MY P-MAN FRIEND’S DAUGHTER…..(18+)…..Part 13

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I sent another message to Anita, ”you
there?”
It was still one tick. I checked my whatsapp
list again in ten
minutes, and I saw that my message had
double ticks. Yes!! I stayed on her page, until i
saw ”typing” on
top of the screen.
Another ”haha” entered.
Wetin sef? I thought.
Then I saw ”typing” again.
She told me that she was not a lesbian, and
Mariam was just her
close friend.
I asked, ”how close?”
she said, ”just close nah”
I said I’ve heard her, then told her that
Nigerian girls are no always fully lesbian sef.
She asked ‘why?’
I explained that most Nigerian lesbians are
usually bi-intimate.
She laughed.
I replied with ”Naija girls like D nah”. She said,
”maybe not all”.
I asked her where she stood, and she told me
she was in the
middle of everything.
”Gbam! You’re bi then”.
She laughed and asked me why i’m so
insistent. I was happy in my mind, because this
is the
first time I had been
able to drag her into this kinda topic.
I asked her what she was doing. She said
”nothing”, and there
was no light too. I told her that we had light
and asked her if
she’d been to my
house before.
She said she hadnt, that only her brothers had
been my house.
I then asked her if she would like to come and
waste some of the
time she was wasting in her house with me.
She said she was not going to come, and gave
a stern face smiley.
I told her that i’d cook.
”cook? Haha” ”yes nah, I can cook…”
”i will come if you can make pounded yam with
egusi
soup..haha”
This was obviously a tactic to ward me off.
She thought i would decline, but she had no
idea that my mom had
prepared egusi
soup the previous day.
”okay…”
”okay what??”
”I’ll grant your wish, but it’ll be poundo yam
ooo”
she laughed and said, okay.
Na iya Risi shop sure pass. Poundo-yam things
on point.
…My momsi was not around but my sister was
in her room, sleeping, i think. I was not sure. I
did not want
to disturb her to
help me cook anything, so I set out by myself
to Iya Risi’s shop,
just beside my house. I got back and messaged
Anita to know where she was. She said she was
still in her
house preparing to
come already.
Ah ah! Theres still time!
I got to my room, arranged everything I could
arrange and spread my bed. I even arranged
things that were
already arranged.
After that, I went to the kitchen and put
water in the electric kettle
to boil.
While it was boiling, I ran to my room again and
got my towel. I
stripped to my boxer shorts and tied my
towel around my waist
before I went to my box to get another boxer
short.
Have you ever brushed two times in a space of
4 hours? Yes, I
know, you havn’t. I did.
I used my sponge so fast and concentrated
most on my d*ck,
which made things easier by being hard.
I got out of the bathroom in my towel, partially
running to my
room. I slipped a little and was close to falling
down dramatically,
but thank God our passage is not that wide so
I got support.
I moisturised my body a little, before wearing
one loose fitted
short and a tight fitted top. I quickly ran to
the kitched and pressed
a button on the kettle so that the water
would start boiling again.
I ran back to my room, this time carefully, and
used a little body
spray.
I messaged Anita again, ”Howfar?”
She did not reply, so i took it as a positive
answer. Maybe she was
on a bike, so she couldnt reply. I quickly went
to the kitchen again
and pressed that same button again, and this
time, the kettle
tripped off by itself in just some seconds.
I pulled my shirt and started off making the
poundo-yam, in my mom’s special style. I wont
explain that one.
Girls, come and see
me for special tutoring on how to make it.
Guys, una no need the
tutoring.

After I was done, I went back to the sitting
room and rested a bit,
bringing my temperature back to normal.
Just some minutes later, I heard the gate. The
knock was subtle,
but was passing a message like a talking
drum. I got in my shirt and went out to open
the
gate for ‘her’. I hadnt
seen her yet, but somehow I was sure it was
her. I went to the
gate and opened it. I was the boy who sold
oranges that always came in a three days
interval. I told him to
come the next day. If it
wasnt for the good spirit of self control i had
learnt in church the
previous sunday, I would have slapped the poor
boy for not being her.
I went back inside and retrieved my phone
from the combined
armrest of the chair I was sitting earlier on.
There was a message waiting for me already.
It was from Anita. It read that she was in my
street but did not
know how to get to
my house. I did not even bother replying, I just
dashed outside,
closed the door quickly, wore my Pam-sandals
and went out the gate to start looking for her. I
saw her on my
first look. She was
looking aimlessly lost. I waved, but she did not
see me, so I
started treking towards her. I didnt like the
idea of shouting someone’s name from a far
distance like that.
She saw me when I
was still halfway from her. She frowned.
”this your street wants to lost me”, she said.
”sorry joh.. Hope this sun has not taken
anything from you?” she laughed, ”haba??..”
I got her finger and applied a little pressure,
insinuating that she
should follow me.
As we got to my house, the silly people took
light (power outage). Chai.. I was the first to
notice, before she did.
”Is there light like this?”
”…er..they just took it oo”
she halted.
I looked at her and smiled, I reminded her that
its not because of light she came. She replied
that its part of the
reasons.
I told her not to worry, that I’ll have
everything sorted out. She
joked that I was sounding like a NEPA official.
I laughed hysterically.
We got inside, and she got to the regular ritual
of looking around
and nodding her head.
”..its not mine” I joked, as she saw lip gloss on
one of the sofas.

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