Finally, heavens heard my prayers. Boarding was announced and I couldn't wait to get on the plane. That was the only time I will be sure that I was safe from Eric. Tears welled up in my eyes as I sat down and fastened my seat belt. I was missing Eric so much, how was I going to survive without his love? I was tempted to abort the plan and just head back home but that would ruin Eric's life. I couldn't get the words of the King out of my head. I wanted to hear Eric's voice, just for one last time before take off but I couldn't gather the courage. I brought out my phone and turned it on for the first time since I switched it off. I had to call my parents and let them know I was boarding and that I was okay. Immediately the phone came on, it rang. Caller ID? Eric. Why was I not surprised? I contemplated whether to pick up the phone or not.
"Ain't you going to get that?" the man sitting next to me asked.
I looked at him and rolled my eyes, 'what the hell was his business' I thought to myself. I starred into the phone in my hand, it was as if Eric had put the phone on automatic redial. I couldn't even get to call my parents because the phone won't stop ringing. The guy beside me kept making uncomfortable sounds which I found very irritating. He was murmuring under his breath "If you don't wanna pick, then turn the damn phone off"
I pretended not to hear him. After a few seconds, I decided to pick the call.
"Hello." I said.
"Lulu, my love, my life, please don't do this to me. I'm going to die. Where are you? I will come and get you. Remember your promises, think about my kisses and caresses. Please I beg you Lulu, don't leave me. I beg you in the name of whatever you hold sacred. Don't go please baby. I will figure out a way for us to be together." Eric cried.
I didn't say anything, I was dumbfounded. My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed hard. But how could I ever forget the King's words? I needed to stay strong.
"Okay Lulu, if you must go, please take me with you. Let's go away together, I will go to the end of the world with you. Please my love. I beg you. Please say something my Princess."
My heart broke into a thousand pieces. Tears welled up in my eyes. I finally found my voice and replied. "Eric, believe me, I would give anything to be with you right now, but I can't let you throw your life away. I can't let you disappoint our people. Posterity will never forgive me and you know I will become an outcast. We will never be welcomed in our own town again. I love you baby, but this is for the best. I will always love you."
What happened next shocked me. But thinking about it later, I understood. Eric screamed so loud as he cried into the phone. "You are a coward Lucy, do you know that? You don't fucking fight for love because you are too terrified of it. I hate you Lucy. I hate what loving you has done to me. I hate that day I set my eyes on you. You are a bloody coward who does not know what love is and how to hold onto it. I curse you Lucy, you will never be happy I swear. And you will never forgive yourself when you have my blood on your hands. I hate you Lucy. And don't you dare come to my funeral. I hate you."
The line went dead. My heart almost stopped beating. I clutched my chest and breathed in deeply and exhaled heavily. I felt sick to my stomach. I had to rush to the lavatory to throw up. I came back to my seat, covered my face and cried so bitterly.
"Are you okay?" the man sitting next to me asked. I couldn't even bring myself to answer him. I tried but choked on my own saliva. So I I just kept quiet. I was sitting by the window so I faced the window and turned the back of my head to him. I called my father to let him know I was safe and boarded. I also told him what Eric said to me in tears.
"Lulu, don't worry, he's only hurting. Ofcourse you know he does not mean those things. He maybe angry now, but he will soon realize all you did was for his own good."
Those were the exact words of my father and honestly, it was soothing. I felt relieved. I also spoke to my mother and I begged her to keep an eye on Eric for me. My parents were very supportive and their words encouraged me, I felt a bit relived. I sent Eric a text.
"My Prince, the love of my life, my treasure, my hero, forgive me please. I'm doing this for you, for us. Yes you were right, I will never be happy, how can I be? When I'm not with you? You will always be the man for me. My regards to your mother, please ask her to forgive me. And tell the King I said Thank you, he was right. I LOVE YOU!."
Immediately, my phone beeped. Eric replied.
"The King? Did you see him? What did he say to you? What is he right about? Is he responsible for your leaving me? Lucy, what transpired between you and the King?"
Oops, I may have said too much. I quickly switched the phone off and put it in my bag.
"Feeling better I see." the voice beside me said.
I smiled and replied, "Yeah, better thanks."
"Glad to hear that. I've been watching you right from the departure hall. You have been gloomy. Wanna talk about it?"
"No thanks. I'm good. So you've been stalking me?"
"Hahaha Na, We are sitting together by coincidence. I was looking at you because you look very familiar. But I can't seem to place your face or where we met."
