Forgive Me Mary! 12

 

 

 

The day seems to drag on forever, I’m so anxious and I can hear my own heart beat. I make sure I hurry up with every chore and errand my mother sends me. I can’t wait for the clock to strike 5pm so that I can turn on the radio and tune to my favorite station. Today is the day a man I have been obsessed with for many years will be interviewed. I just can’t wait. My mother seems to find new errands to send me on every minute. Its as if she knows what I am up to, but I can swear she has no idea.

 “Glo, are you still sitting by that radio? What is wrong with you? Come and help me out in the kitchen.”

My mother calls from the kitchen. How do I leave the radio when today is the day they will be interviewing my favorite artist on the radio and I cannot miss it for anything. Uti is one of the best music artists in the country. I have had a huge crush on Uti for years. I have even masturbated to his pictures many rainy nights. I made sure I dated men who looked almost like him as it is impossible to find anyone with his exact looks, but a dark skinned man with long dreadlocks will do. My ex boyfriend was a look alike, although like they say, if it is not panadol, it can never be like panadol and we broke up due to the fact that I have mistakenly called him Uti severally during love making. My friends tease me over my obsession with Uti, but I don’t care. I will do anything to have his arms wrapped around me. I don’t care what anybody says, but he is the best musician on the planet, well after Micheal Jackson of-course. As a matter of fact, I have all his albums and I know all the lyrics to his songs, word for word.  I just can’t help myself. There is a large photo of him on my ceiling,  that way, I can stare at his naked chest while I fuck myself till I fall asleep.

My mother has scolded me severally about his pictures which she described as ‘immoral’. But what does she know? Ever since my father died when I was a little over 10years old, she has stopped living her life. All I hear is church, church, church. But that is her life, she should leave mine alone. I wish she had lived a bit more, mingled a bit more and even gotten laid more often so it will help keep her from being bitter all the time. I wish she had friends so she can stop wanting to have me around her all the time or even remarried so she can have more kids and lessen her attention and focus on me. Her eyes are on me all the time, even my dressing is under scrutiny.

Finally, it’s 5PM. Uti is on the radio, the presenter Dan welcomes him and they talk about how Uti will be performing in a show scheduled to hold this weekend. After what feels like endless chats, jokes and several plays of Uti’s tracks, Uti announces that he has one free VIP ticket to give to the person that will call in and sing one of the songs from his latest albums. The song is titled ‘BE MINE’. Are they joking? That song is barely a week old, how do they expect anyone to know the lyrics to that song. But guess what? I know it. Yes, I know what you are thinking, and I don’t care! I am obsessed with this dude and I have stalked him, I have news paper clippings of him, I have an album of his pictures. What can I say? I love Uti. I tried calling in but the line is busy, what the hell? I bet so many people are also trying to call at the same time. Some people call in and they mess up the song, they don’t know it, which makes me ask, why bother? I hiss after they goof. Dan announces that he has time to pick just one more call and luckily, my call gets picked.

“Uti, I Looooooooveeeeee you.” I scream into the phone so loudly I could hear myself on the radio.

“Hahahahaha I love you too baby girl.” Uti responds, laughing..

“Please turn down the volume of your radio.” Dan cautions.

I don’t bother turning down the volume of the radio, I turn off the radio completely. What do I need the radio for? I have Uti on the line, to hell with the radio.

“What’s your name and where are you calling from?” Dan asks.

“My name is Gloria and I am calling from Sahara Estates.” I reply.

“Nice, can I call you Glo?” Uti asks.

“Sure, my loved ones call me Glo. I am so happy to speak to you Uti. I am your number 1 Fan and…..”

Before I can even finish the sentence, Dan interrupts me. “Gloria, we are running out of time, you already know what the deal is, so go ahead, do your thing, prove to us you are his biggest fan” that was Dan’s cue for me to sing. What’s the rush? He’s just an achy belly.

With all my heart, I sing, word for word with my beautiful voice to Uti and Dan’s amazement.

“Amazing” Uti exclaims while Dan claps.

“You win, you win, you win.” and excited Dan screams. “How is that even possible?”

