LIFE OF A CORPER EP20

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Episode 20
I got home faster than flash. I met Sandra
sitting on a chair in front of my neighbor’s
kitchen. I was glad to see her, it’s been just
4
days or so but it felt like I hadn’t seen her
in a
million years. We went inside and hugged,
then
she gave me juice and some apples she
brought for
me. We talked about the past few days that
we
didn’t see each other.
She told me about how her ex (fiance
actually)
was trying to come back into her life and
how she
was doing everything possible to turn him
down.

Secretly, I hoped she wasn’t turning him
down
for my sake, because I was almost certain
that
what we had wouldn’t lead to marriage. I
was
far from marriage but I couldn’t tell her that
because I didn’t want to hurt her and
moreover,
that might cost me the coochie!.
But I did like her though, and she meant
more
than $ex to me. Swear down.
I told her that she was right to have rejected
him. Sometimes you have to lie to comfort
the
ones you care about. I bought two tubers of
yam
from the market as well as some items to
prepare
yam and egg-stew. She offered to cook it, I
refused but she still insisted. To settle it, I
decided to make it a duo: I let her be the
head
cook while I assisted her. We were cooking,
jisting and watching a movie at the same
d--n
time! Lol. The title of the movie was
“Friday”
starring Chris Tucker and ice cube.
It was a 90’s black comedy heavily
influenced by
hip-hop. Best movie ever!!. This moment
was
good… Days of our lives. After we finishedwe ate and then started playing
video
games. One of the most amazing things
about
Sandra was that she was really open with
me, she
tells me everything including her private life.
That earned her some trust from me
because
naturally, I don’t trust Nigerian girls. Lol.
Sometime around 4 p:m, Sandra said she
wanted
to take her bath and then head back home,
said
she needed to go and check on her mum.
My heart
literally sank. Omoh, na so I take miss again
today?!., Well, next time still dey sha. I
continued playing my video game with heavy
rap
songs blasting through my speakers.
Sandra came out of the bathroom tying one
of my
towels. Her @as and bo’obs were bouncing
underneath. D--n! This girl na fire!. Then
she
sat on the bed, started rubbing lotion on her
skin
while browsing the internet with her phone
(This
girls spends 99% of her time on her phone)
Probably chatting with her multiple admirers
on
Facebook and co, but who cares? They had
her
online, I had her in my room with nothing
but my
towel on. I’m winning I guess, but I still
hadn’t
scored yet.
I paid her little attention and continued
playing
my video game.
Around 10 minutes later, I noticed that she
was
still on towel, browsing with her phone. Na
wa
oh, no be this girl wey talk say she dey
hurry to
go check her sick mum for house?. Naija
girls sef,
you can never understand them. I looked at
her
legs, d--n! the towel was way too small for
her
fat @ss. I could see bare thighs: sexy as
ever.
Then she dropped the towel from
her chest
and
started rubbing the lotion on her bo’obs.
Omoh
she succulent bo’obs, this girl wan raise my
blood
pressure sha. Our eyes met, she was trying
hard to
conceal a laugh. I dropped my game console
and
started crawling slowly to the bed, towards
her.
She grabbed the towel back to her chest,
laughing
mischievously.
I got close to her, she was trying to protect
her
goodies with her hands as best as she
could.
She sat in an L position: legs on the bed,
back on
the wall. I lay flat on my stomach just
beside
her, one hand rubbing her thighs and sweet-
talking to her. D--n! Her skin was smooth
as
butter and she smelt good too.
I started kissing on one of her thighs and
still
rubbing the other with my palm. I would kiss
her
from down her knee then move up: towards
her
coochie region. But, she would hold my,
laughing,
begging me to stop. All na wash Jare. I
would
have stopped if I could, but I just couldn’t.
Lol.
She said:
“Corper, please stop na, I need to go home
now.”
Sandra always called me “Corper” and I
always
told her that it old her that it made me feel casual to her.
All
my efforts didn’t change that, so I was
gradually
adapting to it. Anyway, none of that
mattered
now … I don’t care if called if she called me
anything: corper, papa, or even ‘tata’. I just
wanted to make love to her, right now, if she
would let me. I replied her:
“I know. I just wanna appreciate you for
everything”
“We still have a lots of time. I’m not
traveling
out of the country”
Omoh, time no dey oh. I no dey trust naija
babes
too much, cuz she fit actually travel out.
Dey
there na.
We laughed. Omoh, as I dey laugh i use
style rest
my head on top her soft laps close to her
coochie.
I could smell the sweet scent of her coochie.
Oh
lawd!, Sweet scent of sin.
D--n! I’d love to lick and hit that, and
planned
to do it like I owed her. This would be
special.
And yes, I did owe her: for all the care, soul
and
companionship she gave to me. I don’t
really
believe in debts and payments when it
comes to
relationships. But then again, one way or the
other, we all pay (sacrifice) in relationships.
I
owed Sandra a good round of ‘sexvice’ and I
was
dying to pay.
* back to the matter at hand*
I started kissing and licking different places
on
her thighs. I was doing it like I was actually
licking her coochie. Lick and kiss, different
spots.
I am a professor at this art but I did it
episode
extra-professionally cuz I wanted to send a
message to her: that I wanted to eat her
coochie
and that I was a super-man at it.
Sandra was getting the message, I knew so
cuz
her little resistance was beginning to fade.
At a
point, she just gave me freedom, no
resistance
whatsoever. Hoo-hoo!. Hard works pays!.
Sandra
was still operating her phone but I knew
deep
down that her mind was in my art, she was
anticipating about what I was gonna do
next..

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