MY P-MAN FRIEND’S DAUGHTER…..(18+)…..Part 12

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…I answered, ”yea??”
”Bob, you okay??”
”yea??”
”You know what time it is??”
It was Kenno’s brother. I searched for my
phone. When i could not find it, I looked up at
that damned clock.
Nine thirty!!!!
Nine bleeping thirty.
”Yeaa!! I just checked..”
”okay, man… When u ready, I wan discuss
som’n with u oo” ”aaight man.. I’ll be right out.”
Tricia’s eyes were on me..
I looked at her and smiled.
Damn… My mouth was stinking, and my teeth
could smell it.
I got up from the bed, still Unclad, with my
early morning Attention
thingy.
She looked at me…
I told her, ”no, no, its not what you think..this
is the natural one”.
She laughed. I found my boxer shorts on the
floor, picked it
up and sliped in it.
My Attention was already surpressing, but i
had to ease myself, so
I left her in the room and went to the
bathroom through the passage.
When I was coming back, I met Kenno on the
way, and we chatted.
He was whyning as usual, and I was giving him
fire for fire.
I told him that his party was cool, but he’d
better clear up
completely before his parents got back. He
replied, saying that
there was no way his parents wont get to
know about it later on,
because of their neighbours. They must talk. He
shook his head. I
left him with his problem, but asked him where
his brother was. He
told me. I went to meet his bro, and we talked
a little. When I was
going back to the room, I saw Tricia just
closing the door, coming
out. She asked where the bathroom was, and I
pointed it to her.
After like 30 minutes, we had gotten dressed
up already, and ready
to go. When she was dressing earlier, she had
asked
me to leave the
room for her, which I did. All these girls sef.
Upon say I don see
everything before. God go save una.
As we were planning to leave, I squeezed her
a** one more time,
kissed her neck and used my fingers to trace
her p*ssy through
her short skirt.
She looked up at me and used her thumb to
trace my lips. I gave her a full kiss on her lips
and we went out.
I saw Kenno and his brother first, and a couple
of other friends that
were around.
I made sure I collected Tricia’s contact before
we separated. I got home by 11:20 am.
When I brought out my phone after settling on
my bed, there was a
message from Anita waiting for me already.
I replied her, and we began to chat. Its a good
thing when you receive a text from a girl first. It
shows she
has you in her mind,
atleast. Or she might just be bored.
Any which whichever way shhaa..
Thats how that week went like that. I was my
normal self again. I frequently exchanged
messages with Anita and
Tricia. I still did
not have Mariam’s contact.
There was one day I asked Anita about
Mariam, and she told me
that she was fine. She said Mariam had told her
that she met me at
a party, and she was surprised that i even
went to parties. I gave
her a long ‘loooool’, and told her that it was
my friend’s birthday
party. I started wondering what Mariam must
have
told Anita. Could she
have told Anita about her having s*x with me?
I suspected those girls, big time.
One, because Mariam is Anita’s brother’s
girlfriend and she was watching Mariam
attempt what she did to me
in her house that
other time.
She did not complain or feel bad about it, why?
Second, the kind of tension that I sense
between Anita and Mariam, there must be
something going on
between them. I was
not sure yet, and was not sure of how I would
find out.
That was not important, though. I had PES to
play.

******
Anita and I still chatted regularly, like best
friends or something,
but I always tried to make sure that the
‘friend’ thingy wasn’t too
serious. I’ve heard alot about friend zone.
Whether its an MTN
zone or whatever, I did not what to know, my
own was that I was
not willing to Port. I liked my network like the
way it was. lol.
We were chatting one day, and I took a dive in
an ocean with no
life guards. I took a very big risk, in simple
terms.
I asked her if she was a lesbian.
She did not reply as fast as she’d been
replying. Then her reply came in, it was ‘lol’.
Ah no gree oo.
I asked her if ‘lol’ meant yes.
She said she was not a lesbian.
I asked her if she was bi-intimate then.
She replied with, ”haha, whats making you think
that?”
I told her that I suspected that she was a
lesbian…and her lesbian
mate was Mariam.
I did not get a reply. Remember, its whatsapp,
and the msg I sent had a double tick. Meaning
‘dilivered’, abi?
I waited for one hour, then sent another
message to her. This time,
it was only one tick.
Then I got the picture. Only three things could
have happened. One, her battery got empty.
Two, she removed her battery or simcard or
her phone was stolen.
Three, her subscription or data was exhausted.
I waited patiently, though.
In the night, I got a message. I happily checked
my phone. It was from a
number, it said ‘hi’.
Bleep whoever it was. I did not reply, lol.

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