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Gaya

My friends and I had this tradition of meeting at least twice every month for drinks to catch up on each other’s lives. We started this tradition early last year because we realized that we let work and our busy schedule rule over our lives despite our different careers; we all did not have a good work-life balance. We were a group of four: me, my best friend Tosin, my girl Sarah, and her boyfriend, Clinton. This was before Tosin’s childhood friend, Emeka, moved to Lagos from Enugu around February, and automatically, he got acquainted with the group. Everyone loved Emeka; well, everyone except me don’t ask me why because till today, I can never really explain it, but trust me, the feeling was completely mutual.

Emeka and I traded words at every meet-up; we always disagreed with each other, we always wanted to say the last word, and our fights were as petty as Davido vs Wizkid, who sings better or Messi vs Ronaldo, who plays better. My point is they never made any sense, and along the line, our friends were either tired of us or had gotten comfortable with our pettiness. But behind the whole crass and banters, Emeka was an extremely attractive man, annoying but definitely attractive. He had this Igbo bad boy vibes that could drive a girl insane, a dark, manly, authoritative vibe that will have you screaming “Yes, daddy” in an instant. He was about 6ft2, dark, with a full beard, clean shaved head, mysterious eyes, and a very nice manly body. He wasn’t toned, so it was quite clear he didn’t visit the gym often, and his lips were perfect. During our meet-ups, he was always dressed in well-tailored senators that screamed luxury, and his perfumes, oh his perfumes, always had an effect on me. Overall, did I hate the guy? Yes, but did I want to fuck the guy? Absolutely yes. Not to sound thirsty, but he was sexually gorgeous, and I hated that I was sexually attracted to this man, although I couldn’t help but wonder if my banters with this man were based on the sexual tension we both shared.

On this particular month, we had to meet three times because the third day of our meet-up was Tosin’s birthday, and we trusted him to throw the coolest party. Tosin had been my best friend for over 15 years. We became friends in secondary school, and since then, he’s been my ride-or-die; that guy knew absolutely everything about me. In university, we were like two peas in a pod, one without the other. I knew about his girls, and he knew about my guys. We told each other our first sex stories. He was the definition of “he’s like a brother to me”, literally. Being a working day, his party kick-started around 9 pm; he threw a house party in his two-bedroom apartment. The crowd wasn’t much, but the party was a party! It seemed like Tosin had selected all the party animals to attend his party; it was a full-on madhouse. Drinks kept flowing, games, dancing, and the DJ kept pumping different amapiano sounds that got the crowd vibing, and he even slid in some popular TikTok sounds, which everyone could relate to.

Emeka and I were at a distance, although we shared a lot of eye contact here and there; he was, as usual, dressed in a simple yet classy senator – I mean, does this man own any casual clothes, not that I’m complaining. I could feel his eyes on me whenever I was dancing, and I made sure I moved teasingly and seductively. Believe me when I say that wasn’t me on a regular day because, on a regular day, I would sit in the corner sipping my alcohol and praying for the party to be over so I could get home, but today, the alcohol and brownies were kicking in so bad or good in this case. My feet had begun to hurt from all the dancing, so I took a seat and quietly began to sip my alcohol while seductively staring at Emeka, who sat across the room with his eyes fixed on me. I hadn’t noticed when the birthday boy sat beside me until he whispered into my ears.

“This girl, you want to devour Emeka with your eyes. I think at this point you guys should just get a room” I almost choked on my drink from surprise; the boy knew everything about me, even the things I thought I could hide from him. “Wait, you didn’t think I didn’t notice the eye contact and ridiculous banter?” he asked, almost laughing. “Before you even deny, take my room key in case you guys decide to get a room” Shocked but certainly interested in his request, I turned to him “But what about you? Where are you going to sleep? You haven’t set up your second room yet” “My part doesn’t end here. You kids have fun”, he replied and placed his key in my hand before moving back to the crowd.

I turned my attention back to Emeka, but he was already making his way towards me, and a little smile escaped my lips. He sat next to me, and we exchanged pleasantries. Immediately, conversations started flowing. We shared more drinks and brownies; at this point, I was no longer just tipsy; I believe we were both gone. The party had almost completely died down; we had become so touchy with ourselves, and the tension had become much tighter. I casually asked him if he wanted to go somewhere quiet, and he agreed. I practically dragged him into Tosin’s room and locked the door behind us; everything seemed slow but perfect in my head. I remember him asking me if this wasn’t Tosin’s room, and I told him that the birthday boy lent it to us; the last thing I remember him saying was well, we can’t say no to the birthday boy before his lips crashed against mine and I must say it was as soft as I had imagined it to be.

He lifted me while my legs wrapped around his waist; our kiss was slow but hungry; we wanted each other almost equally. He gently placed me on the bed and lifted off my dress, and I assisted him in undressing himself down to his boxers. His bulge was bulging, I must say. He went back to kissing me while unclasping my bra, his hands softly caressed my boobs, and my moans were getting a bit louder at this point. His lips met my nipples, sucking and nibbling on them while his hand found its way to my already-soaked panties, he rubbed my clit through my pantie, and I was on fire. It didn’t take long before he slipped my panties off and slowly drilled his finger inside me. I gasped from the pleasure, and he moaned when he felt how wet I was. He inserted his second finger in, still sucking on my boobs, thrusting them in and out as fast as he could; I was screaming from the pleasure, and I couldn’t hold back. When I was close to orgasm, he slipped out his fingers and wiped my juice off them with his tongue. He complimented how good I tasted, and I wanted to return the pleasure. I slowly went down on him, freeing his dick from the captivity of his boxers before wrapping my mouth around him. I kept sucking him, moving up and down, my tongue doing its magic while my hands moved in rhythm with my mouth. He could hear him groaning and shivering beneath me, and that turned me the hell on. When I had had enough, I sat on him with my legs across each other, and then I slipped his dick into my already dripping pussy. I rode him as deeply and as intensely as I could; we were both moaning and groaning from the pleasure; it didn’t take long before he turned me around and pounded me as deeply as he could. The ecstasy came a few minutes later, and it was beautiful; we rested a bit before going a couple more rounds. Thinking about it then, having sex on my best friend’s bed felt like an indirect threesome, and that added to the thrill. Happy Birthday again, Tosin.

A birthday celebrant should always get their wishes granted no matter how naughty it might seem.

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