“Oh please Alexandrea! Just shut up! Jeeez. No one told me anything and you know that. For god’s sake, you are such a pathological Liar. I would respect you more if you accept you messed and do the honorable thing by leaving quietly.” Mo replied.
“Oh really? Mo, you had to use a lie to get rid of me? That is so low Mo, even for you. I’m gonna kill that bitch. No one messes with me and gets away with it. You’ll see.”
“Really? I’m gonna prove to you that no one said anything to me. I’ve not even been alone with that innocent girl since I returned.”
There was silence for about two minutes. Then Mo continued.
“Here, come and look at this.”
First thing I heard was a gasp from Lex. She seemed to have been in shock. Again there was an awkward silence that seemed to have lasted forever. Finally, Lex broke the silence.
“I’m so sorry Mo. I didn’t know….” Lex began to say but Mo interrupted her.
“Please just leave. Have some dignity. I can’t even stand to look at you anymore. Just go.”
I quietly sneaked back to my bed and a few minutes later I heard the main door slam. Alexandrea had packed her stuffs and left. I was lost, what could have happened between those two? Few nights ago, they were fucking like crazy dogs, today, they are broken up. I wanted to go and ask Mo what had happened but I felt he may not want to talk about it. So I decided to give him space. Especially hearing him growl to himself in anger. I sat on my bed and thought about my own shattered love life. Again, I cried myself to sleep. I woke up the next morning and tip toed to the kitchen, I didn’t want to wake Mo.
“How long are you going to avoid me Lulu?”
I was startled. “Jesus! Mo, you scared me. I didn’t know you were awake.”
“I didn’t sleep. If I had slept, I wouldn’t have been able to hear you cry last night. So you still do that? What did that man do to you?”
“Don’t start with me this morning Mo. By the way, tell me, what happened here last night? Why you and Alexandrea fight?”
“Lulu, I thought you and I were close enough that you could tell me anything? We’re you ever going to tell me?”
“What do you mean? Tell you what?”
“That Alexandrea brought a man to my house and had sex with him on my bed.”
“Oh! So I wasn’t dreaming afterall. And that girl made me look like I had lost my mind. I even doubted my own sanity. So how did you find out?”
“Let’s just say I have a hidden camera in my room.”
I almost went into shock. Does that mean he has a hidden camera in my room too? That would mean he’s been spying on me and seeing everything I’ve been doing. OMG!! Mo has been watching me fuck myself to the sex sounds coming from his room. I was so embarrassed and wished the ground would open up and swallow me. If that was the case, I was going to pack up and leave his house.
“Mo, don’t tell me you’ve been spying on me. Jeez! I don’t believe this.”
I made to turn away from him but he held my arm.
“No Lulu. Believe me, there’s no camera in your room nor the bathroom. I only have a camera in my room.” he said.
“I don’t believe you Mo. I’m moving out to a hotel till I can get an apartment.”
“I swear to you Lulu. Okay come with me.”
He took me by the hand and led me to his room. When we got there. He closed the door and put off all the lights. It became very dark.
“What are you doing Mo?”
“Shhhhh, just wait.”
Suddenly, in the dark room, I noticed a red light blinking just above the door.
“You see that? That’s a camera. You can tell if a room has one when it’s dark. The red light is very tiny, but if the room is dark and you look for it, you will find it. Check your room Lulu, its not there. I have never spied on you.”
Pheww! Boy was I relieved. I went into my room and investigated. I found nothing of such. I sighed in relief. I returned to the kitchen and continued with the breakfast. We ate together.
Mo and I became very close friends. Even though I still refused to talk to him about my life, my hurts and why I ran away to America, we were still more like best friends. We did almost everything together. After his break up with Alexandrea, he never brought any other woman home. I guessed he didn’t want to jump into a new relationship so soon.
We went out for coffee or dinner several times over the next few weeks. He never made any overtures, which confirmed my instinct that he wasn’t interested in me romantically. Each time we sat closely and talked, he wondered at my familiarity and tried to determine when we might have met before. I was amused by his fixation with it, but didn’t give it much thought.
