Bimbo

*Inserts headphones*

*Double clicks iTunes*

*Clicks search box*

*o m o p a *

*Double clicks track*

*Scrolls down and clicks repeat track item*

*Intro beat*

*Nods head*

*Doze off*

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The sound coming from the sitting room told me it was morning. Duh!

Why didn’t they come to wake me? Oh, I told momsi I would be working late. Last night was sick. Last night.....Yes, last night was sick. There was this girl. And plenty booze, grass, food etc. I told momsi I was working out late but I went for a GF’s house party. I need to tell Wumi her party was the best I’ve ever been to in a while. Where she find those babes self? Wumi is a very close friend. We’ve known each other since secondary school. She is what I will call a female me. Thank God CU didn’t change her. I think she’s a stronger version of me. I can’t go to CU. No no... Not the normal ‘they will expel me BS’ people say about. (Like they are the ones paying the school fees). I can’t go to CU cos I will be fully converted. I’d be the born again I’m running from. Wumi however went, hibernated and came back sane to me. I see her experience as a ‘behind enemy line spy operation’. I love that girl. Wumi did a get together. Her folks were out, only Aji (her brother and my ex class mate) was around. I got to the house around 8 p.m. as Wumi told me to come help her plan the night. I got there and met something I did not expect (well from someone I thought CU had tamed a bit). The house was in its version of sin city. Cartons of drinks stacked high in the kitchen. And the vegetable.... Damn!!!!!!!!!!!! What didn’t I see. Psycho babe even labelled it.

 ayemowa, avalon, Even vegetable from Enugu!!!!!!!!!!

 Ahhhh...Wumi.... what did CU do to you. Then the syrup. Plenty of CHOWables in beef, fish and etc. This was going to be fun. We went to get ice for the drinks and picked a few things. I saw a few friends at Ebeano and told Wumi I would meet her later. Na so we go siddon for water side to ‘take just one bottle’.

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*phone alarm*

*checks time*

Shit!!!. 12am ke?  (setting random alarms is a way I check in with reality). Fuck. How did I spend that much time here? Wumi is going to kill me. In short Wumi has killed me. I yarn my friends the low down of the house p. They wanted to go clubbing but at the mention of ‘free booze’. We got moving immediately . Getting back to the house, the street was littered with cars. What is Wumi doing? The guard lets us in and I rush my steps to the door. The door opening brought the best view I ever saw. Even now, the image is bringing an excitement south of my head. Smoke rushed to get a whiff of fresh night breeze. It looked like a script from a cult initiation. Not the ones in 9ja unis. Those frat ones you see in movies. Babes, booze, smoke, and the best part.

Few boys...

Ok, we found out the boys were playing FIFA upstairs. This kind of hell downstairs and boys are in video game heaven. I just can’t get it.

I pray not to.

This is my own sin. I troop in with my friends. And the looks we got were enough to make a bunny’s skin boil. Just picture a rabbit walking into a lion’s den. (Horny rabbit). The look of predators all around me made me shy at first but no... This is a good moment to feed my eyes. So stare back at lots of predators I did. Moving my eyes back and forth, I had just caught sight of her before...

‘ANIMASHAUN!!! You this useless boy!!! Where the fuck?’

‘Wumi, wait...’

‘Wait what ‘

*slap*

*Dodge*

*Push*

*I quickly hold her hands to steady myself*

Wumi has got more weight than I and enjoys her version of letting me know I’m skinny.

 I tell her what happened. She shakes her head and eases up.

‘Oloshi ni e in one word. O ni use rara’.

‘I know, Wumi, walahi I know’.

*iWink*

‘Come and meet someone’.

Wumi drags me to meet her BF.BF? This stupid girl didn’t tell me she had a BF. I shook hands with him, wash ourselves a bit. Ask him a few questions (to know what he sees Wumi as). I like him. I give Wumi the look and she smiles. I approve of him. Don’t get me (us) wrong. My approval has no bearing on her choice or whatever, but all’s well when your friend is cool with your choice not so.

Then I see her again. She was a slim, dark and .... No, that’s not her. Same hair do... That one wasn’t dark, she was thick and a little fair. Almost my colour. But then this light could mislead someone. I describe her to Wumi and she asks

‘Ayo, can you see how many girls are here’

‘Wumi, she has hair like that lepa over there’

 ‘What!!? Her? I thought ...’

