You asked for it…you’ve got it!
…The lunch was great because the girls were mostly on their phones on Snapchat or wherever, gossiping, giggling, taking pictures of the food, of us…the normal things young girls do. This suited me fine cuz I just wanted to get this over and done with and I drop them home.
At around 7 pm, I told them I had to bounce cuz I had an important meeting later. Kumbe it was just the Nigeria match I wanted to watch, plus I needed to get rid of them pronto anyway. They looked disappointed, but such is life. We left the place and entered the moti and started driving towards their digs. Now, the motogari was blasting my favourite Wu-tang Clan album, enter the Wu-Tang (the 36 Chambers)
“Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y’all…”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBwAxmrE194
Now Xiao sat in front and Nadia behind. As we enjoyed the tunes coming from the car stereo, from the corner of my eye I saw Xiao had that look in her eye. That look that said, “I want to devour you”-Oh no, not again!! Since I didn’t seem interested, she put her hand on my leg and squeezed a couple of times. Her soft, small hands were squeezing my knee through my trousers. Images went through my mind of Saturday, lifting her up by her tiny waist and placing her on the dressing table…Shyt mane!! I nearly had an accident. If the cameras catch me, those are points gone. While my mind was tanga tangaing, so was her hand. I could see the mischief in her eyes as her hand came to rest between my legs and continued to squeeze my now expanding mjulubeng. Things began to get tight, baana I was sweating like a pregnant nun at confession. . Tukingoja red light to turn green, nikaskia zip down……She smiled and reached inside to squeeze again.
Dear reader, what kain wahalla be dis one ooooo?
Saa hiyo yote, her roommate was in the backseat watching everything. I could see her in the rearview mirror giggling, and I could tell she was enjoying it. This is a muslim girl, imagine? She was just crossing and uncrossing her legs, and I knew she was horny. Kwani hii watu wamepanga nini? I thought to myself? Saa hizo, I was driving like crazy….More points deducted. I’m sure I won’t escape the fines.
Haaaaiya, I could feel Xiao’s fingers inside my boxers, her fingers were on the jostoh, stroking it pole pole up and down. I was going nuts manze. We pulled up in front of their condo and I parked the car in front of the entrance. “Thank you for the ride home” said Nadia. I couldn’t even talk properly. It was like I had a piece of ngwashe stuck in my throat. Nadia went upstairs.
Xiao was like a tigress in heat. She grabbed me by the neck and kissed me passionately in my ears and neck, all the while her hand is doing the other business. I knew this was now or never, I had to make a do or die decision. “Please go up and I’ll park the car properly and join you later.” I told her. “OK …wǒ qīn’ài de, I’ll be waiting.”
Hehehe, I put the phrase, “utajua hujui” in action.
Faster, faster, I put fundamentals back inside my trousers, zipped up, put off my phone and drove as fast as I could out of there. I reached home and put on the TV to wait for the World Cup match. For the first time in a very long time (since I don’t drink alone in the house), I fixed myself a stiff double shot of Glenglasaugh and reminisced on yet another crazy night. My phone is still off as we speak. I’m thinking of blocking the girl but she knows where I live.
Wadau, was this the most monumental cock-up in the history of mankind or did I do the right thing?
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