Driving Lessons – Episode 42

Janet and I had steamy hot sex from the afternoon till later in the evening. My phone rang severally while we fucked but I never took a look at it let alone pick up. I came twice and each time Janet begged me to cum inside her but I didn’t. Each time, I poured it on her navel and boobs respectively. She even asked me to cum inside her like I did the previous time we had sex. I figured she was subtly reminding me that I’ve deposited my sperm inside her before. Well, I was ready for her to break the news whenever. I kept rehearsing my response everyday. It’s what I think of mostly when I’m in front of my mirror. It was almost 7pm when Janet decided to leave. Evening hustle opportunity for me so I got dressed too.

I planned to drop Janet off and then hunt for some passengers. Janet cut a chunk off the pizza I bought earlier. She also took a bottle of Pepsi from my fridge and that would be for the road. She munched away as I drove her home. Over time, I became so comfortable with Janet that I drove her to her gate most times. Chief and his security guard knew me too well to be raising an eyebrow. I’m sure the security guard knows what’s between me and Janet is way beyond driving lessons. If he doesn’t, then he’s the dumbest fuck I’m yet to see. Janet kissed me real quick before alighting from the car. She made me promise to call her before going to bed then she disappeared into the gate. “Oga wait!” the security guard called me.

He jogged toward my car and I rolled my window down. “Oga, na chief wan see you”, He said. I quickly parked my car beside the fence and walked in through the gate. Chief was standing at the entrance of his sitting room. “Oh Tunde, so you’re going to turn back without saying hi to me?”, chief asked. “I’m sorry sir. I had no idea you were home”, I responded. Then chief beckoned on me, “come inside, let me quickly have a word with you”, he said. I followed chief and as soon as we were seated he began. “As you can see, Janet is my only child and daughter…”. Chief didn’t finish his statement before he started coughing. His eyeballs turned white immediately.

“Chief, is everything okay?”, I asked. Chief couldn’t give me an answer. Instead, he slumped backward into his seat. Janet rushed out of her room. “What’s wrong with my father?”, she asked in a confused manner. “This is no time to explain. Call the security immediately”, I ordered Janet. II checked his pulse and he was still breathing. We got chief into the closest car to the gate which was Janet’s Toyota. Janet directed me as I sped to the hospital. Janet already phoned in to the hospital so we had nurses and a stretcher in waiting. Chief was carted away into one of the VIP wards of the hospital. Janet and I followed closely until a nurse told us we could go no further. I had to hold Janet back from creating a scene.

The doctor soon called us into his office. He recognized Janet so well but didn’t feel comfortable talking while I was there. “I’ll excuse you guys”, I said as I made for the door. Janet quickly held my wrist, “doctor, please say what it is. He is family”, she said. Then the doctor began with all the medical jargon that made life more complex. All I could deduce from his long statement was summed up in three words. Work related stress. He said chief only needed rest and will be in the hospital for some days. Chief would be observed closely until he’s certified okay. “You may go and see chief now. He’s back to consciousness”, the doctor added. “Oh, thank God”, I said as we walked to chief’s ward.

Janet got emotional and wept bitterly the moment she set her eyes on chief. “I don’t want to be an orphan yet dad”, she begged as she hugged chief on the bed. I was touched. For the first time I wondered how Janet’s mum’s died. Meanwhile, chief needed clothes and other provisions for his involuntary vacation. Janet and I left the hospital to pack a few things chief would be needing. She didn’t fail to tell me we would be working together for her father once more. We parked outside and walked through the gate. The security guard was nowhere to be found. We entered the sitting room and there was a surprise waiting for our eyes.

To be continued…

This article was written by Tunde Jones.

I am Tunde 'Bebo' Jones from Lagos Nigeria. I love my taxi driving job. I encounter a lot of passengers on a daily basis, mostly females. Some are horny while some are not but I have pledged to fuck as many as are willing. This is my diary and you're always welcome to read.

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