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From Africa Ch. 01

By: aislin brody



From Africa, Chapter One

Northern Africa, circa 1949

‘Olu makes the coffee too strong…’

‘Well, if you’d been up earlier, you could have made it yourself, Love.’

I trudged into the kitchen, half-awake, trying to block the bright sun from my eyes. My father sat at the large wooden table, engaged in his customary morning ritual: reading newspapers from London, New York, Paris, and Berlin, while sipping on a small cup of potent coffee. He usually did this while frowning at me, for my habit of pouring a full cup for myself, then only drinking half of it.

‘Liv, here,’ he looked up from his paper. ‘Take some of this, instead of pouring yourself a fresh cup. Coffee’s expensive these days.’ 

‘You can afford it,’ I sipped from his cup.

‘We have a dwindling supply; we’ll run out soon.’

‘Oh, Dad, you say that about everything.’

‘So, you’ll join Olu after you’ve dressed and practiced, right?’

I frowned.

‘I thought you said I could have a day off?’

‘Yes. Sunday.’

‘I wanted to pick the day…’

‘Sunday’s a natural choice, isn’t it?’

I rolled my eyes.

‘Don’t do that. One day, they’ll stick, then you’ll be an ugly girl, instead of my lovely Olive Branch.’

‘Dad…’ I blushed, uncomfortable hearing my father’s old pet name for me.

‘I’ve told Olu to give you an abbreviated lesson today, because Anna needs you for the wedding preparations…’

I frowned again, leaning back in my chair so that my burnished brown hair could drape the floor.

‘Are you a contortionist, now?’

‘I wish. At least that would be interesting.’

‘What could be more interesting than playing piano as well as you do? You’re the best I know, Love.’

‘I’m the only one you know…’ I answered drolly.

‘After you’ve finished with Olu and Anna, we’ll have tea with Stanley…’

‘He’s not bringing Chadwicke, is he?’

‘Probably, why?’

‘Chadwicke’s annoying.’

‘He’s only fourteen. He’ll grow out of it.’

‘Why am I always saddled with entertaining him?’

‘…Because you’re close in age.’

‘I’m eighteen, now.’

‘You don’t act like it half the time… Sit up. All the blood will be rushing to your head, shortly.’

I waited until my nose started to tingle, defying my father in a playful way. We spent each morning like this, with him talking to me over the top of his newspaper while I picked over breakfast, or just sipped coffee. I hated the food; we had a limited menu, composed of a few bland choices. There were so many things that I missed: ice cream, shellfish, cheese, soda, and countless others. I’d missed Dad while I was still in the States, with my stern governess, Miss Peake, but now that I was spending the summer with him in Africa, I was beginning to miss the simplest perks of modern life. I thought I was losing my mind, because I was so homesick after the first two weeks that I even started to pine for Miss Peake.

I was visiting this summer, because my older sister, Anna, was to be married to a South African whom she’d met in Paris while attending the Sorbonne. The betrothed couple had spent the spring with my father, and Anna planned out a simple wedding, to be held at the ranch where Dad lived outside of Lagos. Anna would be moving to Johannesburg with her fiance, Mark, after the wedding. 

I lay across the chair upside down, sighing at the thought of getting fitted for a new dress that afternoon with my demanding sister, when I saw a pair of long legs enter the room, clad in a familiar pair of khaki trousers. I sat up too fast, making myself dizzy, blinking my eyes at Olu’s dark, spinning form.

‘Have they brought the samples back, yet, Olu?’ Dad asked his young African assistant.

‘No, Dr. Blythe. William will bring them tomorrow.’

‘I guess I’ll have to find something else to work on today then, eh? All right. Liv, why don’t you spend the morning with Olu, to get some extra time in?’

‘Extra time?’ Olivia complained.

‘You’ll want to be prepared for the time that you start touring.’

‘I’m not good enough to tour, yet.’

‘Don’t try to start an argument with me now to stall things. I’m wise to your tricks… Olu, she’s all yours.’

‘I have to get dressed first…’ I stood, straightening my wrinkled cotton gown, walking slowly so that I could prolong the inevitable.

---

‘You’re supposed to be answering me in French, not English,’ Olu touched his hand to his head, as if he was fighting off a headache.

‘Why do I have to learn so much?’ I asked stubbornly. ‘Anna can interpret for me.’

‘Anna will be married. She’ll have her own life. You need to learn how to speak for yourself.’

‘You sound like Dad… next I guess you’ll be telling me that I’ve lived in America for too long.’

Olu gave me a blank stare before he continued with the lesson.

‘Now, answer the next question, in French.’

‘You could be my interpreter, Olu. I’m sure Dad would allow it. He could just train William to take your place…’

‘Are you going to waste the whole day speaking gibberish?’

‘No… just half the day… How many languages do you speak?’

‘Don’t try to side track the lesson. I want you to answer the question on the page.’

‘It’s so hot… Can we take a break?’ I whined.

‘All right,’ Olu huffed. ‘Twenty minutes. No more.’

‘How many?’

‘Twenty,’ he sounded annoyed.

‘No, I meant, how many different languages do you speak now?’

‘Six.’

‘Did you learn them all in school?’

‘If all you’re going to do for the next twenty minutes is sit here and ask me questions about my life, then there’s no reason that we can’t just continue on with the lesson.’

I rolled my eyes, moving over to the window. Our lessons were like this every day. Olu resented the fact that my father had saddled him with this new responsibility of trying to teach French to me. He’d tried to complain that it would be too much work for him to teach me and to keep up with his duties helping Dad with his anthropological studies. But my father came up with the idea of training the house servant, William, on some of the menial tasks that Olu usually performed.

Strictly speaking, Dad wasn’t really Olu’s boss; he was his benefactor. My father had practically raised Olu from the time that he was fourteen, sending him to school and paying for his university education, molding him to become the perfect assistant to help him with his studies in anthropology. Olu not only served as a work assistant; he was also my father’s translator, and his traveling companion, serving as an impromptu valet whenever he took his frequent trips abroad to lecture.  

Dad had brought Olu home when he was a stray, waifish lad of thirteen. My mother (who passed away a few years ago) was not happy about Dad’s idea. She refused to allow Olu to live with us at first; I didn’t understand it at the time (I was only six), but I believed it had something to do with my sister, Anna, who was only two years younger than Olu. So, Olu would visit us for the holidays, captivating my father with his quiet ways, not quite realizing that he’d become the son that Dad had always wanted.

Anna had always been jealous of Olu. They never really got along with each other, and Anna made a habit of making exaggerated overtures toward our father in order to pull his attention away from Olu. This was why she, a refined lady betrothed to an educated, middle class gentleman, was having a wedding ceremony on her father’s defunct ranch in the middle of the African savanna.  I almost felt bad for her, though, because, despite all of her planning and scheduling, Dad seemed to be more wrapped up in his work than ever.

Dad’s crush on Olu seemed to get even stronger as Olu grew into a man. Dad was elated when Olu finally finished college; he would have a constant companion, now, a kindred spirit, in the lonely world of scholastics and study. To outsiders like myself, it seemed that all they did was talk about ancient history and travel to the end of the earth to dig up old bones. Olu was the only one who could appreciate Dad’s dusty bone collections, and he was the only one who could stay up all night, pouring over the dry text in Dad’s academic papers. I’d tried it a few times, but it was all too boring to me. 

I never had a problem with Olu being Dad’s favorite; maybe it was because I could tell that I was the next in line. He loved a person with a talent, Olu’s being languages, mine being music. When they discovered that I could play whole songs on the piano from what I’d heard from gramophone records, all at the age of three, my mother insisted that we move back to London so that I could get proper training. Dad refused, though, and suggested that we hire an instructor to come to Africa to train me. Mother didn’t think it would be possible to get any reputable music instructor to live so far from civilization for so long, so we ended up moving back to England, just Mother and Anna and I, leaving Dad in the bush. 

By the time we came back from our first season in London, Dad had moved Olu into the house, and they’d bonded, almost like father and son. But Mother constantly reminded him, and the rest of us, that Olu was basically nothing more than a glorified servant, and that my father would soon get bored with his fascination with him.

We lived in London until the war started, moving to America right before the Blitz. Dad was still in Africa, oblivious to what was happening in the larger world, living only for his studies, sure that he was about to unearth some historic discovery. I spent the war in America, being educated by a private tutor, and spending most of my time learning music. Anna attended an elite boarding school, leaving me alone with my tutor and my piano teacher. I was never really close to my mother; Anna was her favorite. I often thought that she was afraid of me, because I had a superior talent whose origin was unexplainable.  

Mother hired my governess, Miss Peake, when Anna turned fifteen. I was ten, living, breathing, and sleeping music and musical theory. I think that part of the reason that I acted so childishly whenever I was with my father was because I didn’t have much of a childhood when I was younger. Miss Peake tried to ensure that I learned a little bit about other things; she was one of the few constants of my life, while I was growing up. I went through many piano teachers; Mother wanted me to have nothing less than the best, and she was constantly searching for a new, more accomplished instructor for me.

When Mother passed away, we stayed in New York with Miss Peake, because the war made it too difficult to travel. This was the third summer I’d spent with my father in Africa, since Mother died, and it was the first that I’d spent with Olu here for the entire time. He’d been in school again, working on his post-graduate studies, when I’d made the first journey. Anna had been spending her summers with Dad as well, but she’d become a virtual stranger to me.  

Now that we were all back together, the house was always full of tension. Anna was suspicious of Olu, I avoided Anna, and Olu was wary of us both. Dad, as usual, seemed to be oblivious to all of our melodrama, and I noticed that whenever Olu was with Dad, Anna would burst into the room, full of hustle and bustle, distracting them from whatever they were doing, always ending up annoying both of them. I’d decided to take a different tack to get Dad’s attention (outside of his admiration for my musical prowess), so I began trying to take an active interest in his work.

---

‘I can’t believe that Dad’s invited her. He knows that I don’t want her here,’ Anna fumed as she inspected the delicate fabric that was to become my dress for her wedding.

I held my breath as Bina, the seamstress, made dozens of straight pins disappear in the rose colored fabric that clung to my body.

‘You’re bigger than before,’ she eyed my bosom, motioning with her hands.

‘Only a little,’ I smirked, looking down at my meager breasts.

‘She’s getting to be too big in the bottom,’ Anna sneered, tugging at the back of my dress. ‘Too many sweets.’

‘She has pretty curves,’ Bina complimented me. ‘Nice legs.’

‘They’re all covered by the dress,’ I complained.

‘If I let you have your way, you’d wear dungarees to my wedding,’ Anna motioned to Bina to expand the back of the dress a little.

‘Who has Dad invited?’ I ask bravely.

‘Who do you think?’

‘Olu?’

‘No, silly… Henriette.’

My heart jumped a little at the mention of her name. Henriette Duvall was my former French teacher, and my father’s one-time paramour. She’d left us to return to France a few months ago, upset that my father hadn’t planned to marry her. Henriette was beautiful, a raven-haired woman who had the flash of a movie star. She turned heads whenever she walked into a room; even my father wasn’t immune to her charms. 

‘What’s wrong with Henriette coming back?’ I asked, hoping that Anna would reveal some scandalous secret to me about Henriette’s abrupt departure.

‘Dad shouldn’t lower himself to associate with her; I don’t want her anywhere near my wedding…’

‘But why?’

‘She’s… she’s nothing but a whore.’

‘Anna!’ I looked to Bina, expecting a rebuke.

‘She’s a tart,’ Anna whispered, looking around her, but apparently ignoring Bina.

‘How can you say that?’ I was shocked. ‘Henriette is a nice person.’

‘Of course, you’d think she was nice; I wouldn’t be surprised to see you follow in her footsteps…’

‘What do you mean by that?’

‘Nothing.’

‘No, Anna. You’ll tell me,’ I was getting angry, offended by the judgmental tone of her voice.

‘Bina, that’s enough for now,’ Anna waved her hands, as if she was shooing a fly.

‘You’re just jealous of Henriette,’ I accused her, stepping down from the chair to the floor. 

‘You don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Henriette’s a free spirit,’ I defended my friend. ‘You wouldn’t know anything about that…’

‘I’ll not stand here and have you insult me, Olivia.’

‘Well, just leave, then…’

‘I knew she would get to you. She’s bewitched all of you.’ Anna stormed out of the room, trying to hide the tears that were running down her cheeks.

---

‘You little twit! Come back here!’ I was getting all sweaty, in my clean dress, chasing Chadwicke through the dusty yard, past the chicken coops and through the garden, and back to the house. He was energetic today, running at top speed through the narrow halls of the house, artfully dodging all of the sharp corners and rickety tables that filled the quiet rooms. Dad and Mr. Stanley were in the study, smoking, cheerfully ignoring my angry screaming and our loud stomping through the house. On a trip through the kitchen, I almost collided with William as he brought the tea service out.

‘Sorry, William!’ I zipped by him, speeding up to catch Chadwicke.

I had intended to thoroughly pummel Chad whenever I caught up to him. He’d lured me out to the yard, around the back of the house, and exposed himself to me, showing me his ass, which was as white as a sheet, and his wormy little penis, laughing as he watched the shocked look on my face. I tried to grab it and yank it, to teach him a lesson, but he ran off, struggling for the first few steps to pull his trousers up, but he sped his pace soon after that, leading me on a long chase around the property.

‘Chadwicke! You get back here, you little shit!’ I screamed.

‘Such language!’ I heard Mr. Stanley shout from the study. 

‘Oh, let them run,’ my father said to him, ‘Liv never gets a chance to stretch her legs.’

I finally lost him; I knew that he was hiding in one of the rooms, probably my bedroom, but I didn’t know which one I should try first. So I decided to wait until he came out. He fell right into my trap, waiting for a long enough stretch of quiet to burst from my bedroom with a pair of my underwear.

‘Hey!’ I ran after him, watching him as he stuffed them into his pocket.

Olu stepped into the way before I could stop, and I collided with him, almost knocking us both down. He grabbed me by the arms, and glared at me, his coffee colored eyes looking right through me.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Olu, let me go…’ All I could think about was what Chadwicke might do to my knickers.

‘Why can’t you behave yourself like a proper young lady?’ He shook me, holding my arms so tight that it hurt.

‘You’re hurting me,’ I looked up at him, suddenly nervous.

He stared down at me, rebuking me with his eyes. It embarrassed me, to have him hold me this way; my stomach started to flutter, and I looked away from his gaze.

‘Olu,’ I whispered, staring at the floor, wondering why I felt a small twinging between my legs when I saw his large ebony hands gripping my freckled arms, ‘He’s taken my knickers.’

‘Off of you?’ he looked confused.

‘No, out of my room…’

‘Liv!’ my father’s voice rang from the study. ‘Tea’s getting cold.’

Olu released his grip, leaving cold spots where his warm hands had been. 

‘Go and clean yourself up,’ he ordered me, turning away to enter the study.

After I’d made myself presentable, I went to the study, standing in the doorway for a moment.

‘Aren’t you going to come in, Liv?’ Dad looked up from his plate.

Mr. Stanley turned around, giving me a stare that made me feel naked. 

‘Hello, Olivia,’ he raised an eyebrow. ‘You’ve grown to be quite the flower.’

Chadwicke snickered as he shoveled a hunk of cake into his mouth.

I glared at him, moving to sit next to him, so that I could salvage my stolen property, but Olu gave me a warning look, so I sat next to my father.

‘Leonard tells me that you’re going to be touring next year,’ Mr. Stanley smiled, folding his hands over his napkin-covered lap. ‘Aren’t you excited?’

‘Actually,’ Dad spoke before I could say anything, ‘I think that the rest of us are more excited than she is; Liv just immerses herself in the music. She doesn’t know that anyone else is alive when she’s at the piano.’

‘Hmm. Do you have a manager, yet?’

‘Somehow I knew you’d get around to asking that,’ Dad sipped his tea.

‘Do you want that last slice of cake, Liv?’ Chad asked.

‘No, Chad, you can have it.’

As he leaned over to take the slice off the service tray, I stopped him. ‘Here, I’ll get if for you.’

I lifted the slice and leaned across the table, moving close enough so that I could smash it into his face.

‘Ow!’ he yelled.

‘Olivia!’ Dad bellowed. ‘What the devil are you doing?’

I sat snickering, wiping my hand with a napkin. I was sure that Olu would be giving me another disdainful glare, but when I turned to look at him, he was staring at something outside the window. Our looks caught everyone else’s attention, and soon we were all watching as a hired car pulled up in front of the house. 

The driver got out, pulling luggage from the back, before turning to help a dark-haired woman out of the backseat. She had on the most colorful clothes I’d seen since my last trip to Lagos: a white dress sprinkled with red polka dots, and a flouncy red hat that matched her bright blood colored lipstick.

Olu just stared, sitting so still that his full plate balanced perfectly on his lap without him having to hold it. 

‘Oh, dear God, she’s back,’ Mr. Stanley muttered, placing his plate on the table as he stood up.

I jumped up, racing out of the house to greet her before she could even get all of her things gathered.

‘Henriette!’ I hugged her, taking her by surprise.

‘Oh!’ She grabbed her hat, laughing. ‘Well, hello, Mon Amie. I see that at least one person has missed me.’

‘Immensely,’ I kissed her cheek and let her kiss mine, before I led her into the house. ‘You’re just in time for tea…’

‘Your English tea time is horrible on my figure,’ she leaned into me, filling my nose with her sweet perfume.

By the time we got back to the study, the men were all standing, staring at Henriette as she made her way across the room to greet my father.


From Africa Ch. 01



‘Leonard,’ she kissed his cheeks, giving him a simple greeting.

‘Henriette, it’s good to see you again,’ I thought I saw my father blushing.

‘Olusegun,’ Henriette turned to Olu, smiling at him as he gave her a curt nod.

‘Monsieur Stanley, is it not?’ she extended her hand to him, which he raised to his mouth and lightly kissed. ‘And?’ She turned to Chad.

‘Chadwicke Nelson,’ he introduced himself nervously, still struggling with the cake crumbs on his shirt.

‘I’ll have William make a fresh pot of tea…’ Dad started.

‘No, thank you, I’ll just get settled first. Don’t disturb yourselves,’ Henriette swept out of the room, pulling me with her to set her things up in my bedroom.

‘Will you sleep with me again, Henriette?’ I asked her as I lay across my bed, watching her pull out a series of flowery dresses.

‘I don’t know. It depends on how your father is feeling.’

‘So, you’ll leave me lonely if he wants you to stay with him?’ I pretend to pout.

‘I’ll leave you with a big, cool bed,’ she fanned herself, already melting in the intense heat.

With Olu staying in the house, we didn’t have a spare bedroom anymore, and Henriette refused to use Anna’s room, even though she wasn’t there half the time, so she usually slept with me, that is, before she began her affair with my father. She’d still sleep with me from time to time; we’d stay up all night talking and joking. I’d ask Henriette all sorts of questions, about things that I never got the chance to, or was afraid, to ask my mother. She’d answer every one, no matter how banal, no matter how strange. If she didn’t know the answer to something, she’d find out for me, and tell me later. Henriette never made me feel bad about any of it. She said that she’d always wished that she’d had someone to talk to when she was my age. She told me that she would have had a better life if she had known some of the things that she was teaching me.

---

‘Aren’t you sweating yet?’ Henriette whispered to me as I clutched her soft body. ‘I think I’m going to faint…’

‘You’ll get used to it, remember?’ I smiled at her in the darkness, staring at her pretty face illuminated by the moonlight.

‘Are you missing your mother? Is that why you hold me so tight?’

‘No…’ my smile faded. ‘She never let me get this close to her.’

‘She never wanted to hold you, stare into your pretty grey eyes, look into your face, and tell you how much she loved you?’

‘No.’

‘Oh, poor thing,’ Henriette kissed me, and smiled. 

Something in her look was so tender, that it brought tears to my eyes. I blinked, trying not to cry, but she was too close not to notice.

‘Don’t cry, Mon Amie. Your face is too pretty to be sad,’ she kissed me again, and wrapped her arms around me.

I let her stroke my hair, burying my face into her soft breasts as she ran her elegant fingers through my long brown tresses. She traced my eyebrows, staring into my eyes before kissing me again, this time on my mouth.

‘You have such wonderful lips, Olivia. Your husband will be a lucky man.’

‘I won’t be married for some time…’ I sighed, remembering Anna’s upcoming wedding.

‘Why do you say this?’

‘If I get married, I won’t be able to play anymore.’

‘You can do whatever you want, Mon Amie. Marriage is not some prison that locks you away from all of your hopes and dreams.’

‘That’s what it was for my mother. She said that, quite often. She always told us about the things she’d wanted to do, and the things she’d accomplished, before she married Dad.’

‘Shh. Let’s not talk about these things, you’ll make yourself sad again.’

She kissed my lips again. Something about this kiss made my lips tingle and my stomach flutter. I kissed her back, trying to recapture the feeling, remembering it as the fleeting pleasure that I felt when Olu held me earlier that day. I’d felt this way before, with one of my piano instructors, a young, handsome man, who smiled a lot, and leaned in close to me on a frequent basis, constantly demonstrating the proper keyboard technique to me, even at times when I was sure that I didn’t need it. My mother got rid of him after a few months, leaving me with an old man, twice my father’s age, who smelled of cigars and garbled his words.

I closed my eyes as Henriette brought her face close to mine, her warm breath blowing a steamy mist on my lips, spraying a pleasant dampness into my ears. She nibbled my earlobe, sending a shock down my body that caused a sweet bursting sensation between my legs. I hoped that she’d never stop, whatever it was that she was doing, because it felt so nice. I soon felt her hands beneath my gown, rubbing my sweaty skin, sinking her fingers into my soft breasts, carefully manipulating my nipples. 

She pulled my gown over my head, staring at my body in its blue glow, tracing my form by the light of the moon. She ran her hands across my shoulders, down my arms to my hands and back up to my breasts, lingering there to take one into her mouth, causing me to gasp with surprise. My nipple seemed to be connected to my clitoris; each time Henriette sucked in, my clit would spasm slightly. 

She kneaded my other breast, working the nipple with her fingers in the same way that she suckled the other. I felt that I was losing control of my body; my legs were open now, but I didn’t remember moving to open them myself. She slid her hand in right away, pulling her finger across my little button, making it feel electric. 

I’d touched myself there before, many times, but it felt more intense with Henriette touching me. I could feel the wetness seeping out of me. I moved my hips with every stroke of her hand, gradually working her fingers down to my lips, slicking my hot, sticky juices all around, making me feel suddenly wanton. 

I sighed with pleasure at the moment that she pushed a finger inside, opening my neglected canal, slowly gliding in and out.

‘How does your pussy feel?’ she breathed into my ear, making me blush. ‘Don’t be bashful. Free yourself, Olivia. Tell me: how does your pussy feel?’

‘Wonderful,’ I gushed, riding a wave of arousal.

‘Your pussy feels wonderful, eh?’

‘Yes,’ I tried to pull her finger in deeper, ‘my pussy feels wonderful.’

She pushed a second finger inside, poking upward, hitting the spot that I’d found a few times with my brush handle. 

‘Ohh,’ I moaned, pulling Henriette’s perfumed hair.

‘You’re so fresh and sweet, Olivia, like a lily.’

I rocked my hips as she moved her fingers inside me, rubbing her palm against my engorged clitoris.

‘Mmm…’

She pumped her fingers deeper, rubbing the spot that made my body weak with submission. I closed my eyes, centering my consciousness on it, feeling my heart beat through it. My whole world, my whole existence, was narrowed to one point, the point at which Henriette’s fingers were thrusting into my pussy. My muscles grasped at her delving fingers, clutching them as a wave of orgasm rushed over me. I bit my lip, trying to quiet my uncontrollable whimpers. She held me, rubbing her soft hands all across my skin, and kissing my forehead, whispering to me.

‘Look,’ she grinned, ‘I made you smile. Come, let me hold you.’

I sank myself into her arms as I drifted off to sleep.




From Africa Ch. 02



Northern Africa, circa 1949

'Olivia! Wake up. And put something on. You shouldn't sleep that way with Olu in the house.' My sister Anna complained, raising the shade roughly as she tried to wake me.

'Why can't you ever knock?' I rubbed my eyes, blinded by the morning sunlight. 'Where's Henriette?'

'Probably with Dad. He's still in bed, as well. Come on, get up and make yourself decent. Bina's come over to finish your dress.'

'She'll have to finish quickly; I have to practice...' I said as Anna slammed my door shut.

I yawned, noticing the tenderness in my nipples and the dampness between my legs. I didn't remember Henriette leaving me in the middle of the night, but she must have, because her side of the bed was cool. I smiled, remembering how good she'd made me feel during the night. I'd never imagined that touching could be so divinely pleasurable; I made a pledge to look up from my music sometime.

'Olivia,' Anna returned, with a swatch of pale fabric folded over her arm. 'Don't take all day; Bina has other places to go.'

I stood, feeling light on my feet. Anna was still standing in the doorway, watching me walk naked across my room.

'You're getting fat; you'll need to go on a diet, if you're going to fit into the dress.'

Anna had been critical of my body ever since I'd hit puberty; she was tall and thin, skin and bones, almost. She disliked the curves in my body, commenting on them as if they were something unnatural. Mother had been extremely thin, as well, and Anna liked to say that she was certain that I had been secretly adopted, because I didn't have the blonde hair and the angular frame that the rest of my family shared.

'And another, thing: you'll need to bathe before you come out; you smell foul.'

I rolled my eyes, taking a detour to the bathroom, my damp body barely covered by the thin cotton gown that Henriette had pulled off me during the night. 

After my bath, I discarded the gown and walked into the living room to find Anna pacing the floor behind Bina, who was sitting in a chair, stitching a hem into something white.

'Well, come on, step up,' Anna commanded, ordering me around like a dog. 

I followed her orders, stepping up into a chair, and waited for her next instructions.

'Your hair's still wet... you'll ruin the fabric... here, use this,' she handed me a remnant of linen or some other rough cloth.