‘No, not her, olodo. Same hair do...’

‘Ohh...Thats Bimbo’.

Bimbo!?!?!? Of course she is. I don’t know about you but most of the Bimbos I know are the definition of endowed. I love Bimbos...

‘There, look at her’, Wumi pointed.

Yes!

That’s my Bimbo.

‘What’s her 411?’

Mischief in eye, Wumi replies;

‘Let’s say she’s who I want to be. And she’s an addiction, eat slowly’.

 Bimbo was dancing with a couple of other girls and she looked to be having serious fun.

‘I’m pos to go there actually?’ I ask Wumi.

*ijebu woman laugh*

I hate that laugh of Wumi.

‘Noo oo, she will come and meet you’.

‘Ehn, but Wumi I don dey shy. I no fit enter that place'.

‘You?  Shy? Ayo? really? It’s me you are talking to o’.

‘Walahi, Wumi, I dey shy nowadays. No dull am’.

‘Iwo lomo. I’m gone’.

 She raises her hand to signal the discussion is finished. She leaves me there looking at her leaving. Hiss stupid girl, how will I

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Bimbo was looking my way. I couldn’t even say hi. Wave? This babe is fineeeee. I look away and form noticing other things. I steal another look her way and she’s busy enjoying herself. I free and go find some veggie to cool down with. I bring out my tool and proceed to make my fun bliss.

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*tap tap*

‘Excuse me? Are you Twisted?’

‘No, I’m Ayo. Twisted is asleep right now’.

*confused look*

Bimbo came to talk with me and the first thing I say leaves her confused. *cuss words* this isn’t going well. This isn’t how I saw this scene. I was ...

‘I’m Ayo’

‘Oh, *still confused*, that babe said your name is ...’

‘Ignore that whatever, tsup’ (pronounced  ‘t + sup’)

‘Your stuff has gone out’

She hands me my tool. Duh! The roll had gone out. I excuse myself from the kele I was dancing sorry grinding with and go find my bag. I change the pipe and give her back. She takes it with a ‘thanks’ and leaves. I go to find my kele when she stops me with a

 ‘I can’t roll’

*since when? I mean, I saw you rolling some mins back.*

‘Oh, okies... lemmi help you’

She smiles thanks and we go back to sit. Sitting down close to me to see how I did it confirmed what I thought. She clearly knew how to roll. Even better than me. I could see her busting with instructions she kept hidden behind eyes that looked like this was her first time. She saw me looking at her. And knew I knew. I kept my gaze on her, impressing her with not looking at what my fingers were doing. She kept her eyes on me to say ‘she did that all the time’ I look behind her. She looks back and I quickly glance at what my fingers were doing.

Quickly focus my eyes to her boobs before she turns to face me. What beautiful cleavage. I def can look down on them and approve of what I saw. I thought ‘amen’.  The smile on her lips told me I wasn’t fast enough with my trick. Fuck you. I finish rolling and get the tool ready. I place it in her hand; show her how to hold it and sit back to watch her. I was impressed. She got to it quickly enough. Her drags were impressive. Not many guys could fill a large bottle in few drags. (I’m not yet talking sexual by the way. it’s just sounding that way).

We start talking and getting to know each other. Mostly paying the game of who caves first while sending all the body signals to show interest. We lit roll after roll and got down to seeing what people were doing. Soon, we were shoulder to shoulder laughing at a guy mime ‘Take banana till u go yo’

‘The banana won’t now be sweet’, she blurts out

0_o

‘How would you know?’, I reply after some silence.

‘I know this things’

‘That one self dey. Another way of saying that could be you’ve tasted his banana before abi?’

‘Maybe’

‘Be’

‘What?’

‘Nothing. I was greeting you’

‘You weren't’

‘So I was?’

‘Thinking something else’

‘Something else? I’m thinking about you’

‘What about?’

Silence

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Tell her joo

‘I just took your bra off in my head’

‘About time... I thought you didn’t know how to’

‘I like my chicks tickled’

Silence

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‘I like and appreciate a good tease’

‘That’s my only sin’

‘You have many sins o Ayo’

‘Now you see why Christ died for me’

‘You are just twisted’

Silence

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Awkward silence

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We look at each other and we kiss....

