Emily

“Lick that pussy good, lick it good “… She moaned as my tongue flickered away on her pussy lips. I wasn’t one to ask my partner if they were enjoying what I was doing, I had enough confidence in my skills to know that they are definitely enjoying it. She grabbed the couch, pushing her pussy further into my mouth, I kissed the insides of her thighs, letting my tongue linger for a while and then I proceeded to drown her pussy with my lips. My tongue working overtime like I was been paid to do this, each flicker representing how much I was expected to earn. “aaahhh, uhhhh, ohhh fuck baby, you suck that pussy good, ohh baby you make feel so gooood” – I smiled, as she moaned, my mind drifting to how the word “baby” as a pet name was invented…Most times, while I was in the art of pleasuring anyone, my mind tends to stray, often to the weirdest things.
Just think about it for a minute, the word baby is an innocent word, used to refer to newborns, now who in fucks name decided that the word “baby” should be used for adults, what about this word made it endearing to people, it baffled me…
“ohh baby, ohh baby don’t stop” – she moaned, her moans bringing me out of my reverie. I kissed her pussy, slow soft kisses, then moved my lips down to her butthole and flicked my tongue around it , she yelled “ FUCCCCKKKKK” – “ok good, she likes it “ – I thought to myself as I continued to lick her ass, down to her pussy and upwards towards her clit. My hands smacking her ass as I did, my lips soft, petering against her soft plushy lips.
I licked her pussy up and down; and down, making sure I leave a ton of wetness in my wake, her legs quivering, her body shaking like she was having an epileptic episode. She knew the rules, you touch me and I’d murder your pussy. I wouldn’t stop even after you’d cum; I’d drain you of every juice faster than your body could make them. When I raised my head up to look at her; she was quivering and I knew she was in a dilemma , the dilemma of whether to touch me and risk it all, or just stay while I eat her pussy. I tapped on her pussy with my hands, dipping two fingers inside of her, then I put those two fingers inside her mouth so she could taste

I tapped on her pussy with my hands, dipping two fingers inside of her, then I put those two fingers inside her mouth so she could taste what she felt. She was dripping, pussy juice on saliva, I bent down and licked her again just for good measure “oohhh Ada, you’ll kill me, ohh, I want to kiss you baby please” – She said. I stopped, looked up at her, grabbed her head and began to kiss her. Our lips locking in a sweet embrace, our tongues fighting to gain control, wetness dripping down my thighs, my nipples rubbing on her things because I was kneeling as we kissed, her moans sopping out mine. “uhmmm, aaahhhh, ohh sweet baby, ohh gawd” – her eyes rolled as we kissed. We stopped and stared at each other, our eyes stentorious. We smiled, happy with each other, at least for now.
Emily was a beauty to behold; her eyes were cat-like, her skin fairer than the brightest day. She was a friend at first but somewhere along the way, the line between friend and lover got blurred. She was a loyal, overtly needy junkie and no matter what I did, she wouldn’t stop using. Emily took it all, weed, Percocet, salts, coco puffs, sleets, Nose candy, she had so many names for all things she was into, I lost track. We met a long time ago at a party, we just hit it off and drank our guts out on that day, she enjoyed talking to me and she didn’t hesitate to let me see that she wanted to be friends.
I remember during year 2 of our friendship, A mutual friend of ours had called me that Emily was missing and had checked herself out of the rehab facility her parents put her in and no one had seen or heard from her in four days. I immediately tried her mobile number and it was switched off then I sent her an email, sometimes Emily communicates with me via email when she bars all incoming calls on her phone. It was until 9pm before she responded to my email, I sent another one asking where she was and that I wanted to see her , She sent me and address and I headed there immediately.
Emily was at some guy’s house, the moment I got into the compound, it had an eerie kind of silence that made a person afraid.

