We had no lectures on the Monday that followed but I got dressed for school and left home. I stopped at the soccer viewing center just two streets away from the house. There were other guys and we chatted as we watched highlights of the weekend’s matches. I chose to sit close to the entrance so I could monitor the road. Mrs Olu would surely take that route to her shop.
After almost two hours at the viewing center, Mrs Olu finally passed on a bike. It was time for me to return home. I had to act smart whenever I needed a lone time at home. Each time I tell her I’m not going to school, Mrs Olu found a reason to stay home too. Then we’ll fuck until we’ve lost our breath. I told Titi to come around by noon time already. Mrs Olu would be long gone by then. Everything just worked according to plan. I was home alone by 11am. I bought some fuel and switched on the small power generator. There’s been a power outage for over twenty-four hours in the district.
Titi came in just a few minutes before noon. I slotted my favorite musical videos selection into the DVD player and we watched together. As we watched, Titi brought a suggestion. She wanted us to do something we’ve never done before. “Do you have any suggestions?”, she asked me. I didn’t say a word. Instead, I got up and told her to give me a few minutes. Then I returned with a medium sized bottle of Calypso coconut liquor. My friends and I called it Sweet Poison. It’s so sweet to drink until you get up to go home. Titi and I began to drink as we cuddled and watched TV. In a matter of minutes, the bottle went down way below half. I was quite sure I didn’t drink much.
“zat vidzeo ish inshreshting”, Titi said while pointing to the TV. It took me a while to realize she was trying to say “that video is interesting”. Her eyes were dimmed and sexy. I knew right away that I was in for some drama. Titi began to lose coordination as she smiled uncontrollably. She tried to say several things but no clear word came out of her mouth. She got up from the sofa as if to dance but she lost her footing. I caught her and she collapsed into my arm. She kissed me right there and we both fell back into the sofa.
It was so easy to get between Titi’s legs as she was wearing a short skirt. I shifted her thong aside and began to finger her pussy. Titi resisted and pushed my hand off. Then she got up and pulled her skirt all the way up to her big breasts. She returned to the sofa and laid on her tummy while deliberately arching her ass up. I took off my track pants with speed and climbed on top of her. My cock pointed directly at her pussy as I spread her ass cheeks apart with my hands. I lowered my waist into her until I could feel her pussy’s wetness on the tip of my dick. Titi thanked me as my cock began to tear through her wetness. “Oh yesss! That dick is all I need in this life”, she said as I went deeper.
Titi was drunk and I was tipsy too. We fucked on the sofa until we both passed out. For the very first time, I emptied my sperm deep inside Titi’s vagina. I woke up about two hours later to find out my limp cock was still inside Titi’s pussy. It was all wet and messy so I decided to get up and clean up. As I removed my dick from Titi’s pussy, I felt some friction. My dick got hard again and I shoved it back into her messy cunt. I fucked Titi until she woke up and began to moan again. She pushed her ass up into my dick and that made me slam her harder. I was about to cum when Titi announced that she was cumming too. We came together as I gave her my seed a second time.
Titi checked the time and it was almost 5pm. We both jumped up and rushed into the shower. Mrs Olu would be back from her shop around 7pm. Meanwhile, Titi is supposed to be home before 6pm according to her dad. Titi left and I returned home to sleep.
On Tuesday morning, after the first lecture, Titi and I were hanging out and I told her of my plan. I wanted to know who Mrs Olu’s informant was. My prime suspect was Titi’s best friend, Tomi. She’s the only one who knew everything about me and Titi. Tomi has tried flirting with me a couple of times but I always acted naive. Tomi and other students soon joined us. Titi borrowed Tomi’s phone as if to make a call with it. Then she passed it to me so I quickly dialed Mrs Olu’s phone number on it. I wasn’t surprised when “T-Mum” popped up on the screen. That’s her way of writing Tunde’s mom.
We all went our separate ways after the last lecture of the day. On my way home, I hatched a plan for how to deal with Tomi.
To be continued…