For Charles, the period after semester exams were the best. As students travelled back to their homes, the hostels and environs generally would be deserted, with the exception of the few resident indigenes. That meant the power usage was drastically reduced and the electricity company was inclined to supply power for days uninterrupted. Charles was never in a hurry to travel back home after exams, preferring to enjoy the solitude of his hostel and the offerings of a fridge that was finally working like it was supposed to, with movies to keep him occupied all day. This was one of those days. But having spent a full week observing this monotonous routine, the insecurity problem posed by the emptiness of the big hostel that made it an attractive and vulnerable target to looters had forced him to make plans to travel the next day with Anita, the only other person in the hostel with him. Anita was his close friend’s girlfriend, a beautiful brown skinned girl of average build. She had extended family members living in the state and she had gone to spend some time with them after the exams. Her boyfriend Richard had travelled immediately after his last paper to be present for a relative’s wedding. When she finally came back to the hostel, only Charles was still around and even though they stayed in different apartments, she was grateful for the company. She dreaded the scary thoughts of being alone in the hostel and vicinity, and was prepared to leave the very next day but opted to stay and travel with Charles instead during the weekend. She figured that a six-hour road trip would be less daunting if she was with someone she knew.
Although Charles was a satyromaniac, he had never actually harboured any sexual thoughts towards Anita, the unwritten bro code naturally subjugating any interest he had in a beautiful woman who was already taken by his bosom friend.
Until a birthday party last year in the hostel compound when she had found him in a dark corner behind a water tank where he was answering a phone call away from the direct noise of the speakers, and she had twerked on him, grinding her ass sensually on his groin in time to the dull report of the melody carried along by particularly lewd lyrics. His hands had strayed to the crotch area of her bum-shorts in the heat of the moment, and stayed there as they gyrated to the X-rated words of the Jamaican artiste. She had left him casually at the end of the song as though nothing of note had happened, and he too had chucked it up to the party spirit. Everybody rocked everybody, these things happened. But from that day forward, the previously harmless lingering hugs and casual fleeting touches became erotic encounters for him, even though nothing seemed to have changed between them on her part. He never made a move, unwilling to risk a rebuff that would most likely lead to Richard learning of his spurned advances. The thought of her in the adjacent room alone with him in the hostel made his dick hard. And now the possibilities tugged his strings once again, lifting him out of bed and pushing him towards Anita to once again seek an opening. He knocked on the familiar frame of Richard’s apartment door and the faint sounds from the movie that played beyond it paused almost immediately. Security concerns were already making her jumpy and he knew she would be hesitant to answer the door unless he spoke his name first as she knew he would do. He decided to joke around a little and rapped harder on the door with his fists.
“Hey, come out now” he said in an exaggerated thuggishly gruff tone.
She recognised his voice regardless and opened the door.
“You’re not serious,” she said with an amused chuckle.
He kept up the act, rushing in with his hands held up in a gun pose and his head on a swivel.
“Shebi na thief you call am, no be SWAT,” she chided him mockingly.
He laughed and took in her sexy body covered in only a wrapper. It was obvious she had washed her hair and taken a bath not too long ago. Apparently she was in no hurry to get dressed and had decided to get comfortable watching a Korean series. She had already gone back to her laptop but the movie was still paused.
He flopped onto the bed beside her.
“Anita I’m hungry o, wetin you go cook?”
“Wetin you wan chop?”
He responded without thinking; “Your work.”
She laughed. “Olodo!”
She wasn’t taking him seriously. He cursed silently, regretting for the first time his reputation as a funny guy. He would try again, but there was no use in pushing too hard.
“Lemme go and cook concoction rice for you. But there won’t be anything inside o, unless you want to go outside and buy egg.”
He had been serious about his hunger, this proposed rice was welcome.
“Omo, na warfront we dey so. E don tey wey man don dey chop ordinary rice. When I no be ritualist, who dash me egg for this economy?”
She was laughing again as she stood and made her way to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she emerged to find him checking her laptop for other movies.
“Hope you didn’t close my Korean film,” she inquired as she settled once again beside him.
“No. I don’t know what you people see in all these Korean movies sef.”
“Watch this one while the food is on fire, you’ll like it. It’s about a girl pretending to be a boy in the king’s guards.”
Charles had no interest in the movie but he decided to make the most of it, resting his head on her laps and facing the screen. She occasionally fiddled with his hair as they watched, then she stood up to go check on the food. Fearing they would not be able to naturally get into such a suggestive position again, he stood too and went into the bathroom. If he waited for her to get back onto the bed first, he would have his chance again. When he heard her footsteps leave the kitchen and stop by the bed, he flushed for effect and stepped into the room again. Her posture now had a semblance to the lotus position but she had a knee hiked for comfort. He had lost his gamble. He took his place beside her, disappointed but not to be outdone. He made his next play quickly.
“Why don’t they fuck in Korean movies?”
She chuckled at the sudden observation.
“They’re not spoilt like Hollywood. Even hugging is a big deal for them. If you want to see fucking go and watch porn.”
“Who told you they’re not spoilt, have you seen the short skirts their high school girls wear? If na me dey go dat kain school I for don fuck all of them.”
“If you’re seeing them everyday you’ll get used to it jor, it won’t even turn you on again,” she offered in fluid response.
“Nah. I can’t get used to seeing beautiful girls in sexy outfits. Even seeing you in this sexy ass wrapper sef, my prick don dey stand since. You know how many times I’ve fucked you in my mind since I entered here?”
“Ah, since when did wrapper become sexy?” she exclaimed, totally ignoring what he had said about fucking her. The lights would get no greener than that. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his, kissing her hungrily as his fingers found her pussy underneath her wrapper. She moaned into his mouth as he fingered and kissed her. He pushed the laptop aside and slid her into its place. He tugged the wrapper free and even though it was pinned to the bed beneath her weight, her beautiful and inviting nakedness was exposed. In a weak attempt to salvage the situation, she whispered a halfhearted “Charles, stop” but put up no resistance when he penetrated her with his swollen manhood and his waist worked in a lewd rhythmic motion as he thrust manically into her pussy and fucked her till they climaxed. They spent the rest of the day together eating, watching movies, and packing for the journey ahead. And they spent the night together, fucking with insatiable lust until the dawn found them, deeply ensconced on the other side of consciousness.