Chapter 3 A GAME FOR FOUR

A GAME FOR FOUR

CHAPTER 3

I went to bed and joined her. You can imagine the rest for yourself. About an hour later, business done, she put on her clothes, and we came back to the living room. I peeped outside to make sure that no neighbours were on their balconies. When I was sure no one was around, I signaled her to leave. However, we had this conversation before she left.

“I don’t want anyone to know about this.” I told her.

“Why?”

“I am just a private person and I would appreciate if this remains between us.”

“Alright, you can count on me.”

That evening, around 7:00 PM, I was at home all alone when Mathilda came again.

“Hi Mr. Rudolf.”

“Just call me, Rudolf.”

“My mum said I should come and check if you are home.”

“Alright, tell her that I am home.”

She was about to go, then she turned around and asked.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes.”

“Is anything going on between you and my mum?”

“No, why did you ask?”

“She shows so much interest in you, and she always talks about you.” She replied.

“Really? But I don’t have anything with her.”

“Alright, because I don’t want to share you with anyone, not even my own mother.”

“Don’t worry. I have only you.”

She went back and told her mum that I was home. Her mum instructed her to stay at the bar to attend to the customers. Then, she, Laura came to my house to see me. She had never been to my house before. This was her first time. She didn’t come empty handed. She brought food. That is the good thing about dating or being friends with older women. They can kill you with food.

“Hi Rudy.” She greeted.

“Oh! Welcome Laura. You didn’t tell me you were coming.” I spoke, standing up to welcome her.

“I sent my daughter to find out if you were home.”

“That is not the same thing. Anyway, welcome and make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you, I brought food for you.”

“That is so kind of you.” I took the food from her and kept it in my kitchen. When I got back to the living room, I asked.

“Should I get anything for you?”

“No, I want us to go out. I want us to go to Blush Nightclub. It has been a long time since I was last at a nightclub.”

“I have never been to a club before.” I told her.

“Then, take this as a good opportunity for you to experience a new kind of life.”

I looked keenly at her and now understood why she was dressed the way she did. She was wearing just a mini skirt that almost went right up to her behind, and a skimpy top. On her feet were very high stilettos. I had no time to waste. I got dressed for clubbing immediately and we both walked out of the compound. We got a bike and headed for Blush.

We were at Blush now. We had secured a table that we shared with four other people of mixed gender. There were lots of drinks to go round, and the music was very loud. When the DJ played Johnny Drille’s ‘How Are You?’, she stood, pulled me up and we danced together. I couldn’t believe she was such a good dancer. When the music stopped, we sat down and continued drinking.

It was about 2:00 AM now and I decided that it was time for us to go home. She was drunk and it looked like she was one of those women who became horny as soon as they were drunk. I got a bike, paid the rider at once and we both got on it.

The driver sped away to our neighbourhood, but several times, we came close to being involved in an accident. That is because, Laura couldn’t hold herself. She kept attempting to kiss me on the bike. I wondered how she thought that was possible. I kept cautioning her to stop until we got home, but she wouldn’t heed my warnings, and several times, the bike man had to slow down, or we would have fallen into the bushes by the side of the road.

When the bike man finally brought us to the neighbourhood, her bar had already closed and her daughter, Mathilda, had already gone to sleep. Everywhere was quiet, so I decided to take her to my house because she was heavily drunk.

As we climbed the stairs that led to my second-floor apartment, she was in front, and I was behind to make sure she didn’t fall. I started thinking to myself. Here I was with her at my disposal. She was drunk, horny and was going to spend the night in my house. What was I going to do?

It was a very complicated situation. It would have been different if I hadn’t had anything to do with her daughter, but now I had. If I did anything with her, it would mean I was going to be involved in a love triangle with a daughter and her mother.

That was very dangerous and ungodly. But she wanted it and she wanted it so badly. What was I going to do? I was trapped. I had taken alcohol too, and though I wasn’t as drunk as she was, I was feeling tipsy too. I was lost as to what to do.

We had finished climbing the stairs and were now on the landing that led to my apartment. I removed my keys and with an unsteady hand, tried to open the door, but the keys slipped form my hand and fell on the ground.

As I tried to bend double to get the keys, she grabbed my T Shirt violently and brought her mouth to mine, putting all the weight on her body on mine. I almost lost my footing. I tried to push her away, but she held on tightly. Her breath stank of alcohol.

“Henry, please, make love to me.” She spoke in a drunken voice.

“What are you saying?” I was confused. “My name is not Henry.”

“Please, stop playing games, Henry. You know it has been long. You left me alone for so long, and now that you have come, why are you still making excuses. Please, make love to me.”

