“You’re even more beautiful when you’re naked. Your parents know why they named you Honey.” He got to my thighs and gave me love bites, turned me over and licked my bum; He widened my legs and rubbed my pussy. He then said you’re so wet for me honey, and with that he licked my pussy

I wasn’t called mischief Honey for nothing. It was fun to my friends and I. On some days I watched others pull their pranks and laugh, on other days I’ll pull out mine just to show #who the boss was. My most common mischief was to fart in the room and lock my friends in; it brought me laughter seeing the disgust on their faces as they drowned in the smell. My friends and I stayed in the same neighborhood. We had just finished schooling and though separated by distance sometimes, we never failed to keep in touch.

“Hey mom good morning, I’m off to meet the girls, see you later.” I said. My mom called me back and she had that look, the look where she was going to give me some lengthy talk about men and life. And she started to advise and remind me that I was in my mid twenties and there were things I was supposed to have outgrown and things I was supposed to be thinking about like having a man and thinking about kids. So I promised I was going to try and stop being mischievous and told her a man would come.

 

I gave her a peck and when I got outside I yelled “mommy there’s someone looking for you.” She got outside and didn’t find anyone. I couldn’t hold my laughter; I could see how pained she was because she was actually expecting someone. I could hear her screaming, “That’s why you don’t have a boyfriend.” It only made me laugh more.

It was obvious by the description that he could make a virgin drip. I watched them describe him and I asked them “Are you guys sure you hate this guy

My friends Bolanle and Mary had been talking about one guy that just moved into our neighborhood. They didn’t like him because he was too serious in his general disposition like a private security guard, and they thought that he was full of himself cos he had this hunk look in charm, build and looks. It was obvious by the description that he could make a virgin drip. I watched them describe him and I asked them “Are you guys sure you hate this guy, because by your description it looks like you’re both tripping.” He’s fine but we don’t care. We should do something mischievous to him, it’ll be fun they said with their eyes opened and the mischievous smiles, but I declined because I was trying to be of good behavior having just promised my mom.

 

We talked about school, different people we met and our adventures. We talked about our life plans. Bolanle is a travel freak, she wanted to be a blogger and tourist, and she wanted to meet fine men as that kind of life really drives her crazy. Mary was the cook, she had always dreamt of extending her skills into the restaurant business and who knows a franchise might just be on the horizon. While for me, I just wanted to be free collecting arts, appreciating life and nature; in simple terms I’m just an art lover. We were going to be fine eventually.

We talked for a while and then I told them about the guy I met in school and how it was beautiful for a while and I felt it was all a dream. His name is Fred. They asked for his social media handle and started stalking him. I knew it was going to happen. I urged them to stop. The main issue was he wasn’t checking on me anymore, he always brought up one excuse or the other and he recently started hinting on how he was going to travel soon and things might not even work out again. Bolanle held me and explained that I should move on because it was obvious he didn’t like me anymore. She asked if he ever bought me any gift and I said no; she asked if I knew his friends and I said yes and his family? I said no. Well he clearly doesn’t like you enough, Mary chipped in.

 

And Bolanle affirmed by nodding. Mary responded and said ‘And we know you would have bought gifts for him because when you like someone you give them your everything. I couldn’t deny because it was true. They cheered me up and Bolanle said forget about Fred. Let’s go to the beach. And she kept talking about how we were going to take lots of pictures. As we left I called Fred and as usual he didn’t pick or return my calls. And that was how our days went on, no regrets, visiting new places, all joy and fun.

This time we were going to do him dirty and I didn’t care about the promise I made to my mom.

One day we decided to visit the park and on our way home, we were singing loud happily and then it happened. A jeep sped right past us splashing dirty water into our car. It was disgusting and Mary noticed that was the new neighbor they didn’t like. This time we were going to do him dirty and I didn’t care about the promise I made to my mom. We planned to get into his yard and ruin his car tyres, spray his car and write nasty things on his car window. We got to Bolanle’s house, rested and waited for nightfall.

 

We got up around 1am and drove to his house. Mary went round to ensure the lights were off. While she was at it, I started to loosen his tyres and bolanle started spraying. After a while I heard abort, abort and before I could pack my things I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was scared to death, my heart was pounding harder than usual and it was definitely racing faster. I got up and raised my hands, he pointed his flashlight in my face and took off my hoodie and I gave a very fake smile with my teeth wide open.

