THE LEKKI HOUSEBOY (Part 4)
Got to the party at exactly 7:50pm, got down with my borrowd Chuck
Taylors (Original Ones oh!). But Faith remained inside.
“Guy! Where the greenspring babe?” I asked Asamoah again.
*Pardon the convo please? why I dey beg una self?*
Asamoah: You be Banku pah, you want greenspring girls when you
have some caged Hot beenshes
right in your house?
Me: (startled) I nor understand you oh ASAP.
Asamoah: Charly, those two girls in private universities that leaves in
the same house with you na hungry lions!
Me: (laughing) Guy forget, dem too dey form jare.
Asamoah: See you, you dey fall my hand! Anyhow, Faith is your date, I
promised I was gonna peg you with her if she tweets about the party
At this moment, I wasn’t sure of the feelings I was showcasing. Was I
shocked? Happy? Sad? Or Just indifferent?.. Like she retweeted to be
pegged with me? That hot girl? Why? I no reach her class nah!
Person wey Lynxx, Wizkid, Dbanj and even Onyitex dey follow for
twitter? Chai! My Self Esteem ran from 20% to 120%.
“Guy nor use me play oh! Nor just try am”. I said with a smiley face.
Praying hard that he doesn’t say he was joking. He punched me on my
chest teasing me with words I didn’t even hear.
“Asap wia d booze na? Dispensers are ready”,
michael shouted standing at the gate of the house.
Asamoah went to the boot to take the drinks he got and took them
inside saying “Ladi, remember, One Boy, One Girl, go and win your
ticket manl.
I tried tweeting at her but damn! Network was bad.
I went to open the car and there she was, sitting and tweeting. “Ok,
those are the best laps I have seen so far since ummm.. Today? ” I
shouted with the little morale I got from Asamoah as she looked at me
with a smile and said “That is one”..
*Convo
Me: Aha! Ok, Nice Dress
Faith: I know, that was why I wore it.
Me: (motivated) Ok! I will say it.
I guess she was crushing on the ever Blunt twitter character I
possessed. So I tried being blunt in a funny way.
She placed her palm by her ear(sign that she is listening) and said
“Oya!”.
*Convo
Me: Ok, you knew I was gonna be your date and you wore this breast
packaging dress? Knowing fully well I might loose my senses of
sense? (I said with a “YOLO” face).
Faith: Like you lost it in my A$$ this evening right?
Me: (shocked and laughing) Damn! You a sense finder?
Faith: Nope! The mirror by the window detected a lost sense I guess.
Me: That’s sad, because I am yet to retrieve that sense. (The humour
exchanges were getting boring, so I opted out before it died).
Me: So, is my ticket to my first official big budget party ready to be
checked? Seems I got a VVVIP ticket.
Faith: Sure, but tickets can’t walk you know?
Me: Ayaaaay! This aint what I am thinking right? Make I carry you?
Faith: (laughing) No Dummy, take me to the ticket counter.
“In Just 20mins, I don turn my real twitter self? And this girl is
crushing on me? Chai! I must phuck(dis-virgin) before 2012 finish!!! I
must show Aunty Joyce!!, Esther must pay for making me tag myself a
Houseboy. Oga Abu must be paying me monthly salary”.
These were thoughts I had as I walked through the hefty HFP officials
paid to be bouncers for the night. Thanks to Asamoah and this Faith,
my self esteem is high. And am balling with rich kids. Won’t be
surprised if Jimoh Ibrahim, or Inegbeniki’s kids attended the party self. short homecoming outfits stores online
9pm.
Party was jamming, girls were everywhere and booze were pouring out
of the water dispenser like it was ummm.. Water I guess . Faith saw
one or two of her school mates there and was discussing with them,
and I was chilling with Tobby, the
supposed DJ right inside the mini bar in the sitting room. We were in
the same Technical crew in church, so standing beside him wasn’t
new to both of us.
“You dey bassz n Gasz?” Tobby shouted in my ears.
I looked at him and shouted back into his ear:
“No! What of you?”
(Bassz=Drinking, Gasz=Smoking).
He laughed and said
“EL- O- EL (LOL)”.
I wasn’t focused on what he was saying anyway, all I wanted to know
was the exact location of my Ticket. Not like I saw anyone smoking on
the dance floor.
I was letting my eyes wander about looking for faith when I saw a very
drunk Yvonne in a skimpy short gown that made me forget faith for an
instant.
“Hi Danladi”, she said as she punched me on my chest.
A strong alcoholic odour swayed in from her mouth as Tobby laughed
and said
“That’s what am talking about baby”.
Yvonne was Asamoah’s junior sister. More like a half sister (she was
gonna be 17 by January) as
Asamoah was his mom’s last born. Yvonne was born out of wedlock
but her mom was known as the second wife. Like Asamoah, she just
finished her whatever exam they said they write in Greensprings (I
hear say dem no dey write waec) and she was to travel to london for
the
continuation of her studies. Oh! She made me conclude Asamoah’s
Sisters were endowed at the
“BackYANSH”.
“Oh common! Don’t wait on the lady inviting you to the dancefloor
naurrie boy, she might not ask you know?” Yvonne whispered in my
ears with one hell of a seductive voice.
Omo! Na so Lagbaja begin dey
sing oh!! Come dey vex say he wan commot for mask.
“That altered my ego you know? Oya lead the way”.
I said in a much manner I believed to be a “drunk” me as I winked at
Tobby. She held my hand at the back, just above her A$$ as she led
me through the dance floor.
Something came over me that made me grabbed her super huge A$$
and the only thing I expected was a slap on my face. Didn’t really care
of what might happened though, all I thought was “That’s a super soft
A$$!!!!!!!”.
