I dropped the PS4 controller on the floor with an angry sigh.
The blasted FIFA 17 was clearly not my forte. It had been a gift from Chastity and between work, exams and the prevalent drama in my life, I’d barely had time to play.
The weekends were the only time I ever got to catch a breath.
I stretched my arms high above my head and heard a satisfying crack that indicated the resolution of the nagging kink in my left shoulder.
The shoulder had been strained during barbell pushups at the gym the night before.
I felt an itch in my crotch area and adjusted my rather uncomfortable briefs which I was only wearing because I lacked clean boxers. I made a mental note to launder my underwears first thing in the morning.
Glancing at the couch behind me, I noted with exasperation that Nkem had fallen asleep. Her soft snores reached my ears and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my lips.
My eyes drifted to her heavy bosom and down to her soft toffee-colored thighs. Her dress had ridden high up her thighs exposing the creamy flesh.
I looked away, remembering the path I’d chosen only recently. It would be two months today. Two months of no sex. Not counting the very long showers I took late at night and first thing in the morning, I thought I was doing quite well.
I didn’t think about Kachi so much.
Granted, most good-looking, 28 year-old guys would not be handling their single status this way. However I had chosen to mourn the end of my two-year relationship with celibacy.
I quickly remembered that Nkem was still sleeping on my couch and it was already 11pm.
One of my roommates, Dotun aka Kratos who seemed to have just woken up trudged past me on his way to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he went.
“Dis one no dey go house?” he mumbled.
I did not respond. Instead I rose from the air couch and walked towards Nkem. It took two hard shakes and a light tickle under her feet to wake her.
She stared up at me with those big dark brown eyes that used to suck me in. I wanted her to look at me like that but on her knees.
Damn! Why had she chosen tonight of all nights to visit me?
“What time is it?” she asked sleepily.
“Past 11” I answered trying to look everywhere but her left boob which was spilling out of her low-cut dress.
“Shit!” she cursed. “Will I be able to get a cab?”
I looked at her like she was speaking gibberish.
“Yes, let me check for an Uber for you” I said with a patience I was far from feeling. I needed sleep badly.
Nkem stretched again. This time her dress rose higher. I remembered how her arse felt pressed against me when we had danced at Pope’s party over a year ago.
Fuck. I needed her to go home.
None of my guys knew I was celibate except Chastity. Oh scratch that. Only one of my guys knew.
Chastity was technically a girl but she had been my ‘guy’ for a long time. She had been told because she had known me during my sex-crazed phase and agreed that I needed the ‘time-out’ badly.
Sadly, she also thought I would fail at the celibacy thing. Some days I felt like she was right.
“Do I have to go? I’m so tired and I’ve had quite a bit to drink” Nkem groaned.
We both glanced at the empty bottle of red wine at her feet. Red wine had always been her undoing. I remember one time she’d gone clubbing with myself and the guys. She had ordered red wine and ended up sleeping on one of the couches in VIP. I’d spent the rest of the night dancing and simultaneously keeping an eye on her sleeping form.
“Nkem, there’s no place for you to sleep” I began. First of all, I couldn’t very well put her in Dozie or Kratos’ rooms. Those two were predators. Secondly, Dozie had a girl over. Thirdly, our usual crasher, Skippo would soon migrate from the floor of Kratos’ room to the living room couch as soon as Kratos discovered him.
Skippo was a friend of a friend who had started crashing at ours. He would sleep on the floor of any of the rooms until one of us kicked him out to the living room. Dozie thought we should start charging him rent money.
My own room was out of the question and there was no way I was squeezing my 6 foot 2 frame onto the living room’s couch.
“What happened to your room?” Nkem asked inching towards me.
Her breasts pressed against my stomach and her fingers drew lazy patterns across my chest. I stiffened in response and focused on counting backwards.
There was no way in hell I was telling her I was celibate. Girls like Nkem loved a good challenge and I would just be another one for her.
“Umm, my bed is really s-small” I stuttered.
She gave a sultry laugh. “I’ll squeeze in. Don’t worry I don’t take up too much space”
I gave an incredulous laugh. “Your arse alone is taking up the space for one person” I joked.
She threw her head back and laughed. I stared at her neck for the longest time. I am a neck person and at that moment I really wanted to plant a kiss at the base of her neck. Just at the junction where her neck met her collarbone.
She walked towards my room, wiggling as she went. I refused to stare at her retreating figure, wondering briefly how she knew which room was mine. This was her first time at my new apartment since I moved from the old one at Osapa.
“Nkem, I don’t think this is a good idea” I started as I followed her into my room.
“It’s a great idea” she said. “I thought this was what you wanted” she added.
Hmm, to tell her about my being celibate or not, that was the big question.
She stepped out of her dress before I could say Jack.
Blimey! I averted my eyes quickly but not before my brain had registered the banging body she’d been hiding underneath her dress.
I could already feel a hard on coming. If I called the Uber anyway and forced her inside, would it be considered rude? She’d probably never talk to me again or worse yet think I was gay.
“Do you have anything for me to wear?” she asked.
She had somehow walked towards me without notice. I could feel the heat from her body and I felt like I might hyperventilate.
If I failed this celibacy stint, mennnn I’d just lock up. No one had to know. The only person I was really accountable to was Chastity after all. And myself. Yeah myself.
And myself would not mind some ‘no-condoms’ sex with Nkem. In fact i could imagine it already. Two months was a long time after all.
Her voice shook me out of my reverie. I looked down at 5 feet 5′ self looking up at me with a puzzled frown on her face.
“I asked for something to wear. A t-shirt maybe” she said slowly like she was talking to an infant.
I sighed deeply. She probably thought I was one or worse yet, gay. My reputation was shot to hell.
I grabbed the first shirt my hands touched and tossed it to her. I regretted it almost as soon as she passed it over head.
Kachi had given me the t-shirt. It had ‘My girlfriend is a hot tottie’ printed across the chest.
Oh well. I thought to myself.
The shirt barely came to the top of Nkem’s thighs and as she turned to walk towards my bed, I could see the bottom of black lace undies.
I concluded that I was a glutton for punishment as I followed her towards the bed.
She took the inside and slept facing the wall.
I usually slept without a shirt but thought against it since she was around.
It was going to be a long night, I thought to myself as I settled into bed.
A/N: Hi everyone, new series here. Hope you enjoy it. xoxo
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.