It was about seven days after the semester officially ended, and surprisingly, many of the students had already left. As if the whole Covid-19 plus ASUU break, which almost ran into a year wasn't enough homestay, people were unapologetically flooding out of school for the holiday. At that point, most of those I knew had gone home themselves and I was forced to start planning and pick a date to leave for Lagos too. But while the days were counting, I had to find how to not feel the absence of my usual extra companies and 'praise be' for the few people I knew that were also staying back, their absence wasn't felt. Most days, I enjoyed my own company quite well but entertained the company of those around sometimes. That day, a Saturday, was one of those "sometimes". I had been home all day, making the most of my 'me-time', cleaned the house, cooked, texted, watched a couple of movies, conversed with 'the others' and ended the day playing dress up and did some role play. I decided to step out of the house for the night so I ran a shower that felt like an hour long, got into a pair of black denim jeans, a small black bralette and on top of it, a floral print shirt for warmth. I packed a comfy pair of clothes for the night, though I wasn't too sure where I was going to sleep for the night, I just knew I was going to sleep at one person's. After I left the house, I figured I would just go get something to eat before going anywhere else. So I took a bike and went to the 'only' eatery we had in town. I got a pack of ice cream and crunchy chickens. Though I had just wanted to get a bottle of Pulpy Orange juice in the first place but on second thought, I thought it was going to be nicer if I just had some sugar instead, I mean why not. I had just had another succesfully lone-day and I was going to do some 'waka-waka', so if sugar wasn't the right fit in that moment, what else would have been?
While I was getting the ice cream, I decided who of those people I wanted to pass the night at their place. So, from the eatery I went over to her house. It had been a while since I visited her place so it was quite an entrance.While my area seemed to have gotten quieter and dry, hers was quite bubbly and still filled with people, students who were not ready to leave. "Go home after that Covid-19 break? Am I mad?'- one of them joked when I asked if he was still planning to go home. We all spent some time outside until it was past 9pm. It was nice and I had my fair share of fun but I was still very restless. When we got inside, she made the bed while I changed into the orange and white polka print bumshorts I had packed from home. I didn't bother changing tops cause I figured it wasn't going to be a cold night anymore, so I'll rather leave my bralette and unbuttoned shirt on as they were more weather appropriate. We spent the next moments catching up on things we had missed on in each person's life before we both settled in bed for the night. Well, not quite as we were still very much awake. We had stopped talking and were now glued to the screens of our phones, nagivating through our social medias. I texted two of my friends who were already in their homes in Akure and Ibadan (respectively) for a bunch of minutes, just joking around. I watched some tiktok videos for another set of minutes but 'pressing phone' wasn't doing it for me. It needed to get active, physically not online. I felt idle and needed to play, like literally. And that itch took me outside in the compound for a while where I found one of her neighbours. We talked for a short while and shared a couple of laughs before she went to bed. Again, I was back to feeling idle, I knew I had to chanel my restlessness into doing something that would drain me of some energy or risk staying up all night going crazy. So after stargazing for a moment, I stood in the middle of the compound, doing some silly kind of dance anyone who saw would have thought was some ritual shit dance, especially with the way I kept swirling my body around. Usually weird, but it always helped calm me down and drain me of restlessness whenever I did it, yeah. After a while, I decided I was going to go get my phone and earpiece since soothing music plus the 'silly' dance thing always did a better job on me. So, I went back inside to go pick those up but I ended up laying in bed, beside her, well, with her breast in my mouth. Yikes? But yeah. When I got inside, I was actually going to reach for my phone which was at the extreme side of the bed but instead, I collapsed on the bed, mumbling that I felt restless. She lowered the phone, away from her face and said to come and sleep. I grunted then told her how I wasn't even feeling sleepy". In that moment, instinctively I snuggled closer to her and put my face in her chest. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra so I put my mouth on one of her breasts then blew air on the nipple through her cotton top. She laughed and said "what are you doing now". I laughed it off too. What I was doing wasn't strange to her as it was actually a thing that I sometimes did with the females friends I'm close to. It was nothing sexual ( though there was this one time it had almost went south for one of them and she confessed she had gotten wet) but practically it was just me messing around with them. It was my thing and they already knew me for it.
