Quarantine and Chill
1
“ Do you have movies on your hard drive? “
I looked up from the delicately crafted lips that spoke those words to capture the rest of the body that held it in place.
I didn’t have to do much, Ada was barely 5ft but what she lacked in height she made up for in wit and width. Hips straight out of a lewd Nigerian music video, a more than ample bosom and a sharp tongue that kept leering men in check.
“ Solo, I asked if you have movies on your hard drive o! Are you still sleepy ? “
It was more surprise than sleep. Ada and I had barely spoken since I had moved into the compound a year ago.
I was the final year student trying to keep my head above water with my project struggles. She was the Masters babe who only dated men with beards, cash and rides in that order.
But the government imposed lock down had changed the game. With both of us racing to meet deadlines, we choose not to travel home, expecting our flatmates to linger. As fear descended, flats emptied and very soon Ada and I were the only ones left.
In the beginning it had been extended morning greetings then later she seemed to perpetually run out of seasoning from Maggi to Salt.
Yesterday she said she had an electrical problem that she wanted me to look at. Wondering what business, Economics has with electricity, I ventured out but was relieved to see Baba Wande the gate-man passing by. I quickly asked him to help take a look but I did not miss the shadow that was cast on Ada’s face.
I also could not help noticing that the electrical problem seemed to disappear within seconds of Baba Wande’s intervention. Perhaps it was another switch that needed to be flicked on.
As I broke out of my self induced trance, I was greeted by the sight of Ada stretched on my student size bed fiddling with my laptop.
I had been battling the theories of Economic Segmentation in relation to Marx and Burke but she had decided that the new season of Victus was more interesting.
“ Eh , Solo, did you just start watching this one? Come and gist me about the characters na”
As I bent to take the little space her curves left me, I knew something was about to change forever.
2
The thing about movies and women is that they never seem to go together. Women in their constant indecision cannot summon the discipline that movies demand.
Take Ada for instance, we were just 5 minutes into a movie when she decided my lips provided more entertainment. I watched her go through the motions with my lips, willing participants.
Upper lip, lower lip, tongue action, drag and bite. I believe that all Nigerian women have been issued kissing instructions in their Whatsapp group that they are to execute without fail.
As Ada continued the assault on my lips, I decided to see what secrets her tight fitting gown held in store.
I cupped her left breast lightly and was rewarded with a moan. She moved my second hand to the right one and said; “I don’t like cheating “.
Eager to please I went to work on these knobs of pleasure, biting and sucking greedily, every movement rewarded by my name on her lips.
Now I find the abbreviation of my name pretty annoying but the way she spoke “ Solo” was different. It was the finest blend of sound and soul, lips barely parted but words were formed whole.
She called and I answered, diving beyond cotton to find skin. She arched her back in pleasure as my tongue found its home in her vagina, diving, lapping, kissing and tormenting relentlessly.
By this time Junior ( yes my penis has a nickname) was wriggling and begging to be freed. Ada had decided to take revenge by teasing it through its cotton shield. Poor guy had gone so long without getting any action and had high hopes.
I replaced my tongue with my index finger and watched her face freeze in a mix of emotions. As she released her breath of pleasure, I dug deeper into her core, settling into a rhythm that had her panting and pinching my poor nipples ( yet to name them, suggestions welcome). Finally she brought her lips to my ear and said the magic words: “ Do you have a condom ? ”
I jumped off the bed, Junior in hand and headed to my trolley. My back to Ada, I could hear her breathing finally slowing. Strapped, I turn ready to give her the now sheated phallus in all its glory when a loud knock interrupted us.
“Mr Solomon, Mr Solomon, hand sanitizer, ti de o” . I cursed silently as I headed for the door, Mama Wande had decided that this was the perfect time to finally find the sanitizer that had eluded us in the market.
The knock seemed to have had sucked the waterfall that was between Ada’s legs just seconds ago dry. She had miraculously fit into her clothes and was heading for the door.
“ Aku quarantine o “ , Mama Wande greeted us with a mischievous smile on her face. Ada slid between us and whispered “Thank you for the movie “.
She was halfway down the hall when Mama Wande interrupted her, “ Haa, Aunty Ada, you forget your charger o, Abi you will collect it when you come for part 2 of the film” .
