By Emdee David
Sex is good for your health...
My life took a new turn after Thelma surprisingly made the money available for me. Wow! Dividends of hot sex, if I may say so. She really surprised me. I didn’t even ask how she got it, because I knew. Her ATM in the Lekki always vomited her requests, including the house she – no, we – live in.
He had been carried away by Thelma’s fellatio (blow job) performed on him, which he said he had never experienced before. Consequently, he rented a house for her. Now she asked for a car, and he gave her the money, which she gracefully gave to me. And truly, I bought a car with it. Now I cruise the whole Lagos streets with it, most times with other girls. Girls love cars, Jeez. I had to make a timetable for them, without denying Thelma the night’s attention she cherished so much. I would do all to please and satisfy her until I get more.
One of those nights, we sat on the bed having wine. We were so happy together – of course, it was the wine in the bottle. But for Thelma, I was her wine; she said I intoxicated her, and she so much believed all my life and attention were focused on her, and her alone. In times like this, the only thing on her mind is how to consolidate our relationship, which, in any grown-up girl’s term, is called Marriage.
Marriage – the word guys dread so much when they are not ready. Thelma was ready.
She said her heart beat for me, and she hoped mine beat for her too. Oh, God, I’m trapped. Would my heart ever beat for her? I didn’t know. But one thing I was sure about was that my heart lusted for her. Men understand the difference, but most women don’t. Once you give them attention and good sex, they will be head over heels. They would do anything for you, and I mean it, anything.
“Mummy asked of you,” Thelma said, rubbing her hand on my head. I knew it was not about my welfare. “She said How are you?”
“Hmmm.” I groaned and went silent.
“So?”
“I hope you told her I am fine?”
“Yes, and she said how far?”
How far? 3kilometers! Thelma was full of smiles as she caressed my neck, her nails tickling me. Thank goodness they were no knives. I was silent, in deep thought, and the wine was taking effect on me. Thelma’s eyes were red, wet and expectant.
How far… of course I knew what it meant, not the English meaning – the nuptial. Was it time to leave Thelma? No, not just after she had given me over two million Naira, which afforded me a clean car. She would think that was what I was looking for all along. I had to play along, buy more time, and maybe gain more… for now…
“Give me a little more time, baby,” I said, with a loving and seductive smile.
“That’s what you keep saying, honey, don’t you love me enough?”
“That’s what you keep asking. Don’t you believe I love you enough?” I sipped more from my wine and poured the remaining on her chest, in anger.
“What?” she screamed. “What nonsense.” Then I got up. She expected me to leave.
“Me, nonsense?” I asked, my face tense.
“OK, wait for me, and you will see more nonsense.” She started crying, her face down and staring at her wet cleavage. I dragged my feet on the floor as I turned away. I moved only two steps and then turned back immediately, homing in on her like a cop. I pushed her to the bed and began to lick the wine from the hollow between her breasts. It took only a minute for her to understand what was going on.
“You see the nonsense?” I muffled the words on her chest. She was giggling and saying, “Stop, stop, stop.”
“Stop?” I shouted again and stopped abruptly. She raised her head and stared at me. What’s wrong with this guy?
“Please, don’t stop. Do it,” her voice was pleading.
“What nonsense,” I joked, and we both laughed, then I licked off all the wine and moved to suck her breasts, massaging them tenderly. She started breathing hard, hot air escaping from her mouth and nostrils.
“I love you, Marcus.” She said with so much excitement.
“I love you too…”
I poured more wine on her chest and her navel. She felt chilled as she watched me in surprise. I began to lick it off again, massaging her tummy as well.
“I am taking you out today”, I offered.
“Really? Wow! Where? When?” She was so excited. I sure know how to treat a woman. My type is rare in this country.
“I have never met a man like you before.” She said softly. And you may never meet my type in your entire life again. Was this a prayer? A wish? A curse? “Since you moved in here”, she continued. “I have felt healthier, happier, and….”
“Hotter”, I added. I had read and shared with her a medical journal which said frequent sex can boost your immune system, reduce stress, lower your cholesterol, and reduce the risk of high blood pressure, among other benefits. At least three times a week, the sexologist advised. Thelma and I have doubled that number most weeks, and I have had a lot of extras from other girls. Was that how I became lecherous? And for Thelma? It must be in the blood.
“Now, go dress up,” I ordered, and she jumped up, heading to the bathroom. I met her at the door, grabbed her from the back. She giggled. I chuckled. Then I took my hands around her and inserted my finger into her sex organ; her clitoris was my target. She was so wet. You won’t wash this off, baby. Bath me in it. I rubbed it very well until she began to bend as a sign of “here I am, come in”. I went in through the back; her hand was placed on her thighs. I held her buttocks and pulled her closer. She gasped as I kept pumping into her pussy.
“Oh, baby, you are so sweet… harder, harder…” she was saying. I went harder and sweeter. Wine and winding… two things that made the position more heavenly and electrifying. Thelma knew how to wind her waist so well. And I made sure I remained erect long enough for her to keep enjoying the exercise. I am sure that’s one of the reasons they said sex was a form of exercise, and it burns cholesterol… Fat girls should have sex twice a day, I thought. Funnily… some would die before the fat burns.
Thirty minutes later, we were driving out of the gate. While I thought about where to take Thelma for a relaxing, romantic time, Thelma was singing D’banj’s “You don make me fall in love”. And while my hand put the gear on “D” (Drive), Thelma’s hand put my “D” (Dick) on the gear too. Oh my God, she wants more.
“So where are we going to?” she asked.
“Don’t you like surprises? Why do you want to know? Just wait and see.”
I drove down the street to the next street, made a U-turn, and we were back on our street again.
“Aren’t you taking me somewhere again?”
…We suppose marry cos you don make me fall in love o… Dbanj was saying through Thelma.
I didn’t answer, and by the time I packed the car and started kissing her, she didn’t need to ask further questions. She only zipped me down and slid down the seat. I slid mine too and couldn’t remember how we both tumbled to the backseat.
“Let’s go inside, please.” She pleaded, her voice shaky. Go in? Inside the house or inside you?
“I am coming in, baby.” I turned her, and she faced down. The pants under her short skirt were G-strings and didn’t need to be removed. I swerved it to the side and made my way in. She raised her buttocks for me to go in deeper. She enjoyed it like nothing else. Screaming, I covered her mouth, and she nibbled my fingers. It wasn’t painful. The car was a bit tight, but it was sufficient. With the right mood, even a coffin would do to have sex with Thelma.
“I am coming, baby”, she said and started shouting my name. The car was humming, and the windows were wound up; No one could hear her, well, I hope so, if not, I didn’t care.
I ejaculated as she was climaxing. We held ourselves for a few minutes, went in to wash up, rested a while and then I drove her to a Lebanese Casino.
“You like surprises, right?” I asked. But she only laughed and held me tight. I dey run?
