HELL YEAH Pt 2
So Aaron and I hit it off again, but this time some things were different. He still got busy, only now I didn’t expect much. But he would surprise me by just calling out of the blues. And trust me, they were very welcomed surprises.
We got closer in some weird way or maybe we just got more comfortable. In all, we gave each other space and would often just pleasantly surprise each other with a call, ping and reply.
We also bumped into each other a little more at studios. Gradually, Aaron started talking about us seeing and hanging out maybe. I would act like I didn’t care for that at all, but my goodness, I was stoked at the taught. Yes! I still really had the hots for him.
At some point, our ‘thing’ -whatever it was between us- became steady and comfortable. So cool, it was now okay to blush at the thought of him and I could largely let my guards down.
So after a lot of rescheduling -on my part mostly- one day, I agreed to go to his place. It was so fine and he was quite the host. -or so I thought- Lovely house, colours picked out, the gadgets, the works. It was cozy, very much so.
The way we were going by now, I had started imagining quite a few things.
I know you’ve been asking yourself, where is Chioma? She hasn’t given personal opinions about anything yet. No vex! This is that kind of experience you are buried in while you recount it all and I didn’t want you to be distracted. I was too soaked in the moment.
I have been going on about how hot and fine Aaron is right? Yes! I wanted him for keeps but we both know it goes beyond that.
You know how a guy sees a girl first by her boobs, butts, shape, face and probably the colour of her skin? Well a chic does that too. When we set our eyes on a guy, one of the first things we say when they get our attention is “do-able or not do-able?”
Ladies you know what I’m talking about. And then after a good conversation, all depending on the conversation, we decide if push comes to shove, whether we want to go the mile with him. There and then, we know how much ‘shakara’ we want to do and where to draw the line. How long we want to wait and what sign we are waiting for.
“Where is all this going?”
The first time I saw Aaron, I wanted to have his babies. I used to say in my head “if you bear kids so fine, even if you no get money, you have paved a way for them.” Lol! You sef know say na true I dey talk. There are some kids you see and you wish they were yours cause their ‘fineness’ would pave ways for them.
But beyond the kids, I just wanted to ‘do’ that guy *nowcoveringfaceinshame* I did! I wanted to ‘do’ him, wake up the next morning with the smile of satisfaction and say to myself “yes! I can say I know what it’s like to have you”
I know that sounds vain, but we all have felt that way at one point in time or the other. I just imagined him tender and sweet and was hoping to be surprised by his roughness too. Yep! It’s a thrill to be A LITTLE rough around the edges.
So absolutely! I wanted to have him in bed too. But I genuinely liked him.
Now back to the story.
So I went with him and settled in nicely, still taking in the decors and all he had put in to make the house look so good and ‘comfy’. After a few minutes, he called out to me, told me to join him in the kitchen.
-i LOVE it when a man cooks for me. I am a pretty good cook but to say the least, but it’s always a thrill and a plus for the guy if he takes his time to make me something -even if na ordinary noodles sef- I just appreciate the effort and I’m drawn to him a little more. The little charms!-
So he called me to the kitchen and when I got there, -thinking uncle will ask me what I want to eat or say “this is what I could make” or somthing- he said: “I don’t know what you would like, but I have noodles and there’s rice and small fresh tomatoes. The kitchen is all yours. Cook anything you want.” And with a tap on my shoulder, -like a small girl- he headed for the door. I stood rooted at the very spot for some seconds. I was in shock.
-WT*! What crap! Huh? You invite me over, we agreed to see on this very day. I kept you updated to the point I was heading to you. And after a busy day, you send me to the kitchen to cook. As what na?
Do you know how mad I was? Let me paint a picture: you know the cartoons where tom is so angry that his entire head turns red and smoke is coming out of his ears? That’s how angry I was. And who wouldn’t be?-
At first I thought he was joking, but he was for real. He just went on to another conversation with me from the other room, like nothing happened.
I thought of what to do. I decided that playfully, or seriously, I would not confront him. Like an inspection officer though, I opened my notebook in my head and made a comment. Then I went into the fridge, saw some drinks and took one. -i have to admit though, I was very hungry. Was too busy to get around to it earlier.-
Came out and joined him and we continued our conversation. When he asked what I was making, I said I hadn’t made up my mind what I was in the mood for. He is quite a conversationalist. I always enjoy the chats and his sense of humour is on the money. So we were in his bedroom.
Before you judge me, he lived alone and the living area was empty. All the gadgets were there. His room was the living area really. And I had made it past the 5minute rule.
“Please tell me you know about the 5minute rule?”
OMG! You don’t? Okay, I will tell you;
The rule states that when you go into a friends house, for the first 5minutes, you are still a total stranger -if not to the person, to the space- so you have to be at your best behaviour. You sit right, you don’t fiddle with anything, you just stay. After 5minutes, you can get comfortable. You can move around and get familiar. Get it?-
So, there were no chairs in the room, just a bed. The AC was on and there was a duvet. So I cozied in as was the plan. He finished up with what he was doing and joined me. At first, the space was respected. But as the gist, laughs and all went by, he kind of closed the gap between us. Me? I wasn’t complaining o! The temperature in that room, was one that could only feel right with exchange of body heat. And the food matter was too small to make me stop wanting him -atleast for now. After, my eye go clear back joor-
So the body heat was very welcomed and I was looking forward to the roving hands which would soon spring into action. I was until they came *nowcoveringface*
… I … You… It’s … I don’t know what to say.
There are quite a few things I wouldn’t mind about. But this is one of my ‘No No’s!
