Bitter Sweetness

Episode 4

The house was very full by evening. We had
a lot of guests. Uncle D was just made the
new chairman of the trade union to the
place where he sold his wares. That was
what they were preparing for all along.

I was later told that they did not intended to
serve cooked food but just drinks and
drilled meat which they later left to take
care of. The two girls from the day of my
arrival were back today but not alone this
time. They came with their parents. Uncle
D was a brother to their mum. It was
looking to be a very busy afternoon and I
had to assist in getting things going.
Onyinye had been ever normal after the
incident at the kitchen and nothing showed
I had touched her in the manner I did. She
had even sent me on a few errands herself
and on most occasions maintaining eye
contact. She was an absolute mystery to
me. It was a whole new situation for me
being used to finding girls as utterly
predictable. I still looked forward to seeing
more of these escapades between us but I
was once more becoming too scared to
initiate the move. She was making things
sweet and also terribly scary. All I could do
now was continuously beat my stick
countless times a day while fantasizing
additional scenes that could have possibly
followed the ones I have witness but those
would never be enough. I needed to F**K
Onyinye and my continuously lessened
wariness for being caught by Uncle D was
only adding coal to the burning fire.

As the guests began saying their goodbyes
and walking out of the door, Onyinye
instructed me to begin packing up the
cups. once again, she was exhibiting
complete freedom with me. I did as
instructed and headed for the bedroom
with the remnants of served drinks. I
hardly had had any reasons to step into
their bedrooms although that was majorly
the case with Onyinye. I had to drop the
drinks and that had to be in her bedroom
until she was free enough to find a more
appropriate place for them. Of course no
one was there as all other persons were at
the living room assisting the guests. I
found a free corner just in front of her
standing giant mirror and bent over to
drop them but just then, I received a hard
slap against my butt! I was so shocked by
the incident that I practically jumped out of
my skin and almost dropped one of the
bottles I had. Then came this hysterical
laughter from Onyinye! She was the one
who slapped my butt0ckz again for as many
times that same day. I quickly recomposed
myself even though I was aware that she
must have sensed my earlier unease.

“Fright night” she muttered trying to turn
away and head out of the room but I
caught up with her and grabbed her butt0ckz
cheeks again. This time giving her a very
firm sq££ze! She wriggled her body in a
feigned attempt to break loose while
holding unto my strong arms. I pushed her
closer to my groin while pushing my now
burning J0yst!ck against her bubble butt0ckz. They
felt so soft and warm against my clothed
J0yst!ck. “You are ruffling me up. The guests
are still here. My dress must not be
rumpled” was all she said as I reluctantly
let her go. I was still fighting to utter a
word. I needed to ask her when it shall be.
When she would let me get in-between
those fleshy cheeks of hers. I needed to ask
her but I lacked the courage. I always felt
defeated by the age difference. It seemed
she would always have to make the first
move!

Later that night, I stayed up so late. I kept
playing several scenes in my head. I could
not figure out what exactly follows from
here. No one would claim she is not up to
something, but she has not given the
express invite to think I should now step up
my game. What if all she was interested in
doing was having us (or just me) touch
ourselves (or her)? What if she just loved
the game of s£duct!on? Getting men to the
point of ultimate arousal until their cocks
practically burst free with Pour! What if
that was her game? Who was I to bring in a
new game plan. She was the mistress here
and not giving out a direct invite to me to
F**K her silly meant I was only going to
keep on with my many assumptions.

And there was Uncle D who has been completely
in the dark about all this. If he ever found
out, I wonder whose cup of tea it would
eventually be. I had so many thoughts and
questions going through my head and I
slept off without having answers to any.