I squeezed the last of the water from my hair, staring out of the window while Anna smoothed the fabric of my half-prepared dress. I stood in nothing but my underwear, and I covered my bosom with the damp cloth, so that Anna wouldn't fuss at me about that as well. 

'Will you hurry it up, Anna?' I complained, beginning to sweat from standing in the chair. 'I can feel the beginnings of a nose bleed.'

'We would have had this finished by now if you'd have been this cooperative from the beginning...'

I turned away from her again, leaning carefully to scratch my leg. When I stood up, Olu was standing in the doorway, peering in. He stared up at me, wrinkling his snub nose at my undressed form. I stared back at him, watching his dark face form a smirk. He darted his eyes to Anna, briefly, then looked back to me, making me wonder if he would scold me, too, for standing open to the world in nothing but my knickers and a piece of cloth covering my breasts.

Before I could say anything, Anna, who had been talking to Bina all of this time, walked over to the door and slammed it in Olu's face. She gave me a look of suspicion, as if I'd previously arranged it to have Olu come to see me half-naked.

'This is what comes of you spending so much time with Henriette. You'd better watch yourself, Liv. You won't be able to get properly married if you keep that up.'

'What are you talking about?' I stepped down from the chair after Bina helped me into the newly stitched dress.

Anna, heedless of Bina's presence, said, 'You let him look at you. I watched you. You liked it...'

'What is so wrong with that? Isn't it natural?' I asked, remembering something that Henriette had said to me.

'No, it isn't. Not for you...'

'You play so well, Olivia. You'll do well on the world stage,' Henriette sat on the old sofa in the music room, as we called it, listening as I practiced.

'I wish you'd have been one of my instructors,' I smile. 

'I know nothing about music; I only like to listen.'

'My technique is horrible these days; I think I'll need another instructor soon. I've been on my own since I left the States. I suppose that Howard will be available if I go back, but...'

'If? Are you thinking of staying here?'

'I don't know... Miss Peake is still at the house, but I don't know if I'll need her anymore. I'm eighteen, now, and I since I'll be touring, I don't think that there'll be a need for a governess, unless Dad decides to hire her on as a chaperone.'

'A chaperone?' Henriette sniffed. 'You are a woman, Olivia. You don't need a chaperone.'

'Anna says that I do; that's why she's going to travel with me next year.'

'To protect your chastity, no doubt...'

I stopped playing, too distracted to concentrate.

'I'm sorry; I'm distracting you,' Henriette apologized.

'No. It's all right.'

'I just cannot believe the nerve of your sister... She's going to be a married woman, a newlywed, yet she's willing to go traveling the world with you. Will her husband be traveling with you, as well?'

'No. He has work, diamond trading, or something like that...'

'So, she will be away from her new husband, for the better part of a year? Why is she getting married, now?'

'I don't know. Anna's a bit strange.'

'A bit?' Henriette laughed.

I shrugged my shoulders, placing my fingers on the cool, glossy piano keys.

'Mr. Stanley wants to be my manager.'

'That man is sneakier than the devil. You should tell him "no".'

'It's not up to me, really; Dad's making all of the arrangements.'

'You should learn about these things, Mon Amie. It will be better for you in the long run, if you know about the business aspect of your career.'

'Dad's been keeping me abreast of all of it; I guess I just haven't been paying attention like I should.'

'You'll have to watch for men like Monsieur Stanley; he's the proverbial snake in the grass.'

'You don't like him very much, do you?'

'No. I don't.'

I stared at the keys, daydreaming about our night together. Henriette hadn't mentioned it yet, and I was almost afraid to bring it up, for fear that it would prove to have been just a dream.

'Henriette, I wanted to ask you...' I looked around to see if we were alone, 'about last night...'

'Yes?' she gazed at me with her light brown eyes.

'Was it the first time that you ever...'

'No.'

'Did you like it?'

'Of course. I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't liked it.'

'But... I never got the chance to...'

'That is not always necessary, Mon Amie. Sometimes we receive the ultimate pleasure from giving pleasure to others. You'll soon learn what I mean.'

 Supper was a strained affair. Anna was there, staring at her plate with her thin lips pursed. Henriette was brimming with conversation, telling my father about all of the things that had changed in France since she'd been back. Olu, usually astute and attentive, seemed to be in a fog, mechanically eating his meal without contributing much to the conversation. I sat staring at Henriette, dreamy eyed and lustful, wishing that I could feel her moist skin on my face again.

Olu had been distracted all through my French lesson that day, failing to catch the usual mistakes in my accent and my vocabulary. He'd actually cut the lesson short, saying that he had to catch up on research for my father's project. I could tell that something else was on his mind, but I didn't question him about it, not wanting to anger him.

'Anna,' Dad looked at her, in another attempt to cheer her up. 'Will Mark be coming to visit again before the wedding?'

'I don't know. He has another trip...'

'Well, send him word that he's welcome to stay again.'

'I've already done that, Dad.'

'Are you quite all right, Anna?'

Anna darted her eyes toward Henriette. 'I'm not very hungry, that's all.'

We all watched in silence as Anna pushed away from the table and rushed from the room.

'I'm sorry,' he looked at Henriette.

'It's all right,' she smiled. 'I know that she doesn't like me, Leonard. Don't worry yourself.'

'But she shouldn't be rude...'

'Really, Leonard. All is well.'

'Olu, are you feeling all right? You've been awfully quiet.'

Olu wiped his mouth with a napkin. 'I am fine.'

I sipped my water, wondering if Olu was just as star struck as I was over the light reflecting off of Henriette's exposed cleavage.

'Liv, how have your lessons been going?' Dad asked, trying to make it seem as though he wasn't enthralled with Henriette as well.

'Dad,' I frowned with reproach. 'I don't want to compare...'

'I don't think Henriette will be offended if you tell her that Olu's a better teacher...'

Henriette feigned shock as I tried to hide the guilt on my face.

'I wouldn't say that...'

'What would you say, Mon Amie?'

'Well, Olu's just... he's more... strict, disciplined. I wouldn't say that he was a better teacher.'

'Olusegun is an educated man,' Henriette smiled at him. 'I would be surprised to hear you say that he was not the better teacher.'

'Well,' I looked down at my plate. 'At least I had more fun when you were teaching me, Henriette...'

I felt Olu's almond shaped eyes on me, squinting as he always did when he was deep in thought.

'You would get the best lesson of all if you were forced to speak the language all the time,' Olu said, staring at me from across the table. 'If you were forced to spend a month or two in Marrakech, or in Vichy.'

'Not Paris?' I asked, surprised to hear him say this much.

'There are too many English and Americans in Paris these days,' Henriette helped. 'I will take you to Lyon with me one day, that is, if Leonard will allow it.'

'Maybe you can make it a stop on the tour, Liv?' Dad suggested.

'When will you start?' Henriette's face lit up.

'Next year, in the fall...'

'Leonard, has it all been arranged?'

'Yes, Henriette, it has. I've been managing everything so far, through my solicitor, but I've been thinking of hiring Eugene Stanley on...'

Henriette gave me a warning look.

'He's quite an accomplished gentleman; he has a lot of experience in publicity and such matters.'

Before Henriette could say anything, William came in with a bowl of chilled fruit.

'Ah, more fine cuisine...' Henriette smiled sardonically, refusing the first offer.

I picked a few grapes from the bowl, waiting to see if Henriette would try to persuade my father to give up his idea of hiring Mr. Stanley as my professional manager.

'Really, I think he's almost completely swayed me in his direction,' Dad was saying. 'He has some excellent ideas on crafting the perfect image for Liv. And Anna will be traveling with her for at least the first year, so I'm confident that all will go well.'

'You think that Liv needs a chaperone?'

'Of course. She's only eighteen. It's the proper thing to do.'

'Olivia is a smart girl; I don't think she will get into any trouble, Leonard.'

'There are sharks out there, Henriette. Monsters lying in wait to take advantage of a young girl like Liv.'

I frowned when he said this, wondering how he was allowing me to go at all, even with Anna as a companion, if the world was so evil.

'A chaperone is such an old world thing, Leonard,' Henriette was saying. 'All Olivia really needs is someone to help her get from place to place.'

'And are you nominating yourself for the position?'

'No. I am only suggesting that you think about it before you commit Anna. I don't think that Olivia should be sheltered so much...'

'And what would you have her do, Henriette? Travel alone, fending for herself?' My father raised an eyebrow. 'Olivia's a beautiful young girl...'

'Olivia's a very smart girl, Leonard. You underestimate her.'

I felt strange, listening to them as they talked about me as if I wasn't there. Olu placed his napkin in his lap, clearing his throat as he looked at Henriette. He had a look of mystery on his face; I stared at him as he watched her, wondering what he was thinking.

'Excuse me,' Olu stood, carefully placing his napkin on his plate.

'Tired, Olu?' Dad asked.

'No, I have to get back to work.'

I thought of leaving with Olu, because I could tell that Dad and Henriette were about to get into a long argument, but I didn't want to be too obvious.

'Liv,' Dad must have been reading my mind. 'You'll stay with us and watch us argue?'

'No, Dad,' I changed my mind, 'I think I'll turn in.'

I spent the evening listening to the static filled radio in my room, humming along to Frank Sinatra and big band tunes. I waited for Henriette to come to bed, but I soon realized that she'd probably decided to argue her way into my father's bed, so that they could spend the night making up. I was restless and bored, and sleep was eluding me. 

After I listened to the clock chime twelve times, I got out of bed, deciding to go and pester Olu. He was usually up late, burning a light in the study, or in his room, and I knew that he wouldn't mind me too much if I kept quiet. I took a book with me, climbing out of my window to creep around the side of the house.

I checked the study first. It was dark, so I moved on, tiptoeing toward Olu's bedroom, which was at the opposite end of the house. It had formerly been a common space that Dad had converted into a bedroom when he took Olu in. My mother had only relented in allowing Olu to stay in the house because his room was removed from ours. I was sure that Olu liked it that way, in any case; he had an enormous amount of privacy, and he could make a fair amount of noise if he wanted, without disturbing the rest of us.

Olu's light was on, and I stepped up to the open window, looking to see what kind of mood he was in before I knocked. I thought I'd catch him sitting at his desk, pouring over some dusty textbook, or peering at a collection of bones through a magnifying glass. He was in the chair, but he wasn't reading. He seemed to be sleeping, or at least his eyes were closed. 

I moved closer, standing to the side so that I was in the shadow, but I could still see everything that went on in the room. Olu's eyes were still closed, but his mouth was open; he was breathing strangely, as if he was in some sort of pain or discomfort. I wondered if I should go inside to help him, but when I lifted my head a little, I could see Henriette's dark head positioned above his lap. 

She knelt in front of him, moving her head up and down in a hypnotic rhythm, almost like a snake with a charmer. I could feel my eyes widen at the sight; my mouth watered slightly, watching her take his penis deep into her throat, listening to her hum slightly when she pushed down. She came up every few minutes, to catch her breath, and to stroke his length. I stared at his member as she wrapped her pale hand around it. Her red fingernails shone like candy, and her pink fingers made a stark contrast against his ebony penis. It was long and thick; Henriette wrapped both hands around it, and the tip still poked out above her fingers. 

She licked it slowly, still gripping the base while swirling her tongue around the tip. This made Olu moan; after she repeated this motion a few times, he started to run his fingers through her wavy hair. She licked him enough to start him hissing, then took him deep into her throat again, causing him to thrust his hips toward her.

I was mesmerized; I'd heard of it, of course, but I'd never imagined that I would ever see someone do it. I was sure that Henriette also did this for my father; she seemed to be so good at it, taking Olu's large penis down her throat so effortlessly. I should have been jealous; I should have been angry, but I was so enthralled that I couldn't tear myself away. 

Henriette stroked Olu's penis with her hands again, until his body stiffened, and he shuddered, gasping in sudden fits. I watched as Olu's penis spurted a thick white cream, sticking to Henriette's face and flowing down the length of his shaft, thick and copious. She leaned to him and slowly licked it all off, savoring it as if it were some rich delicacy. She laughed, saying something to him in French. He smiled through his residual panting, sweating as he watched her clean his stiff penis.

Henriette stood up after a few moments, pulling her dress over her head to reveal her soft creamy curves. I caught a glimpse of her heavy breasts as she turned around to drape her dress across the desk. Olu sat in the chair, staring at her as she bounced around. Henriette laughed again, saying something in French, flirting and teasing him, running her hands up and down her buxom body. She reached out for his hand, taking his long black fingers into her grasp and helping him to knead her breasts. Her rose colored nipples disappeared into his palms; Henriette heaved a deep sigh as Olu explored her bosom, moving her hands across to his chest, rubbing up and down the dark ripples of his torso. 

I could feel a pleasant tingling between my legs; my clitoris twinged as Henriette and Olu moved to his bed. I held my breath as I watched her climb onto him. She grabbed his penis and held it steady as she lowered herself down to it. I watched as its black length disappeared into her body, only to reappear partially as she slowly bounced up and down. It took her a few tries to fit it all in, but when she finally did, she shuddered, moaning long and loud, gripping Olu by the arms to keep her balance. 

She ground her hips into his pelvis for a while, breathing heavily, shaking her ass as she rotated her hips. Olu thrust his hips up as she pushed her weight down onto him, causing her to chirp gleefully in French. I felt wetness dripping down to my underwear, and I began to shiver, trying to control my shaking knees as I leaned on the windowsill.

After a short period of slow grinding, Olu grabbed Henriette by her waist and lifted her up and down on his vertical penis. Henriette bounced with joy, purring like a cat as his glistening penis pierced her body over and over. She moaned with abandon, cursing and cooing in French. Olu held her up as her body spasmed again, kissing her lips as she collapsed on top of him.

Olu took a moment to carefully turn Henriette over, laying her on the bed while he climbed over her. His body seemed to cover the bed, black, muscular, and shiny. Henriette's buxom form almost disappeared beneath him; as he placed himself between her legs, I could only see her legs and her arms. Olu's ass glistened with sweat, flexing as he slowly pushed into her. Henriette giggled a bit before releasing a sharp gasp; Olu pushed all the way in, stopping for a moment, resting his weight on Henriette's body. 

I was slick with arousal, now; Olu was thrusting slowly and deeply into Henriette. She mewled again, speaking unintelligible French. He whispered to her, in ragged breaths, something mixed, a melding between French and some African language. I wished that I had been taking my lessons more seriously; I was dying to know what they were saying to each other.

Olu started a round of vigorous thrusting. Henriette was decidedly audible, now. I worried that someone might hear them. I looked around nervously, to see if anyone was about, but I found that the night was quiet. Olu was grunting, almost drowning out Henriette's senseless babbling. I dug my nails into the window sill, staring at Olu's sweat soaked back and his firm rump, and the enticing image of Henriette's white hands gripping his muscular body, from stroking his back to pressing into his ass. 




From Africa Ch. 02



Henriette rocked her hips to his rhythm, seemingly trying to match his powerful thrusts with her own. Olu pulled her legs up, so that her ankles were resting on his shoulders. He started to pump her frantically, making her whimper with delight. He kept this up for a while, before he slowed his rhythm to push deeply into her. He held her tightly, ending in a few deep strokes, finally collapsing on top of her, panting and sweating. Henriette sighed and laughed, telling Olu, in French, that he'd made her week.

I watched them sleep for a while, then rushed back to my room, fearing that Henriette might wake soon and decide to finish the night with me.

'What is wrong, Mon Amie? Your playing is not so well today,' Henriette noticed the next morning.

'I'm just a little tired,' I yawned, closing the lid to the piano to rest my head on the polished wood.

'Tired? You went to bed so early...'

'I couldn't sleep. It was too hot.'

'Oh? What did you do? Did you finally finish the book you were reading?'

'No. I just roamed around in the dark...'

'Did you?' she looked at me.

I decided to be honest with her. 'I went to see Olu. I thought that he might be working...'

'And what did you find?'

'I found something that I never expected.'

'Are you upset, Olivia?'

'No. I'm just a little confused,' I wrinkled my brows, remembering Anna's warnings about Henriette.

'I understand how you might be feeling. I will explain it all to you...'

'You don't have to do that, Henriette. It's none of my business, I know. I was only snooping.'

'You should know, Mon Amie. Olusegun is a lonely man...'

I'd never thought of Olu as being lonely. In fact, I'd never thought of him having feelings of any kind; he was always so reserved, and so serious, that I'd never imagined that he might be lonely.

'Lonely?'

'Yes. Olu is caught between two worlds. If he'd lived a normal life... he would be married by now, to a girl from his village. But now that your father has adopted him and welcomed him into his home, provided for him, and created a new way of life for him, Olu can't go back to what he once knew. There is no girl waiting in the village for him to marry; even if there was, he is no longer suited to make a life with her.'

I thought of Bina and her husband, who worked as a house servant, like William. I couldn't picture Olu with a woman like Bina, all subservient and obedient. Really, I couldn't picture Olu with a woman at all; he was always so wrapped up in his work, that I thought that it was all that he needed to be content.

I mentioned this to Henriette, but she shook her head, smiling at me.

'Every man has physical needs. Even a priest has physical desires, Olivia.'

'Well, do you... do this... for Olu, every time you visit?'

'If he wants it, yes. It is very enjoyable for me, as well.'

'What about Dad?'

'Your father doesn't know. I love Leonard, and I know that he loves Olu, but he doesn't realize that Olu is a man, with the same needs and desires as any other man.'

'Olu pleases you?'

'Yes. He is quite the lover.'

'And what will he do when you leave, or if you marry Dad?'

'I don't know. I don't know what he did before I came...'

I thought of Anna, and her frequent accusations about Olu.

'Maybe he goes to Lagos...' Henriette guessed.

'He's with Dad most of the time,' I shake my head.

'Well, I won't spend the day wondering about these things...'

'Henriette?'

'Yes?'

'Is Olu the first... African... you've ever been with?'

'No. Well... Let me just say that I've been with men like him before.'

'Black, you mean?'

'Yes. In France, the American soldiers, I met a few American Negroes.'

I look at her, waiting for her to continue.

'You want to know, is it different?'

I blush, looking away from her brown-eyed gaze.

'You will have to find out for yourself, Mon Amie.'



From Africa Ch. 03



Northern Africa, circa 1949

'So, we'll just have tea in Lagos, at that hotel that you like, and we can even take Livvie here. I'm sure she'd enjoy a day out,' Mark winked a pale blue eye at me.

'Really, I don't think we need to go through the trouble...' Anna pursed her lips, flipping through a magazine.

'Wouldn't you like to come with us, for a change of scenery, Livvie?'

I rolled my eyes, wondering if Mark would ever stop calling me "Livvie". He'd only been at the ranch for three days, and already, he was suffering from boredom. He had a sister who was close to my age, so he seemed to feel that he wouldn't have to put any real effort into bonding with me.

'I like it here just fine...' I looked up from my stack of sheet music.

'Yes,' Anna smirked. 'She likes hanging about with Olu all day, looking at dusty bones and reading boring books.'

'Why would you want to do that?' Mark looked incredulous. 'I would think that a pretty girl like you would want to be with other girls your age.'

I stared at him, wondering if he really knew anything about girls my age, or if he knew that there weren't any around for me to socialize with.

'I have to practice...'

'You need a break from that, I'm sure...' he carried on.

'Mark, if she doesn't want to go, she doesn't have to,' Anna folded her magazine over.

'You people are so bloody dismal,' Mark sounded offended. 'I'm just trying to brighten the atmosphere.'

'Mark, don't get angry, now,' Anna sighed.

'I'm not angry... I'm just trying to have a good time here...'

'Well, why don't you go out with Dad on his dig tomorrow?'

Mark raised an eyebrow. 'You just said that it's boring.'

'No, the books are boring. The digs aren't all bad. They're a bit like fishing trips, if you like that sort of thing.'

I looked at Mark and decided, by the smirk on his face, that he didn't like that sort of thing.

'Well, I just thought that we'd have tea in town, since we can't have a proper one here, because your boy is out digging trenches.'

'William has been helping Dad with his digs lately.'

'I thought that was what the other one did.'

'Olu's been splitting his time between the digs and trying to teach Liv French.'

'I say, that chap's a bit familiar with the lot of you...'

'I know,' Anna sighed. 'Dad gets quite barmy about it sometimes.'

For some strange reason, I felt a need to defend Olu's honor in his absence. It was one thing for Anna to complain about him, but it was entirely different, coming from Mark. I thought of saying something, but I realized that Anna would probably scold me again.

'Well,' I said, standing up, 'Let me know when you've made up your mind...'

'Where are you going?' Anna asked.

'I'm going to study.'

'Since when have you studied anything?' she gave me a look of suspicion.

'Since now.'

We had afternoon tea in the hotel, to appease Mark. Anna had swallowed enough of her pride to ask me if I would go along, and be gracious, for at least that afternoon. I consented, on the condition that they left me alone for the rest of the time that Mark would be visiting. He'd only been there for a few days, and already, he was annoying me with his prying questions, and his constant attention.

I didn't understand why he refused to go on the digs with my father; Mark went on digs all the time, because he worked for a diamond mining firm, so I was confused about his reluctance to go out. I finally guessed that maybe it reminded him of work, and since he was on holiday, he wanted to spend as much time with Anna as he could before he went back to South Africa.

Another thing that I failed to comprehend was the reason that Anna and Mark were getting married. I hadn't had much exposure to young couples in love, but from what I'd seen, I could tell that Anna and Mark didn't have much chemistry between them. Anna always seemed to be her usual cold and abrasive self with Mark; I wondered why he hadn't been able to soften her with his affection. He was very affectionate towards her, or, at least, he tried to be. Anna would often rebuff him, if he ever tried to get close to her while there were other people around. I did manage to catch them in a brief embrace every now and then, but it seemed that Anna was always able to sense the fact that someone was lurking nearby. 

A few days after the tea, I'd managed to catch them in a long embrace. Anna was more relaxed this time, because she'd drunk a few glasses of wine with supper. Dad was traveling with Henriette, and Olu was in his room, so Anna and Mark were left to their own devices in the sitting room. Mark had closed the door, to give them more privacy, but he'd left the french doors open, because the room was still hot. I sat outside, lying in the shadows and watching the stars, slowly drifting off to sleep in a chair on the veranda.

I stood up to go inside, but noticing that the room was dark now, I hesitated. Mark and Anna were still there, reclining on the sofa, moving around in the dim shadows of the room. Anna was protesting about something, but doing a weak job at it; and I could hear a smacking sound, like the sound of puckered lips pulling away from skin. Anna was still protesting, but moaning softly; her moans were slowly overtaking the minimal protests that she gave Mark. Mark pressed on, pushing his hand up Anna's skirt, and pulling her body toward his. 

'No, Mark... not here... not now...we have to wait...' Anna slurred.

'It's all right, Darling,' Mark muttered into her ear. 'Everything is fine.'

'Mmm... no... I have to...'

'Shh... my pet... Don't make a sound...'

'Mark, we can't...'

'Quiet now...'

'We're not... Mark, someone will see...'

'No one will see, everyone's gone to bed...'

'But Olu... ahhh... he stays up late...'

'He's locked himself away in his room. You don't have to worry about him...'

I stood out of view, holding my breath, in case they remembered that I was on the veranda. I didn't have to do this for long, because they started to kiss, Mark trying to devour Anna's tongue as he raised her legs.

'Mark! Don't!' Anna was more alert now.

'Come on, Pet... you know you want this...' 

'I want to wait.'

'The honeymoon's a long way off... I won't see you for two more months... I'll probably lose my mind before the wedding... Come on, Love...'

He'd coaxed her back into a reclining position on the sofa. She was quiet for a few minutes, as he nuzzled her neck, and groped her through her clothes. He lifted her legs again, running his hands up and down her pale, thin thighs, unfastening her garters, and pulling her knickers down.

'My, you're quite randy tonight,' she looked up at him, mildly tousling his dark hair with her fingers.

'Yes, and I'm very thirsty... for you,' he licked his lips.

Anna snickered thickly as Mark pulled her knickers off completely, and pushed her dress up to expose the downy thicket of golden hair between her legs. He rubbed his hands over it for a few minutes, before wetting the tips of his fingers slowly with his tongue. He took his wet fingers and rubbed them in a circle over her mound, causing Anna's hips to shift slightly, and her back to arch a little. 

'Ohh....' Anna moaned again.

Mark lowered his face to Anna's hips, so that all I could see now was his mop of wavy black hair rotating above her pelvis. He looked up every few seconds, his deep blue eyes seemingly hypnotized by Anna's pale skin and tiny breasts, which were more nipple than anything else. Anna clenched her teeth, writhing around above Mark's mouth, breathing sharply as he aggressively licked her pussy. She grabbed his hair, clenching it in her fists as he sunk his face deeper. Anna gasped sharply, letting out a low moan, a sound I'd never imagined could come from her lips, making my fingertips tingle and giving me a chill of excitement.

'Oh, Mark... Oh my god... ahhh...' Anna came with gusto, her body involuntarily elongating itself, as if she were taking a stretch. She squeezed her thighs around Mark's head, and grabbed his hair to keep her balance on the sofa. When she was finally sated, he kissed his way up her body to her face, nuzzling her neck, and whispering in her ear, unfastening his trousers at the same time.

'Oh, no,' she tried to sit up again. 'I've told you "no".'

'Darling, you know I love you, and you know that I would never hurt you...'

'If you really loved me, you would wait; it's the only thing that I've ever asked of you, Mark.'

Mark sighed in frustration, half-kneeling on the sofa as Anna pushed herself up and began to straighten her clothes. 

'I'm sorry, Mark,' she said, kissing his cheek as she stood up. 'Good night.'

Anna left the room, closing the door behind her. Mark was still kneeling on the sofa, staring out of the window, giving me a chill. I knew that he couldn't see me, because I was standing in the shadow. I slowly exhaled as he turned his gaze to the side, staring at something he must have seen out in the pasture.