“Girls love rough boys” as I remembered what someone I didn’t care to
ask her name said few days ago. I didn’t believe her oh! But at this
moment, she had better be right oh!!!!!!
She(Yvonne) turned around as she felt me grab her butt while walking,
laughing in a “Boy, You bad” manner. She placed my hands on her A
$$(official invitation), rounded her arms around my neck and
whispered “Ask! I am your santa clause baby” with some heavy
breathing bathed with alcohol. She was a bit shorter than me, so as
she pressed against me, I could feel my lagbaja pressed against her
stomach.
Just as it was in the novels, I was lost in the moment. The
Loudspeakers weren’t as loud as my heartbeat, and the vibrations I felt
from the woofers weren’t as strong as Yvonne’s heartbeat. The
Dancefloor seemed empty as I didn’t notice anyone around.
“Kiss Me Baby” was all I heard. Anyone watched merlin? Do you
remember when the druids speaks
with Emrys through their minds? Its like whispers right? Woo! If you've
not watched it, go and buy it ASAP!!!!
I planted a soft kiss on her upper lips (Oh! She had a Christian
Millian’s kinda lips in “LOVE DON’T
COST A THING” movie. I think . ) as she raised her head up, then I felt
a warmth breath like that of relief. This made me hornier as I went
hardcore kissing on her focusing on her neck, ear lobes and her lower
lips while her hands ran through my back (like I noticed ). I was on a
neck routine when I whispered “Santa gives gifts where nobody sees
him you know?”
(Omo! All the novels I have been reading is working!!!!, readers na real
leaders I xuuuuuuuuweaaaaaaar!!!!!!!!!)
“Yeah Babe, why don’t we head to the northpole so you choose a gift
you never asked for?” She asked
with the same “Druid to Emrys” kind of whispers right into my ear
drum as she bit my big but cute
ears. . (Ok, my ears aren’t cute, but I like them like that )
She stopped kissing me and said “Ride with santa”.
At this moment, my hard-on was so strong that I couldn’t walk in the
cramped crowd, so I had to hold on to her waist this time as I buried
my lagbaja in her A$$. This thought made me crazey! Like
“This one pass Lisa Ann ohhhhhhhhh!”.
I followed (Rode) with her as she led me to a room that was
somewhere I didn’t even know, because all I was
thinking was “TODAY NA TODAY!!!”
We hardly locked the door to the room when she jumped on me(Thank
God I had stamina) with her
waist same level as mine and her short legs surrounding me. Kissing
me like no girl has ever done, I placed my hands on her A$$ to support
the new position as I kept on kissing her lower lips, I felt jealousy
between the lower and the upper, so I diverted my attention to the
upper, even kissed her eyes . I remember feeling her feets press
against
my kneels, prompting me to loose stamina as I headed down to the rug
with my kneels.
At this point, she was on the rug as I was on top of her kissing her like
my life depended on it. She didn’t really have huge bosoms, when I
think of her, Kapri Styles comes to mind (Heard that beensh did
some b.o.o.bs job tho). *Team “b” shape!!!!!!*.
At this moment, I needed a new move so as not to be like a learner so
I headed straight to the bottons.
She stopped me and said “You have to ask Santa for it baby”.
“Jeez! Drop the santa already!!!, am sure that poor man’s manly fatty
b.o.o.bs will be bigger than
yours” I said in my mind.
“I want my Kum all over your fat A$$ santa” I said in a mean tone. But
Oboy, the thing make her blush
oh!, this woman wey talk this thing deserves an award! See rough
mode activated.. Chai! I must find that woman!!!!!!!!!!
“You have been a naughty boy, be a good boy and make me kum
baby”..(Remember we were talking
like Emrys and The Druids oh!.).
KUM?? This small girl? She don gbo like this? How? Novice like me?
Only thing wey I don do girl na Finger oh..i swear!! I don fall my hands
today. I no go give
up, I must do my best, never say never ladi!!!!…
These were things I was thinking, now kissing her and caressing her
small b.o.o.bs which popped out
from the gown she was wearing. She was letting out a moan I found
sexy and at some moment, I lost consciousness again as I made it my
number one goal to satisfy this spoilt pikin of a Girl.
My pants(chinos) which were already sagged, now at my knees
( automated pulling trouser APT) and
as usual, I was wearing some tight briefs and a PerryCole boxers. But
upon that, lagbaja find he way come out for the sides. Y’all know what
am talking about nah.
*hehehe*
...
“What next?” I asked the devil in me..
Still in my environmental unconsciousness, I thought to myself its time
I explore her body aside
the lips which must be deadly red by now. There was no light in the
room but for light rays coming from the outside guard light, I raised my
head to look at her as I placed my hands on her b.o.o.bs.
Chai! She had the biggest nipp..les I have ever seen since I have
started touching. (LOL! She was the 2nd girl I touched sha *covers
face*).
Her eyes closed and mouth open, letting out some rhythmic moans
that sounded better than FUN’s
SOME NIGHTS song(Which was my favourite song I could think of that
moment. Her gown was already
up above her hips, she was wearing a black floral thong. Chai! I
wanted to turn that a$$ over to see it in a thong. An idea just came on
“suck on her
nipp..les and press your lagbaja against her cun..t”
and this was contrary to what I wanted.
She took off the gown and the tube(which explains why the b.o.obs
escaped like Michael Scofield.) And
I started using my lips on her neck, down to her centrefold(clea
va.ges), I didn’t pay attention to the bosoms as I travelled down the
navel, sucked on it and went to the hips side(where the ovary is) to
tease them with my mouth, this increased the
sound of the moans and I knew I was doing a good Job . I come dey
feel like James Bond!
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