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SUFFOCATING LUST

SUFFOCATING LUST

By Itzprince in 23 Nov 2017 | 06:29
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[color=green]SUFFOCATING LUST – Episode 1[/color]

“Ikenna, please I need your help,” she pleaded with me. She was running after me with a file in hand, balancing her weight on a pair of high heeled shoes. I was just about to exit the university premises to catch a bus home. “What is it?” I asked. I knew she was my classmate, but I could not recall her name. We had met earlier that semester – several times actually. Being the class representative, I interfaced with just about everyone in my class. Having just returned from a three-month long ASUU strike, my memory was somewhat discombobulated. I remembered sitting at the same desk as her before the ASUUS strike, but her name eluded me completely.

“Sorry, I don’t recall your name,” I confessed. “It is okay, I know you deal with a lot of people. My name is Chinonye. If you don’t mind, I have something really pressing to ask of you.” “What is it?” “As you know, first semester exams start next week and…” She paused, staring into my face pleadingly. A stream of tears began to form around her eyes. “What is it?” I asked, my voice riddled with concern. “I…I don’t have my registration number yet. I can’t take any exams if I don’t have it by next week. Would you help me…please!!!”

She tilted her neck to the left. Now, I could see more tears lazily descending her face. “You…you don’t have to cry. Why haven’t you gotten your registration number yet?” I asked. It was unheard of that any student would go the full length of a semester without a registration number. “I don’t know…the man in charge refused to give me a registration number. I have been going there…every day, but he would not even look at my file.

He…he…he wants…I think he wants to sleep with me. He asked me to…to pay for a hotel room and send him the address and room number…but I refused!” I felt a rush of rage sweep violently through me. Why would a university staff do a thing like this! I thought. My thoughts were almost vocal. “Why would he do a thing like that?” I asked in anger. “I…I don’t know. I just want to be able to take my exams next week. Could you take my file to the registrar’s office and try to help me get my registration number?” I was tired having sat through several lectures, but the thought of Chinonye missing the upcoming exams would have haunted me all night. Suddenly, my fatigue faded; I was red up to right the injustice that had been meted out to Chinonye.

I grabbed her file from her, looked through it quickly to make sure she had requisite documentation. Satisfied that everything was in order, I asked her to go home after taking her address down. I hailed a commercial motorcycle (Okada) jumped on and dished out instructions to the rider. Galloping along the bumpy road that connected my faculty to the administration section, I sat behind the rider, inhaling wafts of dust. When I reached the administrative building, I hopped off the motorbike, paid the rider and dashed into the building. On reaching the registrar’s office, I found the man in charge of student registration. He sat behind his desk with his pot belly hanging over the desk. It dangled on the desk like a big plastic ball filled with water. He barely noticed my presence. “Sir, I am here on behalf of a friend and classmate. Her name is Chinonye Alunna,” I said handing him the file. With an air of impudence, he flipped open the file, holding it as though it were infected with leprosy.

Then, his face contorted into a conceited smirk. “So, she has finally sent you, right? What are you, her messenger? Boyfriend? Or toy boy?” He asked. A surge of anger crept up my throat. I felt the urge to reach across the table and smack the man across the face. Perhaps a lethal punch in your jumbo-sized potbelly will do you some good, I thought, managing a refrain over my emotions. “I am the class representative. It bothers me that she does not have her registration number up to this time. Exams start next week, so I wanted to help. I feel it is the right thing to do,” I replied as articulately as I could this time. Exams start next week, so I wanted to help. I feel it is the right thing to do, I replied as articulately as I could. “Well, if she did not insult people, especially her elders, she’d not find herself in such precarious situation,” he replied. He was still peering at Chinonye’s passport photo, which was axed on the inside of the file. “What do you mean, sir?” I asked respectfully. “That girl is very rude. She insulted me repeatedly. She has no manners…none whatsoever. Ngene!” He called to one of his colleagues.

“Ichie Uba, what is it,” Ngene replied from the adjoining office. “Do you remember that saucy, bad-mannered girl by the name, Chinonye Alunna?” “Yes, is she here?” “No, she sent an emissary…after insulting all of us.” I wished Chinonye had told me what really transpired between herself and the staff in the registrar’s office. One after the other, they narrated how rude and caustic Chinonye had been to them. Nonetheless, I pleaded with them, buying each of them a bottle of vita malt. They gladly accepted my offer of vita malt, but refused to issue Chinonye a registration number. I would not take no for an answer. I stayed back to plead the life out of them. Finally, they heeded my relentless plea and issued Chinonye a registration number. With a feeling of accomplishment sweeping through me, I hopped onto another motorbike and rode to Chinonye’s hostel.

It was an all-ladies hostel off campus. When I found her room, she was alone, perhaps waiting for me to bring her some good news. I skipped the story about her impudence to the staff at the registrar’s office and handed her what she had been waiting for – her registration number. The door to her room had been ajar and Chinonye was tying a cloth around her chest, still wearing the pair of jeans she had worn earlier when she accosted me at university. “Here is your registration number,” I said. Her eyes widened with excitement.