And then I said, “I don’t care but you drove past us and splashed dirty water on us and this is my pay back. You can call the police for all I care.” And the weirdest thing happened. He burst out laughing hard. For a moment I thought he was crazy. He stopped laughing and said “Pardon my manners, my name is Nick. Bolanle and Mary came back with both their elder brothers and I smiled. For a moment I thought they had bailed on me. We all laughed and made peace afterwards. Nick started checking on me, getting me gifts often and sometimes took the girls and I out. The girls teased us and called us lovebirds even though we were just friends. But were we just friends, because sometimes I wanted him to kiss me and hold me close.

Each time he smiled I battled with my body, my nipples were so hard I could feel it calling out to be sucked

Nick invited me over to his house for dinner. We wined and dined, asked personal questions and shared jokes. Each time he smiled I battled with my body, my nipples were so hard I could feel it calling out to be sucked. In my head I could already feel him caressing and touching me everywhere. Then Nick said “would it be weird if I told you I’ve always wanted to know you better, if possible date you. That’s if you say yes.” I smiled shyly and prayed I was going to be able to hold myself. “Are you asking me out Nick.” And he replied “Please date me, I’m not saying I am the best but I wanna be for you, let’s try to make this work and if you don’t like me.

” I kissed his lips before another word came out of his mouth and it felt like a good place. His lips were accommodating and sweet and he kissed me back and let his tongue explore my mouth. His hands played with my nipples and I couldn’t hold myself from moaning out loudly. His mouth went to my neck and as he kissed me, it sent shivers to my whole body. My body felt so hot like it was on fire and it wanted to be quenched by him. He sucked on my nipples and gave both adequate attentions that none felt jealous. He lifted me up and took me to his bedroom. He dropped me gently on the bed and as he took off my clothes he kissed me tenderly.

 

“You’re even more beautiful when you’re naked. Your parents know why they named you Honey.” He said. And I blushed hard. He got to my thighs and gave me love bites, turned me over and licked my bum; He widened my legs and rubbed my pussy. He then said you’re so wet for me honey, and with that he licked my pussy. He turned me over and took off his clothes while he looked at me. I was breathing hard and then he came back, kissed me hard, and fondled my breasts while I felt his hard cock on me. He went down again to my pussy and I felt his breath and when his lips touched my clit I squirted immediately. He looked at me and smiled. And then he said “am going to make you squirt some more.

Those ladies who moaned sexy and had some sort of composure definitely never had their clit licked and sucked on for over 30 minutes

” With that his lips went back to work with his hands holding my thighs.
The feeling I felt is indescribable but it was sure the best feeling I ever had in my life. I wanted him to stop and I didn’t want him to stop because it felt so good, it felt like pleasure and sweet torture and I didn’t know how much I could take but I was willing to find out as I was locked down in his grip. Those ladies who moaned sexy and had some sort of composure definitely never had their clit licked and sucked on for over 30 minutes because there I was moaning, screaming, growling, scratching and trying to get out of his grip but wishing deep inside that he held me stronger and not let me go.

 

I didn’t mind passing out from that feeling . It got so intense that I had to switch from English to my igbo dialect. As i begged in igbo and called him sweet names, promising him heaven and earth he gave that wicked laughter like I have not seen anything yet and then I squirted and squirted while I was still squirting and he let me go. “Then he said you’ve still not given me a reply, please be my girlfriend. I smiled, went on top of him, kissed him and said yes. Then I guided his cock into my dripping pussy and rode while he growled and begged me not to stop. I would stop and suck his dick, lick his perineum and put his dick back into my pussy and enjoyed every bit of him as we switched positions. We went on like animals in heat till we both reached cloud nine.

I woke up to him smiling in my face. He kissed me, we showered together and he went downstairs to fix breakfast. I couldn’t stop playing what had happened in my head and it only made me smile, I picked up my phone and saw missed calls from my mom and it was almost midday. I could hear voices downstairs so I tried to eavesdrop. “Bro I’ve been calling you but you haven’t been picking up, i was around the neighborhood with my girlfriend so I thought I should check on you.” The voice sounded really familiar. I went and It was him. It was Fred. Then Nick saw me and said
“Honey meet my brother Fred and that’s his girlfriend.”

Words by Caroline Eligbue