SEXCAPADE OF NATASHA (35)
By Emdee David
Two low ranking fierce-looking, no-nonsense military men pick up Andy just as he is strolling out from the gate of his house. He is forced into a Peugeot 406 salon car branded in military colour and covered plate number. He is surprised and embarrassed. His screams for help fall on deaf ears. Neighbours always mind their business in that part of Abuja. Passers-by notice but for the fear of their army green khaki, they are mute. He is whisked away to their barracks.
Natasha observes her bare breasts in the mirror. The furrow on her face shows dissatisfaction. Her mammary glands appear not very firm. She raises them up from the base and allows them to fall on her body. She then rubs her nipples with her palms, smiling to herself. Then a face smiles at her image in the mirror. She doesn’t need to look back. She smiles back as the Honourable grabs her honourable breasts from the back and legislates to her ears to turn around. When she does, his mouth goes straight to her nipples. She giggles and makes him sit on the bed. She kneels in front of him and helps his boxer off his waist. She kisses him like a true lover, licks his ears like a desperate starved harlot. Then she sucks him like no one has ever done to him. And by the time the lovemaking begins, Natasha has gotten half of what she wants.
They drink more, play a little and he asks many questions about her. Then the second bout of sex makes her sexmate ask for retainers. Natasha winds her waist on him, which rewires his brain cables and he doesn’t know when he says “I love you, wallahi.” Natasha only laughs. It sounds like a gavel hitting the table.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Natasha says as she fiddles with his chest.
“You have a house?” he asks.
“Of course, I do.”
“I don’t need anything from you, your honourable.”
“You don’t need to need anything…you will have everything.”
“Thank you, sir. Are you ready for the third round?”
“No, my dear,” he says. The nays have it. “Let’s do this thing small-small. We have enough time. Or will you run from me?”
“No, but….I need you to…” she pauses, but then demonstrates what she wants. She turns and lay on the bed with her back as he spends the next few minutes with his tongue in her private part. Her clits goes read and erect, popping out from its hiding. She moans and begs him to come in. He sends his erect manhood into her and she twists like a dancer, sending hot sensations into the Honourable Speaker’s entire body. He ejaculates and falls on her like a bag of foreign rice. Then comes the sleep that follows the release of tension and pressure.
She picks his phone and punches some button, as she lies beside him, her breasts gently lying beside his neck like throw pillows.
“So you think you can use soldiers to get revenge against me, right?” Andy manages to say with a swollen face; his bandaged right wrist barely strong enough to point to her. Cynthia is quiet for a moment, and then she hisses. He’d come to meet her at Vera’s.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Cynthia says. “And please, am not interested in you anymore. Leave me alone.”
“I won’t leave you alone until you and Natasha pay for this. So, because you have army boyfriends, you can use them to beat me up, eh? When I have not done anything against the law?”
“Leave Natasha out of this, and please, leave me alone,” says Cynthia. Vera is there too, and she begs Andy to calm down. She urges him to give Cynthia sometime. Andy leaves angrily. Vera turns to Cynthia and notices she is in tears.
“Baby, calm down, you will okay”, says Vera.
“But why would Natasha send soldiers to beat up Andy, why, I don’t just like anything like this.” Cynthia is crying again.
“But he beat you up first, that’s a crime…it is called assault,” Vera says. Cynthia is quiet for a minute. Then she wipes her tears and says, “Can you do me a favour?”
Vera nods. “Anything for you, babe.”
“I want this baby out of my body right now.” Says Cynthia, her fingers on her tummy.
“What?!” Vera exclaims. “Andy wants the baby…”
“The baby belongs to Ken, I am sure about that.”
Vera’s mouth is agape. Then Cynthia says, “I thought I was ready for marriage before, but no, not now. I don’t just know what came over me.”
“Love! Love came over you,” Vera says.
“Love, my foot. I want a D and C.”
“Three months old pregnancy?”
Cynthia nods. Vera shakes her head. They glare at each other intensively, before Vera now speaks, “I won’t help you.”
“No problem, I will get the help I need,” Cynthia says and walks out on Vera. Vera calls back, but after she leaves, she is smiling, the mischievous kind of smile she is so used to when she is cooking up some mischief.