I was uncomfortable but I had to get Emily out of here, I walked to the door slowly, watching where I stepped like there was landmines inside the compound. I knocked on the front door and some guy opened the door and walked past me , he didn’t even ask who I was or who I was looking for, he just left, leaving the front door wide open.
I walked in, closing my mouth and nose with my hand, lest I suffocate and die from third party smoking.
There were about five people in the living room and they looked at me and looked away almost immediately as if they were afraid of making eye contact with me. “Hey,who you dey find” – some guy asked me, coughing in between as he spoke “errmmm Emily” – I responded quickly, my heart pounding through my chest “She sent me this address to meet her here” – I added quickly. “She dey upstairs” – he said in pidgin and walked away, disappointed I wasn’t a buyer for his product. I walked up the stairs, portraits of bob Marley and the great Fela adorned the walls, it led straight to a corridor that had three other doors, I opened the first one and there was a girl lying on the bed, she had jeans on but was dark skinned. I closed the door and moved to the next door, tiptoeing to avoid drawing attention to myself. When I opened the second door, there she was sprawled out on the bed, her hands flailing by the side of the bed, she had on , only her panties and I could see her dress by the side of the bed. I tapped her on her legs, trying to wake her up but she was wasted and she muttered some words I could barely understand. I grabbed her dress and used it to cover her body and I laid beside her… Afraid, for me, for her, for what she was suffering from that made her feel she needed to take these drugs. I wondered what it was Emily was trying to escape from, for as long as I’ve known her, I had probably only seen her sober a couple of times.
As I laid there, stroking her hair, I texted our friend Linda, to let her know I had found Emily, She seemed so fragile, her face almost lifeless. I heaved, first as a sigh of relief, then as a sigh of worry.

Emily needs help and she has refused to take it or get it, she would rather continue down this dangerous path, hurting her friends and family without thought. I quickly shook my head, trying not to make this about me, Emily was hurting, she was searching for something, some type of inner peace that she felt she could only get from these drugs. I tapped her again, I was uncomfortable in this place, Any of these guys could just get up and do something insane and then blame it on been high. “Emily wake up, its Ada, we need to go” – I kept saying as I shook her body, doing my best to rouse her from her sleep. “ehhh, go away” – she said, her eyelids half closed, I paid no attention to her and continued to shake her. “We need to go now Emily or I will be forced to call your dad” – I said, raising my voice slightly. She opened her eyes and saw me clearly “Ada, you are here” – she said, “Well I have been here for over thirty minutes, dress up and let’s go now” – I spoke briskly to signify seriousness. She dragged herself, murmuring as she wore her dress, I didn’t care. My aim was to get us to leave this place by whatever means necessary.
Eventually we drove to my place and I spoke to Emily’s parents, they thanked me for helping to find her and wanted to know when they can come to get her. When Emily spoke to them, I could sense the animosity between her and her parents. When she ended the call , she turned to me and said “Babe, can I stay here for a couple of weeks?” I heaved, gathering my words carefully so I don’t upset her – “yes you cam Em, but you can’t do drugs here, that’s the only condition and you must go to the clinic everyday to meet with your therapist, I will drop you in the morning before I head to work. If you miss any day with him or I so much as sense that you are doing again, I will throw you out” – My voice quavered as I spoke, I knew my threat held no water as I have not been known to intentionally cause anyone pain.
Her lips parted in a sarcastic smile as she fell into a heap on the couch , positioning herself to sleep.

“What happened Em, you can talk to me, what are you running from?” – I asked and continued “I am here for you if you ever need to talk; this issue has been going on way before we met and everyone is worried for you, your parents are worried, Linda is worried, even I am worried too. Why did you leave the Rehab center your parents put you in, why do you keep using these drugs, what is going on Emily?” The questions poured out faster than she could answer, Emily just looked at me as I spoke, tears running down her face, she laid down on the couch, trying to force herself to sleep. I knew she was hiding something, I could see the dilemma on her face. “Emily, please talk to me, I can help you” – I said, holding her hand. She took her hands away , as if mine had burned hers and closed her eyes as sleep beckoned to her. *********************** A couple of weeks had turned to six months, Emily had continued using and every time I threatened to kick her out, she would cry and plead with me not to. I lost track of time, I was constantly worried even at work, I would keep thinking what if this girl OD’d in my house, how do I explain to the police that I was also not a drug user.
It was a grueling six months of babysitting, tracking, spying and taking care of Emily. It felt like I had a child, I couldn’t hang out with friends or go out with Emily to a bar, she over used everything including alcohol. I had to clear my house of every alcohol, imagine me Ada surviving for days and months on end without alcohol, I was losing my mind.
One day, I got back from work tired as usual and Emily had cooked, it was a surprise because Emily I know doesn’t do shit. I cook and clean after her. She was giddy and reminded me so much of the Emily I met at that party on the first day we met. Emily helped me with my bag, gave me a hug, a nice shoulder massage while I ate and as much as I liked everything happening at that time, I was wary. “Em, what’s up with you, you seem different”? – I said , raising my eyebrows “How do you mean”? – she asked , seeming genuinely surprised .

