The After Party | A Short Story
The music here is deafening. I can hardly hear anything. Notwithstanding, the crowd seem to be enjoying themselves. It’s my mum’s 50th birthday and my father has gone all out to lavish her with an extravagant birthday party. They invited everybody — friends, colleagues, church members, neighbours and even my friends. The party is happening in our palatial compound. We’ve moved our cars outside to give room for the large canopy. Everyone except me is having fun eating, drinking and partying. I’m working with the maid to ensure no one complains about not having anything to eat or drink at Mrs Yetunde Aladete’s golden jubilee celebration.
My mother is on the dance floor having the fun of her life with her guests. She deserves the best and I’m glad my father could go all the way to make her happy. I head to my friends’ table to ask if they need anything else but they shake their heads that they are fine for now. As I step back to go about my business, Tayo, my classmate screams that the gentleman on the table would prefer if I was on the menu. I smirk. The gentleman she is talking about is my bestie.
Everyone teases us that we look good together but we insist there’s nothing between us. However, the truth is, Deji is in love with me but I love him more as a friend. We still had that conversation the night before.
“You know I find you attractive, but you are always acting like you don’t want me or like me.” He mentioned in between our chat.
“C’mon, guy! I know I don’t say this a lot and I don’t act like it but I like you a lot. You are very handsome. You have a blend of cuteness and sophistication. You are a good man and you have everything a woman needs. But, I don’t want to lose a friend. Romance or friends with benefits ruin everything. I don’t want to lose you.” I responded.
“Aduke, I love your smile and how you look at me. I want to see beneath your beautiful”. He didn’t back down.
I sent him a blushing emoji. “Are you still coming to the party tomorrow?” I tried changing the subject.
“I’m coming.” His response was cold. I could sense the tone. Oh? There’s a way you sense someone’s tone when they are texting you. I knew this wasn’t a happy one. Before I could think of anything else to say, I received another message from him telling me goodnight.
I changed my mind. I decided to indulge him. He deserves it. This guy has been in love with me for over 6 months and has been on my case hoping I would come around. The truth is, I like him a lot but I don’t want to risk losing the friendship we have over a one night stand or a relationship that might probably crash in less than 3 months.
“Do you really want to? Or it’s one of those things you say to girls you want to sleep with?” I quoted his earlier message, expecting my question to take him unaware. I chuckled mischievously, anticipating his response.
“Really? You know how much I want you. You are one hell of a smart, beautiful and hot lady. What kind of man wouldn’t want you in his corner?” I blushed reading that. I like a man who knows what he wants. But, I knew there was more.
“I’m sure you are only saying this because you are single, horny and have always thought of fucking me.” I retorted. He called me immediately. Upon picking up, I asked him if he was that horny that he couldn’t type. He went on a quick Monologue:
“I’m single, horny and I want to fuck you. Those are facts. But that’s not all that it is. I want you to be with you. I want you to be my lover. I want you to be my woman. I want all of your…your heart, your soul and your body. That’s all I’ll say tonight. And I won’t even chase you anymore. I’ve been saying this for some months without any positive response from you. I’ll just stop trying. I’m a good guy and I want you. If you feel anything for me, let me know and let’s take it from there. Good night, Folakemi. See you tomorrow.” He hung up.
I sighed. I was speechless for some seconds. That was frank and direct. My mind wandered off to the moments we’ve shared since we met. My best recent memories have been with Deji. It’s funny how a guy with intentions to date you suddenly becomes your best friend within a few months. I started thinking about all the possibilities. Maybe, he’s not that bad after all. Maybe, I should let him off the friend zone. I dozed off thinking about what could be.
“Don’t mind Tayo. She is just teasing you”. Deji’s hushed voice brought me back to life. I wink at him. He blushes; signals that I should come closer. He whispers into my ear. “You are beautiful, even without make-up and dressed as a house girl.” I playfully slap him, his words ringing in my head as I walk back into the house to continue my chore.
I tell my mother’s maid to take up the mantle. Everyone has been served. All that’s left is dessert. She can handle that. I have to join the party and be merry like the others. I go to my room, pull off my clothes and tie my towel around my waist. I’m about to step into the bathroom when I hear a knock. Who could it be?
“Who is it?” I questioned.
“It’s Deji. Can I use your toilet please, I’m purging.”
I unlock the door. He freezes, spellbound at the almost naked creature before him. He gasps.
“Gosh! You are beautiful.” He shyly mutters.
He quickly recovers from the shock when I point him to the toilet.
“Oh! Yes. Thank you. Thank you.” He rushes to pour out his intestine.
Only God knows what he ate before coming to the party. I hear him empty his bowels into the bowl. I smile. He should thank his stars I’m in my room. He would probably have made a mess of himself.
We live in a four-bedroom bungalow. My parent’s room and my father’s study are on the left while I share the right side with the guest room. Before the guests arrived, I had locked my parent’s room, the guest room and mine. I only left out the guest toilet which is at a corner of the sitting room. Unfortunately for Deji, someone had messed up the guest toilet as I anticipated. That forced him to start searching the apartment for any other available space to do his business.