One weekend he asked me to accompany him to the house warming of a friend in Brooklyn. The turnout was huge and, unnerved by the crowd, I positioned myself at the open bar, quickly making friends with the bartender. I drank much more than I normally did. By the time Mo was ready to leave, I had to lean heavily on him in order to maintain some semblance of walking. He took me home. I wasn’t worried about Mo taking advantage of me in my drunken state, thinking he wasn’t interested in me. He was a perfect gentleman, only promising that once I was sober, he would be teasing me about this behavior. I laughed drunkenly and tumbled on the couch when we finally arrived at the apartment.
“Oh, my God,” he said, laughing and pulling me to my feet. “Come on, you lush.”
He made efforts to lead me to my room but I wobbled on my feet and laid back on the couch, he left me there and went into his room to change into something more comfortable. I got up and started taking off my coat and shoes. I think I forgot where I was and who I was with, because I just kept undressing until I was in my panties and the camisole I’d worn under my dress. He returned after he wore a boxer short and a t-shirt and looked at me in shock.
“Jesus Christ, Lulu,” he said in amusement.
I glanced down at myself before looking up again, trying to focus on him. I shrugged and lost my balance. He caught me and sat me down on the couch, grinning.
“Okay, the bathroom’s right there if you feel like you’re going to be sick. Just incase you have forgotten,” he told me, pointing.
I nodded, then dropped to my back on the couch with a sigh. Mo laughingly lifted me off the couch and took me to the my room, he moved me to the top of the bed, drawing the covers over me. He made to leave but I grabbed his hand.
“Stay,” I mumbled.
“What?” he asked, his eyes wide.
“Stay here,” I said. “Just until I fall asleep?” I pleaded.
“Oh. Sure,” he said comfortingly.
I woke in the morning curled up in the fetal position, clutching a pillow against my chest. I felt disgusting. I was clammy and could feel the makeup I hadn’t washed off caked around my eyes, and could tell my hair was curling more than usual thanks to a restless night of sleep. Fortunately my head and stomach didn’t seem to be suffering any ill effects of my alcohol intake. I laid there with my eyes closed for as long as I could, stretching my body and rubbing my face. When I finally looked around, I saw Mo sitting at the foot of the bed, watching me with an amused expression, that cryptic smile playing on his lips.
“Uh, hi,” I said lamely, propping myself up on my elbows.
“Morning,” he said cheerily.
“I’m really sorry about getting so drunk,” I muttered.
“Oh, please, don’t apologize. It was immensely entertaining,” he told me.
I snickered. “Did I say anything interesting?”
“Oh, yes,” he confirmed. “But I won’t be telling you what you said now. That’ll come later when you’ve recovered and think I’ve forgotten about this.”
“Great,” I said sarcastically.
He laughed, suddenly holding up a hand when I started to get up.
“Lulu, would you let me draw you?”
“Would I – what?” I asked dumbly.
“Well, when you stripped down to almost nothing before getting into bed,” he said with a smirk. “I got a good look at your body.”
I fell onto my back and covered my face with a pillow. I don’t know if it was the alcohol still buzzing through my system or because of how comfortable I was with Mo, but I wasn’t embarrassed about undressing. I did feel uncomfortable at his request to draw me, though.
“I’d love to have you pose for me,” Mo said.
“You don’t mean now, right?” I asked, my voice muffled by the pillow.
He plucked the pillow off my head, laughing.
“You do look pretty right now, even hungover,” he said mischievously. “But I’m guessing you’re not in the best shape to stand still for posing.”
“Oh, really?” I said haughtily. “I’ll have you know I am a spring chicken, only twenty-four years old. At this age, do not get hangovers. We bounce right back.”
“In that case, let’s go for a morning run,” he said brightly.
I groaned and rolled over. “Shut up.”
He laughed again and poked me in the arm.
“Go take a shower, you look awful.”
“Oh shut up Mo. Few minutes ago you were begging to draw me. I can’t look that bad duhhhh.”
I got up and ran into the bathroom to clean up and Mo laughed at me, making me more embarrassed but in a good way.
I called my parents again and still no one had heard of Eric. Not even Vera and Linda. I couldn’t call the Queen, I was scared. She had trusted me to fight alongside Eric for our love. Gosh! She would be so disappointed in me.
I made a big decision, a decision that would either make or brake me. I WAS GOING BACK HOME!!! Yes! Nothing was going to stop me. The best thing was to keep quiet about my plan. Not even my parents could know. They will discourage me. If only I knew that Eric was okay, I would have stayed back. But since no one knew what happened to Eric, I was going to find out for myself. I will walk straight into that Palace and demand to see Eric. It was time to fuck the traditions.