I smiled, and for the first time, I gave him a good look. He looked familiar as well. But I just couldn't remember him either. I felt a bit more at ease.
"By the way, my name is Mo." he stretched forward his hand for a hand shake.
I took his hand in mine and we shook. "Lulu here." I replied.
"Oh! Nice to meet you Lulu. What a weird name I must add."
We both laughed. I just didn't want to tell him who I was. Since he already said I looked familiar, I didn't want to be recognized by someone who knew Eric and I together. I hadn't gone that far only to be discovered. Mo was a good spot, he joked a lot and made me laugh.
"So tell me Lulu, where are you coming from and where are you going?" he asked
"Well, I'm on the same fight with you. So obviously we are headed to the same location. As for where I'm coming from, let's just say that as long as you don't get nosy about the life I just left behind, you and I can be friends. Deal?"
"Opps! I'm sorry. Didn't mean to pry. Just wanted to get to know you. Deal."
"Well, let's just say, my life just began today. I won't ask for your information and you won't ask for mine."
"Hmmm, you must be running away from something bitter. So where are you heading?"
"New york."
"Wow, same here."
"And where will you be staying?"
"I will be at my dad's cousin's place. I've not spoken to her though. But my dad talked to her and shw will pick me up. I will only be with her for a while."
"I see. Okay then Lulu. It's a pleasure meeting you."
I smiled. Mo and I got talking all through the flight, except when we slept. He told me about his work in New York and about his relationship. I only told him I left my life behind to start afresh. Mo was a good distraction. Atleast he got my mind off my worries and Eric. I was dying to talk about Eric, but I didn't want to. I felt not talking about Eric will make me heal faster. As if........
Anyway, we arrived and I called my father's cousin who was supposed to come pick me up with Mo's phone. But no one would pick. Mo was a gentleman, he said he would wait at the airport with me until my relative came to get me. I must say, the weather was cold. I didn't have enough time to shop back home for clothes suitable for the weather. Mo was kind enough to open his suitcase and give me a jacket. After we waited for three hours and nobody called me back, picked my calls or even came to get me. Irrespective of the fact that I left voice messages on the answering machine. I was tired and frustrated.
"I don't know how to say this Lulu, but you can come wait at my place. They will call my phone anyway, and when they call, they can come and pick you at my place. You Can't sit here like this. Trust me, you need some hot coffee."
Mo made sense. It was really cold the morning we arrived. So we left for his place. I don't get it. If papa's cousin didn't want me in her place, why did she say I could stay there? I had a very hot shower and Mo made us something to eat, the hot soup was nice. Surprisingly, no one returned my call. I was very upset. I told Mo to take me to a hotel but he declined. He said I could stay in his spare room. Truth is, I felt safer being around someone. I don't know what I would do to myself if I was alone, I missed Eric so much. I had promised my parents I'd call them on arrival but I didn't. If Papa knew how I was left stranded at the airport, he'd be furious. Besides, Mo was nice. He would go to work and I would stay home, and when he returned in the evenings, he would either cook or we will go out for dinner. We became very close friends and got used to eachother, it was as if we knew eachother for so long.
Mo told me about his girlfriend, a white girl called Alexandrea. He preferred to call her Lex. She was a pretty girl and nice too, with a long blonde hair. Mo told her we were related and that I had come to America to study for a few months. Lex didn't mind at all, we actually got along just fine. Every time Lex was around, I will give them space and just remain in my room. Having Lex come over had its pros and cons. I had a female to relate with in the house and the cons? The fuck sounds that came out of their room made me want to go home to Eric. It left me wet and horny all the time. It was like Lex was insatiable. She could hardly keep her hands off Mo. They were both like wild dogs. She brought out the fuck beast in Mo.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
That went on almost every night on the wall next to mine. I knew what was going on because loud moans of ecstasy always accompanied the banging. I was surprised they hadn't torn down the wall yet. Ah, young love, or hot-fuck-me-senseless-now lust rather. My cries for Eric at night were mostly interupted by their fuck sounds, the squeaking bed, the moans and groans, the head board hitting the wall which happened to be the wall that separated me from them even-though the wall was not really thick. This particular night was a disaster for me. They have never been so careless about the fact that someone else slept next door. But that night, caution was thrown to the wind. I had spent the entire night crying and thinking about Eric when I heard the sounds. However, my side of the wall was always quiet everynight. I laid on my queen size bed, silk sheets covering my aching naked body and sighed in envy. I tried to tune out the pleasure emanating from the room next to mine, but it was hard to do so when the sounds of fucking is an automatic turn on for me. I tried hard to stay focused but the sounds grew more frantic from next door. How could they go for hours like that and not stop for a break? I gave up trying to ignore the moans and scooted over towards the edge of my bed and placed my ear to the wall. Mo was fucking Lex again. I don't know Why but I became really jealous. Mo was a very hot guy. He was tall dark and handsom and he had a killer body just like Eric's. His looks were similar to Eric's especially the long Afro hair. I got wet just thinking he was doing me and not Lex.