He knelt there with his trousers still open, his penis jutting out. His was rather dark for his complexion, and I found myself staring as he moved his hand along its length, stroking it at an accelerating pace. He had a pained look on his face, his brows wrinkled and his mouth tight, until he closed his eyes. His face softened at this point, and I noticed that his penis was larger and more erect than before. Mark moaned softly, his breathing and his stroking were rhythmically connected. I was entranced by the combined sound, wafting a quiet melody in my mind, trying to imagine what he was thinking, what he was picturing as he came closer to his climax.

Mark was jerking it now, so fast that I imagined that it must hurt. He leaned over the arm of the sofa, stopping just long enough to grab some papers from the table. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what they were: my French notes. I held my breath again, blinking my eyes in disbelief, as Mark finally came, squeezing his penis from the base to the tip, milking spurts of white droplets from it. He released a low growl as he did this, breathing as if he'd just finished running.

My legs had locked from standing for so long; I was afraid to move, and I only breathed when I absolutely had to. I waited, for what seemed like an eternity, for Mark to collect himself, hoping that he wouldn't just collapse on the sofa, and spend the night there. He slowly fastened his trousers and stood up, placing the papers that he'd dribbled on back on the table. He stood at the door to the hallway for a second, stopping to release a quick cough, before he finally left the room.

Of course, I'd waited for half an hour before I finally moved to step inside the house. I wasn't sure if Mark had seen me watching or not, but after I'd lingered in the sitting room, to see the sticky, warped sheet of paper that he'd left for me, I was certain that he'd known that I was there. I silently made my way to my bedroom, paranoid enough to feel his eyes on me, even though I could see that the door to my father's room, where Mark had been sleeping, was securely shut.

I lay awake for most of the night, finally getting a few hours of fitful sleep just before sunrise. I must have slept until midmorning, because I could gauge by the position of the sun that it must have been late. I turned over in bed to notice a banana and a slice of bread on a tray. Anna must have brought it in earlier, and I'd obviously slept through her usual morning tirade.

My window was open, already letting the midmorning heat inside. My room was still fairly cool, so I decided to lie in bed for a little longer, before I had to get up to face anyone else. I was hoping that Anna and Mark had decided to go out, because I was afraid to see him just yet. I didn't know what would happen after what I'd seen in the night, and I wasn't eager to find out.

I closed my eyes, hoping for renewed sleep, but I only managed to visualize more of what I'd witnessed the night before. I could see Mark's eyes staring upward, as he drank in Anna's pussy. His stony, hypnotized expression as he stroked his penis, and that animalistic growl he emitted as he'd milked himself to climax. I could feel myself getting wet just remembering this, and I closed my legs, trying to capture the feeling, wondering what it must have been like to have a wet, warm tongue stroking my folds as Mark had done to Anna.

I wet my fingers with my tongue, and moved them down to my pussy, slowly spreading my lips, and stroking the tip of my clit with one finger. I lightly rubbed my lips with the other fingers, finally moving them down far enough to mash my clit into the heel of my hand, and move a couple of fingers inside. I was getting wetter by the minute; I moved my hips, to increase the sensation of pleasure, squeezing my thighs together to work up my carnal appetite. I was getting excited, but I wanted more. I wanted something inside, deeper than my fingers, something hard and firm. I reached over to my bedside table, grabbing the hairbrush that had become very dear to me, for several reasons. I rubbed the smooth, curved handle across my wet lips, back and forth, slowly teasing myself to a near climax. I worked my hips around it, grinding my slickness onto it, gradually slipping it inside. I maneuvered the brush with one hand, while I squeezed my swollen breasts and pert red nipples with the other. The brush made me feel full and made me want it deeper as soon as I'd pushed it inside; I pulled it in with just my muscles, sucking it in as deep as it could go. It wasn't very long, but it was rubbing up against that sweet spot inside, that made me gush with pleasure from the constant friction and pressure. 

It was so good this time that I let a moan slip from my lips. I moved a little faster, caught up in the sensual excitement, unable to stop myself. I thought I'd heard someone walking past outside, but my blind was still closed, so I figured that if I kept quiet enough, no one would know what I was doing. 

I'd gotten the brush into the perfect position, feeling so irresistibly tantalizing that I was almost to the point of tears. I couldn't help moaning, audibly, at least once. Soon I was losing control of everything but the functions that were helping me to push down onto the slick brush handle, and to push it up deeper into my body. I could feel my dripping pussy pulling tightly on it, sucking it in, and I started to quiver as I kept squeezing and bucking. 

I came with a loud gasp, and crashed into the wave of pleasure with a lengthened moan. I knew that if someone was outside, they would have heard me, but I was beyond control at that point, senseless with arousal. I lay on the bed, too spent to remove the brush handle right away. I lay sprawled across the bed, my body immobile, my heart still turning flips. I closed my eyes, to regain my composure, slowly drifting off to sleep again.

'Olivia!' I woke up with a start, almost bruising myself as I realized that the brush was still inside me. 'Olivia, are you going to sleep all day?'

I was Olu, knocking at my door. 

I moved fast enough to hide the brush, but not fast enough to cover myself.

'Olivia, I've been waiting for an hour...' Olu burst into the room.

I could feel myself blushing, moving to cover myself with the sheet as he quickly looked away from me.

'I'm sorry. I'll be there as quickly as possible,' I muttered.

Despite my new nervousness around Mark, I developed a fascination with his relationship with my sister. As cold and abrasive as she was, I just couldn't imagine her being married to anyone, much less to Mark. I couldn't picture her melting into his loving embrace, or her finally deciding to completely submit to him. I watched them interact with each other, at every chance that I got, hoping to spot some clue as to what really attracted them to each other. 

I'd gotten desperate enough to create a plan to watch them one night. Mark was exceedingly affectionate with her, on the last day of his stay. I noticed that as the day wore on, Anna was less devoted to pushing Mark away. The would be separated for two months, before she saw him again, and I thought that she was finally realizing that their time together had neared its end. By the time we'd finished supper, Mark had managed to get Anna in the corner of the sitting room, locked in his embrace, kissing and stroking her hair. 

She was crying, and he was trying to comfort her. I could hear her saying that she didn't want him to go, and that she would miss him terribly. He tried to reassure her, telling her that it wouldn't be as long as she was thinking, and that the time would go by faster than they both knew. Pretty soon, his reassuring words turned into whispers, and I had trouble making out what they were saying to each other.

'Come on, buttercup... just this once... you know everything will be fine...' Mark breathed.

'Mark, we can't...'

'There's no reason that we can't... we'll be married in a few months. Anna, there is no one else for me but you.'

'Mark, what if I get...'

'I'm sure that won't happen, Love. Even if it did, we'd be married before anyone noticed.'

'I don't know, Mark...'

Anna was sobbing now, and Mark pulled her away from the corner.

'All right. Come on... I don't want us to spend our last night together like this. I think you should lie down for a bit.'

'I'm sorry, Mark, I really am... I just don't know what to do... I want to, I really do... but you know that I'm afraid...'

'I won't hurt you, Anna, you know that... Here, let me just show you... come on...'

He took her hand and led her out of the room. I frowned, realizing that I was probably about to miss something really interesting, after having had to witness all of that sniffling and pleading. I guessed that he was going to take her to her room, so I dashed around the house, hoping that Olu wouldn't come looking for me. I was feeling a bit guilty for spying, but my curiosity seemed to win out in the end.

Anna's window was open, and since the moon was hanging over the front of the house, the back, where her room was situated, was in deep shadow. They were there, and it was easy to see into the room, once my eyes became acclimated to the dark. Anna turned on a small lamp, which wasn't bright enough to light the entire room, but cast a dull glow on everything. She was sitting on the side of her bed, still crying, while Mark stood above her, staring down at her golden hair.

He seemed to be hypnotized by her; she cried for a few moments, and he only stood there, watching her. I had to guess that something had happened in the time that it took me to get there, something important. Mark moved as if in a trance, slowly raising his hand to touch her head, and running his fingers through her hair. He did this for a long time, just standing there in silence, touching her hair, until Anna eventually stopped crying. 

'Stand up, Anna,' he said this so softly, that I almost didn't hear it.

She stood up no longer crying, but staring at the floor.

'Take your dress off.'

She stepped aside so that she could have more space to move, quietly obeying his command. I watched as she unbuttoned the front of her dress far enough to pull it over her head; after she'd taken it off, she draped it over a chair next to the bed.

'Lie across the bed, now.' Mark's voice was deep and detached. 

Anna, still dressed in her white slip and her shoes and stockings, stretched her body across the bed, staring up at Mark, awaiting his next command.

'Take off your shoes.'

With minimal movement, Anna kicked her shoes off, allowing them to fall to the floor with a thud. I wondered if they had done this sort of thing before; I'd never seen Anna act this way, but it almost seemed to be a natural thing with them. They both seemed to be under some sort of magical spell.




From Africa Ch. 03



'I don't want those knickers there... they'd only be in the way. Take them off, Anna.'

Anna moved slowly, raising her legs so that she could unfasten her garters, then, reaching beneath her slip to pull her knickers down. I was fascinated by her speechless submission. She took a long time to completely pull her underwear off, and I wondered if she meant to do it this way in order to tease him. She held them in her hands, until he spoke again.

'Give them to me.'

She handed them to him, and he held her hand for a moment, crushing the fabric between their hands, before finally taking them away from her. Mark held them up to his face, slowly inhaling Anna's scent.

'Touch yourself, Anna. I want to see you touch yourself.'

Anna pulled the straps of her slip down, exposing her pallid skin and her tiny breasts. Her nipples were hard and jutting out, looking like little pink berries. She rolled them between her fingers, staring up at Mark the entire time.

'Now, spread your legs and touch your cunt,' Mark had a stony expression on his face, as if he would punish her if she didn't obey.

Anna raised the bottom of her slip enough to expose her flaxen triangle, and slowly spread her fingers to cover her pussy. She then used two fingers to open her lips and stroke her clit, spreading her wetness around. I could hear the liquid moving as she rubbed herself more and more.

'You're wet already, my pet... you must be ready for me...' Mark whispered.

Anna worked her fingers into her pussy, still staring up at Mark.

'Hold your lips open for me; I want to taste you again while your still pure.'

Anna spread her lips open, and closed her eyes. Mark knelt on the bed and pushed her legs open even wider, before diving between them with a protruding tongue and a low growl.

'Ahh...' Anna moaned.

Mark drank her in, licking and sucking her with relish. Anna writhed around on the bed, trying to keep quiet, but whimpering softly, sounding like a wounded child. Mark was very aggressive, literally gnawing at her pussy, pulling savagely on her lips and her clit, making Anna's eyes roll and her teeth clench. She came with curled toes and closed fists, her body jerking wildly across the bed. Mark stopped to catch his breath, stroking her with his fingers while he watched her lose all control. 

'Oh, Mark... please... I... I think my heart is going to stop...'

He snatched his hand away, and stood up, hurriedly taking his clothes off. He was naked in a matter of seconds, and his cock jutted out, bouncing slightly before he clutched it in his hands. He stood over her stroking it for a few minutes, then, lowered himself to the bed. Anna was sprawled, listless and almost asleep, looking helpless as Mark hovered above her body, tapping her pussy with his rigid penis. She made no moves to object, and did not utter a word. 

I watched with rapt attention and baited breath as Mark slowly plunged into her. Anna's eyes blinked quite a bit at first, but Mark pushed in a little and held himself there. After a minute or two, he pulled his cock out and pushed a little further, and kept this up until he could fit completely inside her. At this point, he rested on top of Anna, his small pink ass nestled between her bony white thighs. Anna seemed to be holding her breath; I strained my ears to listen for any signs of life from her. Her eyes were shut tight, and I imagined that I saw a tear rolling down her cheek.

Mark began to move in and out, slowly pushing first, then rigorously thrusting, shaking the bed and gasping for breath. His breaths soon turned into moans, and he speeded up his thrusting, pumping so fast that his back began to glisten with sweat. Anna lay sprawled like a rag doll beneath him, still not making a sound. 

Mark suddenly pulled out of her, and started jerking his penis with his hands, angrily milking out long strands of his sticky white seed, spilling it all over her stomach. Anna kept her eyes closed through all of this, and her fists were still clenched as Mark pushed the last of his semen out letting it rope from the tip of his cock to the pale flesh of her stomach. Her pussy looked battered and abused; it was all red and swollen, puckered open from Mark's vigorous thrusting. He finally collapsed, only taking a few minutes to fall asleep. Anna finally opened her eyes when he started to snore, tentatively running her fingers through the drying semen on her stomach, and carefully touching her tender pussy. 

Before I realized what was happening, Anna sat up with a start, looking around for something, finally grabbing her dress. She hastily pulled it over her head, and fastened a few of the buttons before quietly rushing from the room. I gritted my teeth in nervousness, wondering if I'd remembered to leave my door closed or not, and hoping she wasn't headed for my room. I ran with break neck speed back around the house, hoping to dive into my bed and pretend to be sleeping, in case Anna decided to pop her head in.

When I climbed into my window, I took a deep breath, relieved to see that Anna hadn't come yet. I quickly changed into my gown and got into bed anyway, imagining that she would come by later, to see if I was asleep or not. I was surprised to hear the water running in the bathroom as I lay drifting off to sleep; Anna must have been cleaning herself off. I wondered what was going through her mind now, and how it actually felt for her, to have finally lost her virginity.



From Africa Ch. 04



Northern Africa, circa 1949

The house seemed to be virtually empty, with Anna off in France again, Mark back at work, and Henriette visiting friends in Marrakech. Dad had thrown himself into his work with fervor, so it seemed that I had no one to talk to. I had and endless amount of time for practice, and I devoted the time that I spent away from the piano into actually studying my French lessons. I’d come a long way in a few weeks. Olu noticed the difference, and complimented me on my expanded vocabulary and my improved accent. 

We’d put that embarrassing moment in my bedroom behind us, or at least, he never brought it up, and I never mentioned it. I’d started spending more time with him, outside of my lessons, because Dad’s newest dig was rather close by. I would ride my bicycle out to meet them some days, on others I would just travel with them in the morning, if I could get up early enough. All I did was watch, taking a book with me, just in case I got bored sooner than I expected. There wasn’t much to see in a given day at a dig; mostly, there was just digging and sifting and washing. Interesting finds were few and far between, and extraordinary finds were rare. 

I think that Dad knew that I was trying to develop an interest, but he also could tell that it was a challenge for me. Sometimes, if he noticed me staring off into space, he’d send me on a nature walk with William. After a few of these, he’d come up with the idea that they would be more meaningful if I was learning something along the way, so he started sending Olu with me instead. I’d assumed that Olu would be resentful for being assigned as my tour guide, but he seemed to enjoy the break from the monotony of the digs.

One dig, I’d developed a special interest in, because I had the opportunity to find something myself. They had let me delve a little, just enough to get myself covered in dust and soil, and when the washers began to clean my contribution to the dig, they found a fragment from an old ornament. Dad was elated, and promised me that he and Olu would put the other things aside to go through the books to find out more about my discovery. 

I began to stay up with Olu, sitting in the study, sometimes reading with him, sometimes, reading something of my own, just enjoying human contact. Most nights, I would fall asleep on the small sofa, or if we were in his room, I’d fall asleep in the rocking chair. Olu, ever the professional, would brusquely awaken me, and fuss at me to get more sleep at night. But, I noticed that he would never set a real curfew for me to leave his presence; he would always allow me to stay until I drifted off to sleep, and often, he would let me sleep until daybreak, if he’d happened to stay up all night.

One night, the sofa looked too inviting to resist, so I lay across it, bringing my book with me, but knowing that I was too tired to read any of it. I’d decided to rest my eyes, only for a moment, but I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I didn’t know where I was, only that I could hear someone speaking to me softly, in French.

‘Wake up, pretty girl, it’s time for bed…’

I slowly opened my eyes, too groggy to realize that this was Olu, being gentle with me. I stared at him for a moment, as he knelt in front of me, smiling. I smiled back at him, a reflex action, I guessed, and saw something new in his face. His look changed; it wasn’t friendly like before, but more focused on me. He seemed to be looking inside me, trying to figure out what I was thinking. I sat up a little, with his help, immediately feeling a slight buzz of excitement as his hands held my arms, to brace me. 

He looked tired. I unconsciously moved my hand, not noticing that I was touching his face until I could feel his dark squared jaw in my palm. 

‘You should sleep…’ I said.

‘In French…’ he corrected. The spell was broken.

I searched my mind for the right words. After a minute had passed, I gave up, settling for a simple, ‘Bonne nuit.’

As I moved to stand, I knocked my book onto the floor. I knelt to reach down for it at the same time that Olu moved to pick it up. We almost bumped heads, with Olu stopping to stroke my forehead. 

We both stared at each other again. I knew that I was supposed to stand up and leave at this point, but I didn’t want to move. I leaned back against the sofa as Olu moved toward me, focusing his eyes on my lips, allowing me to catch a brief instant of the desire that could be read in his face. He gave me a simple, clean kiss, almost innocent, similar to a kiss that my father would have given me. My lips were ablaze with feeling, though, and I was trembling, overly excited, but wanting more. He kissed me again, in the same way, clean and innocent.

‘You are simply adorable,’ he whispered to me in French, smiling again.

I blushed, looking down to the floor. He lifted my face with his finger, and moved to kiss me once more.

This kiss was longer, more involved than the previous two. Olu held me in his arms, pulling my lips with his teeth, dragging his lips across my face, as if he were trying to see me with his mouth. I let him slip his tongue inside; it was large, hot and wet, immediately hypnotizing my own into action. I followed his lead, wrapping my arms around him as he did amazing things inside my mouth with his tongue. My pussy was throbbing, and my clit was sharp with attention, but Olu didn’t touch me any further. His kisses alone were enough to make me melt. I sighed with pleasure as he ran his hands through my hair.

‘Enough for now,’ he whispered, in French again, pushing me up to my feet as he sat on the floor. He handed the book to me, taking the time to slowly stroke my hand before sending me off to bed.

The next day, I still sat daydreaming about our kisses at the dig.

‘I’m sorry, Love,’ my father stepped in front of the blazing sun as I sat in the grass a few yards away from the series of trenches he, Olu, and the others were working in. ‘You look bored already… why don’t you and Olu take a short walk? He looks like he needs a break, anyway…’

I looked up to see Olu wiping sweat from his brow. He’d taken his shirt off, and his dark, muscular chest was sparkling under the sun. 

‘Olu, why don’t you take Liv for a walk now? She looks as if she’s about to die from ennui…’ Dad squinted as he turned toward the sun.

Olu walked past my father toward me, but instead of telling me to join him, he just kept walking. I had to run to catch up with him, because he was walking rather briskly. Even in my trousers and boots, it was difficult to keep up with him. He seemed to notice this, because he’d look back at me every few paces. But instead of slowing down, Olu extended his arm, offering his hand to me. I reached out to grab it, skipping a little to start a new pace with him. He held my hand firmly; not affectionately, with the fingers intertwined, but securely, as if he were leading a child. 

We walked through the trees and over an expanse of low hills. Olu never spoke a word, quickly leading me further away from the dig, into the mesmerizing beauty of the countryside. We didn’t stop until we reached a pond, where he stooped to wash his hands and his face. I was hot and sweaty, and I longed to take a dip in the cool water. I assumed that Olu would frown on it, but we were far enough away from the others for me to do it.

I stood behind him, quietly slipping my boots and trousers off, soon standing in nothing but my knickers and my thin cotton peasant blouse. I took a running leap into the water, rudely splashing Olu as he stood up and wiped his wet hands on his shirt.

‘Olivia! What are you doing?’ He yelled at me.

I swam to the bank as soon as he called me, afraid that he would be angry if I ventured too far away. He stood with a confused look on his face, watching me as I pulled myself out of the water. 

‘Look at you; you’re all soaked. How will I explain this to your father?’

‘You’re not wet; he won’t care,’ I walked past him, twisting the water from my hair.

When I was behind him, I pulled my shirt off to wring out the excess water. I looked in his direction, to see if he was watching, but he had walked up the hill, to sit beneath a tree. I put my shirt back on, now, wet and wrinkled, but much cooler. It was still wet enough to cling to my body, but I guessed that it would dry fairly quickly with the bright sun beating down on it. I found a large tree to stand behind to take off my dripping underwear, to wring them out. I decided, after thinking about it, to leave them, since I had to put my trousers back on. After I was dressed again, I joined Olu in the shade beneath his tree. 

‘You’re like Henriette,’ Olu smiled at me as I sat next to him.

‘What do you mean?’ I was confused.

‘You’re a free spirit. You do whatever comes to your mind, whatever pleases you. You never hesitate…’

I looked at him, squeezing at the dripping ends of my hair.

‘I wish that I could be like that sometimes,’ he lamented.

‘I’m not so much like Henriette,’ I confessed to him, playfully twisting my hair.

‘You are…’ he wrinkled his brows, searching for the right words. ‘I’ve never felt… free enough to just act… without thinking.’

‘You make me sound so thoughtless,’ I leaned back against the tree.

‘That’s not what I meant…’

‘I think I understand.’

‘No, I’m not explaining it clearly…’

‘You’re doing it, now…’

‘What?’

‘You’re thinking too much.’

‘ “I think, therefore, I am”,’ he chuckled.

‘You think too much, Olu. You should try to be spontaneous sometimes, you know… just do what you feel…’

He gave me an incredulous look. 

‘Well? What are you feeling now?’

He still looked confused.

‘Go on, do something spontaneous. It’s all right to be silly sometimes, Olu… I promise, I won’t tell anyone.’

‘You “won’t tell anyone”,’ he scoffed. ‘You’re full of secrets these days, Olivia.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘Your mouth is quiet, but your eyes tell more than you might think.’

I couldn’t help blinking at this, turning away from him in a sudden fit of blushing. His coffee colored eyes bored into me, making me self-conscious about my thin wet shirt, which was clinging to my skin, outlining my breasts, the damp cotton glued to my hardened nipples. 

‘Come, I want to show you something.’

I took his outstretched hand and let him pull me up to my feet. We hiked further into the hills, walking for so long that I began to worry that we would get lost. I didn’t ask any questions, though, because I didn’t want to ruin Olu’s rare mood. 

‘Aren’t you worried about where I might be taking you?’ he finally asked me, after we’d been walking long enough to make me feel winded.

‘No, I trust that you know where you’re going… won’t they start to miss us, now, back at the dig?’

‘We weren’t making much progress today anyway.’

We were silent for a few minutes. Olu had never released my hand, and I had grown used to the strong warmth of his grip. It felt pleasant and comforting, even though we had roamed too far from the dig for me to find my way back.

‘We’ve been walking so long,’ I observed, ‘that I’ve dried out, only to start sweating again.’

Olu laughed. ‘Sorry for the long hike; I’m just trying to be spontaneous.’

‘Hmm…’

‘Don’t worry; we’re almost there.’

‘So, you do know where you’re going?’ I teased him.

He laughed again. ‘Of course. I’ve been here several times. I like the quiet, and the privacy it provides.’

We stopped, and he extended his free arm, showing me a beautiful vista of lush green and rolling hills.

‘It’s lovely,’ I breathed, taking it all in. ‘It rather feels like we’re on top of the world.’

He watched me as I looked around.

‘Come, sit down.’

I followed him to lounge in the grass. 

‘Is this better than the dig?’

‘Yes, yes.’

‘Good…’

‘So, have you reached your limit for spontaneity, or do you have something else to reveal?’

He made a swift move, so smoothly that the world seemed to have turned upside down. I was lying on the ground now, and Olu was above me, staring into my eyes.

‘Your smile just lights up your face… it’s mesmerizing…’ he gazed at me.

He lowered his face to mine, and gave me a deep, sensuous kiss. I could feel the excitement rising in me immediately; the sensation of his warm full lips engulfing mine was almost too much to bear. He held me tightly, running his hands up my shirt, his rough fingertips sliding over my damp skin.

‘Your kisses are addictive…’ he breathed between kisses.

I blushed, bowing my head as he looked at me.

‘Don’t be embarrassed,’ he chided me, ‘You’re not so innocent…’

My eyes widened at this comment, but his tenderness seemed to be fading.

‘The other day… when you were supposed to be taking a lesson with me…’

‘I was sleeping…’

‘Yes, when I came back to knock on your door, you were sleeping.’

I blinked my eyes in amazement.

‘I saw you, through the window…’ he said in an accusatory tone. 

When I didn’t respond to him, he slid his hands up further my body, gently rubbing his palms over my sharp nipples.

‘What were you thinking of, Olivia, when you were touching yourself in your bed that morning?’

I closed my eyes, clasping my fists at the tickling sensation his hot palms caused by just resting on the tips of my nipples. I felt my shirt sliding up, the soft damp cotton being removed as if a breeze was causing it to flap in the wind. Olu’s hands moved down to my back, and once my shirt was out of the way, I could feel the wet suction of his lips and tongue on my skin, nibbling my breasts, and gently suckling my nipples. I moaned, my mind following his hands and arms as they began roaming across the rest of my body. Olu’s fingers were unfastening my trousers, now, and slowly pushing them over my hips, and down my legs. I wiggled my hips a little, to help him. 

He was on top of me now, kissing me again, and rubbing his thick fingers over my damp crotch. I squirmed beneath him, getting incredibly excited, and moaning into his mouth as he sucked my tongue. I reached up to touch him, feeling the sweaty ripples and ridges of his arms and his back. He felt so strong and masterful, that I just withered from his touch.

‘You don’t seem to miss wearing knickers, since Chad took yours that day…’ he raised an eyebrow, staring at my pussy. I held my breath, intrigued by the contrast of his large black hand roaming across my pale skin, pressing into my pubic bone. I was already wet, rotating my hips as his fingers spread my hot stickiness around. I dug my fingernails into his back when he thrust his fingers inside me.

‘Ohh…’ I gasped, trying to focus my rolling eyes as he bit into my neck.

He moved his fingers around, making my hips move to follow his lead. His hand was cupped over my clit, grinding into it, as his fingers moved deeper inside.

