I Still Dont`t Feel Better.... 2

Thomas was a little nervous. He’d waited

three whole months to be with her. In

their time apart, he’d grown attached to

her, wanting to know how she was,

what she was doing and how her twins

fared. Every photo she used on her

WhatsApp was saved and transferred to

his other phone… The one his wife never

touched. And he had over 20 photos of

her and her twins. She fascinated him

immensely. Everything about her made

him happy. They had spoken several

times and after every call, a sheepish grin

left a mark on his face. He suspected that

he might be in love with her but the

logical part of him argued that it was not

LOVE, it was LUST. He knew she felt the

same way about him. She was very open

about her feelings. When they had

become friends, she had told him

outright that she was attracted to him. He

couldn’t tell if she meant it or was just

teasing. She teased alot. It was one of the

things that endeared him to her. They

had remained friends; always talking

about family, mutual friends, their

spouses and their kids. He had a son…

Barely a few months old. She had twin-

toddlers; beautiful little cherubs that he’d

fallen in love with when they’d first

become friends.

It had only taken them a week of

constant chatting, calls and emails to

realize that they had an attraction that

couldn’t be ignored. By the second week,

he wanted them to meet but she

hesitated. She’d never cheated on her

husband before… She’d had several

temptations but they’d never been strong

enough to make her want to stray from

her vows. Outside that, she didn’t trust

him. He seemed like the kind of guy that

would warm his way into the heart of

any woman he wanted, fucked them and

left them in the cold street-corner called

FRIENDZONE. She’d watched him closely

for a while. He was friendly with some

married women whom she knew had

fire-crotch. Though she liked him alot,

she was also careful around him. She

didn’t want her name in his black-book.

She didn’t want to be one for the count.

So, she told him to wait… for a few

months.. not because she had any moral

reason but simply because she hoped

that the insane lust she felt for him would

wane as the days flew by.

The lust did not wane, sadly. It grew into

a steady flame, burning brightly between

them, drawing them closer and

enveloping them in its warmth. He was

her waking thought. She was his

constant dream. They both couldn’t deny

it, the feelings they shared had morphed

into something stronger and deeper.

They spoke daily, laughing and sharing

jokes. He told her about his family and

she told him about hers. In the actual

sense, they were both happily married.

He loved his wife and couldn’t think of

marrying any other.

She loved her husband and couldn’t bare

to lose him.

His relationship with his wife was

awesome.

Her relationship with her husband was

envious.

He enjoyed fucking his wife and did so

on the regular.

She could barely keep her husband off

her at night.

To the outside world, they had it all. They

were happy in their respective marriages

but they wanted more… They wanted

each other. No topic was taboo for them.

They talked about everything. The days

they didn’t communicate, they missed

each other sorely and when they

eventually did connect, their joy couldn’t

be rivaled. They had tried to act like

rational adults… They had tried to define

their situation…

“What are we doing?”

“How did we get to this point?”

“How did things become so deep?”

“Why do I want to fuck you so bad?”

Two months zoomed by and their need

grew even fiercer. They exchanged

favorite movie titles, watched it in their

homes and chatted about it. They

exchanged songs, photos and crazy

online videos. They had a bond… an

invisible tie that bound them together.

One evening, they were chatting as usual

and he asked “What are you wearing?”

She giggled and told him she was

wearing an old faded boubou.

“What’s underneath the boubou” he

pressed.

“Nothing. No bra, no panties… Nothing.”

He said nothing after that and she

thought he had dropped. Then she heard

him breathe.

“Precious, I swear, I will give anything to see

you right now. Scratch that, I will give

anything to be in a room with you right

now. I don’t think I can hold it back for

much longer.” His voice sounded

labored… breathless. She was silent for a

brief moment.

“My husband is back. Let’s talk

tomorrow” she said and cut the call

without waiting for his response.

Her husband was indeed back but she

could hear him having a conversation

with their neighbor and from what they

were discussing, he didn’t seem like he

was coming up soon. She had to rush

Thomas off the phone because he had

excited her sexually with his declaration.

Her clit was still throbbing as she

replayed his voice in her head, over and

over again. That night, she made up her

mind to fuck him. She was convinced that

if they fucked, the lust would die off

naturally.

When they spoke the next day, she told

him her thoughts. She sounded practical,

almost passionless about it. She

convinced him that sex was the only way

out of the madness they felt and seeing

as the long wait wasn’t working its

desired magic, they might as well fuck

and get it over with. He mentally sang the

“HALLELUYAH” chorus and they got right

down to planning it.