I told Mo about My plans to go back home and he was sad about it. He tried to talk me out of it but I told him I couldn’t stay. I had something to take care of. He held my hands and looked me in the eyes and said, “Lulu, I have something to tell you, I’ve held this back for weeks, I’ve come to really care about you Lulu. I can’t deny that I’m attracted to you. I love you Lulu.”
I couldn’t believe Mo just said that. I can’t deny the fact that I knew this would happen. I noticed how he looked at me. And I also felt attracted to him but my heart, body and soul still belonged to Eric. I sighed and replied, “Mo, I have also felt attracted to you. But I am still in love with someone else back home.”
“Lulu, I’m not asking you to love me now. I just want you to know how I feel. We can take it slow. Give me a chance to fill the gap in your heart.”
“I can’t promise you anything. My trip back home will determine my future. Until I go home, I can’t guarantee you anything.”
“I have a way for us to know if we have a connection.” with that, he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me. I quickly pulled away.
“Hey hold on. I’ve got to run something by you. I really do like you. But we’ve got to take this attraction slow.”
“How slow Lulu?”
“Let’s just say that until I go back home to find out some things for myself sex is completely off the table and off any other furniture.” I said rolling my eyes.
“Hahaha slow down Lulu. I wasn’t saying we should have sex or anything like that. I only want you to keep an open mind. But please do me a favor.”
“What is it?”
“Let’s travel together. I want to go with you. I want to be by your side when you make up your mind about your future. If it favors me, then you can introduce me to your parents.”
“Well, Since we are from the same place, that won’t be a problem.”
Mo got us a date to travel and it was in two weeks. By the end of that two weeks, I would have spent Fourteen whole weeks away from Eric.
That was not enough time to get over someone you truly love. I had thought that with the combined hurts and rage I felt, I would have been able to sleep with other people. After all, ever since I met Eric, that was the longest I had gone without sex. I noticed my pussy was moist at the slightest though of sex but I couldn’t. Yes, when I left home, i with the ideology that ‘The best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody’ and I said to myself ‘If it stands up to pee, I’m banging it’ but here I was, living in a house with a very hot guy whom I was sexually attracted to and yet, I couldn’t help feeling bad about getting off at the thought of another man’s sex noise let alone being touched by another man. I will hold off till I was sure my life with Eric was really over.
Mo and I grew closer like best friends in fact, but living together changed our relationship slightly after the day he tried to kiss me. Although we were able to move past that awkward moment. He was really a nice guy. We were scheduled to travel the following night. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was living with him, or the fact that I would soon be leaving, even though we were traveling together it was still going to be our last night together in a house but our friendship had become much more flirtatious in the last few days. Suddenly his jokes took on a more sexual nature and his glances down my shirt became much more frequent and obvious. I loved watching him emerge from the bathroom after having taken a shower, a towel wrapped around his hips and the water shining on his body. I imagined walking over to him and licking the water droplets off of his lean torso. Since the couch in his apartment was nothing more than a loveseat, we sat very close to each other, and the heat radiating from him rivaled that of the hot sun back home. I’d stare at the TV, fantasizing about turning towards him, pulling his head to the side and licking his neck. I didn’t do anything about it, however, not really wanting to make the living situation awkward or by chance ruining the friendship we had. Atleast we had agreed to put every physically sexual activities off the table till I was certain.
The sexual tension between had grown as the day of our departure grew near, and in that last week it was like lightening. The night before we were scheduled to travel, we listened to music and chatted, enjoying my last night together with him in a room. He sat on the couch while I sat on the floor in front of it, giving him a great view down my shirt and the opportunity to drape his leg over my shoulder. It startled me, this overt physical contact. Until this point, all contact between us had been accidental, but this was intentional and it got my heart racing. His skin was hot and I absentmindedly stroked my fingers up and down his leg as we continued to talk. Nothing was said about what he had done or what was happening, just the usual chatter, but it did take on a more sexual nature from then on. I had a hard time really concentrating on the conversation. I can’t even recall what we talked about, just that suddenly everything he said was loaded with double meanings. I was much too distracted by thoughts of rising to my knees and slowly unzipping his pants, taking the cock that I had fucked in my head (When I used to listen in on him fuck and moan) out of those pants and feeling it in my hands, in my mouth. My face was hot, I was trembling slightly, I was getting wetter by the minute, but I did nothing (Which I am now grateful for). Eventually he decided it was getting late and headed to bed.
