Third Base
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I make my way back to Special’s apartment as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. Although it’s been a long time since I waited for someone before eating, there’s no need to eat dinner alone when we’re together. Awaiting his return, I settle on the couch, indulging in a Hollywood movie. My tummy grumbles with each scene.
I’m almost giving up on him arriving on time when the sound of the door unlocking draws my attention. My heart quickens as I turn to see him entering the apartment, looking tired and worn, but when his eyes meets mine, they twinkle. I’m so glad I can give that to him. And I’m so glad his presence fills the space, bringing a sense of completeness that only he can provide.
“Mr. Workaholic,” I greet as we approach each other, “welcome!”
He chuckles, pulling me in for a side hug. “It’s all for you. What’s up, what did you finally have for dinner?”
“Nothing…”
“Fifi?” He sounds so dumb founded as he pulls away from me.
“Oh, I’m on vacation, remember?” I tease, smiling cheekily, knowing well he cherishes our lighthearted banter, because I do!
Leaving me standing, he sits to take off his shoes. He looks up at me as he does this with a raised eyebrow, and lips curled into a mock scowl. “Vacation or not, I still need sustenance,” he retorts.
“Ehen… I thought it was my tummy we were talking about.” With a flourish, I walk into the kitchen and produce the takeaway dinner I had picked up on my way back. “I bought it from this nice place I passed by during my walk,” I explain, feigning innocence as I hand him the container.
He accepts it with a playful roll of his eyes, unable to hide the smile that tugs at his lips. “You bought food from a random store, ehn?” he comments, opening the container and eyeing the contents. The aroma of the food fills the air.
“It’s not random. I used google ratings to make this decision. It wasn’t easy at all.”
“Just promise me you won’t take the same approach to cooking when we’re married.”
Laughter bubbles within me. “Definitely!” I say, handing him cutlery and settling down to do justice to my food.
He’s already shoving food into his mouth. “Not bad,” he swallows. “Anyway sha, I love homecooked meals.”
“Me too. But I’m a busy woman, just like you are. If I’m too tired to cook, what are we working for?”
He swallows another spoonful, nodding in agreement, then chokes and begins coughing.
Instantly, I rush to get water, hand it to him, and as he drinks with tears filling his eyes, I ask if he’s alright.
“Fifi ooo…. You gave me food without water.”
“Shh,” I chuckle, patting his back. “Don’t let Mama Gee hear you.”
His back vibrates with chuckles, before he raises a hand to tell me to stop patting his back because he’s fine and that I should continue eating.
We resume enjoying our dinner , discussing our individual day while he asks for permission to change the TV’s channel to BBC.
Everything feels so perfect. So perfect, it makes me want to cry. There’s this sense of déjà vu, like I’ve done this in my past life with him. The familiarity in his gaze, the way his laughter feels like home, the light-hearted teasing, the snarky comments, everything! Everything and more reaffirms that this journey we’re on is worth every moment, irrespective of past misunderstandings.
The evening stretches on, and the soft glow of the city’s lights filtering through the window bathes us as time seems to slow down. Our playful banter gradually gives way to a more tender atmosphere, and I find myself perched on his lap.
His arms instinctively encircle me, drawing me closer to him as if he’s afraid I might slip away. The warmth of his embrace is both comforting and electrifying, setting my heart racing as I gaze into his eyes.
“Wahala girl.” He smiles fondly, tweaking my nose. “I love you.”
“Because of my wahala, shey?”
He shakes his head. “You know it’s more than that.”
“Hmm.” I pout, feigning indifference when my heart is doing somersaults and backflips. Playing with his beard I ask, “What about your promise this morning?”
“Ah, my baby.” He chuckles, his hand running from my back to my butt, giving me a promising squeeze. “ Konji don dey choke you .”
Smiling and shaking my head, I press my face into his shoulder. “Fulfil your promise jor.”
In a fluid motion, he rises from the couch, effortlessly lifting me as if I were weightless, carrying me to the nearest surface. Our lips meet in kisses that speaks of longing and desire. Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in each other, our bodies passionately pressing together. It’s a dance we’ve come to know well, a familiar rhythm. I could kiss him for days if he would let me.
