Seducing Scribbles (post numero cincuenta)

We had been friends for over a year...and in the months leading up to this we had become best friends. Or so I thought.

We met on the second day of freshers week. I always missed the first days of these things. I needed to do my registration and my doting mother, the kind but overbearing woman that she is, insisted on coming with me. It was while we stood in line waiting for our number to be called that dear mom struck up a conversation with Ugochi.

I had looked over, she was kinda cute, but I wasnt about to start chatting her up in front of mom, so I allowed it. Mom had other ideas. She chatted her up for me, told her to give me her number and marched off. We still laugh about that day.

We were nothing more than acquaintances in first year, I was attracted to her, but she had a boyfriend (the girlfriend stealing Scribbles wasn't born yet). She read some of my poetry and would tell me how her flatmate/cousin was crushing on me because she loved the way I wrote (she was cute, but she also had a boyfriend). It was cool. I couldn't afford them anyway. They were high maintenance. I was a lowly student and even if I wasn't I'm not the type to impress a woman with money. Scribbles isn't one of awon gbogbo bigz boys you see. The boyfriends were.

In second year, we begun to hang out a little more...well much more. I was her closest friend at Uni and she started to confide in me. She suspected her boyfriend was cheating on her. I was there for her. I would offer her my shoulder to cry on. It never occured to me she might want more than that.

Then one day chatting on msn, flirting shamelessly (and harmlessly I thought) as we always did, she sent me a picture of her magnificent legs. So I sent her a picture of my butt. Then she sent me a picture of her top half, topless, an arm draped lazily over her breasts. Oh. I decided to come to the conclusion(oh crap she's calling me...brb..ok ..where was I? oh right) that she was just fooling around.

I went to visit her the next day, she was in one of her mildly hysterical states, she had found more proof that he was cheating and he was doing it with reckless abandon.

We sat and watched tv in silence for awhile. She flipped through the music channels. Head on my chest, her tears soaking into my shirt. Minutes later, she raised her head, her face levelled with mine, and she kissed me.

She had thick, kissable lips and after I indulged for a few seconds, I was able to pull away. And the excuses started to roll off my tongue.

We shouldn't be doing this. You have a boyfriend, we're friends. You're vulnerable and I dont want to take advatage of you.

You're not taking advantage of me. I want this. I want you. She kissed me again. I kissed her back this time. Hard. She was sexy and from what she had told me, a freak. I took her clothes off, one item at a time, and surveyed her body, expertly, with recklessly placed kisses and strategically placed bites.

As I teased her nipples with my tongue, my lips, my teeth, my fingers slid under the waistband of her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. I slid one finger inside her, she moaned. Her skirt quickly came off and my lips joined my fingers. Her moans were deeper and more drawn out now.

I kept my tongue circling her clit, intermittently slippping deep within her, soft strokes. She was moaning louder, gasping, thrashing around, grinding into my face....I kept at it till the last wave had hit her. And then I stopped.

I sat with her for a couple of minutes, she was quiet. Michael Jackson sang "do you remember the time....". She giggled.
You're not allowed to ever sing this song to me.
Haha, I hear ya.

More silence. After a few minutes..

I should go.
What?
It's getting late, I'm going to miss the last train, I should go.
Oh...ok

And I left.

I ran into her the next day at Uni. We talked for awhile like nothing happened. Then..
Can you walk me home?
Erm, I guess

We walked in silence until..
Why did you leave in such a hurry last night?
Err, I was going to miss the train.
You could have spent the night you know.
I didnt think you wanted me to...I thought maybe last night was a mistake
No, I told you I wanted you. I was aching for chrissakes, and you just left me.
I chuckled, I'm sorry about that. Maybe I'll make it up to you today?
You had better.

I held the door open for her. She walked in and took her coat off...

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