On a Cold Evening

Part Five

"Mummy, I can explain, '' Mandy said as her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. Even as she offered those words, no single explanation came to mind. What would she say? That she was satisfying the demon between her legs?

"So, Chinemerem, it is under my roof that you want to start doing Lezibianizm" Her mother retorted, unfolding and folding her wrapper as her ruffled feathers made her shoulders raise higher.

Mandy flew out of bed, and put on her robe as her mother walked steadily into the room. She knew that if she was within range, a slap or two may miraculously land on her face. Her mother didn't believe in sparing the rod at all.

"When ya mates are reading their books and praying to God, this is what you do?" Her mother yelled, pointing her finger accusingly at her daughter. Mandy pushed farther away, wishing the ground could just open up and swallow her whole.

Her mother continued to berate and preach, not caring that her voice was loud enough to travel across the whole neighborhood. At this rate, the entire estate would know that she was practicing "lezibianizm" before the end of the day.

"Mummy, I am sorry. Please reduce your voice," Mandy begged as she heard their security walk towards the house, probably wondering what all the noise was about.

"Oh o! So, you are ashamed! You don't want anyone to know? When you were putting ya hand dia, you didn't know!" Her mother continued. As Mandy watched in horror, her mother pulled her cellphone out of her bag and began to dial a number.

Mandy rushed towards her mother, staring in horror as her aunt responded on the other end. Her mother didn't even waste a second before describing a scene completely different from what she had seen. Infact, within minutes, Mandy had become a lesbian, had been caught with multiple sinful partners, and had likely had an abortion. The young lady could do nothing but stare with her mouth agape in shock. Could all that have happened to her in her absence?

"Mummy! That's a lie!" Mandy responded, angry at the fact that her old school mother had turned something so innocent to another thing entirely.

"Oh o! So, I am a liar now? Didn't I catch you with your hand inside dia?" She retorted pointing at her daughter's crotch, and Mandy sighed in defeat.

"Agnes, jiri ya nwayọọ. She is a young lady, she has needs, and touching herself doesn't mean she is a lesbian," her aunt replied, and Mandy nodded in agreement. Her mother frowned at her, as if offended that she even dared to stand up for herself.

"If she wants to be doing that kind of thing, it's not in my house o," Her mother continued, and Mandy stood like a criminal at court as her aunt and her mother spoke about her like she was an unruly fifteen year old, not a twenty-three year old woman.

Her aunt tried continuously to let her mother know that she hadn't done anything wrong, but her mother was adamant. After what seemed like an unending battle, her mother finally sighed in defeat.

"Okay o! If she wants to useless her life, it's her business. If she wants to do Lezibianizm or prostitution, I will just package her and come and dump her with you." Her mother said. Her aunt just laughed, knowing that it would not come to that. Agnes was old fashioned, but she knew that her educated sibling knew a lot of things that she didn't, and she would take her word for it in this case.

Mandy sighed in relief, thankful that the matter hadn't escalated more than this. If her brothers got wind of this, she may never hear the last of it. She was certain her mother would not tell them because she hated having sex-related talk with her children.

Mandy's mother walked out of her room after giving her the most wicked look she could muster. That night, Mandy felt too guilty to indulge her needs further. Although the sleekness between her thighs reminded her of that sensual feeling that her mother had interrupted, she was too scared to continue.

The next day, Mandy told her friends what transpired the day before, and she wallowed in embarrassment as they fell over themselves in raucous laughter.

"Don't you know the first rule of illicit affairs?" Drea asked, and Mandy just stared between them in confusion.

"Always check the door!" They offered in unison. Her more experienced friends went further to give her an extensive lecture about having pleasurable encounters without being caught.

"So, Drea, what about your Yoruba Demon?" Flora asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Mandy's ears stood at alert as the thought of new nasty gossip washed her shame away.

"Well, we are supposed to meet up tomorrow," Drea offered with a smile.

"Hmmm, another banging night" Mandy said, laughing as Flora slapped upside the head. Their discussions were soon interrupted by the next class, and time flew by as they sat for lecture, after lecture.

That evening, Flora went to see her boyfriend. As usual, she packed him a small plate of food that she had made. This time, it was Jollof with a side of plantain and peppered chicken.

As soon as he opened the door, he pulled her into a hug and kissed her. She breathed in his scent, relaxing as a blend of Oud, amber and chocolate filled her nostrils.

"My baby, how are you?" Greg said, placing soft kisses on her eyelids, feeling his chest warm as she smiled up at him.

"I'm fine baby, how was your day?" Flora replied as she dragged him towards the living room. He tapped her round ass as she walked, making her giggle. She wiggled her ass intentionally this time, earning another loud smack. She laughed excitedly, wishing he would spank her harder, but not her sweet Greg.

"Wife material hundred yards! Asa Nwa! The woman of my dreams," Greg hailed as he opened the well packaged meal. He had long since thrown the cover to the side and smiled from ear to ear as the smell of spicy smoky jollof filled the air. Asides being a literal angel, her cooking was amazing. Greg already bore thoughts of proposing to her, and just waited for the perfect time to do so.

Flora helped herself to some wine and watched as Greg ate. He was so handsome that it nearly hurt to look at him. He was an inch or two over six-feet, with thick arms and an even thicker chest. He was light skinned, and spotted a full beard. Sadly, his attitude didn't match the sexy exterior at all.

He was the typical nerd. He wore thick medicated glasses, was obsessed with numbers, and even more passionate about computers, but he loved her wholeheartedly. She had no doubt about that, she even believed that he didn't cheat on her...that is if a man is to be trusted entirely. After all, he barely ever left the house. He worked remotely, earned big and entertained himself with expensive video games. He wasn't even active on social media.

He was everything she wanted in all ramifications, but their sex life was missing something. He knew how to make love, but she needed him to learn how to fuck. She was tired of the tiny soft kisses, she wanted him to give her hickeys. She wanted him to choke her, spank her hard and call her his bitch.

They never did anything spontaneously. It was always the same routine. When he was done eating, they would cuddle for a while, then he would kiss her and touch her softly as he told her much of a goddess she was. At first, it was sweet, but now it is becoming boring.

When he was done eating, they made their way upstairs to the bedroom, and as he brushed and bathed, Flora wondered how she could bring up the topic without hurting his feelings. He was soon done, and Flora still had no idea how to tell him.

As he dried himself, Flora watched him, admiring how defined his muscles were. His dick was flaccid at the moment, but she knew that one single touch would have it reaching for the sky.

Feeling bold, Flora parted her thighs, drawing Greg's attention instantly. He watched curiously, probably wondering what she was about to do, and as he watched, she slowly took her panties off, and threw it at him.

His eyes suddenly filled with sinful promise as he caught the tiny red thong. Flora reached for the valley between her legs, biting her lips as she rubbed her clit. Spreading the folds so that the thin pink flesh within peaked through her fingers.

"I want your tongue here," She whispered and Greg wasted no time. He threw his towel aside, and dove for the bed.