I was taken aback, is this a prank? What the fuck is going on? Is she feigning ignorance to the stress she put me through the last six months, perhaps she was, I continued to stare at her. She seemed very different, like there was a new girl inside the body of Emily. I kept quiet, enjoying the meal in silence but my thoughts were all over the place, wondering how good Emily’s therapist was, that she had just suddenly changed. She even asked me about my work and seemed quite interested in how my day was , the old Emily was usually only interested in whether I brought back food on my way from work.
I went to shower and by the time I came out, Emily was lying naked on the bed. She was twitching and playing with her pussy; “What are you doing Em” – I asked, approaching her gently. “Nothing” she replied and faced the other side of the wall still rubbing on her pussy. I was too tired to talk so I switched off the light and laid on the bed, using the duvet to cover my body.
Less than 30 minutes after I laid on the bed, Emily was already touching me, rubbing her hands on my boobs, before I could turn to stop her, she came close to me and was trying to force her boobs in my mouth. “Em, Em, Emily, stop, I’m tired, I want to sleep” – I said, holding her boobs in my hand and trying to push it away from my face. “Just lick it a little, I will let you be” –She said, quickly jumping up to sit astride me. “Just a little now” she kept saying, forcing the boobs inside my mouth.
I obliged, taking her taut nipples in my mouth and licking it, holding her waist as she was grinding her pussy on my thigh. I rubbed on her back, drawing sinuous lines from her back to her ass, letting my tongue work its magic. “Lick, Lick, Lick, tongue circling the areola, mouth sucking and dragging on the nipples, softness on softness, sweet dripping juices on my thighs, the fountain of my sweetness filling my thighs with a soft downpour”
We kissed, then I resumed licking and kissing her boobs as she banged on my thighs. “Ohh fuccck, yesss fuckk, ohh damnnn, suck my titties baby, ohh fuck yes” – she kissed my forehead

she kissed my forehead as I grabbed both nipples in my mouth, sucking on both of them like therein lies the calm I needed. I sucked and licked, stretching my hand to rub on her pussy lips, teasing, waiting for her to cum.
I was at it for over thirty minutes; half the time, her boobs were trying to suffocate me. She was grinding her pussy on my thighs, so I pushed my thighs closer so it touches her pussy very well. Soon I heard her screaming like a wolf does when the full moon rises “I’M CUMMMMMMMINNGGG, FUCKK! FUCKKKK! FUCKKKKKKK!! She got up from on top of me and fell into a heap on the bed and that was the beginning of our “love triangle”. Yes, it was a love triangle between me, Emily and drugs.
For the next couple of months in our relationship, I found Emily’s “Happy” nature wasn’t really happy after all. She had found a new supplier with some designer drug (name withheld) that made her overtly giddy and horny and with all her savings gone; she started to steal from me. I couldn’t throw her out, she had nowhere else to go and I had come to love her, she would listen to me talk about every and anything. On her good days, she would help me with work, help me clean, cook, good massages, suck my pussy good, allow me to be selfish by been the only who had an orgasm. She was fiercely loyal and was ready to do anything I wanted, kicking her out seemed too harsh, so I would go with her to the clinic, ask the doctors to keep her there until I was done with work, pick her up, take us both to a restaurant or to the market, I was doing everything to make her feel she was important to me too and that I deeply cared about her.
The final straw that broke the camel’s back was when Emily stole my colleague’s phone and money, My colleague had come to the house to see me and we were headed out to an event , in the space of fifteen minutes, my colleague spent at my house, Emily had moved her phone and money. We were on our way to the event and had been driving in heavy traffic for over forty-five minutes, when my colleague thought to make a call to let our host know we were running late and would be there soon….but her phone was missing.