I didn't know how it happened but my left hand caressed my breasts. My other hand drifted from the bed up my leg and flicked my clit. I inhaled sharply and followed the noise from the other room. Mo was doing something right I guessed, because Lex had started her keening-which always preludes her big O.
I flipped over onto my knees and imagined Mo grasping my hips as he plunges hard into me doggie style. My pussy got wetter and my clit started to throb, I massaged my clit hoping to take away some of the tenseness, but that only made me hotter. I reached for my bedside my bedside drawer and brought out a Vibrator Eric got for me on one of our trips to Europe. I found it in my bag when I unpacked. Truth is, I hid it in one of the compartments in that particular travel bag many months ago so when I packed it up I unknowingly came along with it. Who knew I would ever need it? I guess Eric did. I got the battery out of the wall clock and inserted it into the vibe. I swirled my tongue around its tip and on a 'bang' I stuck it to the wall-hoping it stays and it did.
I switched the vibe to 'random madness' and massaged my clit some more. Still on my knees I drew the vibrator into my mouth to lube it up. Wowsers, the vibes felt sexy wrong in my mouth. I gently plunged my 2 middle fingers into my now sopping wet slit, ohmygosh, was I wet and clenching with anticipation. Mo was fucking faster and Lex was now keening in shorter gasps. She was close, maybe. Can someone really go that fast, as the thought came I realized I was now dripping.
I turned around and scooted towards the wall and my red silicone cock. I was so wet I didn't need to push back more than once and I impaled myself with the beautiful feeling of being filled. I moved back and forth every other bang on the wall, which was fast, but I was too fucking horny and worked up to care about speed. My left arm held me up and my right hand went to work swirling hard around my clit. The tension started building low in my groin and I clenched my clit between two fingers. Sharp, pleasurable pain. I thought of Eric and my body vibrated.
I doubled time my thrusts against the wall to match Mo's erotically fast speed. My hips thrust up and down as my arm pushed me back and forth. I heard a loud smack and Lex moaned louder. Mo just spanked her. Yah, my pussy just clenched in raw, animalistic jealousy.
I started pushing back harder and faster, now bumping against the wall at the same time Mo was making the bed move. I moaned to my own pleasure as I felt an earth shattering orgasm take me over. I clenched the juicy slick cock inside me and bit my pillow to stifle my orgasmic groan of relief, my hips still thrusting and my pussy still clenching. After I orgasmed, I fell to the bed and passed out. Very early in the morning, I heard a knock on my door, I quickly took the vibe off the bed and put it back in the drawer.
"Come in." I replied to the knocks.
The door opened and I saw Mo standing at the door all dressed up.
"Morning Lulu. I hope I didn't wake you up?"
"Morning Mo. No you didn't, I was already up."
"Anyways, I came to let you know I'm going on a business trip to East Orange, New Jersey. I won't be back till after two days, I want to inspect an art gallery over there. If you need anything, talk to Lex. She will be here till I return."
"Wow! Two whole days? Seriously? Okay then. Stay safe."
I've been with Mo for four weeks and that was going to be the first time he was not be coming home. But the good thing was that I had Lex next door. I went back to sleep almost immediately.
"You still sleeping Lulu? I hope we didn't keep you up last night?" Lex's voice woke me up. She walked right up to me and sat next to me on the bed.
"No Lex. Don't worry about it. I slept right through it." I lied through my teeth.
Later that evening, Lex said she was going out for a drink while I stayed home and cried as I yearned for Eric. I felt quite dirty having to fuck myself last night and even imagine another man's cock. But then I thought, I'm only human. I'm just a woman. I decided to call my parents with the phone Mo had gotten for me.
"Lulu, what happened? Are you okay? Where are you?"
"Slow down papa. I can't catch a break. I'm fine."