When he carefully drops me, I’m on the bed, while he’s leaning over me.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, his weight lifting off the bed.
This is it! We’re going all the way tonight !
Within seconds, he returns with a discreet bag which he drops by the pillow. He must have sensed my over heightened reaction. “Baby calm down. This one that your blood is hot, we’re still not—”
No! I don’t want to hear it.
Immediately, with hands on my sides, I sit up. “What do you mean? Why?” I can’t believe I’m begging my man for sex!
He sits beside me, like he’s about to talk sense into a child. “Not again, babe.”
“Yes, again…”
“Let’s not start something we can’t continue or control. Until we know for sure we can be within the same vicinity, really babe. I’ve seen what sex does to beautiful relationships. Besides, I respect G-Ben, I wouldn’t want him to feel like I’m using you.”
“Using me? How does G-Ben tie into this? Please, please, please, if it’s a joke, stop it. How can we be together for this long and we’re yet to straff?” Naming something so beautiful in a raw form doesn’t look good on me, but I’ve heard these guys talk. They derive pleasure in fucking. Why doesn’t he want to fuck me!
“Fifi, I’m trying my best here.”
“No, you’re not. If you are, the moment I walked through that door, you would have pressed me against the wall and be pounding into me from behind.”
“Really?”
I think about my suggestion and the image becomes vivid, causing me to smile. “Yes, Spesh. Yes.”
“I know this is not the best time to say it, but, tsk, never mind.”
“Say what.”
“Don’t worry about it, this is for our good.”
Folding my arms, I shake my head. “You have to tell me.”
He sighs. “This was why Ella and I couldn’t work out.”
Old news. “She wanted sex?”
“No.”
Then what? “Spesh, please, make this make sense. I know she was your first, so?” How are we here talking about his long-time abusive ex when I want to experience what I experienced this morning in a different dimension?
“We had sex too soon. She used it to control me because I was really into it. It almost affected my studies, but thanks to friends like G-Ben. Even when I realized she was manipulating me with sex, I stuck with her.”
And?... “So, besides you wanting to travel abroad and she not liking the long distance idea, why did you break up?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me. He’s been really mum about the whole Ella thing since we started dating. Besides, I know some parts of their history, hence why I’ve never bothered asking.
“I later found out I wasn’t the only one,” he says quietly. “I wasn’t the only one for a long time.”
“Oh.” Never in a million years would I have thought something like that would happen to someone like them. Like him. Never. I’m glad he left her. But… “I’m sorry that happened, but I’m not Ella. You know me, you know this.”
He wraps an arm around my shoulders, and I focus on his voice rather than the warmth of his skin. “True, but… I don’t want us messing things up.”
“We won’t,” I whisper, looking up at him. “I promise you, Spesh, we won’t.”
He searches my face for a moment, then nods, his expression softening. “I believe you,” he says, his voice barely a murmur. His hand caresses my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips. “You’re different, you know. You always have been.”
His words send a rush of warmth through me, and I lean into his touch, my heart swelling with emotion. “And you’re different for me too,” I reply, my voice trembling slightly. “You make me feel safe, cherished, understood, and…wanted.”
His eyes darken with desire, and he leans in, capturing my lips in a slow, passionate kiss. The world fades away, leaving just the two of us, lost in the intensity of the moment. His hands explore my body, caressing and teasing, igniting a fire deep within me.
His arousal presses against m e, and I reach down to touch him, feeling his hard length beneath my fingers. He groans into my mouth, his breath hitching. I pull back slightly, my eyes locking with his. Slowly, I slide off the bed, lowering myself to the floor. My hands work deftly to free him from his trousers.
When I glance up, he’s watching me with a mixture of anticipation and longing, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. “Fifi,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need.
I smile up at him, my fingers wrapping around his erection, feeling the heat and hardness of him. “Let me take care of you, Spesh,” I whisper, excited we’re taking things to the next level.
I lower my mouth to him, my lips brushing over the sensitive head, tasting the salty essence of him. He contracts, lengthening.
Hmm… not bad.
He shudders, his hands tangling in my hair as I take him deeper, my tongue swirling and teasing. I know I am doing a great job when his hips thrust forward, and a low moan escapes his lips as I work him.
