#MBz16 Who Wants Me Dead? Part III

“Where are you always coming from, in that direction?” Jessica asked on the tenth time we met while I was walking back to my hostel, after been usually bounced at Nancy’s door.

“My friend lives down there,” I said with a convincing look. That answer had obviously been kept in the microwave, earnestly waiting for that order. We had met while she was coming from school, just coming out of the hostel, while chilling outside her hostel, and she would sometimes just appear like she fell from the sky… Jessica eventually became a walk back home relief I usually prayed to happen. And to finally knock me off—

“Why don’t you ever want to come inside to chill with me?” sexy Jessica invited mindlessly. My mind was like: why don’t I ever want to pull off your tank top and bum shot, and unleash my frustration into you?

I smiled, “that will be cool.” Cool gini? This girl just invited the devil for dinner; her ‘pot’ would be on fire all-night! But these all started from bumping into each other; I had to be careful, walking into a set-up would be too lame for me. So, I tried to be careful and didn’t dare grab Jessica, as wild as I urged to….

Jessica: Are you serious? I actually thought you were acting a gentleman. But it all stopped when I mentioned Bimbo’s name….

Yes, that was when I knew Jessica didn’t know Nancy because Bimbo was my ex. However, I couldn’t start something with Jessica just like that because my mind was still always bringing Nancy’s angelic face — would you say I was falling in love?

Well, it all seemed like I was trying to buy my way into Heaven but Hell was invitingly open and free as I was falling more for bouncing Nancy while Jessy was passing me all the body messages to come in. (Mikell: more like what I faced in My Dark Days With Ife — #MBz02 to #MBz04)

And it was like that till an evening I took Nancy out on a Chinese date. I was sure she enjoyed herself, like I always did, but more that time because I was on the killer mission. I took plenty of wine; I needed to be a devil hammering an angel that evening, you know… but as we got to her door, Nancy did what she knew best (asides smiling, of course) and left me ‘jonzing’!

I swallowed me defeat, counted my loss and started for my room… till I met the god-sent Miss Jessica. Her boobs were pushed up into my eyes — no, I meant all I could focus my eyes on were her fresh looking and tempting to be touched sumptuous glamourous inviting… oh my oh my.

I swear I can’t remember what we said, but I know we decided to go and chill at my hostel. Did I say chill? This is the story of a tipsy guy and a horny girl… we instantly found ourselves chewing lips as soon as we entered my room. You know those very wet kisses when you are lost into the whole thing; we were just licking and nibbling on each other like hungry dogs.

My hands were on her bumbum — squeezing of course — and hers on my neck, pulling me to kiss deeper. She later pushed me to the wall, pulling off the buttons to my shirt, and just at the sight of my chest, Jessica was on my chest pointings. She used her teeth on my left pointing sharply and I let out a painful scream but she was in my mouth instantly, with one of her hands on my recently burgeoned muscle!

Jessica moaned softly as she returned her mouth to my chest and kept moving her right hand swiftly on the hard contour she found on my pants, while my right hand didn’t leave her bumbum — I can’t remember how many times I had dreamt doing that very shii; tell you what, dreams come true!

Without been told, Jessica pulled off the shirt and started lowering her mouth-level on my body, while her hands expertly located and removed all the barriers between them and my meat-bone! She yanked it out and held it like an automobile gear; I sensed she was a born driver.

By that time, her mouth was already at my navel, and as she opened her mouth to envelop my protruding chocolate bar… the door to my room opened. I turned to see who came from the pit of hell to interrupt the heavenly experience, and there Nancy was standing with her mouth opened!

Mikell: Thank God for that relief. If not, Gizzy’s boner will tear out of his pant and we may all be showered with his ‘cumtain’ (c*m + fountain = do the math)! And I want to believe that you are painting the right picture for us to locate WHO WANTS YOU DEAD!

…MikellzBluez Continues…

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