I scroll through Instablog Naija reading about a wife who assaulted her husband’s side chic at Ikeja City Mall. What a shame! Why didn’t she drag the husband? Shame on patriarchy.
Deji steps out of the toilet, relieved. “I promise never to eat beans at 1:00 am ever again. I think that’s what upset my stomach.” He laments.
I just smile. I stand to go to the bathroom while he heads for the door. My towel falls. Oh my God. He spins his head right at that moment, seeing me fully unclad. There was a moment’s pause. I felt his body shake. I could see the lust in his eyes. He scuttles towards me, picks up the towel and is about to put it back on me when I stop him. I throw the towel back on the bed.
“Is this what you want?” I tease seductively. Flashing a sexy smile and my cute dimples. “Yes, right now! This is what I want!” He whispers.
I signal that he should lock the door. He does that in a flash.
He pulls me close to him. Looks intensely into my eyes and is about to say something. I interrupt him. “Less talk, please.” He gets the message and wraps his arms around my body. He plays with my hair. He strokes it. His fingers tracing my neck. He kisses me on the cheeks. Kisses me on my forehead. Then my lips. We kiss passionately. He pushes me to the bed and continues to kiss me. He softly whispers into my ears. Telling me how much he has always dreamt of this moment. He talks dirty to me, tells me the dirty things he wants to do to me. I’m loving it. He kisses me again. Passionately. Kisses the back of my neck. Soft bites. His tongue touring my ear. Kisses the side of my neck. He squeezes my breasts and talks dirty. He sucks my boobs. I love this. I moan. He turns me over, rubs my booty. He spanks my ass. It’s gentle at first. He squeezes my butt. Rubs! Squeezes! Spanks softly! Spanks harder! Oh, fuck!
He slowly kisses my neck, especially the back. A little kiss by my neck and shoulders. It kicks starts everything in me. As this is happening, I slowly pull him to me. I want to give myself to him. I pull him close, hastily remove his clothes and whisper how much I want him inside me. Slowly, I start to grind on him and touch him, from his head to his neck, to his nipples. I bite his earlobes softly. I put my tongue on his nipples, lick them gently and suck on them like a little baby. I suck them. My tongue keeps going in circles until I hear him moan. I like the way he moans.
I let his nipples rest for a while because I want to pay attention to other parts of this King’s body. I kiss him all over. He deserves it. He has the perfect sculpture like an ancient Greek god. This god deserves to be worshipped and I know the perfect way to do just that.
My tongue plays around his body. I lick him from his abs and navel. All I want to do right now is to worship him with my warm mouth in his dick. I look up, smile at him as he gasps. I tell him I have a little secret. I have no gag reflex, so he is in for a ride. I can have him all the way down. I won’t rush it. I want to lick him all the way. I use the top side of my tongue to lick the top part of his dick. His dick slides in and out of my mouth straight to my throat. I can feel his body on fire. My hands and mouth partner to give him the experience of a lifetime. First, slowly, then I increase the pace. I grab his balls, my tongue rolling all around them and licking them. Both of them in my mouth, sucking them hard. I suck hard and fast, with just the tip in my mouth.
I’m wet and dripping. All I want is him inside me right now, fucking me hard and I don’t want him to spare me. I want him from behind badly, but not yet. I still want to pay attention to his body. My hand continues doing the job, going up and down on his dick, while I give the balls a final suck and move slowly to his thighs. I touch his thighs gently. He begins to shudder. He wants to fuck me but I’m still not ready. I move to the next thigh and kiss his inner thighs for the fun of it. I ask him if he is foot fetish but he is not sure. He doesn’t mind trying. I know his feet are clean so, I’m not worried. From his knees to his calves, I adorn them with kisses. I gently massage his foot. Very softly. The tip of my tongue traces the under of his foot. I desperately suck his toes like there’s honey on it.
I go back to his nipples. I miss them already. I suck them. My tongue going up and down on them while I gently rub his butt. How could I forget his butt? That baby needs my attention. I feel the softness of his butt while I bite his earlobes and lick it slowly. I grab his butt for a bit and move him closer to me so my body can feel his. Our nipples kiss each other. I gently take his hands to my waist; running back to his dick just to lubricate it with my mouth. I climb on top him. I desperately want to ride this baby. Gosh! His dick inside me is so blissful. With his dick inside my pussy, I whine my waist gently on him clockwise to spell a C. Moving to the rhythm of his heartbeat, I go up and down; increasing the pace. I’m ready to fuck him for life. Arrrgh. My body is quivering. I ride him faster; my hands pinching his nipples. I whine my waist faster, going up intentionally, and going up fast, repeating the action over and over. Moving faster. My entire body is vibrating. My body vibration won’t stop. I keep riding up and down faster. I think I’m about to come…And there goes a knock at the door. My father’s voice echoes into my room.
“Aduke, we need you for the family picture.” “I’d be right there papi.” I respond, panting and riding until I felt it cum.
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Written by Olabode Emmanuel and Omobolade Oladepo
