Rachael and I have come a long way; first as neighbours, later as school mates and now as lovers. But distance dug a hole in the budding relationship. We couldn’t catch up with the speed of our hearts. Still, we trudged on, using regular video calls to fill the gap of physical bonding. A few times, we really went naughty. There was a night we both focused our phones’ camera lenses on our loins. The sight of her sweaty clitoris, pinkish pussy spontaneously got me hard and dripping.
So, when we sealed the deal of the idyllic reunion, we both longed for a swell time of sweeping romance.
Rachael flew in from Port Harcourt where she had just completed her NYSC. She planned to spend the weekend with me before proceeding to Ijebu Ode where her parents live.
Though we had always been platonic pals, our transition to lovers was seamless. It seemed we have always been fond of each other. However, Rachael was sceptical about the relationship at first. That was expected. She knew about my escapades while on the campus. I recalled how she expressed stern disapproval of my romp with Anita, who she described as loose and lousy.
I also remember her sisterly counsels on the use of condoms since she failed to persuade me to steer clear the path of lechery. Unlike me, Rachael was a bookworm with lukewarm attitude to socials. She was a Pharmacy student who careered between classrooms and campus fellowships. She had a boyfriend then, who was studying Medicine in Russia. But she was my guardian Angel, guiding and goading me into chastity.
That age-long affinity, perhaps, made it easy for us to transit without hitches. We started talking about dating just a little over a year ago.
This was her first time in my apartment. She came with grace and allure. I welcomed her with comeliness and a garland of sweet kisses.
Rachael arrived with an evening flight. She seemed tired and weary. We barely managed to have dinner. Even at that, she didn’t eat much. Just a handful of potato chips with barbecued fish and a glass of cranberry juice laced with whiskey. So, we retired to bed early.
My room is dimly lit and scantly furnished but very spacious. Her sensuous body beckoned unto me as she lay on her back unclad. But I tried to restrain myself from flipping over her yet. She needed all the rest, having just flown in from Port Harcourt. I was wrong. She sat up at the sight of my drooping manhood, then, knelt on the bed and began to suck me. I was blown away as she gently gnashed my penis’ shaft with her teeth while her hands massaged my hairy pelvic. Unassumingly, I took my turn, pushed her back to bed, parted her legs and, used my fingers to open her thick, kinky labia. The thrusts were crazy. But she was equal to the task. She jumped over me and rode me at a bewildering pace.
Milky fluids from her cunt streamed out as she increased her speed and intensity. I was getting tired. But Rachael remained strong and relentless. She wanted more and more.
I was weak and my dick, limp. She kept sucking until I regained erection. In all, we had five rounds of hot sex and of course, a sleepless night.
The following day was another day in the Paradise of pressure. It was no longer pleasure. Rachael was fire. I was about to be consumed. I woke and found my dick in her mouth. “I want it hard this morning,” she said.
My heart skipped a bit as I mounted her with verve. I was actually surprised that I could still thrust. The duration was short. The dick became lame soon after I began.
Grudgingly, Rachael stood up to prepare breakfast. We both moved to the kitchen. She bored me with tales of my poor performance.
She asked me to eat well now so that we could go back to bed. I knew I didn’t have the stamina to do anything again. I didn’t argue with her though.
After breakfast, I picked my car keys and told her I needed to sign a document in my office. I drove to Alausa Parks and idled away there for about four hours.
To go back home became a problem. I knew Rachael was waiting and I knew my strength was waning.
I met Rachael chilling on the sofa. Strangely, she wasn’t upset. I had hoped that she would pick quarrel with me for coming late. And that would have freed me from another night of laborious sex. But Rachael is a mature lady, full of understanding and sound judgment.
“Welcome darling, you must have had a hectic time. Hope you are fine. Dinner is ready. Go in, shower first while I set the table.” She gave me a warm hug.
At nightfall, I approached my bedroom with trepidation. Though I smiled and cracked jokes as she put her head on my chest and I tenderly stroked her braided hair. Soon, she threw her pants and bra on the floor. She was dripping wet as she grabbed my manhood. It was another session of grueling sex. We didn’t sleep until 3am.
As we finally closed our eyes in readiness for sleep, I began to assess my relationship with Rachael, especially her crazy sex drives. As much as I love her, I have come to realise that I can’t meet her sexual needs. I’m confused and even scared of what tomorrow holds for us.