Dami had heard stories about lesbian lovers but had not expected to see them in the act of love-making with her eyes.
Seeing Evelyn’s mother and her lover stark Unclad, Dami ran out of the apartment. She had sworn never to step her foot there again, a promise she kept to.
The following monday at school, Evelyn had apologised to her on behalf of her mum, it had taken her few weeks but afterwards she had forgiven Evelyn when she claimed she was not involved in the same act as her mother.
The visits had then taken a twist as Evelyn visited Dami’s home, it had then seemed as if all was well again till Dami confronted Emeka.
Sandra paced around her bedroom, she was late for work already but she was in no mood to prepare for work.
The last time she spoke to him was when he was in the bus, ever since she had not been able to reach him.
She had not prayed in a while but yesternight and this morning she had taken it upon herself to pray for her love and his sick mother.
She took her phone from beneath her pillow and called him again, she did not realise she was jumping on her mattress, the phone was ringing.
“Please Fola pick up,” she muttered to herself.
Her smile disappeared when he did not pick the call, she tried to stay positive by convincing herself that he was busy. She dialled his number two more times but yet there was no response from his angle.
She typed a text and sent to him, he ought to reply her when he got the message at least.
*Hey Baby, wats goin on? I’ve bin tryn to reach u since yesterday. Pls call me
I luv u *kisses*
There was no point staying at home doing nothing, she went to the bathroom to get ready, she had to be at work.
“Daddy, the sweet has finished, shebi you will buy another one for me?” his son asked while hitting him to get his attention.
“Yes, I’ll buy another one, go and change your uniform first,” he said to the boy who quickly ran out of the room to go change his cloth.
She hugged him and gave him a kiss,
“I was getting impatient of Victor’s disturbance,” she frowned.
“We are alone now,” he replied, the frown had changed the shape of her lips giving it a funny look but that did not stop his desire to want to kiss her again.
He had missed her, searched for her and here she was right in front of him. He really deserved to receive an award as the world’s luckiest man.
“Victor can return any moment,” she broke into his thoughts and turned away walking from him.
Osagie looked at Omoye retreating from him while she took calculated steps, was she trying to seduce him? If that was her plan, it was working.
Why was she even using Victor as an excuse? They had made love several times while tricking their son to sleep in the corridor or bribing him with sweets and biscuits to play with outside their compound.
He pulled her back to himself and started using his hands to work out his magic, when he looked at her face her eyes were closed. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, they had missed each other so what was all the fuss about?
He moved her to the chair, his mouth joined his hands in providing the magical sensations on her body.
“Osagie, how was Lagos?” she asked in a voice that was almost inaudible.
“Lagos was good.” he replied, this discussion could come up later.
He was unbuttoning his shirt when he said, “You realise you nearly gave me a heart attack while searching for you, right?” why did he even mention that? He ought to be killing the discussion and here he just triggered it.
Omoye lips met his in raw passion, they left each other when they had to catch a breath of air,
“You left me no choice, Osagie.” she replied with tears in her eyes.
“What happened sweetheart?” he kissed her nose and tears away, she never really mentioned what happened.
“Please, tell me” he pleaded, he felt her sorrow as her tears meant she had been hurt, but he really wanted to know who hurt her and why she was hurt, being in the dark was killing him softly.
“Omoye please talk to me,” He begged again.
Rather than her explanation, the words that came out of her lips were two words that took their passion to another level.
“Kiss me,” a request that said every other thing could wait, all that mattered was the woman he loved was right in front of him.
They had been enveloped in their own world when the ringtone of his phone interrupted, both parties had ignored it until Omoye spoke, “Just pick it now,”
“No, let it be. It will probably not ring again.”
The noisy blast of KC’s limpopo came again and Osagie cursed, why would anyone choose this hour to call him?
“Just pick it Osagie or better still switch it off.”
“Okay,” he walked up to the table and picked the phone, on sighting the caller he wore a frown.
He dropped it angrily and was about to return to Omoye on the couch but she was nowhere to be found, the phone was ringing again.
That was when it dawned on him, everything had been a dream except the phone call.
