Yemi was the quiet killer with his looks and never seemed to acknowledge his own charms. His reservedness and gentle demeanor destroyed me.
I had crushed on him since we met in our freshman year. We were in the same department and began University together. His super good looks were immediately striking and the girls could never have enough of him, and yet, which confused me, he led a rather unassuming life through school. He wasn’t one to care for flirting and chasing everything in skirt, rather his thoughts were more serious and mature. I could not understand this.
Whenever we hung out, he and I,
he was always talking about religious and philosophical matters. He knew life on many heads and had such amazing depth. He also was the part of a Bible Study group in school and vomited loads about their activities to me.
And yet while I appreciated his ardour for these things, I couldn’t breach the stony walls of his raw sexual attractiveness. I just couldn’t. I tried to focus whenever he discussed issues with me, both happy and sad, but all I had in mind was taking him to bed and having him to myself alone, forever if possible. I was that into him.
Yemi was slim built and had features to kill for. He entertained no time for the macho fever like a lot of dudes I knew did. He beat everyone out of the competition by not competing at all and was right secure of soul, a universe by himself.
I enjoyed Yemi’s company to no end, although his interests bore me half to death. His presence was all the rage, and more than sated me, only bar of fucking him.
It’d been years since we knew each other and I was beginning to be upset that Yemi never took me to his place. But, one Wednesday afternoon, while debating within myself whether or not to broach the subject with him, he called me up and told me he would like me over his place by the weekend if I could do him the honour. I didn’t know what to say. I felt all sorts of fluttering in my belly. It felt like a lottery ticket. Of course, I jumped at the invite, but didn’t make it obvious, shading my excitement in all the ways ladies use to.
Came Saturday, I prinked up to the nines. I chose the sexiest of the sexy outfits, opting for a short skin-hugging blue dress and appended it
with some fancy high heels. I got a taxi over to Yemi’s place, my belly still full of the flutters.
I knocked on the door. But soon as he got the door and let me in, I felt something in my spirit drop on the instant. There were at least six people up in Yemi’s living-room watching a video of some pastor preaching at a convention or something very like that, and all had pad and pen in hand, taking mad notes. Yemi darted a quick look at my outfit but I could not make out his mind quite. He waved me to a chair in the corner to join the rest of the people. I did not think anofif them even so much as noticed me come in, taken in their notes whole.
I was mad about how things turned out. Had just Yemi been clear why he needed me over, I sure wouldn’t have showed my head. A bible study meeting wasn’t exactly my kind of vibe. In a bid to look away from how upset I was becoming, I tried to focus on what the pastor in the TV was preaching, but my indignation at the time was to strong to shun. I whispered inside Yemi’s ear, who was seated beside me, asking where the restroom was. I jumped up soon as he pointed me there, seeking a short release from the suffocating air in the room.
Having had done in the restroom, it crossed my mind to just go back and tell Yemi I was leaving, that I had some other place to be or make up some better excuse. Yet to think that would put all I hoped for in jeopardy decidedly, I flushed the thought and left things to chance. There was no telling how things would pan out if I stayed back. They might work out to mind. So I stepped into the room just across from the bathroom which happened to be a bedroom I knew had to be his.
I lay down on his bed, hoping they would finish and leave soon so I could have Yemi to myself. The whole thing was frustrating, to say the least.
After a while, I heard footfalls approaching the room I was in. Yemi opened the door slowly to find me lying on his bed.
“Is everything all right with you, Vivica?” He asked, his tone gull of concern, as he made toward me.
“Oh yeah, magnificent. I just got this banging headache, it’s been nagging since yesterday,” I returned, as he came to sit on the bed beside me. He then felt my forehead with his palm, checking for a temperature.
In one blur of a moment, fear giving way to desperate need, I brought his hand off and moved it down to the center of my boobs. He froze as his hands as they made contact with my chest, my heavy breathing making my huge boobs to rise and fall. I fixed my gaze on him as I spread his hand properly over my left boob.
“Come on now, Yemi,” I said, “You did not honestly think in your heart I came all this way, looking this good, just to be shunned, or altogether came for your bible study meeting. You are smarter than that, I trust.”
He opened his mouth, attempting to make a reply, but just couldn’t find the words form. I sat up on the bed, facing him, and slowly took off my short dress. I took off my bra and my huge titties spilled out. I saw his jaws drop at the spectacle. Then I brought his hand on my assets again, this time, not needing to urge him. He began squeezing my boobs. I bit
my lips and gave a quiet moan, moving closer to him so I could touch him. I grabbed him by the shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. He returned my kisses, which he was pretty good at by the way, and in no time got me extremely hot. I let fall my hand to his his hardening cock and vegan stroking it through his trousers.
“We don’t have much time,” Yemi observed in hushed tones.
“Get off your panties now, will you?”
I vanished from my panties before he finished talking while he pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down to his feet. He climbed atop me and I wrapped my legs around him to welcome him in.
Finally having Yemi inside of me was heaven undiluted. It was everything i had hoped for and far much more.
“Oooooh yesss… Baby. You feel so good inside me,” I was almost crying with the sheer pleasure. He grunted and leaned over, so that he covered me now as I held on tightly to him, my hard pointy nipples grazing against his chest. He began banging me faster now and more purposefully. I felt his cock pulsate intensely against my walls and my own pussy too retorted in like fashion. He was probing deeper into me now, hitting newer depths every time, causing the sweet contractions in my belly to unloose and tighten back. Clutching him even tighter, I let out a forceful squirt around him. A quiet moan exhaled from my lips as I orgasmed and he buried his head in the crook of my neck, thrusting into my wet depth a couple more times before he came hard too.
We neatened up back quickly and Yemi left the room. I let a little while pass before I went to join him in the living-room. I found my ears for the preaching this time, not only because I had made sweet love to Yemi, but more especially because he had planned to have the company out soon by some device and return where we left off.
I couldn’t wait for a more satisfying session with the man who would soon turn the love of my life and my be-all and end-all.
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