My sense of reasoning completely flew out of the window. She was too close for comfort and my LGA had started responding. I couldn’t wait any longer. The only waiting I could do was to find out who Henry was, and that would only be later. For now, I had to get to work, or this woman was going to strangle me.

I abandoned the project of picking my house keys which still laid on the floor and concentrated on Laura instead. I turned her around, raised her mini skirt, shifted her panties and without any thought of protecting myself, entered her violently. You know, I was tipsy, and sixty percent of my actions were driven by alcohol. She gasped as I entered and as I started the tactile movement, I also had to struggle to support her to be upright because she could barely stand.

“Henry! Henry!! You are killing me. I missed this.” She moaned.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise me you won’t.”

“I promise.”

“You know I love you so much, right?”

“Yes, babe. I love you too.”

Whoever Henry was, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I just wanted to enjoy the moment while it lasted. I was committing a great error, but I didn’t want to think about that. She was a beautiful, curvy and sexy woman, every man’s dream woman.

I got tired of holding her upright, so, I let her lie on the floor. I turned her around when she had laid on the floor, spread her legs and got back on her. That position was more enjoyable since I didn’t need to go through the stress to hold her upright. She was screaming and moaning and pulling my hair and scratching my back. She was in a wild world of ecstasy as she believed she was making love with Henry.

We were still deep into it when I heard the sound of a car approaching. I figured it was one of my neighbours who had also gone to the club with his wife. They were on their way home. If I didn’t act quickly, they were going to catch us pants down, literally. I tried to get up from Laura, but she would have none of it and grabbed me tighter.

“Someone’s coming.” I whispered to her. “My neighbour and is wife. They will be driving into the compound soon and might see us.”

“So what? Let them mind their own business. Am I not your wife, too?”

“My what?”

“Please, don’t pull out. I haven’t had enough.” She begged.

I pulled out nevertheless. I couldn’t keep adhering to the dictates of a drunk woman. I fumbled for the keys in the darkness of my balcony and found it. I opened the door and dragged her inside. It was timely too, because just at that moment, my neighbour drove into the compound with the bright headlamps of his car fully on. A second later, and they would have seen us.

When we got into the living room, we continued. This time, I had gone back behind her and was hitting hard. I decided that we should go to the bedroom. However, I didn’t pull away from her as we walked to the bedroom. I was jamming all the way until we hit the bed.

The bed was too comfortable for her. Before I could release, she was already asleep. I pulled out, went to the bath, relieved myself and came back to the bedroom. I carried her and placed her properly on the bed. Then, I laid beside her and fell asleep immediately.

My phone alarmed at 4:00 AM and startled me. I opened my eyes and, now that my eyes and brain was clearer, it dawned on me that Laura was right beside me, dead asleep. I smiled when I realized that. I tried to wake her up, but she wouldn’t budge. I wanted more of her. When I realized that she wasn’t complying, I got on her and did it myself. She slept there like a corpse and didn’t notice anything.

Around 5:00 AM, I woke her up again. I woke her because I wanted her to go to her house. I didn’t want her to sleep until morning. I didn’t want my neighbours to see her leaving my apartment in the morning. She managed to wake up, but she was still feeling terribly sleepy.

“Laura, Laura, can you go home now? It’s already almost morning.” I spoke.

“Why na? I am still feeling sleepy, please.”

“You need to go home.”

“But I am home.” She said, and then realized that she was in my house. “Wait a minute!! Rudolf. I followed you to your house?”

“Yes, you were too drunk last night and you couldn’t go home.” I replied.

“Oh no! Tell me we didn’t have sex, did we? Be honest.”

“Yes, we did, and it felt so good.” I was afraid of her reaction, but instead she smiled.

“You took advantage of a drunk woman, shame on you.” She said in good humour.

“As if you didn’t enjoy it.” I spoke, my confidence returning.

“I was drunk and I can’t tell if I enjoyed it or not. However, I hope you know what you have started. Hope you have no plans of running, because you have just awoken a sleeping lion. I would devour you.” She smiled.

“I can’t wait to see you devour me.” I laughed.

“Whatever the case, please, let me sleep a little. I am still feeling very drowsy.”

“But it’s almost morning.” I complained.

“Yes, I will leave by six. It will still be dark; remember we have longer nights now.”

As she slept, I went back to the living room, opened her handbag, removed her phone, and luckily it was unlocked. I checked her gallery and saw many pictures of her and a handsome man. In some of the pictures, Mathilda was with them. I started worrying. I was suspecting that the man was her husband. I turned on her data, went to her WhatsApp and searched the name, Henry. A contact named ‘Henry Darling’ popped up. I clicked on their chat and went through. What I saw shocked me.

Laura was a legally married woman, and her husband’s name was Henry.

TO BE CONTINUED…