I gave him a serious look while he was busy with his android phone. He looked up, and blew me a kiss. I just watched him. I did not return the favor.<\/p>\n
“Come on babe. Don’t be too rigid.”<\/p>\n
“Who is being rigid here?” I did not smile. I let out a long hiss. I was about to leave where I sat when almighty PHCN brought back electricity. I was so excited, but didn’t show it. I turned on the lights to shed off the darkness that almost enveloped us, and headed straight for the TV set; I turned it on, as well as the DVD player (a very good distraction. I missed Jahiem). I could feel Ugochukwu’s gaze bore a deep hole right through me. He always told me how he loved my behind, especially when I bend over to pick up something (Don’t ask me what). He left the chair and headed for the bed. I stopped searching for a seasonal movie to watch, turned around and saw him there.<\/p>\n
“You aren’t supposed to sit on my bed. Please go back to the chair.” I ordered “This is my space. It’s not meant for two.” I scowled. I was irritated.<\/p>\n
“I am no longer comfortable with that chair, babe.” He stretched his hand to touch me. I shrugged \u201cYou know I really don’t like it…” He tried to explain.<\/p>\n
“So how is that my problem?” He wasn’t listening to me. “Ugochukwu. I think you have to leave now” I went straight for the door.<\/p>\n
“Why? Why should I?” The surprise on his face made me chuckle, but I did it quietly. “I can’t go out in this rain” He began to take off his shirt, button by button, and headed for my wardrobe. He found a free hanger for it. He returned and faced me. I was before him; a midget, a Lilliputian (call it whatever). He was the first huge guy I ever dated; six foot three inches. Handsome, with dreamy eyes that looked like slits cut right through the drawing of a face on cardboard. He wasn’t the kind of guy anyone would call ‘unintelligent’. He always won someone’s heart whenever there was a serious discussion; I was proud of that, but…<\/p>\n
Anyway, we began to argue, as usual; going back and forth about alcohol, the inappropriate sex positions, women and all his fake friends pushing him on a cart straightaway to hell. I was furious at him; he countered every word that came forth out from my mouth. I stepped away from him at every point, but he followed closely. His very words “Baby, I still want you” drove me to a corner; for seconds, and I reminisced on sweet memories by-and-by.<\/p>\n
“Baby, are you listening to me?”<\/p>\n
I quickly snapped out of memory lane.<\/p>\n
“Ugochukwu. Please, with all due respect, I’d really be pleased if you just take your shirt with you and leave me alone forever.” (My eyes scanned his perfect six-pack chest, down to his waistline.) Oh, how I wanted to feel them.<\/p>\n
“How do you expect me to do that!?” His voice was a bit loud. He realized this and spoke softly instead.
\n“Asa\u2019m (an Ibo word used to praise a beautiful lady) I missed you.”<\/p>\n
“Well, I don’t think I did miss you. Just leave! Now\u201d I couldn\u2019t control my faux pas annoyance<\/p>\n
“Baby, you are one lady that had the guts to tell me exactly how she feels about me…” He kept crooning and I pretended not to listen<\/p>\n
“Ugo. You just have to give me that space. I really do need it now. I need to think things ov…” His lips swallowed the ‘er’ of my last sentence. He held me tightly. I felt a chill down my spine, and goose bumps all over my body. My head began to sway. I shut my eyes tightly and pretended to wiggle my way out of his firm grip. I loved the softness of his lips (How I’ve missed them). I felt my small five foot five inches body frame sulk into his strong arms. He began to caress my back softly. I moaned without minding who might be listening. (What in the world was I thinking?) He got me stuck again. I felt a deep hunger for him.<\/p>\n
He withdrew his lips slowly from mine and kissed me again and again. My whole body tingled; I made sexy movements while he watched and kissed me on the forehead; tenderly. I was speechless. I tried to stop him with my words, but he swallowed them all. I lost myself in the sea of Ugochukwu’s wanton fondles; this drove me nuts. My temperature was rising. I knew very soon my limbs would cross continents and this long neglected love affair would be ignited by this spark of fire. I felt the pleasure, passion and the pain; all in one mix. I was angry, but not also sure why. I felt my Jericho\u2019s wall crumbling under Ugochukwu’s loud trumpet of slurping jamboree.<\/p>\n
“Ugo, Please stop” I tried to speak up, but my mouth was cupped with his left hand. My eyes popped. I looked him straight in those dreamy eyes. I felt hypnotized; then I felt my back suddenly on my bed. His weight was on me. I couldn’t breathe. One thing went through my mind; what if Ugo decided to act like a dog in heat, what would I do? I grimaced. My eyes twitched and I removed my left hand from under my own weight.<\/p>\n
I excused myself and headed for my CD player, while he headed for his \u2018ComraDe\u2019 in his wallet. I selected Jill Scott to play, while his hand crept under the pillow ready for his play. He looked at me and smiled. The room was filled with pure passion; I could sense the intensity. He summoned me with his finger, and I quickly obeyed like a shy little girl.<\/p>\n
I adjusted myself into a comfortable position; and he followed my every move. I felt his hand stroking my chest region; suddenly reached out for my twin hills. He crossed each of them with his cold tongue. He sucked on each pinnacle tenderly. I was a bit shocked and held my breath for a while. Has Ugo changed? His right hand went straight for the gate to the main building. I shivered.<\/p>\n
“Ugo…” I spoke softly. A little tear in my eyes. “You have to wash your hands before you eat, remember?”<\/p>\n
“Oh! I know, but I can’t do that now” I am very hungry.”<\/p>\n
“I know, but you have to…”<\/p>\n
He quickly ran into the bathroom. I heard the water run. The scent of my disinfectant soap filled my room. The rain was still beating roofs without mercy. I lay still on my bed and waited for his next move. I refused to concentrate on why we separated; I didn’t want to spoil the mood. Had I forgiven him? Yes! Something else struck me; Ugochukwu wasn’t reeking of cigarette and alcohol. In fact, he smelled nice. I remembered when he told me of his attempt to stop smoking and drinking. I guess he did it this time. He impressed me. The water stopped running.<\/p>\n