14 Days: The 8th Day
Day 8 is almost over
She is having sex with her boyfriend.
Don’t fret now. She isn’t at work.
Due to the events of yesterday, her boss allowed her take the day off. So she is at home – in fact she is in her bedroom, on her bed…on her boyfriend.
Don’t ask me for details. It’s not like I’m standing at the window or anything. One; it is dark. Two, what would the point be? I don’t stare at food I cannot afford. Besides, I only know what she chooses to tells me.
The room is illuminated by the subdued glow of a bedside lamp. The low hum of the air conditioner is the only sound – asides from an occasional random gasp, moan or groan.
She is on her boyfriend, moving back and forth slowly, eyes closed enjoying the sensations emanating from her centre and spreading all over her body. The finest sheen of sweat covers her breasts, arms and thighs. She looks almost ethereal – like something you would expect to see in a poster silhouetted against the moon or the skyline. She looks so…it’s easy to forget that she isn’t alone.
As though on cue, he raises his head from the pillow and looks at his girlfriend, eyes heavy with passion. He looks like he’s about to say something – and then stops as Iyanya’s ‘Kukere’ cut through the quiet of the room. He opens his mouth to speak again – and this time is interrupted by his girlfriend who speaks without opening her eyes.
“Let it ring,” she says, biting her lower lip as a tiny frown appears between her eyes.
Her boyfriend grins and settles back on his elbows, enjoying the view from his almost-supine position. He tenses as she quickens her movements, watching as her mouth opens and she throws her head back.
Ever heard a quiet scream?
Moments later, she is lying on her back; eyes closed enjoying the tiny explosions going off all over her body. She had had her bath and is hovering between sleep and wakefulness. Suddenly she remembers there was a phone call earlier and reaches for the phone where it is lying on the bedside table. She types in the code and checks the call id – Engineer.
Her excitement is palpable. She redials the number and puts the phone to her ear, listening to it ring, firm breasts gently moving with the intensity of her breathing. The call is suddenly picked.
A man’s voice answers, “How are you doing?”
She smiles brightly and sits up in bed. “Engineer darling!” She whispers carefully. “How are you doing? When did you get back?”
“Yesterday. I missed you o,” the man responds.
“Missed you too darling,” she pauses. “So when do I see you?”
“I really don’t know o…” the voice over the phone pauses as she makes a frustrated sound. “Relax na. Okay. Can we plan something for Valentine – maybe a long weekend or something?”
She allows a smile creep into her voice. “That would be nice. Where would we go?”
There was another pause. And then “Maybe Dubai.”
She cannot believe it. “Dubai!! Engineer, don’t play with a girl like that…” She loses concentration as suddenly realizes she can no longer hear water splashing in the bathroom. “Engineer darling, let me call you back.”
“Okay –“ she hangs up and places the phone on the table – and just in time as her boyfriend walks into the bedroom.
“Baby,” he says, “I’ve been thinking. Let’s go to Abuja for the Valentine. I’m sure you can get two days off. Two days at least.”