She took the piece of paper bearing her long-sought registration number with euphoria. “Thank you so much, Ikenna,” she said, kicking the door shot with her left heel. You would have thought she played for Chelsea or Real Madrid, given the dexterity with which she kicked the door shot. One would have thought she was Victor Moses by the way she back-heeled the door. Then, out of nowhere, she dropped the cloth that was around her chest. I was not expecting this move. Nature began to run its course. My heart began to pound viciously. My head was spinning as blood rushed through my veins like water crashing down the heights of Victoria Falls. Her bare chest stared invitingly at me. She held me momentarily and then, stepped back casually to reveal her full bodily endowments. “You are the best, Ikenna. I am very grateful,” she said, holding me tightly to herself. Then, she pulled away abruptly, walking to the desk across the room to drop the piece of paper.

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23 Nov 2017 | 06:29
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[color=green]SUFFOCATING LUST – Episode 2[/color] My eyes nearly jumped forcefully out of my eye sockets. Chinonye was smashingly beautiful. I knew she was at least four years older than myself…and experienced. I had asked another girl that I liked in my faculty out just two days earlier and she said to give her time to think about it. As I stood before half-naked Chinonye, a part of me wanted to grab her, rip the rest of her clothes off and jump into bed with her. Another part of me asked if that was the right thing to do. A part of me thought about Francesca, the girl I had been eyeing for some time; the girl I asked out two days earlier. A streak of sweat jumped onto my forehead. As a debilitating war waged within me, Chinonye quietly walked back towards me. This was torture!!! Swiftly, I felt my brain shrink into a mass of nothingness. My hands shook wildly and my legs quivered as though I had gone down with a bout of Parkinson’s disease at the age of twenty. I felt sensations I never knew existed. Chinonye stood before me. It was as if she flew across the room. I could not remember anyone cutting across a room that fast. She placed her hands around my neck and began to kiss me. Then, her hands began to work magic on me, caressing and teasing. I heard myself making sounds I did not know existed. Slowly, she began to undress me. What if she has AIDS? I thought. What about Francesca? Do I love Chinonye? What am I doing? What is happening to me? I thought I was going to die. I had never been with a woman, so you can imagine the quake that was erupting in me. It seemed as though I was going to have a heart attack unless I succumbed to the flood of emotions and feelings that exploded all over my body. “Stop!” I shouted. “Please stop!” I really love Francesca. I have chased her all semester. It dawned on me that Chinonye was trouble. I needed to break away from her. No, this is not me. I can’t do this. I have promised Francesca that I’d faithful to her if she says yes to me. I can’t do this, I thought frenetically. A look of shock appeared on Chinonye’s face. I could tell she was very experienced, perhaps several more years older than I had previously thought. She ignored my frantic plea, working aggressively on my zipper. Whatever was left of my shrunken brain said no but my body said a raucous yes! My throat had gone dry. God, help your poor helpless child, I prayed. In one last effort to wear out the last vestiges of my resistance, Chinonye reached underneath my jeans. “N…o…N…o…No! I pleaded with her, mustering strength that I did not know where it came from to pull away. I stepped backwards in a ash, zipping up my jeans and buttoning up my shirt. My legs were still feeble and my senses woozy. Somehow, I managed to shove Chinonye aside. She was removing her jeans in a ruthless attempt to kill off my resistance. I looked in the opposite direction, dashing for the door as though I was being pursued by a machete-wielding ghost. I sped out of the building gasping for air. When I reached outside, I have to admit that a part of me – my body to be precise – wanted to run back and finish things off; to succumb to Chinonye’s lustful offer. I turned off the urge of my poor, helpless body…just barely. As I walked along the street looking for a taxi or a commercial bike, I still saw images of Chinonye’s succulent bare chest beckoning at me. I squeezed my eyes shot, in part, to banish those images from my mind, and in part to keep out the blinding sun that forced me to squint. I caught glimpse of a motorbike cruising around the corner. The rider swerved and turned towards me. “New Haven!” I yelled. I was breathing heavily. You would have thought I had fallen from a two storey building. The rider stopped. I hopped on, dishing out orders on my intended destination. I could hear the beating of my heart, pounding feverishly against my poor, battered ribs. My hands still quivered ‘gregariously’. A gust of air battered my face, soothing my frayed nerves. Finally, I could breathe. Literally, I felt a battalion of fresh air walking resonantly down my throat and filling my lungs with renewed life. Thankfully, I felt relieved…pleased for doing the right thing. Quite frankly, tears descended down my face as air wafted against my rued body. “Thanks be to God,” I muttered. “What?” asked the bike rider. “Nothing…nothing,” I replied. The next day, Francesca said yes! “I’d be honored to be your girlfriend,” she had said as her face morphed into a beautiful smile with those smashing dimples gracing either side of her angelic face. “I’d be honored to be your boyfriend,” I replied. We were seated under a mango tree in front of the biggest lecture hall in our faculty waiting for a lecture. “I find you trustworthy…kind, loving and fun. Please do not break my heart!” Francesca said, her voice emphasizing the importance of trust and faithfulness to her. “I will not, my dear. Never! Never!” I assured her. And…I never did! Our love grew and blossomed like a tree planted on the riverbank – lush-green; season after season. A moment of suffocating lust would have ruined it all before we even started. Who knows, maybe Francesca could have found out. Besides, Chinonye did not look like the type to stand aside and watch. If I had given in that day, I reckon she would have made it impossible for Francesca and I to date. Well, I narrated that incident to Francesca and it strengthened the bond between us. Francesca and I ended up becoming the campus couple every dating guy and girl wanted to be like. [color=red]*****THE END*****[/color]
23 Nov 2017 | 06:31
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