(You know when you went to some party you went to and you saw a boy/girl you wanted to take home, and somehow you both ended up kissing during the party. That’s how it was.)

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Silence

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More... I had to have more.....

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Her mouth tasted of nectar**

Then riding the crescendo as the kiss gets harder....Bliss.

‘Ayo, ku ise o’

Wumi, screw her. I’m not breaking this.

‘Did something happen between you and her?’ Bimbo asked (still kissing)

‘I wish’

‘*smiles* few girls want to hear a guy they are kissing say that’

‘That’s why I like you’

‘So which is it? You have a GF or not’

‘*smile* you have something against doing someone’s BF?’

‘*smile*’

I stop to look around and remember which of the spots would be free atm.

‘Come let’s walk.’

She gets up, pulls her skirt lower and follows me outside. It’s quite cold by this time and I know it. I take her to the side entrance of the house. It has a small stair and we sit.

(If you are wondering why I left the bedrooms in the house, its cos I .... nah, I don’t have to tell you why I chose outside. Bimbo knows so fuck it).

I discovered this staircase make out position through my Ex. The guy sits on a stair level above the girl. It allows for good cuddling. I like it cos it’s outside and cold so perfect for ‘draw nearer’.

“‘Play the weather’”, my school father taught me.

We start kissing immediately we are set into position. The position allows me kiss her and roam my hand into her small gown while the other hand went to her cold laps. Running hands on her cold skin to warm her is one trick. At the same time, she’s in a position to feel the rise of Bashir. Freeing my hand to hold her head in a position to trail my tongue down her neck, I move the other inner down south. She pushes my hand away gently. I back off and wait to see her next move. She arches her back. I stop the kiss. Remove my hands altogether. And signal us to our feet. I pin her back to the wall and start to push her gown up. This time I get to the mountain. She moves her leg farther and my index finds reason to trace the outline and map out the mountain range. Big puffy lips spread over. I use my teeth to pull her gown down at her breasts and get a face full of her bosom. Bimbo. You can never go wrong with a Bimbo. The warmth coming from her volcano told my finger to put slight pressure on the mountain range and trace its aisle further. The look on her eyes told me where, when and how to stroke it. Her stifled attempts to moan made me want her so so much. Bashir nods yes. And she feels it. She smiles. 

‘lemmi meet Bashir’

I pull my shorts (guys, very good house party and beach decision) down faster than fast and leave the rest to her. She rubs one hand on Bashir still covered with my tight cotton boxers. She rubs the head shyly, and then traces the shaft. I keep my stirrings to myself. She finally puts her hand inside and grab him balls and all.

Atta girl!!! Go for it.

She pulls the boxers down and ‘borns’ Bashir into the cold airy night of the world. She runs her hand round his head, down his body and ends at his balls. Bashir nods in acknowledgement. (ashewo ni Bashir).

‘He likes you’

‘I know’

‘Of course you do’ I think as I slip one hand shyly inside her.

Her moan was put back into the process. Tantricity. This was good news. We stood in close embrace playing with each other while kissing. A perfect cycle without pleasure loss. Her knees shook a couple of times and I absorbed her juice with my fingers. Calming and massaging at other times. Bashir nodded again. And we stopped. Look at each other. She smiles, goes down and meets Bashir at eye level. Then meeting my eyes, she took him in her mouth. It was a scene I couldn’t look away from. (The way *** entered *** in ****).The sanity of the moment was embedded in the sex our eyes were having while her mouth ministered to Bashir. Maybe she was trying to convert him.
She convinced him.

She loved him.
She licked him.
Hard.
Soft.
This caress.
That ball.
The other. 
My lollipop stick.
The tongue tornado.

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Watching the shout out on Bashir for a while I started to envy her. She was doing the giving. I smiled, squeezed her nipples and brought her to her feet. She looked at me with a grin and kissed me ‘what you people call passionately’. Her kiss felt warm and salty. I smile, slip out of her kiss. Trail my way to her neck; feel her pulse beat through her neck, down to her nipples. I fix my mouth around the left and suck it. I rub my hand round the other nipple careful not to touch it. I run tornadoes round the other nipple, play mock bites, wrap lips around it and bite down. I now face the right breast. I start from the valley and take round spiral trips up to the nipple. I take two round trips round it and don’t land on the nipple. I blow air on it and lick round it gently.