“Ada, I think I left my phone at your place o” – Olah said “No na, you made a call there and I saw you put in your bag”– I replied. We parked by the side of the road so she could check her bag properly and we discovered that the phone was gone along with thirty thousand naira in her bag (approximately one hundred us dollars). She looked at me, her face giving away the instant distrust but she quickly put herself together because she knew deep down , it couldn’t have been me….but I knew, I knew exactly who stole it. “Let’s go to my place” – I told her
I brought out my phone and called Emily, there was no response.
When we got to the house, the door was open, Emily was sprawled out across the couch, Olah’s phone in her back pocket, She was high and had just used something. I removed the phone from her pocket and gave it to olah , apologizing profusely for emily’s behavior and even as I and olah talked loudly, Emily didn’t wake up. I went inside and opened my safe ( I had to get one, since Emily was incumbent on ruining me) and counted thirty thousand and gave it to Olah. “Babe, I am sincerely sorry about this, please, I am very sorry” – I said “Babe, stop jor, you are not the thief here, but I have to just advise you as my friend, you can’t live with such a girl in the house. She will just keep embarrassing you” – Olah replied, she went on to advise and speak to me about Emily and how she felt that it was a bad idea I was living in the same house with her, the dangers of her running mad or overdosing in my house. The more olah spoke, the angrier I got mainly because , I already knew these things but I wanted to give this idiot Emily a chance to change.
When olah left, I packed emily’s belongings and put them outside the house, sat and waited for her to wake up, angrily gulping tot after tot of liquor I hid in my safe. When she eventually came to, she got up and tried to hug me “Hey babe, you are back” – she said, making her way towards me.
I pushed her away; “ your things are outside Emily, we are done… this time, we are completely done” – I said… “Babe, stop please, its not what you think” – she said.

I screamed at the top of my lungs; baring in full light all my pain, hurt, effort, tears, worry, fear, love and most recently hate “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU FUCKING WASTE, WE ARE DONE, I HATE YOU AND I NEVER WANT TO SET MY EYES ON YOU, YOU ARE EVERYTHING I AM GLAD I AM NOT. TAKE YOUR SHIT AND GET OUT, GO AND FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO PUT ALL THIS STRESS ON. GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU FUCKING THIEF!!!” She was transfixed; she had never seen me boiling with this much rage, the words escaped her mouth before she could think “Ada please I am sorry, I will change, I will stop, I never meant to take your friend’s money”. That sentenced angered the fuck out of me and I went berserk; yelling like I was speaking to a congregation, GO AND FUCKING CHANGE ELSEWHERE, THIS IS THE ONE BILLIONTH TIME YOU ARE SAYING YOU WILL CHANGE. GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I DO SOMETHING I WILL REGRET. GET OUT EMILY , GET OUUUTTTTT!!!” She turned to walk into the bedroom to get her things, I stopped her “and where do you think you are going?” she points in the direction of the room , “Your things are outside already, waiting for you” .
She immediately kneels, begging me not to kick her out but I was done, I had had a lifetime full and I was not reneging on my stance. “GET OUT” – I repeated and eventually she left.
I told the gateman never to let her back inside and the moment I shut the door behind me, I cried, the tears came free flowing, I did everything a friend and a lover could do, I gave and gave times without number and yet she refused to change. I kept blaming myself for sitting on my high horse and thinking I was strong and brave enough to make a junkie, sober. ******************************* Three months had passed since Emily left my house and in that three months she had shown up to my work place drunk and high at least eight times and my house more times than I can remember. I had blocked her number and she resorted to spamming my emails every other day, so I blacklisted her email address.
By the seventh month after we separated, I was seriously considering taking her to court to get a restraining order.

