“Why are you here?” I squinted at Dolapo, my eyes heavy with sleep.
My best friend was standing at my doorway, looking pretty in a sleeveless pink tank top, fitted sky blue jeans and black leather ankle boots. Bold red lips and a short blonde wig completed her look.
“Oh, hun!” she breezed past me, chewing loudly. “It’s barely 7pm and you’re already in your PJs. We need to get you a life.”
“But I have a life!” I objected with a grimace, shutting the door before following her into what served as my sitting room and bedroom. It was small – the room – with just enough space for a sofa, a 26-inch TV set, a fridge, a built-in wardrobe, and a bed stand.
“Oh, not again! Money Heist. Pfft! Please, woman!” Dolapo said, staring at the TV screen as she reached for the remote on the sofa to turn it off.
“Haba! Dolapo! I was watching that,” I said. We both knew that was a lie. I had planned to spend the entire weekend binging on season two, starting from this night, but I had had a hard day at work and started dozing off almost as soon as I sat in front of the TV.
“No, darling! You weren’t.” She gave me a wry look and headed for my wardrobe. “There are more interesting things to do on a Friday night.”
“Like?” I laid on the bed, propping myself up on an elbow as I watched my friend rummage through my clothes. “Clubbing?”
She stopped chewing, gave me a long, hard stare and said, “Who said anything about clubbing?”
“Well, you look like you’re going clubbing,” I said.
“No, boo! I am not!” she resumed her chewing, and with a hand, swept through my clothes rack. She picked out a small black dress and held it out in front of her, admiring it. “Hmmm! I like this one.”
“Again, why are you here, Madam?”
“It looks so perfect.” She ignored my question for the second time and placed the dress on the bed. “Wear this. We’ve got a birthday party to attend.”
“Ugh!” I groaned.
“Chop chop! Up you go!” she pulled me up and pushed me towards the bathroom. “Go freshen up.”
An hour later, we lay naked, spent, spread and sweating on the bed, not in the least ready for a birthday party.
“What are you thinking?” Dolapo asked, idly playing with strands of my hair matted on the pillow. She was lying flat on her chest, but her face was turned towards mine. I could feel her warm, fresh breath on my cheek as she spoke.
Slowly, she began to nibble on my left ear, teasing and tickling with her tongue and teeth. Then with even slower motions, she caressed one of my pointed tits and then the other with her right hand.
“Nothing!” I responded, trying to ignore the throbbing between my thighs and staring fixedly at a spot on the ceiling. I was still not sure how I felt, even though my loud screams and moans a few seconds ago would seem to suggest otherwise.
She was my best friend and I had never been with a woman. Yet, here I was with her, naked in bed. How could it be? Weren’t we just trying out dresses and getting ready to go out? Was it the pillow fight or was it the teasing over bra sizes?
“Are you sure?” my friend’s voice tickled against my ear. Her hand had now moved from my boobs to my navel and down to my thighs.
I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for that tingling sensation that had made me scream earlier. Nothing. I felt nothing, I heard nothing either, except for the creaking of the spring mattress as Dolapo moved around.
What was she up to? I opened my eyes, surprised to see her clean shaved, wet, glistening cunt in my face, her labia just inches away from my nose. It smelt and looked so good, all I wanted to do was ravage it, but I held back.
She was on her hands and knees, each knee astride my waist, with her butt now grinding slowly into my face.
Her lips touched my navel gently, before moving to the small mound of hair between my thighs. She was tender - soft and tender - licking and sucking on my warm juices, before sliding a finger, and another, then a third knuckle deep inside me.
“Yes, please!” I moaned, closing my eyes again and arching my back.
I fed on her p*ssy, her slick, warm juices trailing down my mouth to my clavicle. Squirming, I moaned some more, feeling her fingers push deeper inside me, even as she started to suck on my cl*t again.
It was more than I could bear. I squealed in pleasure, writhing and shivering as I did so.
“Yes, Dolapo! Right there!” I moaned, my voice muffled by her soft, wet p*ssy in my face.
She stopped, withdrawing her fingers for a moment, before sliding them in again.
To be continued ...