I replied. I went ahead and told Papa how his cousin left me stranded and how a good Samaritan came to my rescue. Papa was disappointed in his cousin but at the same time he wasn't happy I was squatting in a stranger's house. I assured him I was fine. I spoke with my mother and she was glad I was doing well. I asked after Eric and my mother told me he's been combing the whole town, looking for me and that he had been to our house uncountable times in the last few weeks. But that for the past few days, they have not heard of him nor seen him. I was worried, what if something bad has happened to him? But Mama said that if that were to be the case, then the news would have been everywhere. I was very sad with the fact that no one had heard of Eric.
I cried till I drifted off to sleep, but was awakened a few hours later by the front door. It was 1AM and Alexandrea must have been drunk I thought, hearing her giggling and stumbling into the house. Then I heard a male voice. I couldn't make out any words, just the sound of voices coming through the living room. I rolled my eyes, turned over and attempted to fall asleep again. I thought maybe Mo had cancelled his trip.
What seemed like a few minutes later (but could have been longer, I had kind of drifted into that space between waking and sleeping where time doesn't seem to really mean anything) I heard a soft moan, or at least I thought that's what I heard. Was it? I held my breath and strained my ears to listen. Did I just imagine it or did I really hear it? I heard another moan, a bit louder this time. I got off the bed and walked towards my door. Mo's door was just next to mine and it was open which meant I was close enough to hear the moans even though the male voice was not familiar, it turned me on to no end. I'm not a Voyeur or anything like that but hearing a man being vocal gets me turned on and wet in an instant. I stayed standing there, my ear pressed against the only barrier between Mo's room and I, imagining what was going on in the other room. We're they naked? Was she exploring his body with her hands, or was she using her mouth?
"Yesss....Oh god, Lexie, please suck my cock harder..."
Ah, she was taking him in her mouth. Oh how I longed to be her right now, taking his hard cock in my own mouth. I slowly let my hand drift down under the waistband of my shorts to rest on top of my panties and lightly rubbed myself. I didn't want to cum too fast; I wanted to cum with him.
"That's it Lexie...God your tongue feels amazing! Keep doing that..."
In my head, I was on my knees, taking his cock as deep inside my mouth as I could, holding the back of his legs for support. I saw him looking down at me, and then throwing his head back as he pulled on my hair.
"Yes! Oh god, yesss....ohhhhh Lexie stop! I don't want to cum yet!"
I was slightly disappointed, but only slightly, at his proposal to stop, and took that opportunity to walk to my bed, silently opened the drawer and took out my vibrator. I needed it. I crept back to the door, but this time I sat on the floor with my legs spread out in front of me.
"God, you're so wet Lexie!"
"Yessss..."
I wished at that moment that there was a hole in the wall or that I could phase through the solid material, ANYTHING that would let me see what was happening. I was left with only my imagination, which was driving me wild, but was keeping me so hot. I slid my shorts and panties down now, lightly rubbing my clit with the wetness I was leaking.
"Come on, just slide a finger inside me! You're driving me crazy! Please!"
Hearing Lex, the same woman who was furiously fucked last night, beg to be touched as if she was sex starved, turned me on even more. I lifted the shirt I was wearing and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts fall free. With one hand I ran my fingers around the nipples, circling closer and closer until I was pinching my nipple between my fingers. With the other, I was still stroking my clit, but I went just a little faster.
"Lick my clit please! Just like that...god I'm gonna cum! Ohhhh yessss FUCK!"
I could hear the squeaking of bed as she thrashed around. I could feel her orgasm as if it were my own, feel his tongue rubbing my clit and his fingers thrusting in and out of my body. I allowed myself a small orgasm, keeping as quiet as I could.
"Get up here now and fuck me!"
"Oh yes, with pleasure Lexie!"
I heard them both moan as I assumed he slid himself inside of her. With that, I placed my feet flat on the carpet, raising my knees, and slid the vibrator inside of me. I didn't turn it on, just slowly slid it in and out, steadying myself by leaning back on my hand.
"God, you're really wet. Fuck!"
She only answered in moans and whimpers. I closed my eyes and started thrusting the vibrator just a little faster. I could almost feel his hot breath on my cheek and neck as he panted, see the sweat glistening over his skin and felt it against my own hot flesh. I'd place my lips right against his neck, feeling his heartbeat against them, gently biting him as his pace quickened.
"Yes! Oh GOD! Ohhhh!"
"Get on your hands and knees."