‘Mmm…’ My mind went back to that special night I’d spent with Henriette. Olu was bringing out the same feelings that she had managed to unearth in me, but he had a very different technique. Where Henriette’s touch was feather light, Olu was more heavy-handed and rough. He wasn’t hurting me, but he was decidedly aggressive. I liked it.

Olu’s fingers were long and thick, pushing deeper into me with each thrust. What Henriette had shown me in flourish and gentle technique, Olu was accomplishing with dogged persistence and strength. 

‘I’ve always wondered…’ Olu breathed into my ear, nibbling the tip of my earlobe, ‘why you were so attached to that old hairbrush of yours…’

My pussy spasmed at the sound of his voice uttering these words. My wet walls clenched around his fingers, and I came with a lengthy gasp and sigh. He kept pushing, even as I begged him to stop, making me reach a second orgasm immediately after the first.

‘Ahh… Olu… I… I can’t take anymore… please, stop…’

He chuckled, sinking his teeth into my taut nipple.

‘Oh!’ I exclaimed in shock.

‘Olivia… I have to have you…’ he growled into my ear.

I wasn’t thinking clearly, too overcome with arousal and excitement. I knew that I was supposed to say no to him, but I couldn’t think of just how to say it at that moment.

‘You’re so sweet… irresistible…’

I could feel Olu’s weight on top of me, his sweaty, dark chest pressing into my sensitive nipples, and his rough hands moving to part my thighs. I could still feel the fabric from his trousers, until he started to kiss me again. I was lost to reality then, kissing him deeply, not realizing that he was pushing his trousers down, rubbing his hot hard penis across my wet swollen pussy lips. I moved my hips in rhythm with his stroking, biting my lip every time his thick cock rubbed against my pert clitoris.

‘Mmm…’ I mewled.

He pushed it in so suddenly, that I squealed loudly from the pain.

‘Oww! Oh…’

Olu was pushing into me, holding me down, breathing heavily. I blinked my eyes, shocked by the abruptness of it all. It felt like a train was trying to force its way into me; Olu was rock hard, and his penis felt like it was enormous. He pulled a handful of my hair, making me gasp with even more pain. I started to cry, but my voice was muffled by Olu’s meaty shoulder.

He kept thrusting, holding my body so tightly that I knew that I would be bruised the next day. I dug my nails into his skin, because the pain was spiraling so fast that it was beginning to take over my consciousness. I felt a hot ripping sensation, and all I knew at that point was that I wanted Olu to stop.

He pushed on for a few minutes, shoving deeper and slowing down, making me wonder if he was about to come. I grabbed his short, wiry hair, hoping that this would make him stop, but he was too far gone. He squeezed me tightly, his body spasming and trembling as he pumped his seed into me. He nestled his face into the bend of my neck, gasping for breath while holding my hips, so that I couldn’t even squirm anymore.

‘So tight… amazing… soft and wet… so nice, Olivia…’ he muttered between breaths.

I felt a river of wetness trickling between my legs. Olu was still inside me, and the full weight of his body was pressed into mine. I stared up at the blue sky, watching the clouds sail by. My ears could only hear Olu’s pumping heart, almost beating out of his chest at first, but slowly softening, as his breathing pattern normalized.

‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered as he came back to his senses, ‘I must be crushing you.’

I shook my head, confused and a little afraid, but not enough to want him to move away. I liked feeling his body on top of mine, his sweaty chest, sticking to the skin of my swollen breasts. His cock had softened a little; it didn’t feel as intrusive as it had at first. It was still warm and throbbing inside of me, filling me with a slight ache, along with the hot wetness that was now seeping down to my ass. 

He kissed me, rubbing his face against the trail of tears that ran down my cheeks. He whispered to me, nibbling my ears, and pinching my nipples, making my stomach flutter and my clit throb. I could feel his penis coming back to life, getting thicker and harder again inside of me. He slowly started undulating his hips, holding me down again, but not as roughly this time. Olu raised my legs, so that I could wrap them around his waist. 

He pumped me slowly, for a long time, seemingly waiting for me to move with him. The pain from before gradually faded, and was replaced with a lingering wave of pleasure every time he pushed his cock in and out of my soaked pussy. In between our heavy breaths, I could hear the squishing of his hard cock pounding into me. I grabbed his hair again, rolling my eyes as his penis slid against my sweet spot, again and again.

‘Mmm… Olu… ohh… it feels so good!’

He sped up his thrusts, grabbing my ass cheeks and really driving his cock deep inside me, causing me to scream out.




From Africa Ch. 04



‘Ahh! Ohh… god… ah, ah…’

I started to climax before I even realized what was happening. My pussy started to pull him inside even more, and my body seemed to clamp down on his cock, squeezing it with all of my strength. 

‘Olivia…’ Olu growled. ‘…incredible… ahh…!’

I screamed again as he pulled my hair, scooting my body across the grass as he orgasmed again, raising my ass off the ground with his uncontrolled gyrations, his body so strong, that I was forced to climax with him again, feeling his huge cock exploding inside of me.

I thought my heart had stopped for a moment, but I must have slept for a while, because the sun was in a different part of the sky when I opened my eyes. I was fully dressed again, and a little confused. Olu was standing near me, buttoning his shirt.

‘It’s getting late. We should go back, now.’

I sat up, carefully, because my head was spinning from the bright sun. He knelt down to help me when he saw me faltering, stroking my brow as I finally sat upright.

‘Oh…’ I moaned from the pain between my legs.

‘Are you all right?’

‘I suppose so… help me to stand.’

I leaned on him to pull myself up, but my legs were too weak for me to stand for long.

‘What’s wrong with me?’ I asked, starting to feel faint.

‘Too much sun, most likely… here, I’ll carry you.’

Olu crouched so that I could climb onto his back.

‘Try not to sleep anymore…’ He warned me, gripping my thighs to hoist me up higher on his back.

I rested my chin on his shoulder as we started the long trip back to the dig.

Dad had been alarmed to see Olu carrying me, so as soon as we returned home, he sent for a doctor. I was promptly diagnosed with heat exhaustion, and told to get a few days worth of bed rest. Olu had apparently explained our lengthy absence away, telling my father that we had gotten lost on the way back to the dig. 

I spent two days doing nothing more than sleeping and eating, allowing William to spoil me with all of my favorite foods, at least the ones that were available to me there, and drinking what seemed like enough water to fill a pond. Dad checked on me often, but Olu was nowhere to be found. I was afraid to ask after him, wondering if Dad had been suspicious, or had actually discovered what we’d done, but I soon realized that he’d had no clue as to what really happened that day.

On my third day of convalescence, Henriette returned from her trip to Marrakech, with bags full of interesting trinkets and other souvenirs. She was shocked to learn that I had been ill, and immediately came to my room to visit me, bringing me a brightly patterned cloth that she’d found at a bazaar.

‘I thought that it went beautifully with your eyes, Mon Amie, the blue and the silver thread, goes with the pale gray of your eyes.’

I gave her a broad smile, rubbing the thick cloth across my cheek.

‘How are you feeling?’ She looked concerned.

‘I’m much better now, thank you. Still a little tired, though.’

‘Well, I won’t keep you long then…’

‘No, don’t go… I’m so bored. And my back is beginning to hurt, from resting so much.’

Henriette laughed.

‘Only you young people can get tired of resting,’ she rolled her eyes playfully.

‘Henriette…’ I steeled myself to ask her, ‘Where is Olu?’

‘Olusegun? Your father sent him away…’

‘What!’ I sat up, blinking my eyes in shock.

‘To get more supplies for the dig… he will be back in a few days. Why are you so alarmed, Mon Amie?’

‘I… it’s just that… I… it’s nothing…’

‘Ah, you are blushing now… there is something you’re not telling me, Olivia… Are you enamored with Olusegun? You have a little crush?’ She winked her eye.

I blushed, looking down at the bed.

‘So! That is it! You have a crush on Olu… hmm… I see, you can’t help smiling even when I say his name.’

I stared out the window, waiting for my furious blushing to subside.

‘Ah, Mon Amie! Just wait until you feel one of his kisses!’ Henriette sighed with remembrance. ‘Just perfect! C’est magnifique!’

I bit my lip, helpless to keep from remembering Olu’s “magnificent” kisses.

‘So, you have kissed him already?’ Henriette raised an eyebrow.

I nodded my head shyly.

‘Hmm… lucky girl!’ She pinched my cheek. ‘I knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist you much longer. You just wait for the “big bang”! Haha!’

I blushed again, impulsively deciding to tell her everything.

‘It was nice…’

‘The kiss? Of course. I told you that Olu is wonderful. Just wait until you get him into bed…’

‘We have…I… Olu has… taken my innocence…’

Henriette’s eyes widened.

‘Mon Dieu! And you sit here, alive and conscious, to tell about it!’

I smiled a little.

‘Were you hurt much?’

‘I’m still a little sore…’

‘I know you should be. Olu has more than most men… Ah, well… I’m sure that he is missing you now, more than you can ever know, Mon Amie.’ She stroked my hair, and smiled.

I didn’t understand how she could be so sure.



From Africa Ch. 05



Northern Africa, circa 1949

My first day out of bed was an eventful one. I was alone in the house; Dad had taken a short business trip, taking Henriette along with him, Anna was still away, and William had gone to run errands. Olu, I'd assumed, was at the dig, supervising while Dad was away. I slowly got dressed, and made my way to the piano, which I expected to be covered with a thick layer of dust because I hadn't practiced in so long.

I went to the music room, small and cramped with the old sofa and the ancient piano. I ran my fingers over the keys, smiling briefly at its miraculously beautiful tone, and immediately lifted the lid of the bench to look for sheet music. I stopped, after a few seconds, sensing that something was different. I raised my head, eyeing the top of the piano, finally noticing the vase of exotic flowers sitting there. I stood up and sniffed them, slowly savoring their wonderful fragrance.

I wondered who'd put them there. My father had always been hesitant to put flowers in the house, saying that they only attracted more bees. After a few seconds of guessing, I went back to selecting practice music, deciding that William had put them there to brighten the room for Henriette. She had a fondness for flowers.

I took some time to warm up, playing scales and simple pieces, that I could execute from memory. I must have gotten lost in some reverie, because I almost fell off the bench when I felt a warm pair of heavy hands pressing into my shoulders. I turned around to find Olu standing over me, silently smiling.

'Oh! You startled me... What are you doing here?' I could feel myself getting nervous; my stomach had started fluttering, even after he'd moved his hands away.

'Rain is coming.'

'Is William still away?'

'His mother is ill. He won't be back today.'

'I'm sorry, if the music is disturbing you... I can stop, if you like...'

'No. It's beautiful. Please, continue,' he sat on the sofa.

I resumed my practicing, but I was growing more nervous, feeling Olu's eyes burn into me. My fingers started to tremble, and I began to skip notes here and there. I finally decided to stop playing, telling myself that I would just sit and talk to Olu. I closed the piano lid, and turned to face him.

He sat there, watching me, his dark eyes penetrating and mysterious. His gaze hypnotized me for a few moments.

'We have to resume your French lessons soon,' he broke the silence. The sound of his voice made me quiver inside.

'I know...'

'But I know you've been neglecting your music, so I'm willing to give you more time.'

'Thank you, Olu. I suppose I should practice when you're away, like I used to. Anyway, I don't think that Dad will want me to go on too many more digs, what with me getting sick.'

He just looked at me for a moment, his dark face turning from an unreadable look to an expression of tenderness.

'How are you feeling?'

'Oh... I'm feeling much better, thank you.'

'I had hoped that the flowers would brighten your day. I know that your father doesn't like them in the house... but I wanted to give you a gift...'

I smiled, overwhelmed with a sudden desire to kiss him.

'I'm sure he won't mind them this once,' I turned to sniff them again, trying to hide my blushing face. 

'Olivia...'

'Yes?' I turned to face him again.

'It's nothing... I should get back to work,' he stood up suddenly, making my heart sink as he left the room.

I sat at the piano, confused and nervous, wondering if I should try to play again, or just give up for the afternoon. I knew that I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else, wondering what it was that Olu had wanted to say to me. I supposed that he felt as awkward about our situation as I was feeling. I didn't know what to say to him, or what to do. I knew that we couldn't go back to the way we had been before, but I didn't know what to do next.

I stood up, deciding to face him, to try to get all the awkwardness over with as quickly as possible. I wondered how he was feeling about it all, and the curiosity would eat me up if I didn't at least try to find out what his thoughts were on the matter. I walked to the study, but he wasn't there, so I turned toward his bedroom, finding the door closed.

I knocked softly, wondering if he'd decided to take a nap. I could hear his voice faintly through the door, telling me to enter.

'Yes?' he asked without turning toward me. He was sitting on the edge of his bed.

'I'm sorry to disturb you, Olu, but I think we need to talk...'

'What is there to talk about?'

'I don't want... I don't want it to be awkward between us, Olu. I want you to know...'

'We'll just forget about it,' he blurted, still facing away from me.

'I can't forget about it. It was wonderful, Olu. I liked it. I want you to know that.'

'I took advantage of you, Olivia. I've been feeling guilty about that. I know that I should never have touched you... you're too young, and your father would never have allowed it if he'd known...'

'Olu,' I walked over to stand in front of him, 'I am a woman, in more ways than one, now...'

'You should go now... I'm tired.'

I pursed my lips, annoyed at his attitude. 'All right.' I moved away from him, slowly closing the door on my way out of his room.

I sat on my bed for a long time, watching the clouds roll in from across the sky, slowly enveloping the sun and covering my room with a cast of gloom. I could smell the rain long before it began to pour, and growing drowsy, I lay across the bed, gradually drifting off to sleep. 

I dreamt of Olu, his face hovering above mine, my hands lingering on his squared jaw line. He was touching me, teasingly, his fingers crawling back and forth, up and down my body, making my toes curl and the palms of my hands tingle. I gasped each time his roughly tipped fingers fell upon my skin, feeling an intense sensation of pleasure, even in my teeth. I clenched them together, shivering from the next tantalizing pass of Olu's hands across the curve of my lower back. 

I woke up with a start when I felt his full lips and his tongue on my ass, gasping again as he sank his teeth into my cheek.

'Oh!'

My clitoris came to attention, and I bit into my pillow, unable to stay quiet. Olu was kissing and caressing my naked body, massaging my breasts as he nibbled his way up my back.

'Mmm... Olu...' I moaned, growing wetter by the second.

'I couldn't resist you...' he breathed into my ear. 'I came to apologize, and I saw you lying here... I am a weak man...'

'No,' I closed my eyes, completely turned on by his soft breath in my ear.

'I have a weakness for you, in any case...' 

He moved his hands down the front of my body, down to my pussy, and ran his long fingers through my juices. 

'Ahh...'

I could feel his wiry pubic hair on my ass, and his hot, hard cock, full and throbbing, sliding between my legs. I thought I would go crazy, with the way that his fingers were twirling around my clit, and his penis was sliding back and forth across my swollen lips. I squeezed my thighs together, enveloping his thick cock in my wetness. 

'Mmph,' he moaned.

I didn't take me long to go over the edge. My body shivered and stretched, falling prey to a mind shattering orgasm, as my hips kept rocking back and forth, and as my clit kept gliding along Olu's meaty cock. 

'Ohh...yes!'

Olu laughed quietly, using his hands to move my legs apart. I could feel his cock pushing now, instead of just sliding; he was slowly pushing it into my dripping pussy, and I pushed back, ready to start grinding into him, with his sumptuous penis filling me up.

'Ahh...'

I felt a sharp pinching sensation at first, but as he kept pushing, I felt a stretching that made me smile. Olu lifted my hips from the bed, and positioned me on my hands and knees, still pushing slowly, taking his time. I was getting so worked up, that I wanted him to ram it all in at once.

'Olu, please... I need you inside of me...' I cooed.

It was then that I felt him push even further. I was completely full, and I felt as if I had a log rammed up my center. 

'Mmm... so nice...' I moaned.

He started moving in and out, still pumping slowly, waiting for me to push back into him. His cock seemed to touch me deeper than it had before, and I felt a sharp spurt of pain every time he pushed all the way in.

'Ow...' I grimaced.

He pulled it out of me, and turned me over.

'What are you doing?' I asked, confused.

'You're not ready for that yet... We'll do it another way...'

'I'm okay...'

'I don't want to hurt you.'

He lounged on his back, pulling me on top of him. He helped me to position myself so that I could easily guide his cock into me. I grasped it, hot and pulsing, wet from my ready pussy. I must have grabbed it too tightly, because Olu winced briefly.

'I'm sorry...' I blushed.

He smiled, arching his hips up, signaling to me that he was ready. He grabbed my hips, holding me as I maneuvered my trembling body down to him, aiming my dripping pussy for his slickened cock. I slowly pushed down, and kept pushing, through another spate of pinching and stretching, until I felt satisfactorily full again.

I looked down at him, grinning as he smiled up at me. 

'We are a nice fit...' he winked at me. 'I like this view of you. You're so beautiful, Olivia...'

He pushed his hips up, pressing his cock deeper into me, then, slowly pulled them back, pulling his tantalizing penis out of me a little, but not completely. He did this for a while, until I caught on to his rhythm. He still had a grip on my hips, helping to direct my motions, showing me that I could feel a different type of pleasure if I moved forward and backward, or made circular movements, instead of just bouncing up and down.

'You're amazing, Olu,' I breathed, rocking slowly on his pulsing cock.

At this, he pulled me down to him, so that my swollen breasts were resting against his chiseled chest. My clitoris was jammed against his pelvis, and I squirmed a little, because the feeling was a little too intense at first, but he held me close for a moment, kissing me long and slow.

I'd stopped grinding, so that I could concentrate on the kiss, but Olu took control of the situation by sitting up. Now I was nestled in his lap, and I could wrap my thighs around his waist. He gave me an endless series of erotic, wet kisses, and began pumping his cock into my pussy with an urgency that he hadn't shown before.

He held my hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, still kissing him and caressing his tongue with mine. I had to stop this when he started thrusting harder, because I was moaning loudly with each thrust. I started rotating my hips again, and working my muscles, squeezing and stroking his cock as he pumped away. I giggled a bit as Olu started to moan, and kept up my stroking, feeling another climax coming as his thrusting motions sped up.

I pressed his face into my bosom, mashing my tender nipples into his mouth. He took hold of one and bit it as he came, holding my body against his, and shoving his cock so deep that I felt a spurt of pain again.

My pussy clenched his penis over and over, my body coming in waves of spasms, my clitoris having gained so much sensitivity that each touch felt like a pinprick to my heart.

'Oohh!' I screamed.

'Ahh...' he growled, still pumping into me as his semen began to pool into our laps. I collapsed into his arms, lying on top of him as he sank into the bed. 

We lay there for a long time, not speaking, just staring at each other, and touching each other gently. When his attention wandered for a few seconds, I turned to face the window, watching a fresh downpour of rain.

'Are you cursing the rain right now?' I asked him.

'No. If it weren't for the rain, I wouldn't be here with you.' He wrapped his strong arms around my waist.

I sighed, coming back to reality. 'Normally, you would say that we've wasted the day. I could have accomplished a half dozen things, in the time that I've spent loafing... even if I wasn't practicing my music, I could have been studying my lessons.'

He whispered something to me, in French, kissing his way down my neck.

'You see?' I said. 'I don't even know what that means... shows how much I've yet to learn.'

He muttered something else to me in French, running one hand along the curve of my hip, and the other cupping my breast, squeezing it, and fingering the nipple.

'What are you saying?' I was starting to become aroused again; my body was trembling, as if I'd caught a chill.

'In French...' he gave me a soft command, nibbling my earlobe and the tender spot behind it.

I asked him the question again, in French. He answered me slowly, running his hands all over my body, and grinding his sleeping cock into the small of my back all the while.

'I want to make love to you again,' he crooned, in his Yoruba-tinged accent. 'I want to touch you all over your body, and bury myself in your irresistible softness... You drive me wild...'

I listened to him; French was flowing on his voice like a song.

I turned over to face him, and sank beneath him as he mounted me again, kissing me and stroking my awakening pussy with his hand. Soon, he was rubbing his cock against my clit again, mixing his juices with mine. This time, when he began pushing it inside of me, I spread my legs for him, and grasped his ass, pulling him into me.

'Oh, yes... I love the feeling of you inside of me, Olu...'

He laughed, 'I love the feeling of being inside of you.'

I giggled at this, and gripped his body as he thrust deeply into me, already moaning, breathing with each stroke as if he were gasping for air. 

'You make me feel incredible...' I whispered to him. 

He kissed me, slowing his thrusts for a few minutes to stare into my eyes. His mesmerizing gaze made me feel like jelly inside; my mouth was dry, and I could feel my body flush with heat as he looked at me. Caught up in his penetrating stare, I thought that he wanted to completely consume me.

I closed my eyes, to shake the feeling of being hypnotized. As he kissed my neck, I remembered the night that he'd spent with Henriette, and how she had pleased him... I only hoped that I would be able to learn half of what she knew. An idea occurred to me, and I nervously whispered it to Olu.

'Olu... I want to please you... I'll do anything you want...'

'This is what I want...' he breathed into my ear.

'I can give you more...' I moaned as his cock churned inside me. 

'You've given yourself to me... what more could I desire?'

'I want to give...'

'Shh...' He kissed me, raising my legs to rest my ankles on his shoulders. He began a fierce hammering in and out of my sloppy pussy, making me tremble and whimper. My body went through several spasms almost instantly. Olu's cock sent a wave of pleasure surging up through the center of my body, and I cried out, helpless to control myself.

'Oh my god! Ahhh!' 

He was soon panting and grunting, injecting me with more of his seed, pushing it so deep with his most powerful thrusts, rendering me completely submissive. I lay beneath him, taking it all in, my pussy slowly massaging his stalk-like cock, making him all but speechless. When he finally finished, he collapsed on top of me, wide-eyed and gasping for breath, still filling my pussy with his throbbing girth. I lowered my legs to wrap them around his waist, enveloping him in my warmth as he drifted off to sleep.

After that afternoon, it proved to be very difficult to find time to spend with each other. There was always someone in the house, what with the preparations for Anna's wedding day. We had several visitors every day, all fussing over Anna, so Olu had to make himself scarce. I'd overheard a conversation that he'd had with my father, with Dad telling Olu in a somber voice that he'd have to go away for a while, at least until Anna and Mark had left for their honeymoon, and all of the guests had left.

I was angry at hearing this, but I couldn't dare say anything. I was afraid that Dad would disown Olu and send him away permanently, if he knew about our affair. Only Henriette had any idea of what we were doing, but I knew that I could trust her. She even helped us, when she could, covering for me when I crept into Olu's bedroom at night, and comforting me when I longed to see him, but wasn't able to.

Olu had been planning to leave the week before the wedding, but there had been some delay in his travel arrangements. So he was still in the house up until the night before the wedding. Olu had announced that he would be sequestered in his room, whenever he was home, so I knew where to find him. But I couldn't get away from the festivities to see him, so I was miserable.

'Why the long face, Olivia?' One of Anna's friends, a bridesmaid, asked me.

'Don't you know that weddings make some people sad?' Another visitor explained. 'Most people are always happy at weddings, but there are a select few that get depressed.'

'She's much too young to be depressed by all this,' the first woman said. 'Just wait until you get to be my age, dear, and then you'll really know what it's like to be depressed at a wedding.'

They laughed, at my expense, so I left the room, tired of being questioned, and prodded and ridiculed. The entire week had been like this. I hadn't had a moment to myself; my practice time had all been lost, and there was always someone new to meet, or someone different to entertain. Anna had decided to put me on display, making me play simple crowd pleasers to her mirthful guests, taking requests as if I was a musician in a bar.

Finally, on the night before the wedding, I threw all caution to the wind, and climbed out of my window to see Olu. He was in bed, with his light out, but he wasn't asleep. I climbed in next to him, wrapping my arms around his hard stomach, and nuzzling my face into his warm back.

I'd surprised him. 'You shouldn't be here...' He immediately turned to face me.

'I hate her... she's a nasty bitch,' I frowned.

'Don't say things like that...'

'It's how I feel.'

'You don't really feel that way... you're only upset.'

'Well, I guess you're really the lucky one... I wish I didn't have to go to this stupid wedding.'

'It's the most important day of your sister's life. You should be nice to her.'

'Most important?' I smirked. 

'Anna has always wanted a fine wedding...'

I gave him a curious look, wondering how he knew this, but he didn't explain further.

'Important... she's already given herself...'

'Olivia,' Olu hissed at me. He sounded so serious, that I felt like a rebuked child. 'It will all be over sooner than you think,' he softened his tone, holding me closer.

'I've missed you...' I muttered.

'And so I have you,' he kissed the top of my head.

I hooked my leg onto his hip, so that I could better feel his crotch. Olu's eyes widened slightly, but I still wasn't as close as I wanted to be.

'No...' he moved my leg away, turning his back to me again. 'Go back to bed.'

I'd waited too long for the chance to see him, and I wasn't about to ruin it by returning to my room. I took my gown off, which was the only thing that I'd been wearing. He had on pajama bottoms, despite the heat. I cuddled next to him again, pressing my pert nipples into his sweaty back, and nestling my pelvic bone as close to his ass as I could get it. I put my arms around his waist again, first resting my hands on his meaty thighs, then, moving them around, stroking the cotton of his pants. He immediately shifted a little from the sensation, and cleared his throat, but said nothing. 

I moved my hands in and up further, moving closer to his hot crotch. He moved a hand down to grab my probing ones, but he only caught one, and missed the other, as I managed to slip it beneath the fabric. I scratched my fingers lightly through his wiry pubic hair, and wrapped my hand around his sleeping cock. Olu sighed, but did not move to make me stop; he intertwined his fingers with those on my captive hand. I squeezed and stroked his penis, smiling as I felt it grow and harden. 




From Africa Ch. 05



On impulse, I threw the covers back and climbed over his body, so that I could rest between his legs. Olu looked shocked, and was about to question me when I pulled his cock through the opening in his pajama pants. He looked confused, until I moved my face closer to him.

