"Knock, knock, knock"
The knock on my door was loud enough, but I kept mute, waiting for whoever was at the door to speak first.
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At Umuchima where I live, it is an intuitive rule not to respond whenever someone knocks on your door, until you are certain who he or she is, after they must have said their name or anything. This is a security measure because the area is known for the frequent unsolicited visits of hungry police men and armed cultists.
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The visitor knocked again, but I still didn't say anything, then she spoke and immediately, I realized it was Rose.
Rose: Hello Charles, it's me Rose. Are you in? Please open the door.
My heart suddenly started pounding fast as if I had just finished a 300m national racing competition. This was because Rose was the last name on my imaginary list of prospective visitors.
Let me tell you a little about her, then you will understand why my heart was failing.
Rose was the concrete representation of beauty. No! In fact she was more beautiful than beauty itself.
She was light-complexioned and had a slightly oblong face with dimples that were revealed even without a smile. Her busts were voluptuous and large enough to serve as pillow to anyone fortunate to have them in custody. She had a perfect feminine body shape with curvaceous hips that had a reputation for turning people's heads.
I won't describe her backside, to save you from "psychological sin." But understand the fact that she had all possible physical endowments. Did I add that she was tall too?
Rose moved into my lodge two weeks ago, not into a vacant room, but to cohabit with her boyfriend, Emeka, who was a notorious cultist, and unfortunately, my next door neighbour too.
There was an atmospheric change in my lodge the day she moved in. Everyone knew, in one way or the other, that there was an "unusual" presence in the lodge. While she became the object of mental gratification for most loosed guys — of course they can not do more than think of her because approaching her would be the quickest of one thousand ways to die. Emeka would ensure that even their corpse is mutilated — the self controlled moral guys, like me, in the lodge could do no more than sigh heavily, wondering why one lady would possess all the attributes of being beautiful and attractive.
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I stood up from my bed. With shaky hands, I headed for the door. I was on a pair of blue boxers and a snow-white sleeveless shirt. It was a hot Saturday afternoon and I had just had a bath because I found heat so repulsive.
Me: J-just a moment Rose.
I turned the key, opened the door, and there she was, standing in front of the door with hands slightly folded to support her fully ripe bosom. She was wearing a body-hug top that revealed both her tantalizing upper shape and an ample part of her cleavage. Her flowery skirt was way above her knees and it was almost transparent that I could tell, without any element of doubt, that the colour of what she wore underneath was black and wasn't firm on her waist at all.
Me: H-h-hi R-rrose, g-good afternoon. (I stammered because her appearance was too much information for me to digest at once).
Rose: Good afternoon Charles. How are you?
Me: I'm very fine, yes, very fine, thank you.
Rose: Why are you talking so fast? Hope all is well?
Me: Yeah, a-all is well. And how are you?
Rose: I am fine o, just that I am bored. I have been indoors all alone since yesterday.
Me: W-w-what about Emeka? Is he not in?
Rose: If he were in I won't have said I was indoors all alone. (eyed)
Me: I'm s-sorry.
Rose: Emeka travelled yesterday and I don't know when he will be back.
Me: I see.
Rose: You are interrogating me without even asking me to come in. Or don't you want me to come in?
Me: Aaah, no o, of course not, p-please come in.
I knew at this moment that my village people had finally remembered me and had sent a representative.
"Whatever her plan is, if God doesn't practically come down to save me, she will be one hundred percent successful." I thought.
She cat-walked into the room, while I was lost trying to figure out if I was hallucinating or if what was happening was real.
Rose: Wow! Your room looks so nice. I love these paintings.
I regained myself.
Me: Oh, thanks.
I then locked the door.
Me: Please si....
Before I could finish saying "sit" while pointing at my chair, she had already sat on my bed.
Me: Uuhmm, please what should I offer you?
Rose: Well, I'm okay. I just need your company. I'm really bored in that room, and you know there's no light.
"Did I hear her clearly? Or was I beginning to make out words she didn't say?"
And then the name struck me, like the whip of an irate soldier-man. I staggered backwards and almost choked on my own saliva. "Emeka!!!"
Rose: Are you all right dear?
Me: Y-yeah, no, yes dear, I-I (clears throat) I am fine.
Rose: Ok o.
She adjusted herself on the bed, with legs slightly apart, revealing — I don't know.
Rose: Ehen, what is that thing you used to play, that sounds so lovely?
Me: Oh, you mean clarinet?
Rose: So it is called clarinet. It sounds so nice o. The first time I heard you play it, I fell in love with it, and probably with the player too.
Me: Really? Thanks o.
I had said 'thanks' before I fully comprehended what she just said.
My heart skipped a beat. I could no longer understand how I felt. The feeling was a blend of slight elation and freezing fear.
I was so scared.
"What if Emeka got back right now from wherever he went? What exactly does Rose want from me? Why am I passing through this today? Is it because I didn't pray long enough this morning?"
I could only wish I had answers to these questions.
It was the touch of two round fleshy substances at my back that brought back my consciousness. I turned around only to see Rose standing right in front of me. This time around, our lips were so close and she was standing with her breasts resting confidently on my chest — she was a bit taller than me — making me feel the succulency of her bosom. I froze!
Rose: You know Charles, when I first saw you, a part of me got attracted to you immediately. But after I heard you play that clarinet, I have not been able to stop thinking of you. And I know you admire me too, just like everyone does.
Me: Eemm, em, Ro-oose, Rose, I don't under-understand whaa....
She planted her lips in mine before I could finish. I was beginning to melt. I felt her tongue cuddle mine, but I managed to draw back and broke free from the mouth-lock.
Me: Rose, please, let's n-not do this (I said while my heart was pounding really fast).
Rose: There's no problem dear. I like you and I know you like me too. Moreover, Emeka has travelled, so don't be scared.
While she was speaking, she was also gradually taking off her top.
Me: Oh jeez! (I whispered), what is this??
I was struggling hard within me to remain calm, especially not to get a phallus, but every part of my body seemed to be disobeying my bidding.
She moved close again. Her top and bra were lying idly on the floor. She grabbed me and got me locked up in what I can call a bear-hug. Oh no! I can't describe the chill that went down my spine.
Then I remembered what my fellowship president always tell us "Resist the devil and he will flee from you."
Me: I resist, I r-resist (suddenly the words changed). I can't resist you.
Rose: I know you can't resist me dear. Just let it be. Let's enjoy ourselves. You may not get this opportunity again.
She took off my white shirt while I stood helplessly like the statue at SEET roundabout.
She made for my boxers but I grabbed her hand. Unfortunately, she had already felt my wood.
Rose: Charles don't try to be stubborn. See you're hard already. Believe me you will enjoy it.
With that she took off her skirt, leaving only what I considered too tiny to be called pantie.
She started toward me like a determined gladiator and pushed me to fall on the bed. I don't know how I became so lightweight that I fell outright with my back on the bed.
Before I could say Jack Robinson, she was on top of me, now completely unclad and was trying hard to take off my boxers.
The devil is a liar!
She reached into my boxers and grabbed my phallus, and was trying to — I don't know — when suddenly there was a series of heavy bangs on the door.
Emeka: Open this door right now!!! I know you are in there Rose! Charles if I count one to three and you don't open this door, you are toast!!!
I died.
Written by:@chidera
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Disclaimer: Original artwork does not belong to me, I give full credits to Girly_o art for such an awesome job