Countless - S01 E93

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Countless - S01 E93

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 93

Ladies and Gents, those were the events that occured during the seven months of pro Nike’s arrival at my door step on that fateful day.

Its been quite eventful, isn’t it? Winks.

After finishing my spaghetti, I sent all of it down to the digestive factory of my stomach with the help of the lemon juice in my freezer.

Now relaxing on the bed, I picked my phone and placed a call through to Nike, to confirm which and what time she will be coming to my house.

She picked after the second ring.

“hello” She said jovially

“hi…when are you coming?”

“erm..whats the time now?” She inquired and I quickly took a glance at the wall clock

“20min past Eleven already..” I answered

“ok. Where should I tell the bikeman to drop me off?”

“first get to Laderin junction, from there tell him to drop you at Fajol hotels. When you get there, take another bike to Smart Castle. That will take you to my house.”

“ok…I’ll be on my way soon. Am about to get dress…..”

“how about your sister?” I inquired cutting in.

“what about her?”

“I mean, she didn’t have any clue as to whats going on between us?”

“no….not atall….she hasn’t.” She attested.

“ok. Good for us and her.” I remarked technically.

“am getting dress right away but what color of pant do you want me to wear?”

“alright…dress quickly, am waiting for you.” I answered hedgely trying to avoid the latter part of her statement.

“pink or white?”

“what?”

“you heard me the first time..please stop playing dumb with me jor.” She stressed more audibly

“ok. Just get your ass down here in time. I have somewhere else I’d rather be.” I said while attempting to end the call.

“answer my question na….which color?”

“color of what?”

“of pant nao…stop the dumb game please…” She said with a little bit of tersed tone.

“hmmm….well, I don’t give a d--n as to whatever pant you wear. If you like come pantless, thats your own problem.” I ended conclusively and terminated the call before she could respond.

Dropping the phone on the bed, I rose up and began to tidy up my room. After 20mins, every item in the room was back to its adorning abode.

Haven’t heard from Bella since a day ago. I picked my phone and dialled her number but I was greeted by the computerised voice of the MTN female voice telling me she’s not reachable at the moment.

Wondering about her well being, I headed towards her room to check on her but only to found the door locked.

Turning back, I saw Farouq, Usman’s brother washing some cloths in the open floor of the compound.

“Farouq, when last did you saw Bella?” I asked the young boy and he instantly brought his gaze to mine.

“Aunty Bella?” He asked ignorantly

“no, brother Bella…answer me jor.”

“na this morning o. I saw her around 5’oclock on our way to the mosque. Any problem?” He questioned while applying some starch into the water.

“around 5?” I asked confusedly.

“yes….this morning. Any problem?” He reiterated with an inquisitive look.

“where was she going?” I said prolonging the Q and A session.

“she told brother Usman that she’s going to meet her sister at the garrage.” He answered and after rinsing and squeezing the shirt he was washing, he rose up and marched towards the hanging rope whence he spread the cloths while automatically giving the sun a drying job.

“ok o. Thank you Farouq. Come to my room when you’re through washing cloth. Got some spaghetti for you.” I said and he thanked me in advance for the

food before I walked back to my room channelling all my concentration to the expectation of Nike’s visitation.

A knock landed on the door barely minutes after I entered the room. Opening the door I found Jide holding a bottle of Hennessy.

“guy how far?” He said as he made to enter my room.

“ah dey fine o. How your cheeks na?” I queried while referring to the slap he got from the lady he was stubbornly trying to woo yesterday.

He rubbed his cheeks and smiled. “ah…that one, ah no fit die cos of that slap na! But that girl go pay.”

“you still haven’t learn your lessons right? Nothing good comes from vengeance. The circle only continues endlessly. Even the bible also frowns at such ungodly acts.” I ended and I couldn’t help but wonder which part of my brain had managed to come up with that sermon.

“are you preaching to me Darous?” He asked after contemplating on my words for some minutes while still playing with the Hennessy in his hands.

“well, woudn’t be a bad thing to do right? Apart from trying to murder someones happiness.” Although I completed the latter part of the statement in my mind.

“you almost sounded like a preacher to me bro. And if I hadn’t known better, I would have easily tagged you as a preacher.” He drank some of the drinks after pouring some quantity inside the glass cup on my table.

“guy, don’t tell me you didn’t listen to my corronation ceremony as the new priest of Saint Paulus Cathedral Mosque in the newspaper?.”