“This girl…” he groans-laugh, his voice strained.
“You like it?” I ask, licking then blowing air on his sensitive head.
His response is to push my head back in position. “Continue, it feels so good.”
Beaming with pride, I hum in response, the vibrations sending shivers through him. I take him deeper, my hand stroking the base of his shaft in rhythm with my mouth. His breath comes faster, his body tenses as if he’s near the edge.
“God, Fifi,” he pants, his voice thick with desire. “I’m going to—”
I speed up my movements, taking him deeper, my mouth and hand working in perfect harmony like I’ve seen in some movies. The room is all quiet with the sound of my sloppy efforts, the only noise breaking the stillness.
When will he cum? My arms hurt. My jaw too. Will I ruin the moment if I take a quick break just to stretch my arm?
His arm grips my head tighter, breaking me from my distracting thoughts. I let one arm move to hold on to his hip as he begins to thrust into my mouth. With a final, shuddering moan, he spills into my mouth, his body trembling with t he force of his release.
Hmm… my first taste of semen. Should I swallow or spit?
I savor the taste of him as I pull back to look up at him. He gazes down at me, his eyes filled with awe and affection. With a satisfied smile, I swallow.
“I can’t believe this is your first time. You’re amazing,” he breathes, pulling me up into his arms. “Absolutely amazing.”
Speechless and proud of myself, I laugh softly, wrapping my arms around his neck, my heart full of love and contentment.
We stay like this for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, until he gently lifts me onto the bed, positioning me so that I’m lying on my back, my legs spread slightly.
This is it!
“What are you doing?” I chuckle, curiously staring at him as he leans over me.
I jerk when his lips trace a path from my lips to the neckline of my top. He pauses briefly, his gaze meeting mine, seeking permission.
Okay… we’re about to do this…
Yes. Yes, yes ! I nod, breathless and eager.
With his help, I sit up and he slowly begins to undress me. He slides my top off first, then unclasps my bra, letting it fall away. His eyes roam over my bare chest, and for a moment, I feel a twinge of self-consciousness. Does he notice the slight asymmetry of my breasts, or the few stretch marks that have always bothered me? I’m holding my breath when he winks at me, weighing each breast in his hands.
“Juicy oranges.”
What do I say to that?
“Relax…” he urges me with a smile. “Your breasts are beautiful.”
I nod, tensing again when he moves his hand lower, to peel off my panties with deliberate slowness. It gets kind of awkward as I have to raise my hips off the bed to give him access. The cool air against my exposed skin sends a shiver through me, heightening my awareness of every sensation .
“Relax… I want to make you feel good,” he says, guiding me to lay back on the bed.
Everything is a blur as I’m completely vulnerable, every imperfection on display until his mouth finds its way to my core, his tongue darting out to taste me. I gasp, holding his head and burying my fingers in his hair as he begins to devour me like we didn’t just have dinner. His tongue dances over my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. As he continues his ministrations with his tongue, I feel his finger teasing my entrance, then slowly pushing inside me.
“Oh, Spesh…” I moan occasionally, my back arching off the bed.
His other hand moves to my backside, his finger circling my anus, sending stronger sensations through my desire-dazed body.
Oh God , I bite my lips, tensing in sweet, delicious agony.
“Relax,” he murmurs against my skin. “Trust me.”
I do, my body responding to his touch, opening up to him completely. He continues to lick and suck, his fingers working in tandem, driving me closer and closer to the edge. The dual sensations are overwhelming. His finger in my anus, his mouth and other finger working my vagina—it’s too much. I can’t hold back.
“Spesh!” I cry out, my body trembling as my orgasm builds.
Despite my muscles clenching around his fingers in both places, he doesn’t let up. Instead, his movements become more urgent and intense. The pressure inside me explodes, sending waves of ecstasy through my entire being.
“Spesh!!!” I scream, my body shuddering as I come undone.
When I finally come down from the high, he is there, his face above mine. Eyes twinkling with pride and satisfaction. He kisses me deeply, and I taste myself on his lips.
“Yuck,” I say even though the stickiness around his mouth is tasteless.
He licks his lips and winks. “It’s ambrosia.”