I had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room that night because I was too tired to go to my room. The layout was such that the bedrooms and living room were connected, he slept with his door slightly open. That night, I laid awake in the dark thinking to myself “His door is open. I could just walk in there and slide into the bed with him. If he came out and asked me to suck his cock right now, I would. Oh god, he needs to come out here right now and ask.” I fought with myself, weighing the pros and cons of just walking in there when I heard the bed squeak. I strained my ears, hoping the squeak I heard was more than just him moving around. The thought that he might be jacking off in there, possibly thinking of me, made me even wetter. I slid my hands down between my legs, slowly rubbing myself through my shorts. There! I heard a slight moan. He was indeed touching himself! I slid my hands underneath my shorts and panties, slowly rubbing myself but avoiding my clit.
Mo moaned again, and I heard the rustling of the sheets. Did he think I had fallen asleep? Did he want me to hear? I started to hear pants and little groans, and I slid my finger along my slit, feeling the wetness that had been building all night. I gasped, half hoping he might hear me. The bed in the next room squeaked again and I heard the bed frame hit the wall. I let my finger rub the wetness over my clit and listened to him groan again. “He has to know I can hear…He’s doing that for me”. The thought that he was in there, touching himself, probably imagining sliding himself into me, thrilled me, and I threw my leg over the back of the couch. The bed was creaking more often now, indicating an increase in his pace. I started rubbing my clit faster with one hand and slid one of my fingers slowly inside me. I wanted to know what he was thinking. Was he sliding his cock in my mouth in his mind? Was he slowly entering me while I leaned over the couch? Was his dick sliding in between my breasts? The once quiet moans grew slightly in volume.
I rubbed my clit harder and slid my finger inside me faster; letting out a moan I’m sure he had to have heard. I didn’t care. I wanted him to hear. I wanted him to know that was listening to him jack off. All this got me so wet I had to fuck myself. I imagined going in there, climbing on top of his body and sliding his cock inside me. I wondered how big it was, how hard it would feel inside me. I groaned again, sliding a second finger inside myself. The bed was creaking steadily now, and he was making no attempt to hide his moans. He was panting, and I could just make out the slapping sound of skin on skin. I drew up my other leg, both knees in the air and spread wide. The two fingers inside my pussy were going faster and faster and I moaned loudly. In my head, he was on top of me and I was digging my fingernails into his back, begging for him to go faster, deeper, harder. He was almost continually moaning and groaning now, and my moans were matching. The finger on my clit was flying. I was so close. I started to hear his grunts, the bed was squeaking even louder and the headboard was continually hitting the wall behind it. I knew he must be close and I wanted to wait for him.
“UHHHHHHHHH…….OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH” With that loud grunt I knew he had cum, so I plunged a third finger into my pussy as my finger flew over my clit and made myself cum as well. Just as I was about to Cum, a picture of Eric and his big hard cock came to my mind and I imagined Eric, sliding his cock into my pussy and pounding me hard.
“Yessssssss…..” My back arched and my stomach spasmed. I could feel my juices leaking out of my pussy and my breathing stopped. I panted as I came down and brought my fingers to my mouth, licking myself off of them. My heart raced and I passed out. I fell asleep immediately.
I woke up the following morning feeling really sick. I couldn’t eat, whatever I put in my mouth I threw up. So Mo took me to the hospital. I was put on a bed immediately while the doctor ran some tests. How could I be sick? Why then? Just when I was going back home? After I had packed up? Mo did not leave my side. He was very supportive.
“Lulu, no matter what it is, I want you to know that I will be here for you 100 Percent. If you want, I can reschedule or flight or put it on hold till when you get better.” Mo said.
“Mo, don’t even say that, I beg you. Nothing will stop me from leaving this country tonight. Get it? So don’t even think about it. I must be home by tomorrow even if I have to be flown home in an air-ambulance. I have a credit card that can make that happen, so believe me when I say Nothing will stop me from leaving tonight.”
Just as Mo tried to calm me down the doctor came back in.
To Be Continued………………… ©