I held his long penis in my fist, looking at the amount of length left uncovered by my hand. I just stared at it for a long time, noting the lighter head that poked out of the skin, like a finger coming out of a hole in a glove. I stroked it again, the head poking out more the more I stroked. It was getting wet, glistening in the moonlight. I leaned over to taste it, the saltiness surprising me. I ran my tongue all around the tip, lapping the inside of Olu's foreskin, and spreading his wetness all over my lips. I'd tried to remember what Henriette had done before, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to compare to her skill, not yet.

Olu cleared his throat again. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock again, swiping it across his hole and making a wet mess of my mouth. He shifted again, raising his hips so that he could remove his pants. I helped him, pulling the fabric down, amazed at how his thick cock stood at attention, only wavering slightly as he moved. When he was settled again, I kissed my way down to his balls, and kissed my way back up, stroking with my hand in between. Olu directed my to place my other hand on his balls, and to massage them as I played with his cock. I smiled at the change in his face when I did this; his eyes were closed, but he looked like he was in heaven. 

Once I found his most sensitive spots, I started to tease him, making him moan softly. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could fit, and sucked softly at first, increasing the suction gradually. He was soon thrusting his hips toward me, but that made me gag, so I put my hands at the base of his cock, so that I could control how much went into my mouth. I was disappointed that I couldn't take in as much of it as Henriette could, but I imagined that she had had years of practice at it. 

I looked up for a brief instant to find Olu grinding his teeth. He grabbed a handful of my hair, and stroked my head softly as I continued to suck his delectable cock. I found that I liked it. I liked giving him pleasure in this way, and I loved to hear him trying to stifle his moans, which were growing louder by the minute. 

'Olivia... Mmm... that feels unbelievable...'

I liked the sensation of his thickness throbbing inside my mouth.

He gasped, and before I expected it, he came, first inside my mouth, and as I was surprised by the hot splatter of stickiness, the subsequent spurts hit my face and my hair, before it started running down his cock onto my hands. It was thick, and different from anything I'd ever seen before, but I tried to lick it up, cleaning his penis like Henriette had, swallowing it in liberal gulps.

Olu grabbed a handful of my hair and suddenly yanked me away, pushing me down to the bed. I gasped, surprised and trying not to cry out from the pain. He hovered over me, staring at my face, which must have been a cum-streaked mess. He pulled me out of the bed, and led me to his desk, where he leaned me across it. Olu pushed roughly pushed my legs apart and leaned onto my back, shoving his cock into my pussy, startling me.

'Ow!' I squealed.

He put his heavy hand over my mouth, and wrapped his other around my hip, holding me to him as he rammed his hot hard cock into me. I whimpered at his brutal strokes, but I was barely audible, with his hand covering my mouth. I began to wonder if he was angry with me; he was being very rough, and I didn't understand what I had done to make him displeased with me.

His rough pounding was starting to feel extremely pleasant. Once I'd warmed up, and my pussy started to drip, my knees got weak, and Olu had to hold me up. He was jabbing my sweet spot, over and over, and I ground my hips so that I could take more of his cock. 

'Mmph!' I shook my head, trying to speak, despite his hand covering my mouth. He moved it for a second, long enough for me to say, 'Ohh... Fuck me... Ahh... Fuck me hard, Olu... Yes! Like that... Oooh!'

He covered my mouth again, stopping so suddenly that I almost fell over. 

'Get on your knees,' he commanded in a harsh whisper.

I fell to the floor, pulling myself up to my knees with his help. He crawled into place behind me, shoving his cock into me again, fucking me as if it were the last day of his life. I came, hard, so hard that I bit Olu's hand as he tried to muffle my screams. He pushed deeper into me with each scream, pulling out enough to let his profuse cum drain from my pussy. 

Olu held me there, on my knees, on his rug, for what seemed like forever, before he helped me back to his bed, gently covering me with the sheet. 

'You should go back now,' he said as I fought to keep my eyes open.

'Mmm...' I sank my head into his chest. 'Please, I want to stay...' was the last thing that I remembered saying, before I blacked out.

I dreamt of Henriette, pulling me, dragging me, compelling me to follow her to some special place. I was sleepy, in the dream, and I wanted to stay in bed; I fought with her, until she got Olu to help. He dragged me from the bed, gripping my wrists as I fought with him too. Then Anna was there, yelling at me, and shining a light in my face...

'Olivia!' she huffed. 'I knew you would do this to me... do you know what time it is? Get out of bed, now!'

My eyes popped open, and I squinted to block out the bright sunlight.

'I knew Henriette would let you sleep longer... I could kill the both of you! Get up, this instant! You're late!'

'Late? Late for what?' I muttered, feeling tired and very sore.

'For my wedding, that's what!' she yanked the sheet off of me. 'You're supposed to be dressed by now! Bina has been waiting an hour for you. Now I'll be late, as well...'

'Oh... I'm sorry...' I slowly sat up, my head spinning from the light and Anna's shrill voice.

'Where's Henriette?' I was still confused.

'Never mind Henriette... Put this on...' Anna shoved a pink dress at me.

I suddenly remembered Olu, and all the sweaty stickiness that was the previous night.

'No, wait... I have to bathe...'

'There's no time for that, now. You had all last hour to do that...'

'But really, Anna, I do...'

'Why is that such a concern for you now? It never was before...I thought you liked being slothful...'

I jumped up, remembering Olu's penis, his taste still in my mouth, and remembered my face, and my hair, hoping that Anna hadn't noticed. 

'Just wash your face, and hurry...' as she said this, I ran to the bathroom.

I spent the entire day, in a fog, only noticing the fact the Olu was not there. Henriette tried to lift my spirits, but I drifted through the wedding oblivious to Anna's anger and Mark's lingering eye. Henriette tried to lift my spirits, pulling me into my bedroom for a few moments.

'You had us worried this morning, Mon Amie... I thought you wouldn't wake up. Olusegun thought that he had rendered you unconscious... we had the devil of a time getting you back to bed. You fought me like a prizefighter.'

I giggled a little as she rolled her eyes.

'I'm sorry... I guess I was tired. I just didn't want to leave him.'

'So you are addicted to him, now? What did I tell you about the "Big Bang"?'

I blushed, remembering what had led up to it.

'So, he stole you out of your room like a thief in the night?'

'No... I went to him.'

'Ah... you're a woman of the world, no? Stealing into a lonely man's room in the dead of night? To seduce him! I've turned you into a naughty girl, Olivia,' she teased me.

'I tried to please him. He liked it, actually. And I liked it, the feel of it, and the taste...'

'Hmm... so you learn new tricks every night, eh? Is that how you got it in your hair? We spent ten minutes trying to clean you up...'

So Anna hadn't seen the worst of it.

'And Olu must really trust you. He's a bit self-conscious, about... being uncut...'

I gave her a confused look.

'It's abnormal for a man from here, growing up as Olu did, to be uncut. He missed that, when he came to stay with your father. He feels that he can't go back to that life, because of that, because no respectable woman will marry him.'

'That makes no sense... It's not his fault...'

'That is the way of the world here, Mon Amie; you'll see that the ways of the world are different, for each place you visit. Some you will like, and others, you won't.'



From Africa Ch. 06



Northern Africa, 1949

I kept trying to sneak away from the wedding festivities, but every time I managed to steal a solitary moment, someone came to find me, dragging me back to the crowded meadow where Anna and Mark danced to a hastily arranged string quartet. Dad had hired a few people to serve food and drinks, acquaintances of William, so there was nothing for me to do but sit around and smile whenever anyone said anything to me.

Henriette had tried to warn me that my smiles looked more like smirks, but I was still angry about Olu's exclusion from the festivities. I imagined that he wouldn't have wanted to participate anyway, but I was offended that Anna thought so highly of herself. And I was angry that Dad, for all of his supposed love for Olu, would go along with her plan. I sat pouting for the rest of the afternoon, counting the minutes until it was time for Anna and Mark to leave for their honeymoon.

I spied Anna slipping away for a few moments, quietly walking to her bedroom. I went around the house, toward the back, so that I could watch her through her window. The festivities were taking place on the other side of the house, so I knew that I could watch safely, unless someone at the party began to miss me. Anna sat on her bed, smoothing her hands on her lacy white dress for a few minutes. Then she took a small box from the drawer of her bedside table, searching through it until she found a few slips of folded paper. 

She carefully unfolded them, running her fingers along the edges, taking time to look carefully at each one. From where I was standing, I couldn't see what was written on them, but she smiled slightly as she flipped through them. I stood, confused, until someone came knocking on Anna's door.

'Come in,' Anna called, furtively pushing the papers beneath her pillow.

'Oh, here you are!' It was one of the bridesmaids. 'We've been looking everywhere for you... reminiscing, are you?'

'You've caught me,' Anna stood up.

'Well, people are demanding more photos... You'll have to suffer for a little while longer...'

'All right. Duty calls.'

'I suppose I'll have to find Olivia now. Where do you think she's skulked off to?'

'She's probably climbing trees in that expensive dress, for all I know. She's like a monkey, that girl, no grace or poise whatsoever...'

I smirked as they walked out of the room, waiting until Anna had closed the door before I climbed into the window. I dashed over to the bed, feeling beneath the pillow to find the papers she'd been looking at. I pulled them out, surprised and confused when I realized what they were.

They were simple pencil sketches of fossils, bone fragments, and other artifacts. Some I recognized, and others were unfamiliar to me, but all of them had been drawn on the same parchment paper that Olu liked to use. And the drawing style was his; precise, neat, and very detailed. I wrinkled my brows trying to discern the reason that Anna would be keeping them. I looked in the box, noticing that it was filled with things that were special to her: letters from Dad, a photo of our mother, and a few postcards from Mark. 

I put the sketches back under the pillow, and quietly made my way back around the house, just in time to be grabbed by my father as he whisked me towards the photographer. We posed for what felt like a hundred photos before Mark looked at his watch and noted that they just had enough time to get changed for their train trip. Anna's maid of honor took charge, flitting to and fro, as Anna and Mark disappeared into the house.

I waited until the second round of drinks and deserts provided a distraction before I quietly made my way back into the house. I kept wondering why Anna would keep anything of Olu's. She had no interest in anthropology, so even if Dad had given them to her, I didn't think that she would have kept them. And knowing that Olu had drawn them would have probably made her want to burn the things. But they were obviously dear to her, and for the life of me, I could not figure out why. 

I entered the house through the sitting room, pulling my shoes off as soon as I stepped onto the carpet. I walked across the room with the intention of going to Anna's room to wish her a farewell, but I stopped when I saw her in the hall.

She was standing outside of Olu's room, still in her wedding dress and veil, looking up at him. I saw her hand something to him, in a small red box.

'I can't accept this,' she said in a hushed tone.

'Take it,' Olu said. 

Anna, strangely less formal and icy as she normally was with him, said, 'I can't accept it. Mark will wonder where it has come from.'

'It will be lost among your other gifts. Please, take it. I hope your wedding went well.'

'I must go now...' Anna hurried off, with the box still in her hand.

I ducked back into the sitting room, pretending to be searching for something, but Anna didn't even notice that I was there. I heard her close the door to her room, and when I looked down the hall, I saw that Olu's door was closed as well. I stood there, processing everything, realizing that there was more to Anna's seeming hatred for Olu than met the eye.

I went to Anna's room, and walked in without knocking. She turned around, holding her dress in front of her body, surprised at my sudden arrival.

'Oh, it's only you,' she turned away from me, carefully placing her dress in its large box. 

'Anna...'

'What do you want? I don't have time to waste. We'll be leaving shortly.'

'I just wanted to say...' I saw the red box sitting on top of the clothes in her open suitcase.

'What is it?' she sounded impatient.

'I just wanted...' I lost my nerve. 'I wanted to say farewell.'

'Well, you could have done that outside with the others... you didn't have to come bursting in here. You act as if I'll never see you again.'

'Two months is a long time...'

She sniffed, pulling a new dress over her head. 'You don't have to pretend that you're going to miss me, Olivia. I know you'll be glad to be rid of me for a while. I hope you'll use the time wisely... hopefully your French skills will have progressed at least a little by then.' She snapped her suitcase shut, and pulled it off the bed, brushing past me to leave the room.

I stood there, looking at the folded dress in its open box. I could feel the anger stirring inside me, and I wanted to take scissors to it and rip it apart. I knew it was jealousy; I was jealous of whatever the secret was that she'd kept with Olu. I wanted to know, so badly, what had happened between them. It must have been long ago, because the house was too small for me not to have noticed something. And they usually steered clear of each other. I was dying to know what was in that box, and what feelings Olu had for my sister.

I heard peals of laughter and applause as I stood there fuming. I realized that Anna and Mark had left, and that everyone else was outside, waving and cheering. I took the opportunity to visit Olu, knowing that I could get at least a few minutes alone with him before anyone came looking for me. And even if someone asked me later where I had been, Anna would be able to verify the fact that I'd given her a private farewell.

I stepped into his room, not realizing how emotional I was. He was watching the farewell from his window, so engrossed, that he hadn't heard me enter. I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I felt betrayed, angry, afraid, and sad, all at the same time.

'So,' he said when he finally turned to notice me standing in his room. 'You're actually sad to see your sister leaving?'

'Do you love her?' I asked. 'Is that why you play with me? Is it because you can't have her? You're settling for me...'

'Olivia, don't upset yourself.'

'Is that why you were so rough last night? You were angry, because you couldn't have her, because she belongs to Mark now?'

'Olivia...'

'She treats you like dirt, Olu! How could you? How could you love her? I don't understand...'

'I don't love her...'

'Don't lie to me! I know that you do.'

'It's not what you think... it was a long time ago...' he moved toward me.

'Don't touch me!' I shrank away from him. 'Do you think of her, when you touch me?'

Olu furrowed his brows for a second, then burst into laughter.

'Why should I think of her when I touch you? You look nothing alike.'

'Don't laugh at me!'

'You're so young...' he pulled me into his arms, still chuckling.

I fought to free myself from his embrace, but he held my face in his hands, smiling at me.

'You think I'm young and foolish don't you?'

'No,' he kissed my lips. 'I think you're upset because your sister is leaving...'

'What?'

He laughed again. 'I'm only teasing you.'

He kissed my brow and sighed, holding me close to him for a few moments. I stood there wondering why he wouldn't be completely open with me; I knew that he was hiding something, but I didn't know how to find out what it was.

'You should go now, before they begin to wonder where you are,' he whispered, running his hands over my bare shoulders before opening the door for me to leave.

I let him gently push me out into the hall, taking a moment to wipe my tears before I joined the others. Before I could even make it down the hall to my bedroom, Dad pounced on me, grabbing my arms, and pulling me into a silent waltz.

'Darling, Olive Branch! I'm going away for the night.'

'Why?'

'Why must you ask "why" all the time? Don't you know that some things are never explained?'

'No. I don't know that...'

'Are you all right, Dear? Have you been crying?'

'There was something in my eye...'

'Well, since you're so keen on explanations, I'll tell you that Henriette will be with me.'

'Are you going to marry her, Dad?'

His jovial smile disappeared. 'Why do you ask me that?'

'Henriette loves you, Dad. You should marry her.'

'Anna would give me no peace if I did that.'

'Anna doesn't run your life, Dad! Besides, she won't be here much longer, after I leave for Europe; you won't have to worry about her sour attitude.'

'I shall return in a few days... You'll have plenty of uninterrupted time to practice, both your music and your language. Don't be disrespectful to Olu; and don't give William any trouble,' he kissed the top of my head, before turning to leave.

'Goodbye...' I watched carry his suitcase out of the house.

The house felt empty, with all of the revelers gone. William and the others had cleaned quickly and had walked out shortly after the last of the guests. I was left with Olu, but he was locked away in his bedroom. Feeling hot and tired, and downright sticky, I ran a hot bath and spent a long time lounging in the water, reading my notes for a while, and dozing for the rest of the time. I tried to clear my head, thinking of nothing but rest and enjoying the sounds of nature from outside. I opened my eyes to see that Olu had walked in. 

'So, you've survived the wedding,' he smiled impishly.

'I have a headache...' I turned away from him.

'Let me massage your temples,' he offered.

'No thank you. I think I'll just go to bed in a few minutes.'

'You can't go to bed with a headache; just lying there trying to fall asleep will make it worse.'

'Do you have aspirin in your pocket?'

'No.'

'Well, then, you're of no use to me,' I said stiffly, pulling my knees into my chest.

'Why are you angry with me? What have I done?'

'Just leave me alone... I'm tired.'

Olu stood staring at me for a moment, making me blush for an instant.

'What are you looking at?' I looked down at the cloudy bath water.

'Isn't your water cold yet?' he leaned down to stick his hand in the bath.

'Olu! Stop that!'

'You've been in there much too long; you'll start to shrivel. Come on, out you go!'

He lifted me out of the bathtub in one swift motion, carrying my wet body in his arms. I tried to protest, but he only laughed at me, gently placing me in the center of my bed. I rested my head on the pillows, lazily looking up at him, noticing the large wet spots on his clothes.

'You've dried me off,' I laughed. 

'So I have. I suppose I'll have to take these off, now...'

I watched him take his clothes off, draping them over a corner chair. 'I'm not completely dry; I'm still wet, in some places...'

'Hmm...' he smiled. 'I think I can guess which place is wettest.'

He climbed over me in the bed, resting his heavy body on top of mine, and taking a long moment to kiss me. He nibbled my lips and teased me into wanting more; I sighed with contentment when he pulled away from me, completely love struck by his attention.

'We have all evening... and all night...' he whispered in my ear, making my pussy spasm from the sound of his deep voice. He slowly kissed his way down my body, from my lips, to my neck, to my breasts, to my stomach, all the way down to my pussy.

'I have... all night... to savor... your sweetness...' he moved his large hands down to cradle my ass. 

I bit my lip, holding my breath in anticipation.

I could feel Olu's warm breath first; I was too afraid to look, afraid that what I thought was happening wouldn't be so if I actually opened my eyes to see it. But he spoke again, describing his thoughts to me, showing me how much he liked looking at my wet cunt, and telling me how much he wanted to taste it.

'It's lovely... shaped like the petals of a flower, wet from the morning dew... you have very fat lips... a perfect fit for my mouth...'

I could feel his thick lips on my pussy, bestowing generous kisses, and his nose, nuzzling ever so slightly into my clit. 

'Ahh...' I sighed, settling my hips into his firm grasp.

He kissed me this way for a long time, from top to bottom, over and over. I could feel my cunt lips swelling each time he touched me. It was a heavenly sensation.

'I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look?' Olu murmured into my pelvis, slowly dragging his tongue up the length of my pussy, stopping at my clit to swirl the tip of it around.

'Ohh!' I shuddered from the intensity of pleasure, trying to clench my teeth to stop them from chattering.

'Mmm...' Olu sighed as he continued licking me, so slowly that the arousing ache it caused was almost painful.

'Oh, yes...' my body shuddered again. I was suddenly cold, chilled all over, hypersensitive even to a passing breeze.

When he finally stuck the tip of his tongue inside my lips and pushed it up into my oozing pussy, my toes began to curl. I grabbed his head, gently scratching my fingers through his scalp as he moved his tongue around my slick opening. My nipples were as hard as stones, stinging as if they would burst. 

'Olu... you're amazing...' I whispered as my eyes rolled up into my head.

It was when he began munching in earnest that I completely lost control. I was drunk on arousal, and I fell deeper into the spell with each stroke of Olu's tongue. He devoured me, slicing his tongue between my lips and inside my pussy, and sucking my clit with zeal. I wrapped my thighs around his head, lost to everything but my flooding pussy and his magnificent mouth. I began to babble senselessly, and it seemed that the louder my ridiculous musings became, the more effort Olu put into his suckling and teasing. I came, finally, so hard that my body flailed across the bed; Olu had to tighten his grip on my hips to keep me from falling off the bed.

'Oh my god! Olu... please... stop!' I begged him as I lay reeling from an unbelievably intense orgasm.

He relented, for a few seconds, allowing me to lie on the bed, with him still holding me around the hips, taking an instant to catch my breath. As soon as I started breathing evenly again, Olu plunged forth, lapping my pussy as if it were his last meal. I immediately screamed through a second climax, panting hoarsely, but failing to capture Olu's attention. He was only interested in exploring new ways to excite me, and he'd found one, in sticking his fingers up my cunt while he nibbled my clitoris. 

This caused a different sensation altogether. A low moan escaped my lips as he pushed his thick fingers deep inside me, poking at my spot, making my pussy walls clamp down on them, working to capture and squeeze them. I felt as if I was riding on the air, with a pleasant funnel of suction pulling on my clit, and a strong spurt of wind pummeling my sweet spot, making me gyrate my hips to capture more of the feeling. I could feel a third climax building, so slowly that it began to frustrate me. I rocked harder, feeling my body moving down on the bed, causing Olu to move with me. I was straining to come at this point; he must have noticed, because he sucked my clit with more vigor, grazing the tip of it with his teeth. When he did this, my eyes almost popped out of my head, and my back arched; I moaned through clenched teeth, riding yet another wave of pleasure through to climax. My pussy desperately needed release; I pushed down, not realizing that I was spurting hot liquid into Olu's face until I heard him gasp in surprise. I opened my eyes to look down at him, watching him wipe his face with his hands.

'Oh! I'm so sorry...' I sat up, trying to help. 'I don't know how that happened... I'm so sorry, Olu...' I blushed deeply.

'Don't be. It means that I pleased you.'

'You don't have to make things up...' I blushed again, turning away from him.

'It really does, Olivia. It happens to many women. It only means that I've found the center of your pleasure...' He pulled me close and kissed me. I could smell myself on his face, and taste myself on his lips and his tongue. 

'You gotten me all sticky again,' I frowned playfully. 

'I like it when you get sticky,' he kissed the tip of my nose.

'Well, you'll have to get sticky as well,' I raised an eyebrow, looking down at his bouncing cock.

He gave me a devilish smile as I reached for his penis. My mouth began to water as I stroked it, ready to taste him again, eager to please him. It still amazed me, the way it throbbed in my hands, hot and alive, so sensitive to the touch. I'd finally learned how to caress Olu's cock; I remembered what he liked, and what made him moan, and I immediately aimed to make him moan senselessly. I decided to start out with a slow tease, kissing my way around his cock as he had done to my pussy, but eventually aiming to take more of him in.

My mouth watered even more when I tasted his saltiness. The tip of his cock was already wet; he was ready for action. I wet the rest of it slowly and thoroughly, licking him until his penis was glistening. I concentrated on the tip, swirling my tongue around it until I could feel Olu's hand on my head, gently guiding me closer to his cock. He wanted me to put it inside, so I sank my hot, wet mouth down to it, taking in as much as I could until I gagged. I put my hands at the base again, trying to prevent any more choking, but I could feel an almost insistent urging in Olu's tender grip on my head. He wanted me to take more, so I tried, closing my eyes, and suffering through a few minutes of gagging, until I finally relaxed enough to open more of my throat. I extended my neck to suck more of his long, thick cock in, just wetting it more at first, then, after getting used to having so much of it inside my mouth, sucking softly. 

'Ahh... so nice...' Olu moaned quietly.

I looked up at his face as I increased the suction with my lips, moving my whole body back and forth as I'd seen Henriette do it. He had a look of contentment, smiling slightly with his eyes closed. When he opened them, he looked as if he were concentrating on something difficult. I sucked harder, making him hiss from the sensation. I could feel myself becoming aroused again, just from sucking Olu's cock and waving my ass in the air.

Olu must have read my mind, because he put his hand on my chin to lift my face away from his cock. He turned my body so that I could straddle him. I climbed onto him, sinking my pussy down onto his marvelously rigid cock. I sighed with pleasure as his cock filled me up, and I immediately began a sensual rocking and rotating of my hips. Olu thrust his hips up as I pushed down onto his, and soon, we were rocking frantically. My hair had fallen into my face, and Olu reached up to smooth it back, staring at me with his dark eyes. He pinched my nipples, and squeezed my breasts with his massive hands, making my milky orbs disappear between his long black fingers. 




From Africa Ch. 06



He slapped my ass as I rode him, stinging my cheeks and squeezing my hips, pushing me down harder onto his penis. My body soon grew rigid, ready to climax, my pussy going through spasms trying to swallow all of Olu's cock. He pulled me down to his chest, still holding my hips, and cradled me in his arms while I whimpered through another explosive orgasm. I sank my teeth into his chest, helplessly staring at his dark skin, too lost to remember to close my mouth.

I didn't think I could survive anything else, but Olu was still ready for more. He rolled over, so that he was on top of me. He kissed my neck and whispered into my ears, knowing that it would set me off again. I was so sensitive that I could feel myself climaxing just from him whispering to me. My body seemed to be in another world. The pattern of Olu's breathing made my pussy gush with wetness; I gave a helpless moan as he pushed his cock inside again, wrapping my legs around his hips before he began to thrust deeply. 

'Ooohh... push deeper, Olu... yes... ahh...' I stroked his muscular back as he fucked me.

When my toes curled again, and my teeth clenched, preparing for that now familiar sting of heart stopping bliss, I could feel Olu's cock twitching inside me. He held me close, as if he would fall if he dared to release me, and grunted into my ear, moaning as his hot seed spurted deep inside me. The last thing that I could remember, before I passed out, was something that Olu whispered to me.

'I've never felt this way before...' he'd muttered, before he drifted into sleep. I would spend a long time, years, in fact, wondering exactly what he'd meant by it.



From Africa Ch. 07



London, 1951

'I have every recording you've released, and I just want to say how much I enjoy your music...' I was trying to give this nice elderly woman my full attention, but my eye kept wandering to the crowd standing behind her, waiting to get the chance to meet me.

'Thank you,' I smiled at her, still distracted by the endless line of admirers.

Anna was standing beside me, looking grim and disapproving as always. Mr. Stanley had arranged this entire event, and I had already been standing in my stiff new high-heeled pumps for so long, that my back was beginning to hurt. Anna must have seen me wavering, because I felt her hand push at me a little, furtively ordering me to improve my posture. I cut my eyes at her, aching to tell her that the breath constricting corset and the pinching girdle I wore beneath my evening gown were more than enough to keep me from slouching.