It was borderline insane but I was unsure about the efficacy of restraining orders in this country. In the third week of the seventh month, I got a call from Linda. “Hi Ada, Emily is dead o” – she said casually, like it was nothing. The world stopped for a minute, the entire bank was silent even though we had at least 30 people in it. I could hear my heart pounding against my chest, it was something I had never experienced, it was as if I was frozen in time . “She killed her dad too, but I heard the man is her step father, she stabbed him and then stabbed herself, the mother is keeping it hush hush and the funeral is on Saturday. They are saying it was armed robbers”
I was lost for words, my heart beating fast, I tried to steady myself, but I couldn’t, the room around me was spinning… “Hello Ada, are you there? – Linda asked
I dropped the phone and went to my boss’s office, how I managed to walk there was and still is a mystery to me. I lied that I had suddenly come down with fever and the sweat dripping down my entire body aided my case. She gave me the permission to go home , I quickly shut down my laptop and I went home.
I was still in this trance like state when I got home, not knowing exactly how I was moving or doing things, I had an out of body experience. It was like I was going insane. I sat down on the floor desperately trying to catch my breath, my hands placed across my mouth trying to hold back the loud scream my body had been holding in since I spoke to linda
OHHHH GOD, NOOOOOOO, IT CAN’T BE, OH MY GOD, PLEASE, OH NO, DEAR GODDDD PLEASEEEEE
I screamed, the cries loud with each thought, did I push Emily to do this, why wasn’t I more patient, what have I done?
I grabbed my phone, scrolling through my spam mails just to read the mails she had been sending and there it was, emily’s goodbye message to me. I cried uncontrollably, screaming and yelling at no-one in particular. My heart broke, I did a lot, gave up a lot just to keep her safe and well but now she’s dead. All my effort flushed down the drain, my heart sank as I read her mail:

My heart sank as I read her mail: “My dear Ada,
I might not be around for a long while and I am currently centered enough to write this to you, I do not know if you will see it before… anyways, I want to tell you I really loved you, I appreciate everything you did for me and I am sorry for disappointing you. I am sorry for been a disappointment to everyone in my life, I wasn’t always like this, I had plans for myself but my step father took that away from me
The man you know as my father isn’t my real dad. He’s my mother’s husband, my dad passed away when I was about 3 years and my mum married this fool when I was six and a half. Apparently he married both me and mother together and through my seventh birthday to my twenty second birthday, I was my step father’s second wife. I was to massage him, suck his dick and fuck him even before I knew that 11 x 11 = 121 and not 111.
Imagine a seven year old child been told to suck dick, it was foul, disgusting but I was to do it or face the hard earned consequence of constant beating by both him and my mother. Yes my own mother, at first she acted like she was unaware and would beat me up , claiming I was lying against her husband. This only made the fool more brazen; he no longer waited for my mum to go out to come to my room, he would insert his penis inside my little vagina even while my dear mother cooked downstairs. WOULD SHE SAY, SHE NEVER HEARD MY SCREAMS OR DID SHE GO SUDDENLY DEAF IN THE TWO HOURS THAT HER MONSTER OF A HUSBAND RAPED ME. No, she just was too afraid to leave him, the wealth and affluence she was enjoying with him deafened her. She was too lazy to work, so staying with a rich husband was best for her. Even in university, during the holidays, I was scared to return but there he was with his driver waiting to take me to my misery every holiday. I had to start using, to escape, so I could be numb while he sweats on top of me, so I could numb the pain I felt when my mother would insult and scorn me as if I was her competition and not a victim. I was and I am still tired Ada, you are the only person I have ever truly loved.”

“”In all my life on earth, I had only had sex with one man, my step father. I couldn’t afford to be with another. I was too scared to let a man touch and that fear turned to hate.
I am very sorry for what I did, but I cannot do without the drugs anymore, I have gone too far. I had to move back home since I have nowhere else to go and just yesterday, this man tried to come to my room. I pushed him away and today my mum has already started with her snide remarks trying to make me feel bad and he has just been patrolling, looking for an opportunity to try again.
I am going to do everyone a favour, I will not go to jail for this monster.
Whatever happens, please know that you are and will always be my one true love, I loved you, love you from the depths of my soul. I am sorry.
Emily…♥””
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I couldn’t stop crying, she reached out to me but I was hard hearted and paid her no heed, I had lost her and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I lied my way through the remainder of the week, crying and breaking everything within sight. I killed Emily, no matter how light I tried to paint my role, I should have been more patient.
With Emily’s death, I learnt never to let people in my life go harshly, I always ended my relationships as amicably as I could, the burden of Emily’s death still weighs me down even after so many years had passed.
I Love you too Em.
xo
Ada.