They chose a Friday. Precious’s husband

usually closed a little late and almost

always had a few beers with his

colleagues before returning home. Also,

her nieces came straight to her house for

the weekend after school. Thomas

promised to get off work early enough

on the chosen Friday so he could make

the necessary arrangements. She

furnished him with her itinerary for the

day. It involved dropping the twins off at

crèche, picking them up at 1pm and

waiting for her nieces to arrive from

school at 3pm. Their planned meeting

was at 4pm.

The night before their meeting, both

were nervous. Precious thought of all the

negative scenarios her mind could cook

up and ended up a nervous wreck.

Thomas’s thoughts, on the other hand,

kept yoyoing from excitement to fear in

bipolar delight.

Friday morning, her husband left the

house late. Precious almost had a nervous

breakdown. Her paranoia had resumed

early and was working overtime. All sorts

of thoughts crossed her mind. She

wondered if her husband suspected she

was going to be with another man that

day. She watched him closely as he

lounged about, taking his merry time to

eat, dress up before finally leaving for

work. Thomas  had WhatsApped her

severally but she had been too nervous to

respond. With her husband finally out of

the house, she dialed his number, and

told him she would see him in a few

hours. She hurried through the motions

of shaving her armpit, pubes and ass-

crack clean; mentally discarding outfits

and finally downing half a glass of brandy

just to steady her rioting nerves.

Time seemed to crawl and by noon, her

head throbbed so badly, she had to lie

down for a little shut-eye.

At 1p.m., she went to the crèche to get

the twins; bathe and fed them, then sat

with them in the living room. She could

easily have left them at the mercy of her

maid and go about, preparing for her

date, but she didn’t. She sat with the kids,

trying hard to talk herself out of the

plan… fighting the guilt that was fast

consuming her.

At 2:30p.m., she had showered and was

dressing up. She took time to dress as

simply as possible. She wanted her maid

to think she was merely going to run

some errands. She wanted to look sexy

but casual all at once. She didn’t want to

be too early and she didn’t want to be

too late. She wanted to be simple but

lovely for her first romp with a man who

wasn’t her husband. She kept her fingers

crossed and hoped for fireworks.

All morning, Thomas could barely

concentrate at work. He was excited and

scared. He’d expected Precious to call and

cancel and had been mildly shocked she

didn’t. He had sensed her fear when

she’d called him earlier. He didn’t like that

she was scared but he wanted to be with

her so much, he didn’t call off their

meeting. The last three months had been

nothing short of torture. Precious was firmly

entrenched in his marrow. He thought of

her constantly, yearned to hear her laugh,

longed to tease her and most of all, fuck

her. In the three months, his sexual

thoughts had gone through different

stages. In the beginning, he had planned

to fuck her so hard, her ovaries would

disengage. By the second month, the

violent sexual thoughts he’d plotted had

softened to ‘sexpertise’: A situation

where he planned to show-off his sexual

skills and wow her till kingdom come.

Now, all he wanted to do was make love

to her… nice and slow, taking his time to

explore every inch of her… building

memories that would last him for a very

long time. To make the moment even

more memorable, he bought flavored

condoms. He had plans for Precious. Very

sexually explicit plans. And he couldn’t

wait to put them into action.

By 3p.m. he left his office after laying

down a perfectly good excuse. The

previous day, he had driven to Ikeja to

scout for a nice but affordable hotel. They

both lived on the island but thought it

better to take their “couplation” as far

away from there as possible. He got to

the hotel, paid for it, got a room and sat

down to wait.

Precious received his WhatsApp message just

as her nieces arrived noisily. It was

perfect timing for her. As they fawned

over the twins, giggling and talking all at

once – the way excited teenagers do –

Precious  chose that moment to announce

that she was dashing down the road to

get something and made a beeline out of

the house, without giving the maid

instructions or kissing the twins

goodbye. Her heart raced as she drove

away from the compound. She was

tempted to turn back twice and at a

point, she had to stop at a fuel station to

calm her nerves. She checked her make-

up and surprisingly, it was still in perfect

condition… No panic sweats or eyeliner

smudges. She counted to hundred slowly,

taking deep breaths and exhaling noisily

like a woman having contractions. Pulling

herself together, she drove out of the fuel

station, turned on the car CD Player and

sang along to “Warn Yourself” by

Omawumi. The hotel wasn’t hard to find.

Thomas had given her a good description

of the place. She parked her car deep inside the car park,

at the last spot and decided to just take a few minutes

and sit in the car just to think about what was about to

 happen. Her heart was racing so she took off her seat belt and

 sat relaxed and shut her eyes for a while. 5 minutes later,

She heaved a long sigh and got out.

In a few minutes from now, ‘The Wait’

would officially come to an end..................

           To be continued.................©