Chelsea walked out of the senators compound undecided as to whether she should leave her father dead. It was not as if he had been part of her life anyway and the closure she was seeking, she didn’t even get.
The senator had been dodgy about all the questions. He would not tell her directly why he had left her mother or better still why he had pretended to be dead all these years. He didn’t explain why after her mother found out he was alive, she still kept his identity away from her. If anything her visit to the senator only left her more confused…and angry. She could feel her nipples hardening. Anger always left her horny.
Her phone rang, just as she was getting it out to call a taxi. Akin. Chelsea picked at the first ring, a ritual from her university days. It was a signal to Akin if she didn’t pick at the first ring. They were not allowed phones in school so there was a need for ground rules.
Chelsea had known Akin for six years. He had waited for her for six years, from university to her masters programme. They had maintained a long distance relationship while she was in the UK and she got back to meet him still waiting. Akin was her world…yet.
The voice at the other end of the line was cheerful, flirty. Akin always sounded like he was whispering into her ears in the bedroom. Sometimes she wondered whether other ladies felt the same intimacy when he spoke to them. She had never had cause to doubt him. Akin only had eyes for her.
‘How did it go?’
‘You want to talk about it?’
‘So where are you now?’
‘Was about to call my regular cab guy before your call came in’
‘Okay. just stay where you are I’m coming to get you’
‘No, you don’t have to…’
The phone went dead in Chelsea’s hands just as she heard the familiar hoot. She would have recognised it even in her sleep. Akin.
She stared at him in surprise as the car glided to her side. Akin stepped out almost before the car stopped.
‘Don’t get mad at me, I just felt you would need a shoulder to lean on and…’
Chelsea could not be mad at him even if she wanted to. She was used to Akin and his surprise stunts. Wasn’t that one reason why she was so crazy in love with him?
‘You will pay for this intrusion’, Chelsea said laughing
She could see that twinkle in his eye. He must have noticed her nipples which had taken on a life of its on.
‘Whatever you say, madam’. His response was curt, businesslike. But she knew it was a farce.
Chelsea got into the car as Akin went round and got in. He looked into her eyes, concern written all over his face.
‘Are you sure you are fine?’
Chelsea leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips. He kissed her back. She moved closer, the gear stick getting in her way. Akin cupped her face and tilted it backwards allowing more room for tongue to entwine with tongue. Chelsea let out a gasp as Akin sneaked in and rubbed his thumb over her nipples.
‘I want you’.
Akin leaned back and smiled. ‘What would have done without me. There’s this place, 5 minutes…’
Chelsea could not keep her hands off him as he drove. Her hands roamed over his thighs and higher until she could feel his hard dick. He tried to make her stop but she wouldn’t.
They arrived at the hotel and Chelsea could hardly wait for check-in.
Two minutes later they were in the room. Chelsea went straight to the bed, fully dressed. There was something about the way Akin undressed her that she couldn’t lay a finger on. It was slow, deliberate, like scene after scene of a thriller as it built up to a climax. He snapped open button after button starting from the bottom to the top. At the last button she was already crazy with desire. He put his hand under her skirt and located the mound. He dipped his hands in. She groaned to his touch as he fingered her, while kneading her breast with the other hand. She opened wider arching her back, allowing herself sail in the clouds.
The switch from his hands to his dick was less a minute of pure torture. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and entered her. And together the rode to the throes of ecstasy.
The ringing phone woke her.
Akin had reached his phone before she even had a chance to open her eyes.
He spoke cryptically into the phone. Chelsea couldn’t even make out his words. He ended the call and smiled at her.
‘We have to leave now’.
Chelsea smiled at him and rose, picking up her discarded blouse and straightening her skirt.
‘You know I was thinking…’
Akin looked up from wearing half a pair of his shoes.
Chelsea went over and kissed him on the forehead.
‘Okay, what do you want?’ Akin asked, laughter in his voice.
‘I’m ready to be your wife’.
The look on Akin’s face was a cross between shock and surprise. At that moment, Chelsea knew something was not right.