'Oh, sorry, Miss...' A rather homely young man took my hand a little too firmly. 'I know those things are valuable...quite valuable... they should be cast in gold, in my opinion...'

'Thank you...'

These meeting events after performances were Mr. Stanley's idea of the perfect way to gain notoriety, and to sell more concert tickets. The trick was that I was supposed to present the image of a wholesome, personable, and cultured lady who still had enough time in her busy day to shake hands with her adoring admirers.

'Anna,' I whispered. 'I need to sit down for a moment.'

'Soon,' Anna whispered back, without changing her flat facial expression.

'...You've grown into such a lady, I was just telling another acquaintance of mine, Mon Amie, how you've blossomed...' 

I had been looking down at her hands, when I heard her voice. When I looked up, I smiled at Henriette. I hugged her, since it had been almost two years since I had seen her.

'What are you doing here?' I asked her, taking in her lovely visage. She was more beautiful than ever.

'Visiting my friends, of course. And I came to see you play. You are wonderful, Olivia. I'm so proud of you!' She smiled for a moment, before taking my hand again. 'I suppose I have to move aside now, for your other admirers...'

'I want to see you. Will you come?'

'Of course, Mon Amie. I only need your address...'

'Anna will give it to you...' I turned to see my sister's face grow even paler as she stood face to face with Henriette.

'I will see you soon...' Henriette blew a kiss at me before she walked off with Anna.

I watched her move away from me, blindly shaking the hand of the next person in the endless line.

Henriette did visit me at my tiny flat the next week, confused by the modest décor.

'What are you doing with your money, Mon Amie? You're definitely not spending it on furnishings...'

'My neighbors are partial to piano music, so I'm more than happy to stay here,' I smiled.

'But, it's so small,' she looked around with wide eyes.

'I wouldn't know what to do with a large house, Henriette. Don't you remember my father's house? I still have bruises from bumping into the furniture because all of the rooms were too crowded.'

'Ah, yes... your father's house... How is he?'

'I'm sorry...' I look down, suddenly remembering how Henriette left suddenly, that summer two years before. I had been left to guess what had happened between them, finally assuming that Dad had still refused to marry her.

'I am over it, Mon Amie. Some things are just not meant to be...'

When she said this, I immediately thought of Olu. I couldn't help blushing, and Henriette seemed to be reading my mind.

'...As other things seem to be destined by the fates...'

I shook my head.

'You don't think so, Olivia?'

I remembered how Olu broke my heart, how he left me, without saying goodbye. I thought of it every night, in the moments before I fell asleep, wondering how he could have just left like that. I'd refused to speak of him until now; Anna never had any reason to talk about him, and Dad would bring him up occasionally, but he never went into any details.

'Do you speak to him often? Do you write to each other?'

'Who are you talking about?' I feigned ignorance.

'Olusegun, of course.'

'No.'

'Where is he now? Is he still working with Leonard?'

'No.'

'Olivia? What has happened?' she touched my hand with a look of concern on her face.

'Olu left a few months after you did. He was just gone one day. He left a note for Dad, but said nothing to me...' I could feel tears welling in my eyes.

'What did he say in the note?'

'He just said that he wanted to be his own man. He said that he loved my father, and that he was indebted to him for all that he'd done for him, and that he'd make my father proud one day...'

'How did Leonard take it?'

It had broken my father's heart as well. Olu was like a son to him, and his sudden departure left my father depressed and confused for weeks.

'Not well...'

'I am sorry to hear this, Mon Amie... I wish I could have been there to provide some comfort.'

I remembered how I'd cried, for days, wondering if I had done something to anger him, something to make him want to leave. Dad was too consumed with his own grief to wonder much about mine; I'd tried to hide it as much as possible. After he'd gotten over the initial shock, he spent the next few weeks trying to find another assistant, but he was never satisfied with any of the qualified candidates. 

I poured myself into my music, practicing late into the night, until my fingers would begin to cramp. Dad had the presence of mind to recruit a French teacher from a school in Lagos to tutor me, but I had to travel all the way to the city for my lessons, because he refused to come out to the wilderness to see me. Between traveling and practicing, I'd assumed that I would be too tired to think about Olu, but I still grieved his departure. 

My father and I lived this way for a long time, ignoring the void that had been placed in our lives when Olu left. He told me that I had become more serious, behaving more like a mature woman than a playful young girl. Anna returned after her honeymoon to distract us for a while, planning my London debut, and all of the necessary stylistic changes that had to be made. Mr. Stanley was often huddled over the desk with my father, convincing him of a sure path to my success as a concert pianist. I was always busy, always preoccupied, but yet, always thinking of Olu, in the back of my mind.

After another spring and summer had passed, Mr. Stanley deemed it time for me to move to London. Anna would be with me for the first six months of my stay, and then, Miss Peake would return to be my chaperone. I felt so numb, that I didn't even care if William was the one who had to watch over me; I didn't feel the desire to do anything outside of performing, anyway. 

Dad saw me off, with a strange look on his face. He was going to be alone, now, with no one to talk to but William, who was so deferential all the time, that he never really said anything intriguing or original. I worried about my father, wondering if he would go crazy from the boredom of being on the ranch all alone, with no chance for stimulating conversation on a day to day basis.

I moved to London, under Anna's watchful eye. She chose the neighborhood that we were to stay in, the places we ate, and the leisure activities that I took part in. She even chose the hairstyle I would have, when we spent an entire day traveling from one salon to the next, in her quest to change me from the wild, untamed country girl to an urbane, polished and poised lady.

Hence, the armor that I had to wear everyday, to tuck in certain parts and to enhance and expose others. I was sore for the first few weeks that wore my new wardrobe; Anna kept trying to assure me that I was at the height of fashion. She'd thrown all of my old clothes out, dismissing them as faded rags that weren't fit to clean with. Whenever I looked at my reflection, I would stand mesmerized at the transformation. I looked like a movie star, with powder to conceal my freckles, bright red lipstick to accent my lips, a haircut and a permanent wave to lift my hair from my shoulders and leave me with bouncing curls. A new set of brassieres pushed my full breasts up so far, that I had to stretch my neck in order to see over them. At first glance, I looked quite similar to Henriette, only, I wasn't quite as buxom as she was. Anna must have noticed the similarity, because she had a dismayed look on her face after she saw the initial transformation. She ordered the stylist to cut my hair shorter, telling her that I looked like a gypsy with my dark curls draping my shoulders. 

I went through a series of photo shoots and other publicity events. Mr. Stanley was always there, directing traffic and answering questions. If there was anything I wanted, I was always provided with it, a fact that never ceased to amaze me. I felt guilty, demanding things all the time, so I was hesitant to ask for anything that wasn't absolutely necessary. I tried to be as frugal as possible, suddenly learning from my father the value of money.

Through all of this, I wondered if Olu was following my career, reading news clippings and collecting posters and records. I liked to think that he was; I had a certain amount of vanity, and I secretly hoped that he was pining for me, wherever he was. It helped me to make it through the nights that were so lonely and boring without him.

During the short time that I'd had with Olu, I learned that I loved all things sexual. I would get wet, just thinking of him, and I spent many days fighting to keep my mind focused on my work. If he was away at a dig during the day, I'd spend the afternoon touching myself, imagining his strong hands on me, his deep voice and wet breath in my ear, and his hard cock in my pussy. My brush hardly did the trick anymore; I had developed an attachment to Olu's penis, and he never failed to make me come by pumping it deep into me, climaxing with that deep sigh that always followed his frenetic grunting. 

'You should try to find him, Mon Amie,' Henriette interrupted my memories.

'Olu?'

'Yes.'

'Olu doesn't want to be found. He's made that plain to see,' I frowned.

'He would not have left a note if that were true, Olivia. You should try to find him... I can help you...'

'No. Just leave it alone, Henriette. It's for the best.'

I'd also found life in London completely different from what I'd known as a child. The weather seemed to be colder, as were the people. I quickly realized that someone like Olu would not be welcome. I noticed that the black people there were vilified and shunned. We were a long way away from Africa, now, in an entirely different world. Anna wasted no time telling me that I could no longer be seen with anyone who was black; it would be the end of my career, before it had even begun. I resented this, but from what I could see and hear, I knew that it was true. It had been the same in America, but I hadn't mattered to me then, because I hadn't been so close to Olu. He was gone, anyway, so I thought that I wouldn't have to worry about it. 

I managed to last about five months without tempting the fates. I was having a rare evening out, enjoying someone else's musical performance, with Anna and Mr. Stanley flanking me, watching my every move. Mark was visiting for a few weeks, so Anna had let down her guard a little, but not enough to allow me to venture far from her view for too long. Mr. Stanley had an interest in different types of music. He thought that American jazz was too popular to ignore, so he made it a point to expose himself to it, to learn more about it. 

This band lacked the flash and pomp of others I'd seen; there were only five or six players, and they performed in a subdued manner. I liked the mellow quality of the performance. It was calming, soothing, almost. Mr. Stanley had procured front row seats, so I was too close to be completely comfortable. The music was too loud from where I sat, and I had to crane my neck in an uncomfortable position to actually look at the performers and not at the stage floor. I was surprised that Anna had allowed me to come, because the band was a group of American Negroes from New York.

I imagined that the pianist was looking at me whenever he turned toward the audience. He was handsome, in a crisp dark suit, and a muted blue necktie. He had a delicate mustache, highly trimmed, and barely there, enough to exhibit his masculinity, but not so much that it was distracting from the rest of his face. He had a nice set of full lips, which curved into a delightful smile when the bandleader introduced him. His nose was broad and distinctive; I secretly wondered what it might feel like pressed against mine. His eyes were narrow and dark; I tried not to think of Olu when I caught sight of them. He was brown skinned, dark, like chocolate, but not black, like an African. I looked away, blushing, when I found myself wondering what the rest of his body looked like.

He was smiling at me. I could finally tell, because he had locked his gaze upon me during a short break and never looked away, until they resumed the music. Just before he turned to strike the first chord, he winked at me. My throat was suddenly dry, and I felt nervous, afraid that Anna had seen it all, and would immediately whisk me away to the safety of my flat.

'Olivia,' Anna whispered.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the bad news.

'Mr. Stanley will escort you back to the flat... Mark is going to take me to a friend's for cocktails after.'

I heaved a sigh of relief, happy to realize that Mark was going to take Anna to a hotel to fuck her silly. They hadn't seen each other in two months, and Anna had been in a rather pleasant mood since Mark had come to visit. My relief was short-lived, as I remembered that I always felt uncomfortable being left alone with Mr. Stanley. He looked at me in a way that made me feel dirty, and his reassuring hugs and touches always lasted a few seconds too long.

'I can go on my own,' I muttered, but my voice was drowned out by the music.

After the concert, Mr. Stanley managed to secure a few moments to speak with the band members. Anna and Mark went along to be polite, but by that time, they were too distracted to appreciate the chance to meet the band. I scanned the room, looking for the pianist, frowning with disappointment when I couldn't find him. 

'Are you enjoying yourself, Olivia?' Mr. Stanley asked me. 'I thought you'd like to meet the members of the group. I know that they are excited to meet you.'

'What do you mean?' I was still looking around.

'You've become quite famous already, Olivia. I think you've gained a few fans over in America already.'

'Oh...' I almost walked away from him, focusing on a certain tall black man in a dark suit.

'I'll be back in a moment,' Mr. Stanley touched my bare shoulders, trotting across the room to catch a man who was leaving.

'I feel honored to finally meet you...'

I turned around to stand face to face with my pianist. I was so nervous, that I couldn't even smile.

'I'm sorry, did I startle you?' his voice was deep and even, and it was unnerving to listen to the staccato rhythm of his American accent.

I looked up at him, surprised to discover that he was taller than I had imagined. 

'No. I'm just a little nervous. You play very well.'

'You, nervous? I can't believe I'm hearing this... from none other than Olivia Blythe.'

He took my hand and held it for a moment. I'd discarded my gloves long before, so as our hands touched, I instantly noticed the roughness of his skin. His hand shake was tender but confident; most men tended to squeeze the life from my hand, or crush my fingers, but he almost caressed it, stroking it from the heel to my fingertips, making my stomach flutter, and my clit twinge in a single deft motion. I looked down, as I always do, at how our hands looked together. His fingers were long and squared at the tips, and his dark palm covered my pale hand, making mine look almost transparent beneath his.

'I'd kiss it,' he whispered, looking around, 'but I don't want to be thrown out of here on my ear.'

I laughed at this, finally able to smile.

He released my hand for an instant, to reach into his pocket. He pulled out a tiny folded piece of paper, and furtively slipped it into my palm.

'I'm here for the next few weeks,' he winked at me, and then walked away.

I slipped the piece of paper into my unused glove, hoping to find a solitary moment to open it later.

'Liv, did you want to stay much longer?' Mr. Stanley was beside me again. 'My business here is finished.'

'No...I'm ready to go home now,' I held my gloves, secretly fingering the tiny folded paper inside.

'Did you like this performance much?' he asked once we were inside the taxi, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

'Yes. Yes, I did.'

'That's good then. I guess I'll have to look into others like it. I think it's important that you are exposed to a full palette of different musical styles. It makes your interviews sound more dynamic. And that impresses people, to hear that their favorite artiste has a fondness for a variety of tastes in music.'

I stiffened my back, to keep his hand from creeping any further down my arm.

'Are you cold, Liv?'

'No. I'm just a little tired.'

'Well,' he squeezed me a little, bringing his face close to my ear. 'You've had a long day... be sure to get plenty of rest. I wouldn't want that beautiful little head of yours to be weary.'

I clutched my gloves even tighter, trying to ignore him and his hot liquor tinged breath. 

'Ah, we're almost there,' he announced.

I heaved a sigh of relief. I was ready to walk the rest of the way home.

'I'll walk you to the door, Liv... unless of course, you wanted to invite me up for coffee...'

'No, I think I'll turn in now.' I jumped out of the taxi before he could get out to open the door for me.

Once I was safely locked away in my flat, I hurriedly extracted the paper from my glove, eager to read it's message. I unfolded, and read it several times, almost memorizing it's heavy scrawl, and the name and address listed. My pianist friend's name was Raymond, and I immediately called the number he'd supplied, nervously waiting for the operator to connect me to his room.

'Hello?' a male American voice answered.

'Raymond?'

'Yes... is this who I think it is?'

'Yes...'

'I didn't think you would call.'

'Well, I have. I would like to see you.'

'I'd like that, too. But I think we'll have to find another place to meet.'

'Just tell me where to go, and I'll be there.'

He named another hotel, and I wrote it down, hoping that it wasn't too far away. He seemed to be reading my mind, because he described its location to me. 'It might take me a while to get there, so if you get there first, don't check in, just wait for me.'

'All right.'

'Well, I'll see you later.' He hung up quickly.

My nerves were almost raw now. My hands were shaking as I hurriedly changed out of my evening gown into something much more casual, and I paced around my bedroom for a few moments changing my mind several times in as many minutes. After I'd finally worked up the nerve to put on my coat and leave, I slipped out of my flat and trotted down the street, with my collar raised against the cold. 

The hotel was a small, humble place, and the dark lobby was empty, except for the desk attendant. I sat on a sofa and flipped through a magazine until I saw Raymond walk in, tall, handsome, still dressed in the suit that he had performed in. I was careful not to make eye contact with him. I listened as he checked in, slyly repeating the room number in a raised pitch after he had accepted the key. I waited for twenty minutes to pass before I moved across the lobby, searching for a convincing story to tell to the clerk if he happened to recognize me.




From Africa Ch. 07



I was saved by a boisterous couple who entered just as I approached the desk. They were extremely drunk, stumbling over each other as they yelled for their room key. I slipped past the desk to the stairs, deciding to forego the elevator, hoping that I could slip up to Room 202 without meeting anyone else on the way.

'I thought you'd decided to leave,' Raymond said as he opened the door.

'No... I'm still here,' I smiled nervously.

'Would you like something to drink?'

'Oh, no... I...' I looked at him up close. He'd taken his jacket off and loosened his tie. From what I could see of him so far, he had a very nice physique.

'Are you nervous?'

'A little, yes...'

'We can just talk if you want...'

'No, I don't want that, not at all.'

He laughed, moving across the room to take me into his arms. 'You're gorgeous, you know that?" he lifted my face to his, and kissed my mouth.

'You're not so bad looking yourself,' I smiled.

'I noticed that you couldn't keep your eyes off me during the show... I wondered if you were just scrutinizing my piano technique.'

'No... although there is another technique I'd love to scrutinize...'

He laughed again. 'And we all thought you were this demure shy violet.'

I rubbed one of my hands across the fabric of his shirt, and the other across the front of his trousers. Moving in a little to gently clutch his crotch, I was satisfied with what I found.

'You don't waste time, do you?' he raised an eyebrow.

'I don't have much of it, these days...' I tipped up to kiss him again, allowing him to devour my tongue. We blindly danced back to the bed, standing beside it for a long time, just kissing and touching each other.

It had been a long time for me... since Olu. I tried not to move too fast, but my desire was building up at an alarming pace. Raymond's kisses left me hungry for much more, and soon I was all over him, kissing his neck and unbuttoning his shirt, stroking his bare chest beneath his undershirt. He followed my lead, lowering himself to the bed, groping me and pulling my clothes off at the same time. 

I was perched on top of him, stroking his hair as he buried his face into my soft cleavage, kissing and licking my swollen breasts sensuously. I was so ready that I began to grind my pussy into his body, locking him under me with my legs. I reached beneath me, blindly grasping for his cock, scratching at his waistband. He moved his hands down to unfasten his trousers, shifting his hips a little so that I could more easily reach for his penis. 

He gasped suddenly when I grabbed his hardening cock. I squeezed it a bit roughly at first, and then released it, so that I could turn around to see it. I marveled at its color and texture, dark and veiny, long and thick; just looking at it made my pussy wet. I tried in vain not to compare him to Olu, but I couldn't resist, noticing that the tip of his cock was different. I ran my fingertips lightly over the head of Raymond's cock; it made me think of a mushroom with a long, thick stalk. I longed to taste it, to see if it was different in this regard as well, and when I swirled my tongue around the head, Raymond moaned softly. 

I did this for a long time, just running my tongue along the tip, up and down the shaft, over and over again, teasing him until he reached out for me. He touched my hair, rubbing a lock of it between his fingers first, then, moving his hands down to guide my head closer to his cock. I took it into my mouth, slowly, coating his growing penis with a cascade of hot wetness. I spread it around liberally, making his cock all shiny and slick from tip to base, and finally sinking my mouth down onto it when I knew it would take him by surprise.

'Ah...' He moaned again. I could feel his fingers in my hair, lightly stroking as I worked on his rigid cock. 'Ooh yeah, like that...'

I sucked as I moved back up, slowly and with more suction as I came to the tip, repeating this motion several times.

'Girl, you are teasing me!' He laughed.

Feeling my pussy quivering in the chill air of the room, wet and ready now, I sucked with more of a purpose, wondering if his cock would feel as delightful there as it did in my mouth. I wondered if he would fill me up like Olu. 

I turned, moving to kneel over him again. He looked surprised and disappointed, as if I had just insulted him.

'Baby... what are you doing? Why'd you stop? It was so good!'

It had been a long time, two years, since I'd had a real cock inside me, and I couldn't wait any longer. I sank my hot pussy down onto his fat cock, shivering with pleasure as Raymond's veiny girth stretched my walls, invading me, slowly filling me completely. 

'Ohhh...' I closed my eyes, just sitting still for a moment, relishing the pleasure of feeling stuffed.

'Ooh shit, Girl... you're so tight!' he hissed.

I felt as if I was impaled on a tree root; I could feel him throbbing inside of me. I worked my hips slowly, spreading my wetness around, lodging his marvelous cock even deeper into my ready pussy.

'Yeah, Baby... I love the way you're rocking and rollin' it!'

His cock slid against all the right places; I couldn't help but moan a little each time I ground my hips down onto it.

'Mmm...'

'Yeah, work those hips, Mama!'

'Ahh...'

I started bucking, shaking the bed, and bouncing on his cock. He kneaded my breasts, pinching my nipples until they started to sting. I pressed my hands into his chest, squeezing his penis with my hungry pussy.

'Oh!' he shouted. 

I'd found the right angle, the right speed, the right pattern; it was all so sweet, so amazing, it felt so delightful that I wanted to sing! It was when Raymond pulled me down to kiss him that I came, hard, so hard that I bit his lip.

'Ouch!' he cursed, quickly sucking my tongue into his mouth.

I felt as though I could see stars; this was the most intense orgasm I'd had in a long time. Raymond held me, amazed that my body could contort so dramatically, watching in awe as groaned into his shoulder. I lay helpless for a few seconds, spent and smiling.

'There's more to come, sweetheart,' he winked at me, making me realize that his unsatisfied cock was still inside me.

He flipped us over, so that my head rested on the pillow. He looked down at me, smiling and gently nibbling his injured lip.

'You must have had a good one,' he teased.

'I'm so sorry!' I frowned.

'Don't sweat it... I'll live,' he winked again before pulling on my earlobe with his teeth. 'I'm just glad that you didn't come while you had my dick in your mouth!'

I blushed as he laughed at me.

'Oh, I'm just teasing you Sweetie...' he whispered into my ear, moving his cock ever so slightly in and out. 'You're gorgeous when you come, I've never seen anything like it... I want to see an encore...'

He nibbled my neck, grazing his teeth across my skin. A surge of electricity ran through my body, making me whimper helplessly.

'It feels so good... to be deep inside you... I want to lay like this all night, making slow love, making you crazy...'

I felt as if I would go crazy from his touching and his whispers and his slow stroking. 

'Ahh...'

He ground is body into mine, still whispering into my ear as he pumped deeper, making me wrap my legs around his waist to take more of him in. 

'Yeah... you like that, don't you? You like my lovin', don't you Sweetheart?'

'Yes!' I slid my hands down to his ass, trying to push him in even further. 

Raymond pressed on, thrusting slowly, but pushing deeper. I could feel myself coming again, and moving my hips up to meet his, he could tell that I was going to give him his "encore".

'Yeah, Baby... you like that dick, don't you?'

'Oh... oh yes! Ahh... I love the way you fuck me... so deep, it's so good...' I could feel my voice slurring my body wound itself through another orgasm.

Raymond sped up his stroking, building up to a fierce pace. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass, along with my senseless whimpering, filled the room. He had amazing stamina, and he went on so long that I thought I would pass out. I sank my nails into his back, bucking my hips to his rhythm as he grabbed me tighter. Close to climaxing, he slowed his thrusts, and I squeezed his cock with my pussy, subconsciously trying to milk him dry. 

'Oh... oh... oh, yeah...' he moaned, pumping his plentiful seed inside of me.

I stroked his back as he rested on top of me, catching his breath. I smiled for a few moments, happy to be lying beneath a strong, alluring man, after so much time alone. My mind began to wander after a time, as Raymond ran his fingers along my pussy lips, stirring me up again. I started to daydream, about all sorts of things, and my thoughts finally managed to focus on Olu. I wondered, wherever he was, if he was doing the same thing, with some other woman. I started to feel a little guilty, as if I was cheating on him, but I shook those thoughts away, remembering my anger at his disappearance. I rolled over to kiss Raymond, who had been lying next to me smiling for a long while, and I pushed all thoughts of Olu out of my mind.



From Africa Ch. 08



London, 1951

‘Olusegun Adebayo.’

‘O-who?’

‘His name,’ I sighed with impatience, ‘is Olusegun. Has he been here?’

‘Ah, yes! I remember now. Tall African chap, right? Black as the ace of spades! Yeah, he was here...’

I held my breath, hoping that I would finally manage to unearth some real information as to where he’d gone. Henriette had finally convinced me to look for him, but I hadn’t told her that I had started my search. I was too proud to let anyone know that I wanted to see him again, just to know if he was alive and well. I’d hired a private detective to begin the search, and he’d come back to me with the address of this questionable hostel. I stood staring at my surroundings, still shocked to discover that Olu had been in London for all this time.

‘Why would a pretty girl like you be looking for him? He owe you money or something?’ The salty old man raised an eyebrow.

‘No. He worked for my father. My father has a word to send to him, and I wanted to find him to deliver it.’

‘That bloke thought the world of himself… he was here for about five months, doing odd jobs during the day, reading all night… quite cheeky, if you ask me…’

I tried not to smile, remembering Olu’s low tolerance for rudeness.

‘Do you know where he went?’

‘No, no… but I do know that he left in a hurry; left most of his things here…’

‘Do you still have them?’ I perked up.

‘Yes. You want to take them? Just a bunch of old books and papers, taking up space. I put them all back here…’

He led me through the dilapidated house to a small area in the back. The place was very dark, and I was wary of tripping over the worn carpet. The old man grumbled as we made our way down a narrow hall, telling me that the other tenants in his hostel had complained because he’d allowed Olu to stay. 

‘I lost more than a few tenants by letting him stay… but he paid me more than what I’d asked… I don’t know where he got the money. And he always paid on time, which is more than I could say for some of the others…’

We stopped in front of a small room off the kitchen. The man opened the door and pulled a string that flooded the space with light. He pointed to a corner filled with waist-high stack of books and papers, leaning precariously over an old pail.

‘That’s all of it there… you’ll want to have your driver take it out for you.’

‘Thank you, sir…’

I’d finally found something! I couldn’t wait to get back to my flat, to pour over all of the notes, papers, and books that Olu had left. I just wanted to run my fingers over the scrawl of his small neat handwriting, to touch the pages that his fingers had turned in the dusty old books, to look at his drawings. The old man found a box for me, and had my driver carry it out to the taxi.

I spent nights looking through it all, the nights that I didn’t spend with Raymond. I’d never told him about Olu, but I think that he suspected something. He would often say that he could tell that I was thinking of someone else when we made love, or that he would catch me daydreaming more often than not. 

