Chapter 5 EPISODE 5

Back at Ethan's place, I made sure that everything was perfect. I arranged the pillows properly and lay down to wait for Nora. I waited for some time but she didn't arrive. Darkness was setting in and soon Ethan would want to go back to his house. I was starting to get angry. She had stood me up. Anyway, I was now convinced that she wouldn't come. I picked my bundle of condoms and stuffed it in my pockets and decided to go home. No sooner had I stuffed them than I heard a knock at the door. I froze. Could she have made it? I peeped through a small opening on the door and it was her alright.

Things were about to get real.

She looked ravishing. She had this micro-miniskirt on her that allowed me to feast on her perfect thighs with my eyes. She was also wearing one of those bràs that push the boobs up. Quickly, I opened the door and pulled her inside. My Abdallah, (that's how I call my dick and yeah, I named it) was throbbing with anticipation. I saw Nora look at the magnificent bulge in my trousers and smile. The lust in my eyes could not be hidden. I was literally drooling and my fingers were aching to get a taste of the action. I grabbed her with some restraint and pushed her on the bed. She didn't object. In my haste, I didn't remove her skirt. Instead, I pushed it up to her waist. There was no foreplay but still she was wet. She did not protest even when my Abdallah struck home. The was no warm up too. I "hit the ground running". She too wasn't interested in niceness too. It was like she enjoyed the roughness. I took that opportunity to batter her cherry to a pulp. We pulled the mattress off the bed and set it on the floor for a better session. I hit it while standing, from behind, from the front, on top of her, under her and some other indescribable positions. By the time I was done she had no strength left. I was also exhausted beyond my limits. When she finally mustered enough energy to go home, she went home a satisfied person.

The following morning, I woke up feeling a giant hangover. My waist and stomach muscles hurt like hell. I staggered out of my house like a robot. Maybe some hot tea would cheer me up. I shouldn't have opened the door. Immediately I did, Tracy's mom saw me. I guess she was going back to work. She had these heavy suitcases with her. I've never understood why ladies carry so many things while going on a short trip.

"Ah, if it isn't my electrician. Will you come and help me here? The girls are still in bed. I don't know what is wrong with Nora especially. She's still asleep since yesterday."

"My name is Jonny and yes I will help."

I stumbled over to her like a zombie and took one heavy suitcase from her and threw it over my shoulder in a show of strength. She saw my antics to impress her and smiled. She probably had seen this a million times but who was I not to try? She followed me behind as I carried the suitcases outside the gate.

"Well ain't you a strong fellow." she chuckled when I put them down.

"Yeah, I like to work out." I loved compliments. Especially from beautiful women.

"I've been meaning to ask you something. I don't think the twins are okay and I would like you to keep checking on them for me. Will you?"

I couldn't say no. Besides, I would get to be with them in the pretext of checking in on them. She made me give her my number so that we could communicate easily. It was awkward but intriguing at the same time. I had now killed two birds with one stone. My hangover seemed to have evaporated due to her presence. Even as I waved goodbye as the motorcycle carrying her sped off, I could tell I would miss seeing her around. At least until the next weekend, I'd be contenting myself with her angels.

After Linda had gone, (yes we were on a first name basis) I went over to my mom's. I felt bad. Since I came I had been focused on screwing the twins that I had no time for her. She was making some pancakes when I went in. She was a superb cook. It's like she had a talent for cooking. Anything she touched tasted magical.

"Morning mom" I greeted her as I sat on the couch and switched on the TV.

"What are you wearing in my house?" she shrieked, waving a ladder at me.

I looked at myself. I was wearing an oversized basketball vest and flowery beach shorts. I didn't see anything wrong with my dressing.

"Mom, this is a beach short." I tried to explain. I might as well have just disturbed the hornet nest.

"Go back and change. Who are you showing your thighs? Since when did men begin walking around naked? You better go change before get a hold of you. This is a respectable house!"

My goodness. My mom could be a mental case sometimes. She was African after all. African mom's are known for their no-nonsense attitude. All the while, my sister was laughing herself off until she turned red from breathlessness. I wanted to pinch her but my mom made it perfectly clear that she would disown, kick me out and curse me. Anyway, I could wait. My sister's time would come. I didn't know why my mom was so aggressive this morning. Maybe she had seen me and Tracy's mom. Anyway I went back and changed into tight jeans trousers and a t-shirt.