2nd Avenue – The Sexcapades of Pamela: Celebrating with Sex

“Hey! Holy Christ! What’s going on here?” the intruder asked obviously bewildered. Timmy lumbered on me and so I couldn’t see the face of the spectator. It was stupid of us not to have locked the door. I tried to push Timmy off me but he held on to me tightly and fucked me harder and harder. I wanted to push him again but when his dick touches that part of me that could not be tamed, I relaxed until we both came in a mighty shudder.

   It was after we had both been spent, soaked in our own sweat, that we rose from the floor. Frantically, I looked behind Timmy but the man who had come in was no longer there.

   “You didn’t lock the door. That was careless,” I challenged Timmy.

   “I got carried away, sweeties,” he said touching my face.

   “Don’t call me sweet. I’m not your sweetie. Mind you, this is the last time you’d touch me.” Timmy simply chuckled, implying that I was joking.

   I wondered if I was truly serious. I could not recount the number of occasions I had sworn I would never have sex with Timmy. I had always reneged on this. And today, I guess I was carried away by the euphoria of owning half a million naira (N500k).

   “At least my friend has the decency of going back.” Timmy said.

   Minutes later, after we had both dressed, Timmy said. “Tomorrow I will meet that Chief at the Kitchen, collect the bucks and then come over to your place.”

   “No, no, we will be there together.”

   “I thought you didn’t want to be visible in this.”

   “We’ve gone too far already. Besides, he already knew I was the one pulling the carpet off his feet.”

   “You don’t trust me, Pamela?” Timmy asked, a look of hurt on his face.

   “I’m not talking about trust. I want to witness the man’s final humiliation.”

   “How do we split the money?”

   Timmy asked. By now we had gone out to get something to eat and he was driving me back to my place.

   “Oh that,” I said. “I’ve never really given that any thought,” I lied. “We’ll sort that out tomorrow when we get the money. But just remember, the whole idea was mine. I engineered everything.”

   “And you wouldn’t have been able to carry it out without me.”

   “Let’s wait tomorrow,” I said dismissively.

   “See you tomorrow, sweetie.” He called after I had dropped from his car.

   “I’m not your sweetie,”

   As I walked into my apartment, it struck me that it won’t be easy to make Timmy take only a hundred grand out of the money…