go left, he went right.
I was frustrated, I could feel the hard on, but I couldn’t tell why he wouldn’t just fuck me. “Ada, look, I won’t have sex with you today, if you can be patient, we might eventually but today, I won’t fuck you” – Ola said.
I was relentless, I kept pushing for it until he stuck his finger inside my pussy, flicking that cove where my orgasms hid, budging them to come out so I could free him… “Fuck me please, I’m begging… please fuck me” “NO, I’m doing this so you can cum and I can go home”- he said, matter of factly.
His fingers driving pleasure up my spine.
He got up, grabbed me by the neck so hard, I could barely breathe and pressed me against the table in the room.
Smack, smack,smack- he kept smacking and fingering my pussy. “You are stubborn, you don’t listen, I just told you I won’t fuck you but you won’t listen” – he said.
Fuckkkkkk

Ola kept smacking my ass “see how wet you are, fuck, I love wet pussies, next time if I tell you I don’t want to fuck, what would you do? – he asked and smacked my ass when I didn’t reply. “What would you do?” – He asked again, this time, trying to force a 3rd finger inside me “Stop please, I’ll stop” – I screamed, the 3rd finger hurt like crazy and he took the 3rd finger away. He continued finger fucking me, smacking my ass at intervals with my back firmly pressed to the table. “GAWD, if I do fuck you, you’d love it, I swear” – He said, shoving his fingers faster and harder in and out of me. Fuckkk – I screamed as the orgasm came dripping down my thighs.
He dragged his hand out of me, walked to the door and said – “errm, we’ll talk some other time” and with that he left. But I didn’t have his number and he didn’t even bother to ask for mine.
I sank into a chair and I cried like a baby. I had never been rejected before by a man. It broke me, in it’s own way. I got a tiny insight into how rejection felt.

Just a little no and I was about to rape this man. If he wasn’t stronger than me, I probably would have raped him.
I was ashamed of myself,I kept saying just imagine how you just disgraced your entire family because of penis.
I kept replaying the scene, I got naked, my titties were really tittying and this man was not in the least bit moved.
My emotions ranged from feeling like I was not beautiful enough, to anger at how low my self respect was and to concluding he was gay.
It was better for everybody, actually me if I conclude that he must have been gay to reject me

A week had passed and I had done my best to forget my disgraceful act.
I was busy that Saturday, cleaning my house, when my phone rang. “Hello” – I said into the receiver. “HI” – That voice again
“I got your number from Eyum, How are ya?”- Ola asked. “I’m fine”- I said. A flush rising between my legs, every strand of hair reminding me how this man made me feel. I shook my head in a bid to let the thoughts go away but it kept ringing as he spoke. “I should have called you earlier, work got the best of me” – he said “Hmmmm” – I replied, I was battling my own demons. I didn’t want to want him.
I wanted to reclaim whatever self respect I lost to him.
Be strong ada, be strong. “Let me take you out for lunch” – Ola said.
This is your opportunity ada, say no, make him feel rejected too, if you don’t say no, you will look like a little pet, better say no. “YES, ok” – I replied.
Fuckkk, you silly girl, see your life, see your life, you should have said no, he comes here, fingers you like a fucking whore,leaves and doesn’t talk to you for over a week and you agree to go on a date with him? “Leave me alone” -I said to my mind and rushed to get ready for my date with Ola.
We spent the afternoon at the cinema, he looked so handsome and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I was trapped, controlled by my need to be dominated.
After the movie ended, Ola drove me home and we talked for a bit in the car, he was really funny and he paid me a lot of compliments which help heal my very bruised self esteem. He even invited me to his house the next day for another lunch and he mentioned that he’d be cooking.
When I laid in bed that night, all I could think of, was how sweet Ola really was. I couldn’t wait to see him the next day.

As usual I was late again. When I got to Ola’s house. He opened the door with a frown on his face. “I’m sorry I’m late” – I said. “Ssshh, don’t say anything, just go upstairs, take off your clothes and lay on the bed” -He said.
I swear you could hear the blood rushing to my pussy. I walked slowly, my body wetting itself, getting excited at the intensity it’s about to experience. “I like when a lady does as she’s told, we agree you’d be here by 4pm, its 6pm”- Ola said as he walked back to continue playing the video game. “Go on, leave the shoes on, I like them, but everything else, take them off” – he said without looking at me.

I walked to his bedroom and began to undress, i wasn’t ready but I was excited and a bit scared.
I sat on the bed and a few minutes later, Ola joined me. “Take those off too” -he said, pointing to my wrist watch. “Now kneel on the bed and arch your back”- he said.
I obeyed, I was after all a little girl looking for dick.
He lit a cigarette and while he smoked , he rubbed on my ass, gently brazing my pussy. “Why were you late?” …. you know what, don’t answer that… he said.
I felt that first lick on my ass, then another one, ahhhhhh daddy… “Don’t be loud, river pussy, I’ll fuck you harder if you get loud” -Ola said and smacked my ass.
I could only nod.
Then the big long swipes up my ass down to my clit, he was eating me so quick like I would melt before he got his feel. Everytime I tried to move away, Ola would drag me back, his tongue sending spasms of pleasure through every strand of me. “Ohhh daddy, fuck please, don’t,fuck, please, ohh gawd,oh my fucking gawdx yeaaa, right there, fuck, please, ohh fuck” – I was moaning from earth to cloud 11, my eyes rolled into its sleeve, my soul going in and out of my body as Ola snatched it through my pudenda.
Wetness dripped from my butt to his face but that didn’t stop him, he seemed to want more and he kept licking… slurp,slurp,long swipes, then slow flicks, then kissy sounds, then suck my labia, smack my ass ,spread it apart and lick me some more.
I was going to die today, this man was out to kill me. Pleasure shot through me, that orgasm cove broke and

The orgasm cove broke and one was making it’s way out of me… “I’m cuminnng” – I screamed. “Don’t cum, I didn’t ask you to cum, don’t cum” – ola said and continued sucking my pussy. I couldn’t hold it any longer, I quivered and dumped all my cum on his face. “Aaahhhh, fuckkk” – i yelled.
Ola got up and put on a condom “babe I told you not to cum, you see, stubborn, just like I said”… he said. “Babe,please just give me some minutes, I need to rest, I just came” – I said but he was not having it.
He held me and shoved his cock inside me, dragging my ass back to take all of it. “Ohhh my gawd,oh my fuckk, please, shhhhh fuckkkk, please, fuckkkkkkk….” “Shut up, shut it, you can take it, you can take this cock” – He said as he kept pounding me, his thighs clapping against my ass. My back breaking from the fast thrust, pussy quivering and squirming, praying that he cums quickly so she can rest. “Fuck, I love this river pussy” – Ola moaned. His thrust getting faster and harder.
I couldn’t bear it anymore, I began to yell. “Please stop, you are going to kill me, you are fucking me , you are fucking my pussy”

He didn’t listen and when my moaning got too loud, he dragged me by the hair and stuck his fingers in my mouth. His dick dragging the wetness out of me “Please, please, ohhh fuckkkk”- I yelled. Immediately he brought his dick out, I ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
I had no intentions of dying.
I must have been there for twenty minutes, when I heard him say – “You can meet me downstairs, I’ll go microwave the food”

I didn’t move.