“You know what? You won’t only get the ticket, but I will like to meet you one on one. Your voice is amazing. Jeeeez! Unbelievable! Glo, I have to see you.” Uti announces.

“Please call your number for me Gloria, we will call you and get your address to send the ticket to you. Congratulations Gloria and do have a great evening. Congratulations once again.” Dan says and before I can even have a chance to thank them, the son of a bitch drops the call.

But what do I care? My dream has finally come through, I will be breathing the same air as Uti soon. My heart can’t contend my joy as I begin dancing in the living room. Not quiet long my phone starts ringing, my friends are calling in. They are all excited for me. Which means they were also listening to the show. I can even sense the jealousy in some of them. But all I care about is seeing Uti and maybe I will summon courage to tell him what I have felt for him all these years.

The radio station calls me days later, got my address and my ticket was sent to me. I’ve never been this excited about anything in my life. I just can’t wait to meet Uti face to face.

Finally, the day is here. I pick a very beautiful halter neck top my Aunt had given me, even though my mother had instructed me to throw it away but I hid it in the deepest part of my box. I put on a matching skirt, not too long and not too short. Just enough to show off my long, thick and fleshy legs. I don’t mean to blow my own trumpet but at 22years I stand very sexy than all my friends and I cause stir wherever we wen. Even though my mother tried to hide my figure in all the bogus cloths she makes me wear, my figure is always still very visible.

 In order to trick my mother tonight, I put on a long flare skirt over the short one I am wearing and I put on a boyfriend jacket over the halter neck top. There is no way my mother will let me out of the house dressed in that skirt and top. Now that I am ready, the only thing is what to tell my mother. She does not like me staying out of the house at night. My curfew is 7 to 8pm and with a very good reason roped in religion, I can do 9pm.

But the show is all night. ‎If there is one thing that melts my mother’s heart, it is the sight of a bible and someone reading it. I pick up the bible and go to my mother’s room, she is a deep sleeper so I am just going to take adantage of that. I knock on the door softly and when she asks me to come in, I walk in slowly and tell her that I have to go for some prayers with my friends. I tell her it’s a school thing. She’s all sleepy and tired and she asks me to go on and not stay up too late. She then asks for the address so that she can come and pick me up later. But I tell her that my friends will drop me off.

I feel bad about lying to my mother but what other choice did I have? I will rather go to hell than miss the opportunity to see Uti face to face. As soon as I step out of the house, I remove the long skirt and jacket and wrap the bible in it, then I hide it somewhere in the compound so that when I come back in the early hours of the morning, I can put it back on.

The Uber cab I booked is right on time, I grin in happiness as the cab drives out of my estate and into the express road. In about 45minutes, I am here at the five star hotel where the show is holding.

The crowd is so lit and I walk in majestically as the special guest of Uti. Right there in the VIP row, I can see everything. The show starts on time and I enjoy every bit of it until it was Uti’s turn to perform. I can’t believe it, I see him. I see him Live! He is like a god, he looks better in person, his dreadlocks is well packed in a pony tail, his ripped Jean reveals some dark skinned flesh, his tshirt hugs his body tightly, practically revealing his abs. So amazing! The crowd goes wild especially the girls, they are all on their feet cheering him on.

I watch him with excitement along side all the women at the venue. We all sing and dance in glee. At some point, I get jealous when one of his female dancer grinds her butt up against him. I wish I am the one up with him on that stage, grinding my ass up on his crotch like that.

A couple of minutes later and Uti was done performing. I wish he could continue to sing and wine his waist. After Uti leaves the stage, a comedian takes over. I am not really interested in the comedy, I came for Uti N and nobody else, not even the other music artist performing. Uti still has one more performance and the worst is about to happen. What is that worst? I am feeling sleepy. It’s 1AM and I am feeling so sleepy, could there have been alcohol in that wine? I specifically asked for a nonalcoholic wine? Damn! There is no way I am falling asleep now, not when I still have to see Uti perform one last time. What do I do? How do I shake off the sleep? Fine! I will go for a walk in the hotel’s park. I will shake off the sleep and return in time to watch Uti perform, I only hope I don’t miss it.

