The sister zone: part 2
It had always been said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, so in addition to putting on my little black dress, I made his favorite dish; chicken nsala soup and fufu. Thanks to my former roommate, I had a blue bulb. I knelt and prayed to God. I asked him to open my bae’s inner eyes and also asked him to instruct PHCN to let power flow. Luckily for me, God was listening.
He knocked on my door at exactly 7pm. I ushered him in. His sharp intake of breathe was music to my ears. I didn’t have to look at him to know that the dress had the desired effect. It was his turn to swoon.
‘Babe, are u going out?’, ‘who is the lucky guy?’, he asked in a husky voice I was not familiar with.
There was no need to answer. He was the lucky guy and he was about to find out.
I noticed he was still standing and I asked him to sit. He looked around for the plastic chair I had, but unfortunately for him, I begged my neighbour to keep it for me. It was my bed or the floor, the choice was his. He sat on the bed. I went to dish the food. He asked for a little quantity. I smiled. Everything was going according to plan. A little food to leave space for the dessert. I was to be the concluding dish to the main meal.
After he had eaten, I noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off me. I switched from my white bulb to the blue bulb and joined him on the bed. We were at the appointed time. I leaned in to rest my head on his shoulder. I noticed how broad it was. If I had two heads, it would comfortably fit it. He started to stroke my hair. I was in heaven. I closed my eyes and I could hear his erratic heart beat. His heart beat was not enough to confirm if he was gay or straight. I had to feel the rod to be 100 percent sure. Rigid said straight, flaccid said gay.
As he turned to whisper in my ears, simultaneously my hand moved lower, and lower till I felt it. Then I heard him,
‘Baby, I have to go’.
By pharm Nayna Esione