Laced

CHAPTER TWENTY

This place is arid. It’s extremely wintry and miserable for all of them. They aren’t even allowed to go anywhere.
Nambitha feels like she’s going to lose her mind. The experience feels ten times worse for her because she has no social interaction with the world, her phone was taken away, all she can do is binge watch movies and series, and occasionally speak to Zuzile or Chrissy, who have suddenly become her friends. But they only call her from Muzi’s phone.
Muzi spends most of his time working, he locks himself up in the room for hours and busies himself on the laptop, taking endless calls, shouting orders and everyone. If he’s not doing that, he’s pounding Nambitha, much to Zama’s annoyance.
And Zama…well she just keeps quiet; she observes everything in silence. They say silence is golden, and silence is the key to a sound mind. The aim with being here is to steer clear of trouble, and keep herself focused, and those around her distracted from what’s important.
So far, she’s done half the job, she has Nambitha right where she needs her. She may still be playing hard to get, giving her the run around, but sooner or later, she will fold. Once she gets her, getting Muzi distracted will be even easier.
And here she comes, wearing the longest face, a face that details the agony she feels.
“Why the long face Nana?” she asks her with a wide smile.
Nambitha looks at her sideways, and her attitude changes quite immediately.
“Don’t call me that.” she verbalizes her displeasure sternly.
So, she doesn’t like that.
“Why, it’s nice and unique.” Zama defends.
“My abusive ex used to call me that. I don’t want to think about him.” she briefly explains, dumping her body weight on the bed.
“I’m not him, and I never will be. I like the name Nana on you.” Zama plays with her cheeks.
Nambitha folds and starts to giggle.
“No Zama, I don’t like it.” she says, clearly smitten by the playful nature Zama is giving off.
“Where is Muzi?” Nambitha only rolls her eyes.
Zama chuckles.
“What? Trouble in paradise?” deep down it’s amusing, and she’s not trying to hide it.
“No, not really, but he’s annoying because he’s always moody, as if we aren’t all stuck in this place.” she pulls her closer.
Nambitha places her head on her lap and gets comfortable.
“I understand him, he’s living with a target on his back; that alone is frustrating. To add on to that, he had to leave his natural habitat, and he has to live with a random stranger in an isolated area, he’s not used to it. Just bear with him through this.” Nams sighs in distress.
“Everyone is just asking me to bear with him, yoh I’m so tired of it.” Zama smiles before she turns her face so she can see her clearly.
“Whenever you get tired, just come to me, I’ll try ease the pain.” Nams shakes her head sitting up.
“How do you ease this pain?” Zama cups her face.
“Like this…” he leans in and captures her lips in a kiss.
Nambitha enjoys it, in fact her whole body heats up because this is something she’s been yearning for, something she’s tried to stop herself from doing for a long time.
But it feels wrong still!
“Muzi is in the next room.” she says stopping it altogether.
“I don’t care. I want you.” Zama doesn’t give her a chance to contest, she bites her lip between her teeth and starts to suck on it gently.
Their hands don’t remain in one place, they explore the crevices of their bodies, and their breaths get heavier with every passing second. Nambitha’s mind is racing with thoughts, thoughts of Muzi who is in the next room who could barge in.
But the thoughts of him being a freak creep up and scream even louder at her. Nothing is stopping her from going to call him this very instant to come watch them, it would be free of charge, he wouldn’t have to pay the millions he doesn’t have. She quickly removes them though, and focuses on what Zama is now doing to her body.
Clothes have flown and private parts are being explored. Nambitha is trying hard to keep her moans low as Zama gently fiddles with her wet folds, but Zama is not having any of that.
“Why are you holding back nana?” she asks gently stroking her nub.
Nams is so out of it she doesn’t even care that she is referring to her the same way her ex used to. Zama pulls away from the hot kiss and continues rubbing her gently. She moans out and tries to stop herself by covering her mouth. Zama removes the hand.
“Don’t be naughty.” Zama commands.
Nams giggles and tilts her head back, feeling hot and bothered. She starts to whine her waist as Zama sinks her fingers in her wet core and sings a melody of praises for the feel of her soft fingers inside her.
The walls of this house are extra thin, so thin that Muzi who is sitting in his own bedroom, trying to focus on his pending work, cannot seem to concentrate on it because he suddenly feels hot and bothered from the sweet sounds of his love coming from the next room. He is quickly starting to feel horny as he listens to her soft moans.
He wishes he could watch it, watch them getting it on, but he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable. He can just imagine her beautiful face as she falls apart. He never believed her when she said she got it on with another woman, but now that he hears it, he’s aroused. He’s never longed for that threesome more than he does now.
He gets up from his bed, his dick standing at attention and tip toes down the hallway to the next room. The door is slightly ajar, he peeps his head in and watches them. His girl is sitting on Zama’s face, she’s grinding slowly and massaging her full boobs in a circular motion. His balls are tightening at the sight. They look so fucking sexy to him.
He won’t disturb them because he knows that will make Nambitha so uncomfortable, and he won’t expect her to dish out her vagina twice on the same day, so he’s going to finish this off with his hand.
He’s conflicted between doing it right here with the visual aids, but he won’t be able to keep these bellows in.
“Fuck!” he mutters as he struts away from the door.