I walk out of the event center and make my way to the park. It’s quite dark here, for some reason, they only put a few colored bulbs at the entrance of the park. But it’s easy to see through the picnic tables and benches. The place is quiet, I’m guessing no one wants to be outside when there’s a great show going on inside. But wait, I hear some moans coming from another dark corner of the park, what a turn on. I take a seat on one of the benches and strain my ears to hear the lovers fucking in the park. It’s quite difficult to see them as every table is surrounded by lots of flowers. Hot darn! All I wanted to do was to come out for some fresh air and now all I’m getting is some people fucking and now I can’t get my mind off sex.

How for fucks sake did I get myself here? The girl screams loud when she hits orgasm and I get scared that she could be heard from main building. In a few seconds, they were all done and gone. The sex may have finished but I can’t get my mind off it. I wish I was the girl that just got fucked, how I envy her. Another thing that catches my attention is the aroma of marijuana. I’ve always loved it, even though I’ve never smoked skunk before, something about the aroma turns me on. I try to figure where the aroma is coming from but it’s quite difficult. I close my eyes and inhale the scent as much as I can.

Unconsciously, I lift my skirt a bit, push my pant to the side and slip my fingers in and begin rubbing my pussy. The next thing that comes to mind is Uti, his broad shoulders, his six packs and sexy abs. Yes, I have plenty of his pictures in my phone, so I lift my phone up and scroll till I find one of Uti’s professional sexy shot. I dim the phone brightness so I won’t be too visible incase there was someone else around. “Ohhhhhh, mmmmmmm” I let out a soft moan. At the way I am going, I hope I don’t miss Uti’s last performance. “Ohhhh Uti, yes, fuck my dripping pussy.” I moan slowly. I am completely lost in the euphoria of my sweetness. The aroma of the skunk grows stronger and stronger as if the smoker is very close to me but what do I care? Sweet scent and sweet cunt. I feel some foot steps in the grasses but I am too caught up in the moment to care.

“I couldn’t help noticing that you seem to be having trouble holding on to your phone and masturbating at the same time. Perhaps I could lend a hand?”

 

In shock, I blush and pull my hand away from my pussy. I feel so embarrassed as I try to rearrange myself. I shift my panties to cover my pussy and I straighten my skirt. I quickly get off the wooden bench and wonder how many other people have been watching me rub my pussy under the bright stars. Obviously, this guy is where the skunk aroma was coming from. Finally, the answer to that question

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know someone was here. I only came here to relax.” I apologize, I can’t see his face clearly so I don’t know who exactly I am talking to. He keeps smoking his SK and didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“That’s alright, I only came here to clear my head and relax too, ” he says in a whisper kind of tone that I have to strain my ears to catch what he is saying.

Something about his voice makes me look up at him, the voice is very familiar but I can’t place it. He steps close to me a bit more and facing me now, I look at his face and I almost pass out. I can’t believe it’s him, it’s Uti!! The man I have been obsessed about all my adult life. Still, I try to comport myself and hide my excitement. He quickly notices that I recognize him. He flicks the SK stub away, comes up to where I am standing and extends his hand.

 

“Hi, I’m Uti N‎.” he says. His voice sounds too soft and subdued for someone who looked frighteningly menacing most of the time.

 

I try to wipe my pussy juice covered fingers on my skirt then I take his hand in mine to shake it. It is soft and warm in my hand, like how a celebrity’s perfectly manicured, undamaged hand should feel like. He waits for what seems like eternity to me with his hand clasped in mine before I reply,

 

“I’m Gloria, I am a huge fan of yours if not your number one fan.” I say and immediately I feel stupid at the remark.

“Really? I know of only one biggest Fan. Her name is Gloria too. That girl knows all my lyrics.”

“Yeah! I know. She won the competition on the radio station. Yep! That’s me.” I reply.

“Ohmygod! What are the odds. I was looking forward to seeing you. Didn’t know I will run into you here and in the state I found you in. Forgive me, but I really wanted to ask you how come you know all my lyrics, I mean, I’m impressed.”

“Trust me Uti, you don’t want to know. Just take it like I’m a huge fan.”