I did as he had said, pretending it was me he was talking to. I got on my knees, resting my head against the wall, making sure the vibrator didn't fall out as I changed positions. I finally turned it on, assured that their own passions would cover any sounds me or my vibrator might make.
"Fuck...yesss....god you feel so tight like this...."
"Pull my hair! Yes!! Harder! HARDER!!"
In my mind, it wasn't her screaming for him to fuck her harder, it was me. I turned the vibrator up more, thrusting it hard into me, using my other hand to rub my clit furiously. I wanted to cum, I NEEDED to cum, and I was going to cum hard, but not without him. I could just barely make out the sounds of their flesh as he fucked her from behind and the groans of the bed as their passion rocked it. Their moans and groans were getting louder, I could almost hear him growl. God, how I wanted that cock to be Eric's cock fucking me, feeling his cock slamming in and out of my pussy.
"Oh god, Lexie...yes...Ohhhhh....."
"Fuck me harder!! FUCK!!, I NEED it harder! Slam it into me! OH pleeaassseeee!"
I didn't know if was just the drinks that had made her so vocal but she was expressing everything I was feeling. I didn't just want it hard, I needed it. I switched the vibrator to high, pulling away from the wall slightly and bucking my hips back and forth as I rubbed my clit.
"Fuck! Ohhhh fuuuuuckkkkk....Lexie, I'm....ooohhh god I'm gonna cuuuuuummmmmmmm"
"yesssssss....oohhhhh gooodddddd" I whispered. I couldn't have stopped even if I tried. In my head he was cumming inside me, filling me up. My body went rigid as I came, and came hard. I kept plunging the vibrator inside of my pussy to the sounds of her squealing as she came, but I was thinking about Eric writhing behind me as he unloaded into me. My body was writhing and twitching, now, as I was panting and biting my lip to keep from screaming as I felt my juices slip out of my pussy past the vibrator.
I came down, panting and trying to catch my breath, and slowly made my way back to my bed. Part of me was embarrassed that I had listened in on other people's intimate moment and gotten off. I was so weak and fell asleep.
I woke up late the next morning but that wasn't a problem. I had no where to go afterall. While in the kitchen making pancakes, I decided to call out for Mo and Lex to find out if they wanted some.
"Mo, Lex, I'm making pancakes, want some?" I called out from the kitchen.
Next thing I knew, Lex came running out of the room screaming like a mad woman. Her blonde hair scattered all over her face enough to scare a child and she barely wrapped her naked body with a white sheet. I was in shock myself.
"What? Lulu, did you say Mo? He's back? Where is he?"
"What do you mean where is he? Wasn't he the one you came home with last night?" I asked in confusion. "I thought I heard the both of you come in together around 1AM. I heard voices so I just thought....."
"Well, you thought wrong. I didn't even come home till 6AM. Maybe you were dreaming."
Was this lady kidding me? I know what I heard for heaven's sake. I even got off listening to their fuck noise. Now she tells me I was dreaming? I ignored her and walked right into Mo's bedroom but to my surprise, there was no one there. Except for the scattered bed. I felt lost. Was I loosing my mind? I was very sure about what I heard last night. So what was she talking about? I didn't want to ask her anymore questions so I went back to making breakfast for us. We ate and went out to see a movie together. Mo returned the following day. Damn! Was I glad to see him. After we had lunch, I went to my room to call home, no one still heard of Eric. I said a little prayer for him and hoped that he was okay. While I was still lost in thought, I heard sounds, I thought the wild dogs were at it again, fucking eachother's brains out. But then, it was wasn't the normal moans, it sounded like an argument. Their voices became louder. I went closer to my door, our doors were open so it was easy to hear them clearly.
"That bitch be telling you lies about me right? I'm sure she wants to have a feel of you that's why she's telling you nasty things about me yeah?" Lex said.
"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.
"Doctor, what's wrong with me? How soon can I leave here?" I asked.
The doctor turned to Mo and asked him if he was my husband, Mo said no. The doctor asked him to excuse us. When Mo got up to leave, I asked him to stay.
"Doctor, please, I'm sure whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of Mo. He's Family."
"Alright Ma'm, that's fine. Well, the test we carried out shows you are fine. No cause for alarm." the doctor replied.
"So doctor why am I feeling this bad?"
"You mean you didn't know?"
"Know what doctor? Know what?"
"You are fourteen weeks Pregnant! Congratulations Ma'm.
W-H-A-T?????
To Be Continued..................... ©
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