You remember Blessing? The only one among the girls that doesn’t like me. The one that greets me like she is doing me a favour. That girl that is full of herself.
I had been seeing her with Ife recently and I was not happy about it. Just when I was thinking of how I would get Ife back, Just when I was thinking how I could rekindle our romance fire, Blessing and Ife were becoming closer, It used to be Ife and Mercy going up and down like inseparable twins. Could I be responsible for this two found love among these guys. Whatever the case, I knew the involvement of Blessing in anything that had to do with me wouldn’t be favourable.
I was curious and I had devised a way to ask Mercy about her relationship with the other girls. Then I decided against it, I had seen the three of them together and so they had no problem. Why was I so disturbed about Ife and Blessing closeness? Why did I even think they could be discussing about me? Perhaps I was being paranoid. Maybe I was just being disturbed by guilty conscience.
Why was I even feeling guilty. What happened between Mercy and I was accidental, it was not planned. More so It was not like I could change it. If I had the power, would I have changed it? Of course no. So Why was I feeling like I had cheated on Ife when we were not even dating? I decided to expunge the guilt from my mind.
Mercy came inside while I was lying on the couch watching a program on TiwanTiwa. Immediately I sighted her, I forgot what I was watching and my lusty mind could not stop for a moment not to sexulaise her. For God sake she was wearing an oversize loosened sweater with a trouser. She was not supposed to look sexually attractive. Yet visualising her in that big sweater made her to look sexy and sort of vulnerable and needed my protection. I felt like I needed to wrap my arms around her so she could be saved.
Mercy: She called me again, I think I should go see her
Me: Are you not afraid like she may be up to something. Do you think it is safe to go?
Mercy: I wonder why you attach importance to this thing. I told you she knows we have been watching them. You are the one arguing. Remember the last time, how she was staring directly at us. I told you she knows. She is not planning anything evil but I know she is up to something but I have not been able to figure it out.
Me: Yes, I agree she saw us that last time. Yes she must have seen us.
Mercy: Look at you, it is not must have, she saw us.
Me: Yeah, I think so.
I remember the last time Mercy was referring to. That would be the fourth time we would be watching Mr and Mrs Davies having coitus in the kitchen.
We had known their schedule, it was always around 8pm. By 7pm they would have gotten home. I would know by the light in the house. By 8pm, Mrs Davies would be looking freshened in her grey tank top and bump shot.
I was surprised to find out that Mercy was a voyeur. She loved to watch Mr and Mrs Davies than I did. I was more interested in what followed after watching them. But to her it was a different experience. I loved to watch her watching them, the way she paid attention and the way she held my hand aroused me than any aphrodisiac drugs would. When she was engrossed watching, she would hold my hand tight and that was always the signal for me to take the next step.
That night, Mrs Davies did not wear her regular tank top and bump short. She wore a white sleeveless shirt and tied a towel around her waist. It was like she was horny and seriously needed the help of Mr Davies. She had made things easier for him. He wouldn’t need to struggle removing the bump short.
I could see her boobs pushing the shirt away from her chest, the top three buttons were unfastened revealing her cleavage. We knew, in some minutes Mr Davies would stroll into the kitchen, hold her from behind, kiss her necks and rub his hands from her neck to her booty.
The blind was down and it was dark, there was no power. We knelt on the mattress while we braced our arms on the window. Since it was dark in the room and there was no way they would know we were there watching them. We decided to move the blind aside so we could have a good view.
In no time the towel on Mrs Davies’ waist was down and the shirt totally unfastened but still hanging on her shoulders. Mrs Davies was holding to the counter firmly like the stubborn me holding to a chair so that Mr Charles, that wicked teacher could have a nice place to land his koboko on my buttocks. Mr Davies’ strong, dark and long tool was staring at us. At the sight of Mr Davies’ tool, Mercy held my hand tightly. I knew it was time to move her closer and do that thing to her.
Mrs Davies held firm to the counter like her life depended on it while Mr Davies’ tool find its way into her wet waiting garden. It was always a nice sight to behold seeing Mr Davies worked on the garden of Mrs Davies. He would wriggle his waist making sure his tools touch every corner of the garden and pay all his attention to it like that would be his last service on earth.
Mercy and I decided to practise what we just learnt. Her sweaters and clothes had found dwelling on my bed. She held on to the window while I made available my tool to the service of her garden which was already wet and easier to work on.
I was still diligently attending to Mercy’s garden while we watched Mr Davies who had already placed Mrs Davies on the counter while he rammed his tools into her garden fiercely when something happened.
Our dark room became lightened. NEPA had on the light. We were in good view of Mrs Davies who had been staring towards our direction and now it looked like she was watching us.
Mr Davies was busy working on the garden and directed all her attention at the business before him.
Mercy wanted to stop so she could off the light, but told her there was no need as they could not see from the outside, the glass was designed that way or so I thought. It was that moment when stopping a locomotive is tantamount to derailing the train. She held tight to the window while I quickened my service and eventually brought it to an end as I was no longer comfortable with the piercing eyes of Mrs Davies. I went to off the light and came back to complete our unfinished business.
Mercy: So Shina what do you say? I should go see her now
Mercy: Let me call her that I am at home. I will put it on speaker.
Me: That is a good idea.
Mrs Davies: Hi Mercy,
Mercy: I am back home. Will you come out so we can go to the stylist.
Mrs Davies: Oh, so sorry, I am working on something here but will soon be through. Please can you come over so we can go together when I am through. It can’t take me up to 10 minutes to round up.
Mercy: Okay, no problem, I will be on my way.
Mrs Davies: Okay, thanks, please would you know if that guy in your compound I saw you with the other time is around. He wanted to help me with my bicycle.
Mercy: Yes. He is around.
Mrs Davies: Please can you tell him I would like to see him and come with him.
Mercy: Okay, I will inform him
Me: Wow! Really? Well, that is better, I would not like you going to her alone. Oya let us go there.