As sudden as the sun can shine between dark rain clouds, his face breaks into a smile. Now, I am intrigued that he knows who I am which probably means he has been thinking of me since that day on the radio. He raises his head as if he is trying to look behind me I don’t know why but then his full attention returns to my face suddenly. He still has my hand in his (the same hand I was rubbing my pussy with) and his eyes are darting back and forth looking at both my eyes with intensity.

“Its not everyday one gets to meet a die hard fan. I’m honored. You also have such a beautiful voice, have you thought of going into the music industry?”

I blush and smile, “Not really, but I have been told by my friends that I will do well.”

“Well, I think you should. Maybe we can work on something together.”

I can’t believe it, not only have I gotten to meet the celebrity I have been obsessed with I get to work with him in future? Today must really be my lucky day.

“That will be a dream come through. I’ve always wanted to meet you.”

“I know.”

“What do you mean you know?”

“Well, for you to know all my lyrics it means you have followed me a great deal.”

I lower my head to the ground, feeling so embarrassed. He caught me. I nod slowly.

“Common Glo, don’t be shy. I get that a lot. A lot of girls like you are crazy about me. But I’ve never seen one who does not only care about my fame and looks but also cares about my work. But you must be pretty fucked up to have so much time to follow me like that. You do like me don’t you?”

Such guts! What is he trying to do? Embarrass the hell out of me? Ofcourse I like him. I’ve fucked him severally in my head, I’ve fucked myself to multiple orgasms just by looking at his bare chests in the pictures. My room is practically a shrine for him. But I can’t let him think that of me. He mustn’t know I am obsessed with him and my life long dream is to fuck him. He won’t take me serious. He will think I’m cheap. So why don’t I just blow him off gently and lie that I don’t like him.

“Yes Uti, I like you. You have no idea how much I like you, I have dreamed of the day that I will……” My mouth blabs. I can’t believe what I am saying but I am saying it. I can’t control my mouth.

“Well, today is your lucky day because all your dreams and fantasies about me will come through.” he says. Next thing I know, he lifts my hand up to his face, here I am thinking he just wants to kiss the back of my hand like the whites do to greet a lady. But instead, Uti takes my hand to his nose and sniffs it. Gosh! I am so embarrassed I could just die. He draws in the scent of my pussy from my fingers then he pulls me towards him as he steps back into the darker side of the park which is shaded by a tree, kissing me fully on my mouth. It tastes weird and like the skunk he just smoked. His hands wanders lightly on my back while his lips ducks desperately at my mouth. Even though I feel I should break away from the kiss so as not to appear cheap plus it took me by surprise, I just can’t bring myself to break away. The smell of skunk in his breath gets me excited and I realize I am kissing him back. I mean, how can I not? This is what I have always wanted, although not like this, I had thought we will meet in a more romantic scenario and he will ask me out, take me to dinner, buy me flowers and chocolates and then take me to an expensive hotel and make sweet, passionate love to me. But this is what I am getting in reality. If I turn him down now (not that I ever could) who says I will ever meet him again?

All at once, the desperation, obsession and sexual hunger for him takes over me. To hell with everything, this opportunity may never present itself again. I grab him by the shoulders, put my arms around his neck and kiss him even more fiercely. I kiss him more passionately than I have ever kissed anyone else in my entire life.

He lifts me onto the picnic table and leans hard into the kiss, forcing me down to rest back on my elbows. He breaks free and stands up. I smile as I watch him looking me over, growling audibly. I am incapable of protesting as he massages my tits atop the thin fabric of my blouse.

“Oh my! They are so soft and so large. So perfect.” he whispers. I am too shy to say anything.

He reaches behind my neck to the clasp of my halter. He releases it in one motion and pulls it down,and then in one flick motion, he unclasps my bra, unveiling my profound works of beauty. As if timed by nature, a cool breeze glides through the trees and across my bare chest, making my nipples pucker while he watches eagerly. Unable to resist, Uti leans down and takes them into his mouth. First one nipple, then the other. His hot mouth feels warm, radiant even, sucking and nibbling on my cool, goose-bump laden breasts. I let my head fall back into space, closing my eyes and relishing the feeling of Uti’s mouth on my body. His hands are sliding up the sides of my globes, pressing them together. Stroking them. He pauses on my right breast, savoring the feeling. Trying to take a snapshot with his mind of the feeling of my full nipple beneath his tongue.

