2nd Avenue – The Sexcapades of Pamela: Too Improbable to be Real

Few days after my encounter with Tony and his fake bank alert promise, I summon the courage and moved on.

        As God will have it, I later received a call from a long friend who was in Lagos, visiting.

         I quickly put myself together wearing a short, sexy and revealing gown to meet him up. He now looks rich and cute. One hour later, we were both under the duvet sweating like Christmas goat.

        “It’s a long time I slept with someone who’s agile in bed like you,” Andy said as he used a face towel to wipe sweat off his body.

        “Really?” I asked, bemused, pleased that I had satisfied him. You’re something else. I wish we can just go on and on doing it forever.

        “No!” I protested. It was good, of course, pretence. I had earlier on told him I would go out with him on the condition that he would take me back home. But having experience again what it meant to be properly fucked, I did not want to go home. I wished we could just remain locked in each other’s arms till the following day. But I couldn’t just accept to stay like that as that would have made me look cheap before him.

        He needed to persuade me to make me stay.

        “Come on baby, you’re one great babe and I have enjoyed every second spend with you.

        “But I have to go home now,” I said feigning seriousness.

        He spend the next few mints persuading me to stay and telling me how grateful he would be, if I did/

        “What do you mean?” I asked

        “I will take very good care of you,” he said.

        As if to prove what he had just said, he opened the wardrobe, brought out a black suitcase and opened it. Neatly arranged were several rows of wads of naira notes of N1000 denominations.

        “Jesus!” I muttered softly. I was dazed by the sight of the money. I could not remember when last I saw so much money. Andy took a bundle and carelessly tossed it at me. I caught it mid air.

        N500k! Gratefully, I put it in my bag even though I would have loved to have all the money. Briefly, I thought of the so many things I could do with such money.

        He didn’t need to persuade me any further. The money had finally driven the nail home.

        “What kind of business do you do?” I asked, suddenly wondering where he could have gotten such a huge amount of money.

        “You want to know?”

        “Yes.”

        “Assorted businesses, I deal in motor spare parts, second hand deep freezers and refrigerators and stuff like that. By the time you get close to me, you’d understand my kind of business.”

        He called the bar and ordered for several bottle of Hennessy and mixers. While we drank on, we gisted and generally felt more at home with each other’s company.

        After we had both been properly liquored up, we went for each other, tearing off the flimsy garments on us. I could not hide the delight in me as my mouth covered his enormous manhood. I began to give him the blow job of his life. He groaned and moaned in ecstasy, nearly pulling off my hair in the process.

        “God! I’ve… never…been…been.. sucked like this before,” he moaned aloud.

        I was very wet by the time he pushed the massive head of his dick into my vagina. His penis was invitingly big and I spread my legs to welcome it. He banged me with a force that was out of this world. Driven on by the alcohol, we fucked on tirelessly until we both came convulsing violently.

        “I love you, Pamela.” He said. You too improbable to be real.”