His hands felt so wrong. They were irritatingly curly. That’s the only way I can explain it.
Okay let me try again;
Have you ever felt uncomfortable with a girl’s hands because they were too firm or hard or rough on your skin? Well, this guy’s hands were the extreme opposite. So they were to curly and tickly in a bad way and felt wet. Like eeeewwww!
Please don’t get me wrong. You want a guy’s hands to be tender but to an extent. You want it to be manly but gentle on you. Every once a while though, it should have a firm grip. These ones made you feel like a cold clingy worm was crawling all over your body. The thought of it is making me cringe right now. I mean I just caught myself making a sick face as the images flashed through my mind. Please tell me you feel me or you have an idea at least.
So there I was making faces as I was partially backing him. Half of me just wanted to up and go, but the other half was encouraging me to keep reading the book. Sometimes, if you are patient enough to get past the first few pages, you will find out why it’s a Bestseller. So in my head, I was debating it all. Should I? Should I not? I was always already feeling so irky with those hands, I wanted it to stop before I say something to hurt his feelings.
“I bet he makes up for these horrible hands with a BIG chocolate bar” I thought.
This part of the story is R18.
Reader’s discretion is advised!
I felt a wet lingering on my right shoulder, “ermmm…” I thought, unsure of how I felt about that.
Then the wetness began tracing it’s way up my neck. “Oh Crap!” I thought now. Something was wrong.
-How do I explain this to you? Okay let’s try this;
Foreplay can be so amazing, you’ll beg for it to linger. And sometimes, all your ‘horny’ is over before they go too far. Some guys are amazing kissers and others just sloppy. And when I say ‘guys’ I mean ladies and men. Some guys peck you on the cheek and leave a disturbing wetness there.
-make you no vex say I dey very critical o! It7ks just that kissing is an act, as is foreplay and sex. And enjoying the process is key-
So as he traced his way up my neck, he left a yucky, wet trail. At this point, I knew I was going to bend my rules.
-see I’m a kisser. I’m devoted and I take my time. Kissing is so important for me, I can’t even tell you. But if I was going to remain here and keep going, I just knew I would not let him kiss me. “No drooling in my mouth, thank you very much!”-
I would peck and all, but no kissing please. Nope! I wasn’t even looking forward to … Well, let’s just say I wanted to end this foreplay. So the plan was to move over to the comforter. The one that would make the pain, vex and irritation all go away. Might man Junior!
And just as I knew he would, -like a lot of guys like to do- he took my hand straight to the chambers to ‘feel’ the rising of the great warrior. -to be honest, at this point the desert was all that was keeping me at this crappy restaurant. First course was a let down, main course is already all over the place, so I just hoped I would atleast get a good icecream for desert.
So there we were, partially talking and feeling each other up. I redirected my hand and he put it right back.
Why do men do that? Do you think we don’t know where to find it? If you con show me and I go anoda place, then be patient na. I don see where e dey. #justsaying
So this time I thought “you know what? Let’s just get this over with. Let’s open the package.”
I had no idea that I was opening pandora’s box.
So I went in to grab a good chunck of … You know na and … Nothing!
Ol’tallywhacker was … A baby carrot *nowcoveringeyes*
After crossing seven mountains and seven seas, after waiting patiently for the big reveal, all I got was a baby sucker. In my mouth, it’d look like I was smoking a joint.
-had 2 use that line finally! *grinning*-
But seriously, at this point I was furious. My eyes cleared from the high, I was turned off. I couldn’t believe this was all I was waiting for. I went in to grip again, just to be sure and as sure as the bed I was on, it was all there. My hand covered the whole thing.
It took a lot of courage to hold back from hissing or just barking at him for being so … So… Precise. So little.
And just before I could say those words, my phone rang. *Phew!*
T’was just some random bug o, but I told him the call was important and told J on the phone that I would be on my way immediately. Ofcourse J had no idea what I was talking about but who cares. My dear I quickly put on my sorry face and told him I had to go for work and it couldn’t wait.
“Wait a few minutes na” he said as he tried to nestle up to me again. But I was holding back my irritation on the last straw.
I let out a fake giggle “you know how these producers can be. The client is there right now and everyone is waiting for me. Don’t worry, if I’m done in good time, I’ll come back and even stay the night sef”
Me ke? How naa? Anything to get me out of there before something gives me away. I escaped the covers and headed for the door, still playing the “ohhhhh! Why now?” Card.
As I drove off, all I could think of was howfast all his ‘hotness’ went cold. How grateful I was that J called and for the first time in a very long while, the call was appreciated. Infact, if I saw J at that very moment, I would hug him so tight, he’d collapse.
I later called him back to say a big thank you, but couldn’t explain why. I wouldn’t want to bring down a man before another.
I talked to myself all the way home. I couldn’t laugh. Disappointment drowned me. Not a thing seemed funny about my experience. And as expected, the thought that he was going to make me cook on top now made me mad.
I made it home and just stared at the t.v for the rest of the evening with all the images flashing in quick succession and over and over again.
Who could I tell about this? Ben? Hmmm! Okay Jerry. No!
Aaron called me later, but it was my turn to ignore his calls and not return his messages.
As I write, I feel really sorry for him as he never could guess why I never agreed to hook up with him again. I would still talk to him on the phone, but only if he tried to reach me first.
If only I had kept my distance. If only I had continued to admire him from a vantage point. If only…
So I hope with these few points of mine, I have been able to convince you and not confuse you, that IGNORANCE IS indeed BLISS.