“Perfection,” he whispers again as he gives each a final, gentle kiss before moving his attention southward. “You’ve got lovely breasts,” he whispers again.

“Thank you.” I finally find the courage to reply.

The same hand violently pulls my skirt up to my belly. For a second there I think of stopping him but I don’t. This whole thing is happening so fast like a scene from a movie and it is crazy to be doing this with a celebrity who won’t even remember my name once this is over.

Then, I feel his fingers on my crotch trying desperately to get into my ‎panties. I shift my pelvis a little feeling the soft stubby fingers sliding inside the warm, wet center of me.

I lay my back firmly into the wooden boards of the picnic table. I look up into the dark sky flooded by tiny stars. My worries about letting a stranger do things to me blow away with the wind as Uti kisses the insides of my thighs. He kisses and licks my smooth legs, up to the flesh surrounding my pussy. His tongue tracing the smooth skin, close enough to smell my horniness. As he makes contact with my cunt, I instinctively grab onto his dreaded head, pressing my hips forward, forcing my pussy into his face. He takes it dutifully.

 

I look down at him and notice that he’s keeping his eyes open, so he can watch my body as he french kisses my beautiful young cunt. This cunt that has fantasized about fucking his cock for years. As his tongue penetrates my hole I let out a relaxed moan of pleasure as he tastes my sultry musk, my arousal, my sweat and my womanhood. He tilts his head to the side and takes my pussy lips in his mouth. As he massages my labia with his mouth, his outstretched tongue moves back and forth like a pendulum, teasing my pussy entrance. He mouths at my pussy like a kitten over spilled milk, consuming me, darting his tongue into my depths.

“Fuckin hell, Glo. You taste so good.” he moans into my pussy.

“I know.” I moan back in reply.

Uti slides his hands over my bare legs, up and down. One hand moves in for the assist, while one hand drops to his own needs. He is already free from the restraints of his pants but I still don’t get to get a good look at his cock in the dark. I’ve always wondered what it felt like. He strokes his cock with his left hand as his right presses circles against my wet cunt.Seeing him stroke his cock as he eats my pussy drives me so wild that I moan louder as his middle finger slips through the wet folds and into my pussy. He inserts just to the first knuckle and begins slowly massaging my luxurious wet snatch as his tongue continues its labored assault on my swollen clit.

“Oh Uti, I’ve loved you for years, I’ve wanted this for years. Please take me, make me yours.” I cry as I can nolonger stand the teasing.

Suddenly, he looks up at my face and I see a manic gleam in his eyes. He takes my hand and guides me to his hard cock. It feels huge and veined. Just like I had dreamed of. I swear I am not disappointed at all.

“You like my cock?” he asks proudly.

 

“Yes Uti, I LOVE your cock. I’ve longed to see it, to touch it and taste it. I’ve wanted you for so long. This is indeed a dream come through for me.” I reply desperately. I know I am going to hate myself later for being so shameless but for now, I’m just gonna enjoy this.

 

With the same expert hand that unhooked my bra, he tut’s once at the flimsy panties. It rips falling apart making me easily exposed for him to enter me. He pulls out a sachet from his pocket and tears it with his teeth. I smile at him and think to myself, ‘he’s playing safe.’ He pulls a condom out with his teeth and rolls it up on his cock and then he guides himself between my legs, forcefully gliding into the entrance of my womanhood. He feels huge, hard and pulsed with a strange rhythmic twitch between my legs.

He is staring hard into my eyes and whispers hoarsely, “This is what you’ve always wanted Glo. I bet you’ve wanted me to fuck you for so long. Common then, the time is now, give yourself to me Glo, give yourself to me.” He is saying it repeatedly while he thrusts himself into me.I feel tight and unyielding to his thrusts while my whole body feels rigid against him. Like I don’t want him to get whatever he is trying to get out of me. My fingers are scratching his back through his shirt.