I kept my find a secret from everyone, even Henriette. I hid the box on a shelf in my bedroom closet, behind a few hatboxes. When Anna had gone to bed, I’d rummage through the box, organizing everything. Olu had kept some of his notes from the digs he’d been on with my father, as well as quite a few drawings. When I flipped through the books, I found money tucked between the pages, along with a few sketches of a girl. I locked the money away in my jewelry box, and I stared at the sketches, wondering why they seemed so familiar to me.

At first, my jealousy got the best of me, and I spent hours trying to figure out who this girl was, but as I looked further, I noticed that she bore a striking resemblance to someone... me! I held my hand to my mouth, amazed at the extreme likeness, and rushed to the mirror, holding the sketches to the glass, looking back and forth from each drawing to my reflection. It seemed as though Olu was trying to remember my face. Each sketch was dated, and the more recent the date, the more faded the likeness seemed to be. 

The last few drawings were dated from five months before, around the time that the old man had said that Olu disappeared. This made me even more curious. Why did he leave so quickly, again? Where did he go, was he still in London? I sat on my bed, aching to know these things, and at the same time, trying to find a way to keep searching for him. 

My search for Olu had begun to distract me; Anna noticed that I was practicing less and wandering about the city streets more. She accused me of being quiet and secretive, and I worried that she would soon find out about my dalliances with Raymond. I guessed that she would scold me, or threaten to have me followed, but I never imagined that she would tell Mr. Stanley about it.

‘Liv, my dear, has something been troubling you?’ he asked me one day over tea.

‘No. Why do you ask?’

‘I was just wondering… Anna says that you’ve been unusually quiet and aloof.’

‘When am I not “quiet and aloof” with her?’

‘Well, I am just concerned about your well-being; I’m sure that she feels the same.’

‘I’ve just been thinking about Dad, that’s all…’

‘Ah… maybe we should arrange a visit for him.’

‘He won’t come to London. It’s too cold now. He wouldn’t come here until summer.’

‘You never know, with Leonard. I always like to say that that man is full of surprises.’

I worried that if my father did decide to make an impromptu visit, I wouldn’t be able to see Raymond before he left for New York.

I realized that I was depressed. Raymond would be leaving in a few days, and I knew that I would miss him terribly. He made me laugh, and he helped me to forget my sadness. On the days that I managed to get away from Anna long enough, we would share a piano, discussing technique, and trading performance tips with each other. And at night, we had incredible sex; I loved the way that Raymond touched me. 

‘Hey there, Kiddo!’ he nudged me when I met him in our love nest for the last time. ‘Hey… what’s wrong?’

‘I’m sorry,’ I frowned, all teary-eyed. ‘I’ll miss you…’

‘I’m not gone, yet; don’t be sad, now.’

‘I can’t help it…’

‘Aw, I’ll just be another notch on your bedpost,’ he winked at me.

‘If that is the case, then you’ll only be one of two,’ I smiled.

‘Hmm… I feel especially honored, then.’ He pulled me close to him and kissed me.

‘I’ll never see you again…’

‘You don’t know that. Hey, if you ever make it back to America, just look me up.’

‘You’re always traveling; you’re never home.’

‘Just look me up, find my place in Harlem… send me a postcard from there, and stay there until I get back.’

‘I bet you say that to all the girls…’

‘No, just you, Sweetcakes.’

‘Why do I get the feeling that you move around a lot?’ I smiled again, letting him dance me around the room.

‘Because it’s true,’ he dipped me, ‘I do.’

‘Well, how am I supposed to find you then?’

‘You’re really worried, aren’t you?’

I shrugged my shoulders.

‘Here,’ he turned around and wrote a name and a number on a slip of paper. ‘This is my mother’s number. If you ever want to look me up, call her, and tell her that you want to see me. She always knows where to reach me.’

‘Thank you, Raymond.’

‘But I don’t think that you’ll actually use that.’

‘Why do you say that?’

‘I’m sure you’ll forget all about me once you find him again.’

‘Find him? Who are you talking about?’

‘That African cat you’ve been looking for… he was your first, wasn’t he?’

I blushed, wondering how he’d found out about Olu.

‘How did you know…’

‘I accidentally knocked your purse off the table one night, and when I started picking everything up, I saw your notes.’

‘I’m sorry…’

‘Nothing to be sorry about… I think it’s sweet, that you’re stuck on your first. My first was an old hag that my mother knew… nothing spectacular there.’

‘I’ve been trying not to think of him.’

‘You can’t control what your heart feels; love is pretty tricky.’

‘Raymond… if you ever need anything… if there is anything that I can ever do for you…’

‘Aw, I’m pretty self-sufficient. I like living the aimless life.’

I stroked the line of his jaw. ‘I will miss you.’

‘You’ll miss me and my sweet lovin’, won’t you?’

‘Yes, I will.’

‘Hmm… maybe, if I’m lucky enough, you’ll come searching for me in a few years,’ he winked.

‘I don’t know, maybe I will…’ I sighed, wrapping my arms around him. ‘You’ve made my life bearable for these last few months.’

‘I’m glad; I’m glad I could help…’

He squeezed me tightly for a few minutes, letting me rest my head in his chest.

‘Will you remember me?’ I whispered into his ribcage.

‘Yes. How could anybody forget you?’

He lifted my face to his, kissing me long and slow. 

‘You’re a knockout, Kiddo, believe me. My band mates are all jealous of me,’ he winked at me, cradling my head in his hands.

‘You’re only saying that to get up my skirt,’ I smiled at him.

‘No… all I have to do to get up your skirt… is to show you this…’ He released his cock from his trousers, letting it bounce in the chill air.

‘I think you’re right…’ I smiled again, sliding down his body to kneel in front of him.

Raymond reached down to run his fingers through my hair as I handled his hardening cock gingerly. I wrapped my hands around it, feeling every inch of it, trying to memorize every detail. I loved the look of his skin; it reminded me of the wet soil after a hard rain, back in Africa. I thought that he would press on my head, signaling me to put it in my mouth, but he just stood, moaning softly as I caressed it with my fingers. When he was completely hard, I pulled my tongue up and around his throbbing cock, leaving a trail of slick, shiny wetness behind, working slowly until I had him dripping, then, taking him into my mouth. I pushed until my nose was against his pelvis, and I touched his hips, letting him know that I was ready for him. 

‘Ahh…’ Raymond moaned, slowly moving his hips back and forth, sending his delicious cock down my throat. 

‘Mmm…’ I hummed at the end of each stroke, tickling the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue.

‘Oh, shit… how am I gonna give this up?’ Raymond chuckled, holding onto my head for balance.

I started sucking in earnest, then, sinking my fingers into his ass cheeks. I closed my eyes, solely focused on savoring the taste of him. It didn’t take long for me to become a wet mess. 

‘Ahh… ah…’ He was moaning louder now, having fallen prey to his arousal.

He gripped my hair as if it were a length of rope, and pulled, oblivious to everything but his approaching climax. He drove his cock in and held my head, groaning as he pumped his sticky seed down my throat. Even as he pulled out, I grabbed his cock, still stroking it with my tongue.

I looked up at him, witnessing the look of sheer delight on his face.

‘Ooh!’ he pulled himself away. ‘Come here… let me fuck you,’ He gave me a light kiss on my brow.

I let him lead me to the bed. He sat on the edge as he slowly undressed me, pulling me onto his lap as he attached his mouth to one of my nipples. 

‘I’ll miss your tits, Girl,’ he breathed between nibbles. ‘…so soft and bouncy… fat!’

I giggled with a blush.

He slid a finger across my clit, and pushed a second up inside my pussy.

‘I’ll miss your pussy, too… so tight and wet… nice…’

‘Ah…’ I moaned as his moved his finger around inside me, and sawed another back and forth over my clit the same time. 

‘But, most of all…’ he breathed into my ear, letting his teeth graze my earlobe, ‘I’ll miss your smile… you know… the one you get after you cum…’

By this time, I was riding up and down on his finger, rotating my hips to his rhythm, spreading my wetness all over his hand.

‘You are so wet, Baby…’ he muttered. ‘You’re ready for me… I know you are…’

‘Yes…’ I breathed. ‘I’m very ready…’

I closed my eyes, gyrating on his lap, listening to the sounds of our breathing, and the sound of my squishing pussy, soaking his fingers.

‘Ahh…’ I gripped his shoulders, bracing myself for an orgasm.

But he surprised me, pulling his fingers out just as I was on the edge of climax, and lifting me up, so that I could impale myself on his bouncing cock.

‘Ohh…’ my eyes rolled back into my head at the pleasant sensation. 

He was hot and hard, throbbing, pushing deep faster than I could work to take him in. I was moaning already, senselessly pumping my hips as he stabbed into me with his angry cock. Raymond gripped the cheeks of my ass, flipping me over to my back, and wrapping my ankles around his neck. He began to pummel my body, thrusting like crazy, shaking the bed and making my breasts bounce all over the place.

‘Oohhh, Raymond…’ I moaned, digging my nails into his back.

‘Are you gonna cum for me now, Baby?’ 

‘Oohh, yes!’

‘Are you gonna cum really hard for me?’

‘Ahh… don’t stop…’

He slowed his thrusting and started a sensual stroking, plunging deeper into my eager pussy, making my body twinge each time he pulled back.

‘Ah, you’re so deep, Raymond… it feels so nice…’ I started to grind my teeth.

‘You’re so wet and tight, Baby… I don’t think I can take much more…’ he breathed.

He kissed me, hungrily sucking my tongue, teasing me. I was more than ready for him to let loose, but as I remembered that this would be our last time together, I poured all of my concentration into kissing him. We enjoyed playing with each other’s tongues for a long time, slowly grinding against each other. Raymond worked his stiff cock back into the depths of my sensitive pussy, moaning with each stroke. I pulled him in deeper, squeezing his hot cock, grinding my teeth again as my arousal built up once more. 

‘Oh!’ My eyes crossed when it hit me, my body spasming as he continued to fuck me.

‘Aw, shit!’ Raymond finally exploded inside me. He arched his back and gripped me with his heavy hands, plunging deeply with each burst of his seed. 

‘I’ll miss you so much,’ I whispered to him, with tears in my eyes.



From Africa Ch. 09



Paris, 1952

‘I am so glad that you could come today, Mon Amie…’ Henriette smiled at me as she sipped her wine. She had invited me to stay for a week at her flat. ‘I’ve wanted you to meet Marie for ages…’

I sat trying not to stare at Henriette’s beautiful friend. Marie had wavy auburn hair and the most luminous green eyes I’d ever seen. She smiled at me, watching intently as Henriette talked to me.

‘I’m so happy to know that you’ll be living here now… We can see each other all the time!’ She grinned.

I smiled weakly, raising my wineglass to my lips, while trying not to blush as Marie’s gaze fell upon me.

‘And… I have good news for you, Olivia!’ she paused for a moment. ‘I know that you won’t be happy at first… but, I must tell you that I did this for your own good… you looked so sad the last time that I saw you. I knew something was terribly wrong, because you should have been the happiest girl in the world. So, I know you will be upset, at least at first, but I know that eventually you’ll see that this is a good thing…’

‘What?’ I shook my head, finding it difficult to concentrate, because Marie’s stare was so intense. I could feel her eyes burning into me, and I felt self-conscious, wondering if she thought that I was freakish.

‘Olivia! Where is your head these days? This is the third time I’ve had to repeat myself…’ Henriette chided me playfully, finally noticing Marie’s admiring gaze. ‘Oh, don’t mind Marie… she’s just a little star-struck… she’s never met a celebrity before…’

I blushed in spite of myself. ‘I’m sorry, Henriette. Go on.’

‘Well, I took a chance… and I hired a detective, months ago… and I…’

‘Henriette!’ I immediately frowned, knowing what she was about to say next.

‘He has found out a great deal, about your beloved Olusegun…’

‘I told you that I didn’t want…’

‘Olivia, I cannot believe that you can be so stubborn. I know that Olusegun holds a special place in your heart, and I felt that you would want to know about what happened to him.’

‘Olu does not hold any place in my heart,’ I stood up, incensed. ‘And I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to find him…’

‘Olivia, please, sit down,’ Henriette sighed. 

‘Excuse me…’ I left the room, closing myself in the guestroom.

I’d given up on trying to find Olu while I was still in London. The investigator that I’d hired hadn’t been able to find any more information about Olu’s whereabouts, and it was too distracting for me to keep searching myself. I decided, after a long, painful consideration, to give it up altogether. I knew that in time, I would forget about Olu, just as he had probably forgotten about me. I threw my energies into preparations for my relocation to Paris, and with all of the extra practicing, setting up the tour, and everything else, all thoughts of Olu had faded from my mind.

But after Henriette’s revelation, all of my memories came flooding back in, and I had to fight with all of my will to keep from crying. I did miss him, still, and surprisingly, my memories of Raymond always seemed to be overshadowed by my thoughts of Olu.

‘Olivia,’ Henriette knocked on the door, opening it at the same time. ‘I want to apologize… I shouldn’t have taken it upon myself to do this… I was only hoping that it would make you happy.’

I sighed, turning to face her. ‘I know, and I appreciate the gesture, Henriette, but it’s all over now. If Olu wanted to find me, it would be very simple for him. I know that he’s moved on with his life now, and it’s silly for me to hold on to some childish hope that I’ll find him again.’

‘Don’t you at least want to know why he left?’ she asked.

‘Of course I do. I just don’t think that it will really help me, that’s all. What would I do after that? There is no way that we could be together; besides, Olu has probably started a family by now…’

‘Do you really believe that?’ Henriette looked skeptical. ‘Can you really picture Olusegun with a house full of children?’

‘No.’ I looked at her, realizing that I could only picture him in my arms, lying next to me as the intense African sun baked my room in the middle of the day. 

‘Since it’s all out in the open, now, I’ll have to show you what I found…’ she handed me a large envelope.

I pulled out the contents, and spread them across the bed. There were typed reports and a few photographs, but nothing more.

‘These are about a year old,’ Henriette explained. ‘The detective has not had much luck since this last one, here.’

I took a few minutes to read each report, growing more frustrated after each one.

‘What is this?’ I pushed the pile of papers away from me in anger. ‘This is nothing new… I already know these things…’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I hired a detective myself, to look for Olu. I already know that he was in London… I even have some of his belongings that he left in a hostel he had been lodging in.’

‘I’m deeply sorry, Mon Amie, for dredging up a painful past…’

‘I need to be alone right now… please, take these things away…’

‘Yes, of course.’ 

Henriette quietly gathered the papers and left the room. I buried my face in the pillows for a time, trying in vain to forget that any of it had ever happened. As I moved to turn over, I felt a sharp edge poking into my skin. I reached down to pick up a photograph that Henriette had forgotten, a small picture of a group of men, working on a dock. I wondered why this photo would be added to the collection, until I took a closer look and recognized Olu standing off to the side. He was carrying a book under his arm and his hat in his hand. I held my breath as I ran my fingers of the shape of his image in the photo. He was taller than most of the other men in the picture, and of course, much darker. My eyes were drawn to this difference, noticing the vacant look in Olu’s eyes, the square shape of his jaw line, and the muscular build of his body. 

I sighed, staring at the photograph for so long, that it was the last thing that I remembered before drifting off to sleep. 

I must have dreamt of Olu. My thoughts, while lying half way between consciousness and sleep, where all of him. I remembered his smile, his voice, and his ridged torso, dark like an engraved statue. I remembered how just the sound of his voice would make me wet, hearing his stilted English, always overly formal, and his lilting French, dreamy and romantic. 

My mind drifted, as it did on many occasions, to our last day together. Olu had surprised me in my room, with a banana and a hard cock.

‘Morning, Olu…’ I smiled at him. ‘What are you doing in here? Where’s Dad?’

‘He took William with him to get more supplies…’

‘Oh…’ I grinned, knowing that a supply trip, with my father, usually took the better part of a day. I looked at the banana, noticing a loud gurgling in my stomach. ‘Thank you,’ I took it from him. ‘How’d you know that I was starving?’

‘Which would you like to devour first?’ he joked, stroking his fat cock through his trousers.

‘Well… I’ll need loads of energy to take care of that,’ I teased. ‘So, the banana wins out.’

While I ate the banana, Olu took his off his clothes and climbed into the bed with me. When I got to the last bite of banana, he kissed me, sharing it with me. He leaned into me, rubbing his erection into my stomach, urging me to grab his cock and stroke it. I broke away from his kiss and plunged my mouth onto it, sucking so fervently that he was thrusting his hips in no time. I ran my tongue along the tip of his beautiful black cock, over and over, until he started to moan loudly.

‘Ahh… Olivia… you drive me insane…’

‘Mmm…’ I hummed each time I had his entire cock inside my mouth, teasing him mercilessly. I could feel that he was at the edge of orgasm, and I stopped sucking, wanting to tease him a little more. I flicked my tongue across his tip again, long enough for him to press insistently on my head. I took his raging cock back into my mouth, and sucked, long and slow, milking him before he even climaxed. 

When it finally came, I drank it all in, all of Olu’s thick, hot semen, while pumping the base of his cock with my hands. He was so far gone that he was flinching with each stroke, moaning helplessly. Once I’d pumped everything out of him, he pulled me up to lay on his chest. I rested my ear on his heart, listening to its wild pumping as it slowly calmed to a normal pace. 

‘Is this the perfect start to your day?’ I breathed into his ear, nibbling his earlobe and flicking my tongue into his ear canal.

‘No…’ he whispered.

‘You’ll have to tell me what it is then…’ I left a trail of soft kisses from his ear to his mouth. ‘…because I’d like to make this day perfect for you.’

I stared down into his dark eyes, perched on top of him. He reached up to hold me, gently cradling my ribcage in his large hands. 

‘Well,’ I asked, ‘are you going to keep it a secret forever?’

‘No… just a little longer…’ he ran his rough hands over my skin, shifting my body so that I could sit closer to his face.

‘I’m hungry, too…’ he pushed up on my ass, signaling me to crouch over his face.

‘Ahh…’ I moaned as soon as his wide tongue stroked my pussy lips. 

He cradled my hips and plunged into me, lapping my pussy as if it would be his only source of nourishment. I gripped his powerful arms to brace myself, but when he pushed his tongue deep inside my slit, I almost fell over from the sensation. I began to tremble as Olu nibbled on my clitoris; although his hot hands held a firm grip on my hips, I still felt a strange chill. My nipples seemed to be stretching out for his touch; they were so excited that they felt sore. 

‘Mmm… Olu… don’t stop…’ I whispered.

He did stop, only briefly though, to lay my body across the bed. He pressed my back into the mattress as he dove back into my pussy, lapping sensuously. Unable to contain my pleasure, I began to mewl like a cat. He plunged two fingers inside, probing for my spot, making me claw at the bed.

‘Oh my god!’ I screamed as I stretched uncontrollably, releasing a torrent of hot liquid onto Olu’s hands.

He laughed, kissing my hipbones, and making his way up my body to my over sensitive nipples.

I was so excited, I could scarcely breathe. I scratched my nails all over Olu’s skin, helpless to do much more as he sucked my breasts and stroked his thick fingers through my soaked pussy. He teased me mercilessly, pulling at my nipples and barely touching my clit as he circled his fingers inside my cunt.

‘Olu…’ I pleaded, grinding my teeth, ‘I want you inside me… I need your cock…’

He immediately heeded my request, still sucking my breasts as he rammed his cock in.

‘Oh! Yes! Fuck me, Olu…’

‘Mmm…’ he moaned, thrusting his cock into me at a vigorous pace.

‘Ah… yes!’ I screamed, rocking my hips up to meet his. ‘Oohh…’ I bit my lip, sighing when he started grinding into me.

He kissed me deeply, gripping my ass and moving his hips in a stirring motion. I stroked my hands up and down his dark body, settling on the small of his back, subconsciously trying to pull him deeper into me. I used my fingers to make small circles in his skin, slightly sinking them into his sweaty back.

I could hear Olu’s grunting over my own breathing and moaning. His grunts turned into growls as he got closer to climax, grabbing a fistful of my hair with one hand, and digging into my hip with the other. I could feel my pussy tingling, aching to milk his exploding cock. The ending was so intense, that we both cried out. Olu growled into my neck with each spasm of his body, making my toes curl as his cock emptied into my pussy. We were both spent for a few minutes, panting and sweating, tangled in the damp cotton sheets. He lay beside me for a while, smiling at me, and stroking my stomach with a feather light touch.

‘That,’ he leaned forward to pull one of my nipples between his teeth, ‘is the beginning to a perfect day…’

I closed my eyes, sighing at the ticklish sensation of his fingers on my stomach. I smiled, drifting back into sleep, but still awake enough to notice the arousal rebuilding in my pussy. His fingers delved into my navel for an instant, shocking me to full consciousness, because it sent a shock wave straight to my clit.

‘Oh!’ I opened my eyes to find Marie’s green ones gazing down at me. ‘What’s happened? Where did…’

‘You must have been dreaming…’ she smiled. ‘It must have been a very pleasant dream, from the look you had on your face while you were sleeping.’

‘I’m sorry. I’ve been rude…’

‘Shh…’ She leaned over to kiss me. ‘Don’t worry. I understand…’

‘I’ve been abominable to Henriette… I must apologize,’ I tried to sit up.

‘Olivia, you should relax. Henriette will be fine.’

‘Where is she?’ I blinked my eyes, still in a fog from the vividness of my dream. 

‘She’s bathing,’ Marie stroked my hair.

‘At this time of day?’

‘It’s evening now. You slept for a long time.’

I looked down, noticing that I was still dressed, but that my blouse was completely unbuttoned. Marie was clothed in nothing but a thin slip and her breasts were fairly bursting from the lacy edges of the silky white material. I stared at her, wondering just how long she had been watching me.

‘You look like an angel when you sleep,’ Marie smiled again, running her soft fingertips across my collarbone.

‘Oh…’ I sat up, trying to close my blouse. ‘I must have missed supper then…’

‘Henriette asked me to bring you this,’ Marie turned to point out a tray that sat on the bureau. ‘But I’m afraid that it might be cold by now.’

‘Well, it’s my own fault,’ I turned away from her gaze. 

‘No… I should have awakened you when I came in, but your beauty enraptured me… so I sat here watching you.’

I stood up. ‘Well, I don’t mind if it’s cold now… I’m hungry enough to eat anything.’

‘Don’t…’ she blurted. ‘Relax… I’ll get it for you.’

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her as she moved around the room. I took a moment to get a good look at her. She was gorgeous, with that wavy red hair, the emerald eyes, and a peaches and cream complexion... I could immediately see why Henriette had taken a liking to this girl. I secretly wondered what it would be like to kiss her, and if Henriette was as tender to her as she had been to me that night so long ago. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I almost jumped when Henriette’s voice rang out.

‘So! She is awake now!’

‘Yes, Henriette… she’s finally ready to eat.’

‘Well,’ Henriette, dressed in a flowing robe, and carrying an aura of sweet perfume, sauntered across the room. ‘Let’s move these things from the table so that she can dine comfortably.’

‘You don’t have to do that…’ I held up my hand.

‘You see? Do you hear that, Marie?’ Henriette teased. ‘This girl… she is not used being waited on hand and foot… we’ll have to get her used to that, at least for her stay here.’

‘Henriette, I don’t want any special treatment. You’ve known me long enough to realize that I like to be self-sufficient.’

‘You have been “self-sufficient”, as you say, for too long, Mon Amie. That is the problem. Do you remember what I once told you about giving pleasure? Sometimes you can receive the greatest satisfaction from giving pleasure to someone else…’

I blushed, remembering that she’d originally said that in reference to sex.

‘I don’t want to disturb you any further…’ I looked down at the tray, noting that the food was still warm enough to enjoy. ‘I’m sure that you must be tired…’ 

‘Tired?’ Henriette laughed. ‘This old woman? Never!’

‘Well, I don’t want to bore you… I’m sure there are a dozen different things you could be doing besides watching me eat.’

‘Yes, there are,’ Marie whispered, crouching on the bed as she wrapped an arm around Henriette’s waist.

I sat at a small table next to the bed, eating slowly, and chatting with Henriette while she sat on the edge of the bed. Marie lounged behind her, moving her hands languidly across Henriette’s body, stroking the silky fabric of her robe, and finally stopping at the soft curve of Henriette’s milky breasts. I blinked my eyes, trying to focus on what Henriette was saying to me, but still unable to ignore the way that Marie stared at me over her shoulder as she circled her fingertips over the robe, making Henriette’s nipples poke out. 

‘I think I’ll read a little when I finish this…’ I stuttered, still watching Marie as she kissed her way up Henriette’s neck. 

‘Read? Wouldn’t you rather have fun with us?’ Henriette smiled.

‘Oh,’ I blushed again, ‘I wouldn’t want to impose…’

‘Olivia… it’s been too long since you’ve had romance and real affection in your life. You must be starving for it… especially since you’ve had to live with Anna the ice queen…’

I laughed in spite of myself.

‘You see, Marie?’ Henriette asked her beautiful companion. ‘I told you that she could be light hearted. Marie thought that you were too serious.’

‘I just… haven’t had any real fun for a long time,’ I admitted.

‘Well, now is the time… and this is the place…’ Henriette winked.

‘Come, join us,’ Marie offered, extending her hand to me.

I stood, blushing as they smiled at me. ‘I’ve only been…’

‘Shh!’ Henriette shushed me. ‘Come here so we can get you out of those clothes.’

I shook nervously as they undressed me. Marie had such a hungry look in her eyes that I felt self-conscious again, suddenly worrying about my body. 

‘You know,’ she said, ‘You look very similar to Henriette… you could be sisters, or cousins.’

‘Is that why you can’t stop staring at her?’ Henriette raised an eyebrow playfully.

‘Yes, darling… I’ll have to admit it to you now,’ Marie gave her a sensuous kiss.

‘You don’t have to pretend that I am her any longer,’ Henriette joked. ‘Now you’ll be able to taste a real kiss from Olivia Blythe.’

I stood, naked and shaking, wondering what they had in store for me.