Bimbo pushes my head. Cue to focus on the right nipple. I give in to her push but at the last moment, move my tongue away from the nipple to her breast. I fine tune the other nipple in the way. Finally, I continue my journey down south, leaving the nipple in the cold air. She reaches for it with her hand. I was expecting that. I catch her hand before she move it far, pin it to the wall. Tentatively (what does this word mean) touching the tip of my tongue to places on her body was hard with the gown. Finally, I straighten up, kiss her and go back to the breast.

I start with the left again while squeezing the right. Letting it swell more in the cold air. I jump ship mid routine, land few paces to the right nipple and.

Tongue her right nipple. I feel the rush of the blood in the budding tip and Bimbo lets out a sigh/moan pushing more of her breast in. I could swear she was lactating.

Oyan ye dun gaan. Oyan aye. Oyan to shan.

I pull off from her nipple and she tries pushing me back onto it. I struggle against her resistance and look into her eye. We both know what’s coming next. I go down on one knee and inhale. The sweet aroma of musk, sex, and juice had bashir nod.

(Yes, I know you are there brov, wait your turn ogbeni)

I put one finger in and trace my way to her button. I then search for the one outside. There. With one finger on the inside button. My tongue moved in to find its way to a special place.

‘Ayo!!!!!!’

I was almost there. I could just flick my tongue and touch it. Give her some giving. Give her some release. Thing is Wumi calling me at that moment reminded me of something she said earlier.

‘She’s an addiction, eat slowly’

I decided to save this meal.

Why is Wumi looking for me right now tho? Wumi you get bad timing Walahi.

I scramble to my feet pulling my shorts along. Bimbo has this look. I smile. Gently pull her thong back in place and kiss her forehead.

‘We will finish this another time’.

‘We should’.

Her sarcastic tone tells me I aint getting that peppered snail again. She ignores my advance for a parting kiss and pushes me off.

‘What kind of stupid tease are you self’?

I keep quiet and walk with her to the front of the house. It’s some minutes past four. We find Wumi and she whispers to Bimbo. Bimbo thanks her and goes upstairs without even looking at me. Wumi asks me ‘what happened’ with her eyes. I tell her ‘laters’ and go find myself a roll. I see the skinny girl with the same hairdo and said hey. She’s drunk and about to pass out. No. No drunken girls.

I see Bimbo come down with a bag and try to say something but she brushes me off.

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...............in JESUS mighty name we pray

Momsi and Shola just finished fellowship. I’m in no mood to go to church but today was the last Sunday of the month, and our church’s 10^th year anniversary. I struggled with my hangover and sad state. 

Hmm. That Binta babe is ministering. Missed her performance. It was at an end. I like scoping her tits.

I climb the stairs as the MC was telling the crowd to put their hands together for that beautiful rendition from ... ‘...Bi... Adegoke.’ Hmm, I always thought she was Ibo.

All this stairs to enter church self.

‘....beautiful daughter .......’.

*Climb climb*.

‘........of our Pastor and .......’

*climb*

‘.....Pastor......’

*Sees tall MC*

‘..... Mrs. Adegoke......’

With

*applause*

Binta leaving the stage in a blue checkered shirt and grey pants going off stage (her ass has gotten bigger) .

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Church is over but I’m waiting behind with momsi. She wants me to see pastor before I leave for NYSC. I see my friend Osas and together, we wait for our pastor to finish with the Adegokes.

 Pastor Adegoke: ‘Thank you very much sir for the opportunity. Once again, we really appreciate it.’

My Pastor: ‘Young girl, beautiful voice there, when are you going back?’

Young girl: ‘September  Sir’.

Me: ‘.......the party sick men. Get one babe wey i meet self, but she....’

Pastor: ‘Ok, mummy here will see you before you go.’

Young girl: ‘Thank you sir’.

That voice, I turn to look at who it was coming from. Reconnecting and disconnecting with audio packets in my brain. How could it be. How now. It was Binta that sang. She was right there in front of me. Wearing the same blue checked shirt, grey pants and a satellite hat.  Bible in one hand.

Me:‘Osas! Thats the girl from the p last night’ I whisper as I’m looking at Bimbo look at me with that smile I'd come to like.

Osas:‘Bimbo? Omo pastor Adegoke?’