Emeka had been standing by a corner in class that day, it was a free period so the students were not busy, some were gisting in various corners, others were sleeping, the bookworms had their heads buried in a book while others just tilted their heads to different positions to catch any gist that was ready to fly around.
She had walked up to him and tried to reduce the tension by smiling. The boy had totally ignored her, this was worse than she thought.
She had then tapped him to get his attention,
“Emekus, na wa oo, you are shaa doing big boy for us”
“Dami, what?” He asked her, she had not expected that kind of response, she was still quiet as she did not know what to say, “I said what?” he asked again.
This time she found her voice,
“Emeka, why now? Whats with the attitude sef?” she eyed him.
He just turned and walked away, what? She said to herself, so it was that bad that Emeka would not even look her straight in the eyes.
“Emeka you are a coward,” she shouted, what she said got the attention of other students in the class including the studious ones, everybody wanted to watch the drama.
Those who had speculated in the past that Dami and Emeka were an item had their eyes popping out of their sockets, this would be the gist of the week if everything turned out well.
Emeka turned and looked at her, he simply hissed and continued to move.
Dami got angry, she picked the board duster which was on the floor close to her and threw it at him.
The dust it left on his cream coloured shirt was quick to give him an angry expression.
“Dami, what is wrong with you?” he asked while moving towards her, “First I’m a coward but you get to stone me things ehn?”
“Emeka you’re a coward, so because you’ve been asking me out and I refused you decided to stop talking to me abiiii?” she was mad that she did not even notice her classmates who were murmuring and giggling.
Emeka noticed, he did not want to be associated with any drama, he looked around the class, where was the silly Evelyn anyway? this was all her fault, “Dami just leave me alone.”
“I won’t until you tell me why? What did I do? Did I offend you? Its not as if we dated so you can’t say I broke your heart” she kept on ranting.
“You don’t have to date me before breaking my heart, Dami why?” he looked at her with sadness, he did not want this drama, but she started it and he would have to say this once and for all.
Dami looked at him with the expression of ‘what is this one saying?’
“Dami, if you were not going to date me fine. But for you to stoop low as to be Evelyn’s girlfriend, I’m dissapointed.”
“What?” Dami was shocked, now Emeka was truly crazy, students who sneaked in phones were already recording everything, others were confused, so they had lesbians in their class.
Dami had been to shocked to reply him.
However after school, Emeka had given her a note which explained everything.
Princess packed her books into her backpack, she and Chuks were going to the library, if there was one thing they had in common, it was reading.
She was wearing a grey hoodie on baggy jeans, coupled with the black and gray coloured sneakers, she took a blue coloured base ball cap and wore it.
She was in no mood to wear studs today, she looked at the mirror and was satisfied with her look, that was what she wanted, simple and boyish.
Femi looked at the time, 10am already, staying indoors was beginning to appear creepy. He took off his T-shirt and dropped it beside him on the bed, just then an idea came knocking on his brain, he could go to the gym and work out. This could be a good opportunity.
He wore his shirt back and stepped out, when locking the door he remembered he did not know where a gym was located.
He saw Chuks standing outside, the guy was dressed up, he was probably going out.
“Hey man,” he greeted and they both shook hands.
“Good morning, no work today?” Chuks asked, it was unusual to see Femi at home.
“I’m on leave oh, strange as it sounds.”
“Enjoyment things,” Chuks replied whereas Femi shrugged.
“Chuks, where did you keep the library card?” a voice called from a window upstairs.
Femi looked up to see who spoke but he did not see anyone, he knew Chuks lived upstairs and the voice he heard belonged to a female. Did Chuks have a sister or a fiance?
“I have them with me, be fast oh Princess” Chuks replied.
She was probably his fiance, the name princess suggested that.
He was asking Chuks about the location of the gym, Chuks had suggested they go together tomorrow morning when the sweet voice spoke from downstairs this time around.
“Chuks I’m ready oh, Hello Mister.” she was probably greeting him, he turned to greet the damsel Chuks had called Princess.
What he expected to see was different from what he got.
If there were rules governing a princess’s dressing, this lady standing in front of him broke them all…………….TO BE CONTINUED.