“really? I bet they even show it live on radio abi?” He jokingly

countered back.

“you don get am…expensive mumu boy.” I replied hitting him playfully on the shoulder.

We finished the whole bottle of Hennessy within the space of 30mins, after which I rounded the back of my house where I switched on my new Elemax Generator.

Jide and I played my Playstation3 together for more than an hour before the ringing of my phone distrupted our enjoyment.

Checking the caller, it was Nike, calling to inform me that she’s presently at my area.

Imploring Jide to excuse me, I strolled out to meet Nike, the younger sister of my Girlfriend and whom also happens to be the daughter of the mother of my unborn twins.

***

“welcome to my humble temple, this is where I lay my head every blessed night or whenever am opportuned to walk back through this door after everyday’s hustle.” I stated my epistlelistic welcoming speech with a political smile while ushering Nike into my room after I’d picked her from the frontage of my house.

She was claded in a blue moschino sleeveless top and a red pencil jean which helped in showing all the mesmerising outline of her plump waist not to mention her spellbound of her exquisite looks.

Everything she wore, all collaborated in showing how very beautiful she is and seeing her, my konji had started interferring with the free flow of the thinking operation going on inside my head.

Nike surveyed the room within 30secs and her scrutinizing face gradually turned into a wide grin.

“thank you Darous. Can I sit?” She said pointing to the bed.

“yea sure…please feel at home.” I replied while making a courtesy gesture at her.

“thanks.” She said after sitting down on the bed while I was still staring at her now open and very ripe cleavage. She noticed me penetrating her cleavage with my eyes and she used her left hand in pushing her brests up more so that half of her firm brests was now making all the sense of moral reasoning in my body to start losing its battle against the immoral ones.

“what can I offer you?” I said after some minutes of awkwardness while I still remain standing infront of her.

“don’t bother. Am ok.” She said politely.

“ok.”

Silence.

“why do you want to see me so badly?” I broke the silence.

“you can find that out after you join me on the bed.” She answered candidly while leaning against my wallpaper.

I instantly got the subtle message in her statement and again I let my konji get the better of me as I couldn’t clearly tell how I got on the bed in a flash immediately after she delivered her konji provoking statement.

She smiled seductively and gave me a sexy wink before she climbed on top of me and engaged in a lip lock with me.

“have wanted this right from when you started living with us Darous….. Glad am finally getting it….” With that, she rose up and stood before me on the bed. Gradually, I watched as she removed her top and threw it on the floor.

She then turned around slowly and firstly unbuckled her belt, after which she rolled down her tight jean and to my suprise, she was indeed pantless.

“like what you’re seeing?” She said as she brought one of her plump melons to my face and began shaking and rubbing both of them on my face.

‘heaven exists afterall. This is truly heaven’. I murmured.

I hurriedly grab her melons and began s-----g at intervals on her perky and firm nippl3s.

“oh gawd…s--k it!…” She commanded and I wasn’t going to let her repeat her statement before doing as told.

She was moaning and simultaneously gyrating and twisting her hips on my crotch region.

Then she suddenly pushed me on my back so that I was now laying on the bed. She crawled down to my feet and slowly began to remove my pants.

Secs later, she was through with that task and let out a suprise gasp as her sexy eyes settled on my now erect and rigid 8inches konji.

“this is huge!…” She lamented and her hazel eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

“please can I s--k it?” She pleaded while fixing her gaze on mine.

“sure..but on one condition…”

“what condition…?” She queried agogly.

“if you let me s--k your p---y too….” She didn’t let me finish my statement before she quickly crawled to my head and hurriedly positioned her clean shaven p---y above my face. She then lowered herself and I couldn’t help but let out a groaning sound as my tongue made contact with her erect c--t.

“hmmmm….your p---y tastes delicious….” I remarked.

“not the first time am hearing that.” She answered and I instantly felt her warm mouth engulfing my d!ck thereafter.

I was still contemplating on the meaning of her ambiguous statement when a very desperate knock landed on my door.

“who’s there?” I questioned loudly but got no answer. I repeated the same statement over and over again, but got the same silence response.

Pushing Nike who was still busy with my d!ck slightly aside, I wore my boxer and headed towards the door.

I opened it and staring at me was one of my past encounters at my doorstep.

Must karma always be a b!!tch?