‘Well… Don’t be a stranger, Olivia! Come to bed,’ Henriette ordered.

Before I could find a place in the bed, Marie pounced on me, pulling her slip over her head, revealing a gorgeously youthful body. My eyes were drawn to her pert breasts, pale and small enough to fill my palms with warm softness. Her nipples jutted out to make a fierce contrast, cherry red against her alabaster skin. 

‘You can touch them if you want…’ she teased. ‘I won’t be angry.’

I smiled, still staring. She took her chance to get a kiss, brushing her small lips against my fuller ones, as if she were painting a picture. 

‘You are right, Henriette,’ she said. ‘…very nice lips.’ I won a kiss from her then, soft, wet, and sweet.

We kissed for a long time. I was lost in her; I hadn’t been touched in months, since Raymond had gone back to America. Every touch made my body shiver, but at the same time, my pussy was as hot as a cauldron. Marie wrapped her tongue around mine, drawing it deeper into her mouth, while Henriette warmed my body with her soft hands, grazing her fingernails across my aching nipples, and running her palms across my ass, down my stomach, and up my legs. I thought that I might go crazy from all of the attention; two pairs of hands and two sets of lips, eagerly roaming my body… at the same time! It was heavenly. 

It didn’t take long for me to feel the itchy sensation of new lubrication in my pussy. Marie was now sampling my breasts, while Henriette moved down my body, tasting practically each inch of skin, murmuring in French about my soft beauty. My body twitched uncontrollably when I felt her cheek on my inner thigh. 

‘Oh…’ I whispered, closing my eyes and smiling.

Marie nibbled on my thick nipples with her teeth, teasing me with her mouth while she kneaded the other with her small hands, sending jolts of pleasure down to my clit. Henriette was adding moisture to my already dripping cunt, spreading her warm wet tongue all across my folds, slipping it inside to taste my essence. 




From Africa Ch. 09



‘Oh, Henriette. I love that!’ I gushed.

‘Well… that looks like fun,’ Marie mused. ‘Would you like to try it with me, Olivia?’

As I tried to answer her, Henriette wrapped her lips around my clitoris, sending a jolt through my body, as if I’d been shocked by an electrical spark. 

‘Ahh… yes…’ I grabbed Marie’s red tresses, trying to hold on as my body rocked across the bed.

‘Splendid!’ Marie shouted gleefully, nibbling my ear as I crashed into another climax. 

Henriette let up for a few seconds, allowing me to catch my breath. I was whimpering helplessly, and I didn’t notice her turning my body to the side until I opened my eyes to the impressive vision of Marie’s plump pussy lips. I raised my head, widening my eyes when I spied Marie already sinking her tongue into Henriette’s waiting pussy. Marie was fairly dripping already, and her scent seemed to be beckoning me to her.

I lay there staring, until Henriette resumed probing my cunt with her tongue. My body jerked in surprise, suddenly bringing my mouth in contact with Marie’s wet pussy. Her pungent saltiness was not unpleasant; I spread my face all around in her dewy groin, pulling at her swollen pussy with my lips, finally swiping my tongue across her length. I wondered if I was pleasing her, so I jabbed her hole with my tongue, licking with gusto, almost matching Henriette’s movements on my pussy, creating a mutual rhythm. Marie moaned, and started rocking her hips. Soon, the three of us were rocking together, linked in a gyrating chain, cooing and sighing between tongue strokes.

I came again, shuddering at the intensity of Henriette’s ministrations. I trembled violently, screaming and thrashing, breaking my part of the chain, sadly leaving Marie’s hungry pussy unattended. She didn’t seem to mind, plunging her fingers into her cunt, stroking herself as Henriette brought me to climax again and again. 

Once I’d gathered my senses again, I frowned, embarrassed at my display of raw sexual release. 

‘I’m so sorry…’ I lamented. ‘I ruined it…’

‘Ruin? You didn’t ruin anything, Mon Amie,’ Henriette comforted me.

‘It was so… I don’t have words to describe it,’ I sighed.

‘I want more…’ Marie announced.

‘You always want more,’ Henriette quipped. ‘She is insatiable, this one,’ she said to me.

‘I want to feel you against me,’ Marie stared at me.

I expected her to wrap her body around mine, but she surprised me by moving down toward the foot of the bed.

‘Where are you going?’ I asked, confused.

‘You shall see, Mon Amie. Marie has a fondness for rubbing her pussy on everything,’ Henriette explained. ‘She’s like a cat, marking her territory, so to speak.’

Marie positioned herself between my legs, but she moved one leg beneath my body and looped the other over my thigh, so that our pussies were facing each other. She wiggled a little more, until I could feel her wet cunt on mine. I grew warm again from this glorious sensation, and she twisted and gyrated until I began to move in time with her, creating our own naughty dance. Henriette stabbed her pussy with her fingers, groaning through her teeth as she brought herself to orgasm. Sliding my pussy against Marie’s gave me such a wicked thrill, that my nipples began to sting again, and I reached up to caress them, to ease the buzzing. Henriette laughed at the squelching sound that our wet cunts made. I marveled at the way that Marie’s body grew rigid, and the high pitched moans that drowned out all other sounds as she slid into a heart stopping climax.

I was so wet that I felt as if I’d just been immersed in liquid. Marie lay still for a few moments, wiping sweat from her brow. Henriette, in a fit of passion, crouched over me, devouring my nipples and moving me away from Marie’s limp body, so that she could plunge her fingers into my cunt. She probed for my spot, circling and poking until she found it, immediately noticing the deep moan that I gave when she did. 

‘There it is! Even after all of this time… I knew that I would find it again, Mon Amie.’

Henriette drove me crazy, stroking the sensitive wall of my pussy over and over, not stopping even when I begged her to, as she rubbed the heel of her hand over my clit. 

‘Ah… Henriette! Good god! I think I’m going to faint!’

‘You will only pass out from extreme ecstasy, Mon Amie… and we will be right here to revive you with more of the same…’

I discovered that Henriette’s description of Marie was correct; the girl was insatiable. We made love until I could no longer hold up my head, and when I finally did pass out, she kept going with Henriette. When I awoke after a short nap, Marie was licking Henriette’s clit as she impaled her with a thick cucumber. I lay next to them in rapt amazement, watching closely as Henriette muttered obscenities in French. It reminded me of the first time that I had seen her with Olu. I thought of so many questions that I wanted to ask her, questions about her relationship with him, questions about her opinions on his disappearance. I drifted to sleep again with Olu on my mind, despite my efforts to forget about him. 



From Africa Ch. 10



Paris, 1954

'Aren't you happy to finally be passing the reins of your burdensome chaperone to Miss Peake?' 

Mark leered at me with a saucy grin as I moved across grass to the other side of the garden. We were attending a party thrown by one of Anna's well to do friends, out in the picturesque French countryside.

'Reins?' I looked at him, confused.

'Or, I daresay you'd call them "chains",' he laughed at his own joke.

'Chaperone...' I uttered with disgust. 'I'm twenty-three years old... I'm too old to have a nanny.'

'You should consider yourself lucky. You have a family who loves you.'

This was a surprisingly tender statement, coming from Mark.

'And you don't?' I asked, watching him as he perched on a stone urn.

'You think I'm hateful, don't you, Olivia? You think no one loves me...'

'Well, you certainly don't make it an easy endeavor...'

'You little bitch!' He stalked toward me, grabbing my arm. 'You self-righteous little bitch! I know all about you and that filthy black brute...'

'Take your hands off me,' I gave him an icy stare.

'You think you're so perfect, don't you?'

'Mark... you're hurting my arm,' I glared at him.

'What makes you think that I care?' 

'I would think that you know how valuable it is to me... to all of us.'

'We don't need your bloody money!' he spit at me, pushing my arm away. 

'That's a funny thing for a leech to say... I notice that you haven't been back to Africa in a few months.'

'I've been spending time with my wife. Is that against the law now?'

'What happened? Have they dug up all the diamonds already? Have they dug to the other side of the earth, only to come up in the bottom of my purse?'

He grabbed me again, infuriated by my sarcasm.

'You are so cold... that façade that you put up for the public... it's all lies!'

'I have every right in the world to be cold! Look at my life! It's just empty and sad...'

'Oh, don't let's start the pity party again,' Mark rolled his eyes.

'Aren't you supposed to be spending time with your wife?' I asked him.

He set his jaw, angrily muttering under his breath as he turned away from me.

'Hello, hello!' A young Englishman ventured out to the garden, almost stumbling from the step down from the house. 'I say... It's a fine night out, isn't it?'

I walked past him, moving back into the house, 'I need another drink...'

'Well... wait a minute, I can fetch that for you... I was wondering if I could trouble you for an autograph...'

I turned to stare at him.

'I say... you've turned out all right. You're just as pretty as your magazine pictures.'

'Excuse me, I need to find...'

'Olivia... I can't believe that you don't remember me!'

I looked at him, annoyed that he was impeding my path to the next drink. He looked vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place him.

'I'll have to tell Uncle Gene that he's successfully transformed you into a haughty prima donna.'

'Chad?' I widened my eyes in disbelief.

'Yep. It's me... your old friend, Chadwicke.'

I slapped his face.

'Ouch! What the hell was that for?'

'For swiping my knickers all those years ago.'

'I thought you'd have forgotten about that... women! You all have the memory of an elephant.'

'Go and get me that drink... and don't do anything funny, like putting your finger in it, or spitting in the glass!'

'I shall return shortly,' he walked away, rubbing his cheek.

I walked back to the garden, wanting to avoid all the stares from the surprised partygoers. I sat on a long bench, and watched Chad as he ambled toward me toting a bottle, two glasses, and a bucket of ice.

'What's all this?'

'Well, I didn't want you to think that I was going to be your lackey, so I brought out the entire outfit, so that you can refill at your leisure.'

'Cheeky...' I scowled at him, taking a glass and filling it to the brim.

'Just so you'll know... I've poisoned the draught, to exact my revenge, of course.'

'With what, bad taste?' I frowned, finally noticing I was drinking whiskey instead of wine.

'Wasn't that what you were drinking?'

'Scotch? No! I was drinking wine...'

'Oh... sorry, Old Chap.'

'It's not so bad... it's just warm, that's all.'

'Some people drink it that way.'

'Plenty of drunks do, I'm sure.'

'Just put some of the ice in it... here,' he handed me a fresh glass.

'Thank you.' I looked at him for a moment, trying to figure how old he was. 'Are you allowed to drink now? How old are you?'

'Old enough,' he replied drolly.

'You're in university now, right?'

'I was...'

'You've dropped out?' I lowered my voice to a more conspiratorial tone.

'Well, you might say that.'

'What will Mr. Stanley say?'

'He doesn't know about it yet... and he doesn't need to know.'

'What are you doing now, since you're not in school?'

'I've been... traveling.'

'All on Uncle Gene's money, eh?' I finished off my glass.

'Not all... some of it's mine.'

'You're still a little devil...'

'I'm a bigger devil than before,' he raised an eyebrow.

'Ha!' I almost choked on my refreshed drink. 'You're surely not referring to that paltry bit of goods you have hidden in your trousers, are you?'

'Well, I'm a grown man, now... and my "paltry bit of goods" has developed into a full grown man's cock.'

'Cock. That's the last word I'd use to describe that thing... I'd have to stand right over it to get a good glimpse.'

'Wouldn't you like to?' he asked impishly.

'You may think I'm drunk... but I'm not that drunk.'

'Oh, come on! Be a sport, Liv!'

'I'm not going to chase you around this garden.'

'You don't have to. Come back to my room with me... let's get drunk and fuck.'

'How dare you speak to me in that way?' I feigned shock in a haughty accent. 'Don't you know who I am?'

'Yes. You're a girl who probably hasn't had a really good fuck in a very long time...'

In my haze of inebriation, I agreed to do it. I wasn't in complete control, and he knew it. I was so horny that I was past caring about what would happen afterward. We slipped away from the party, and drove back to Paris, laughing and joking the whole time.

'All right... off with it...' I ordered as we stood in Chad's room.

'My, my... someone is certainly testy tonight. But, I guess I should be empathetic, since you said it's been... how long? Two years, is that right?'

'Chad!' 

'I'm sure after going that long without sex, my "paltry bit of goods" won't seem so paltry after all...'

'Must you always be so vile?'

'Yes. It's a condition of earning the rest of my trust fund.'

'It must be in the millions, if so...'

'You're so funny,' he said flatly.

'Come on, Chad! Get those clothes off. I don't have the rest of my life to waste with you...'

'So! I'm just "wasted time" to you, huh?'

'That's not what I meant...'

'You never say things that you don't mean... what a foul thing to say to a chap!'

'Chad, you know I'm drunk.'

'That makes it all the worse. You wouldn't give me the time of day if you weren't lit up.'

I sat on the bed in a huff. 

'Are we going to argue all night? If that's what you want, then I may as well go back to the party and argue with Mark. At least I get an evil pleasure out of putting him down.'

'You're attracted to the old boy, aren't you?'

'What? Heavens no! What makes you think that?'

'I saw you with him, before I stepped out. He was standing close to you, you were practically cheek to cheek...'

'He was trying to break my arm... literally.' I stood up again, growing more impatient. 'Look here, Chad, I'm going to go grey waiting for you to get undressed. I know you've just begun to wear long trousers now, but at least you could have practiced disrobing before you invited a girl up to your room.'

Before he could think of a witty retort to give, I grabbed at his trousers and pulled them down myself. I squatted in front of him, working them down his legs. When I lifted my head to look up, his semi-erect penis bounced against my face. 

'You wanted me to do this the whole time, didn't you?' I laughed.

'Honestly? Yes,' he chuckled.

'You're lucky that I'm drunk.'

'Yes, I believe you.'

'You actually do have a bit more than before...' I scrutinized his member, noting the fact that I was used to looking at much darker skin than his.

'So... I do indeed possess a "cock".'

'That remains to be seen,' I grabbed it, pulling on it.

'It is permanently attached, you know.'

'Once I get through with it, it might not be...' I winked at him.

'Be gentle...' he smirked, looking down cautiously as I wrapped my hands around his hardening cock. 'I'm still a young man... I have my whole life ahead of me.'

'I won't maim you, if that's what you're afraid of. I'm not like the tarts that you're used to dealing with.'

'At least the tarts work for a tangible incentive... I know I'll get something out of them. There's no guarantee with you.'

'My level of want,' I ran my tongue down the length of his cock, '...is enough of a guarantee...'

'So, I have your desperation to thank for this experience?'

'Mmm...' I answered with a loud hum as I devoured his penis.

'I suppose I shall be in for a wild ride, then,' his voice wavered a bit as I licked all over his cock.

I released him for a moment and moved away so that I could take my clothes off.

'What are you doing?' he sounded apprehensive.

'I'm getting naked so you can lick my cunt...'

'...Such ladylike language... Uncle Gene always thought you'd develop a slaggy side,' he smirked.

'I'm not going to ruin my knees with the likes of you. Come on, get into the bed.'

He dove onto the bed, and turned onto his back so that I could crouch over him. 

'Have you ever done this before?'

'Done what?' he asked.

'Licked a girl's quim?'

'What? Of course, I've done it before. What do you take me for... a virgin?'

'Well, are you?'

'Look here... there's no need to keep insulting me... if you want to keep my cock hard, you'll work on being nicer to me.'

'Sorry,' I muttered, 'I'm drunk, remember?'

'Drunk my ass! You're just being a bitch.' 

I laughed.

'Turn over!' He pulled me to him, causing me to shriek in surprise.

'Oh!' I gasped as he shoved his cock into me. 

He grabbed my hips and took me from behind, fucking me with quick strokes, moaning after only a few minutes.

'Slow down... You're going to come too quickly...' I complained, grasping onto the sheets to keep my balance.

'That's all that really matters, isn't it?' he chuckled slyly.

'You wouldn't want me to spread rumors about your "accelerated performance", would you?'

He mumbled something under his breath, but he did slow his stroking, changing the angle of his thrusts. I could feel his cock burrowing deeper into my dripping pussy.

'Ah... that's much better!' I smiled.

He crouched over me and kissed my neck, licking his tongue up to my earlobe, and whispered into my ear, 'Oh, Liv... you're so sweet... I've wanted you for all these years, you know... this is better than I could ever have imagined.'

My hungry pussy was stroking his cock now, pulling it in further with each of his thrusts. I pushed my hips back to meet his, causing a loud slapping sound that filled the room.

'Ah, Liv! I'm almost... there...' he panted.

'Oh, no... come on... just a little longer...' I grimaced, rocking my hips to make his cock rub harder against my spot. 'Ooh... it's so nice...'

'I... urghhh!' he sank his nails into my skin, pulling me to him as he exploded. 

'Oh, Chad! I'm so disappointed!' I pouted.

He took a minute to respond, still trying to catch his breath. 'Don't worry... there's loads more to come.' He wiped his brow. 'You know, the next time we do this, I'd like for you not to be drunk.'

'You can't have your cake and eat it too,' I grumbled, sliding down to take his cock into my mouth again.

'Hmm... this is really nice,' he sighed as I took his cock down my throat. 'I think your trap being stuffed with my cock is even more pleasurable because you can't say anything...'

I let his cock pop out of my mouth for an instant. 'You'd better be careful; my teeth still work...'

He laid in silence while I tasted his cock. It was a rather nice one, well shaped, and long. I hesitated to give him too many compliments, but I showed my appreciation in a different way. 

'Ahh...' he breathed. 'You're making my teeth chatter...'

He was thrusting his hips toward me in no time, but my pussy sorely needed attention. I climbed onto him, sinking my cunt down on his penis, bobbing up and down as if I was on a carnival ride. 

'Chad, I need your cock so much... I need you to make me come...'

'Ohh...' Chad moaned senselessly.

I sped up my bouncing, my pussy clamped down on his cock as if it were necessary for survival. I pushed all the way down, resting my nether lips in his pubic hair.

'Oh, Jesus! You're so tight!' he exclaimed.

I began to rock back and forth, grinding my pelvis into his, feeling the pressure rising and my jaw trembling.

'Oohh...yes! Ahh... right there... yes...' I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. 

I felt as if I were riding on a pole that knew every way to pleasure me. 

'Mmm...' I scratched at his chest as I climaxed, biting my lip and moaning softly. 

'It's... coming... again...' Chad announced, gripping my thighs and lifting us both off the bed with each thrust.

'Arghh!' His mouth gaped open as he came again. I laughed with glee as my pussy milked his seed; I suddenly felt giddy and light.

'Haha, that was great...' Chad smiled.

'Yes, it was...' I looked down at him. 'Are you ready for more?'

He widened his eyes. 'I knew that I would be in for a wild ride!'

We fucked until we exhausted ourselves that night. When I woke up the next morning, I was sprawled across the bed, alone, and feeling as if I'd been run over by a truck. I moaned in misery with the slightest movement; it took me ten minutes just to sit up.

'You might want to just lie there...' Chad grumbled. 

'I'm getting up... I need to leave.'

'I don't think you'll get far... everything else is pretty fuzzy, but I can still remember that bottle of scotch that you drank.'

I sighed. 'Where exactly is this, anyway? Will I need to take a taxi to get home?'

'I don't know... we've never discussed where you live.'

He was moving around the room, getting dressed.

'Where are you going?' I asked.

'Out.'

'You're just going to leave me here?'

'Look... I know that we're not suddenly sweethearts... I'm sure you'd be the first to say that. I have things to do today. Let yourself out whenever you manage to make it to a standing position.'

'I would think you'd be in a better mood after last night...'

'Well,' he smirked, 'I hate to say it, but not even good sex can cure a bad hangover...'

'I'll take your word for it,' I groaned again, turning my legs so that I could place my feet on the floor.

'Oh, I almost forgot...' He turned and tossed some white cloth material to me.

'What in the world... what are these?'

'Your long lost knickers,' he snorted.

'Oh! How disgusting!' I dropped them. 'They probably have more of you in them than there ever was of me...'

'How did you guess?' he combed his hair.

'Why would you keep those?'

'Just to say that I had a piece of you.'

'Well, you got quite a few pieces of me last night... I think you can throw those out now... and no, I will not be autographing them.'

'Dammit! Oh, well... I thought I'd give it a try.'

'Where are the ones I was wearing last night?'

'Don't panic, they're on the floor there. I'll let you have those back.'

'Thank you. You're so generous,' I said drolly.

'I won't be surprised if you're still here when I get back,' he said.

'Don't worry, I won't be. I have to meet my "chaperone" at the train station.'

He laughed. 'If you keep downing scotch like you did last night... you'll need to be handcuffed to that chaperone of yours.'

'Such words of wisdom...' I yawned.

'Well, I'm off,' he said as he opened the door. 'I hope your day is not too miserable.' 

'I'm used to misery,' I muttered as he closed the door. 'It's all too familiar to me.'

I did make it out of Chad's room before he returned, but it took me a few hours to pull myself together. I didn't make it to the train station to receive Miss Peake, though; I pleaded with Mr. Stanley to do it for me. I was ill for most of the day, and I didn't actually present myself to her until the day after she'd arrived.

She fit herself into my routine as if she'd never been away. She was quiet, efficient, and stern, always able to see the next move that I should make. I'd grown to hate it, the fact that she was always right, and I tried my best to gain a little independence from her, whenever I could. I started practicing away from home more, hoping that she would trust that I'd stay at the piano all day and not roam the streets. Soon, though, I had to worry about more than the watchful eyes of Miss Peake. 

I met with an impatient Chad in a café one morning a few weeks after we'd gotten drunk together.

'Is this going to take long? I have to travel to London today.'

'No, it won't take long for me to tell you... I'm pregnant.'

'And why are you telling me this?'

'Because you're the father.'

'And how do you know this?'

'What do you mean?'

'I'm supposed to believe that, just because you say it?'

'Chad!' 

I was in shock. I didn't expect him to be happy, but I never thought that he would be hostile.

I stood up in anger. 'There was no one else. Only you.' I pushed my chair to the table and glared at him. 'When you're ready to grow up, call me. Just ask your Uncle Gene for my address.'

I debated for a few days over whether I should tell Mr. Stanley, but in the end, I figured that he would find out eventually.

'When did this happen?' Eugene sat across from me in my living room with a stern look on his face.

'Does that really matter now?' I asked wearily.

Eugene stood up and began to pace the room.

'Well? What are you going to do?'

'I don't know.'

'You'll have to make a decision soon...'

'I'm assuming there are three options...'

'Three?' he turned to look at me.

'Abortion, adoption, and... marriage.'

Eugene heaved a deep sigh.

'There's only one option for you, Olivia. It would be safest for you to get married.'

'Really? Why would you say that?'

'There is always the potential threat of blackmail.'

'Ah, I see.'

'Yes. Unfortunately, one has to think of these things all the time, to ward off petty criminals and other unsavory individuals.'

I frowned at the prospect of having to marry a man who I couldn't say for certain that I even liked.

'You'll have to make your decision quickly, Olivia,' Eugene warned me. 'Time is of the essence...'

'What about Chad? I told him, and he pretended to be innocent in the whole affair.'

'I'll straighten him out. You just let me know what your final decision is, in a few days. I'll need time to craft a story for the press.'

It angered me to see that Eugene was already assuming that I would decide to marry Chad. I took a few days to think everything through, finally guessing that I would fall prey to keeping shameful secrets for the rest of my life if I didn't marry Chad. Eugene was always looking out for con artists and shady characters; he seemed to be obsessed with keeping me safe. So, I knew that he had my best interests at heart, even if I would be stepping into a sham of a marriage, just to protect my name and my professional image.

I was very sad to realize that I'd been so foolish; drowning my sorrows in drink, only to come out of it with a situation that was even worse than what I'd been crying over in the first place. And Chad... he was so young and selfish... I cursed myself that I couldn't have chosen someone else. I gave Eugene my final decision three days later.




From Africa Ch. 10



Eugene crafted the entire plan. Chad and I were to elope, stay at the Riviera for a few days, and then I was to come back and resume my normal schedule. I think that Eugene had the dates on the marriage certificate changed, to make the whole thing look more innocent, by bribing a few people in the government office. He assured me that it had been done countless times before; he'd said that one of the officials had casually suggested it to him.

As I had expected, Anna was not happy to hear the news. She felt that I had no self-control, and she blamed the entire situation on my friendship with Henriette. She'd confronted me over brunch one day, angrily lecturing me on my foolish decisions and my free spirited ways.

'I've done so much for you! I sacrificed time from my life to ensure that you would make a smooth transition from the jungles to the concert hall... but you have tried to sabotage my efforts every step of the way!' she yelled at me venomously.

'Anna!'

'I put up with unmentionable things... I didn't say anything... I hid it from Dad, I...'

'What? What are you talking about?'

'I knew that Henriette was nothing but an agent from the devil... it's the fact that you insist on spending time with her that you've gotten yourself into this mess...'

'Henriette? What has she got to do with any of this?'

'I know that she put you and Olu together... and I know that she's been trying to bring him back to you... but I've successfully put a stop to that, only to find out that you've been whoring with anybody who'd give you the time of day!'

'Olu has been trying to find me?' I stared at her incredulously.

'I know she hired a detective... I paid him to stop looking...'

My mouth gaped in horror at what she was saying.

'But you still managed to get yourself into trouble, in spite of all of my hard work...'

'Anna, how long has he...'

'You think I'm going to tell you? You can't be seen with him, Olivia. Don't you see that now? Anyway, I'm sure he'll give up now that you're pregnant and going to be married...'

I almost burst into tears upon hearing this. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I decide to stop looking for him? I rushed away from the table, disgusted with myself, wondering how I would ever find any happiness, now that I knew that Olu had indeed been trying to contact me.

My father, surprisingly, was actually happy to hear that I had married, although he was anxious to know how Chad was doing in school. Eugene had found out about Chad's "travels" and promptly put an end to his nephew's loafing. I carried on, unable to lift the cloud of gloom from my everyday existence. Chad was always disagreeable, angry because he'd lost his newfound freedom, and I was heartbroken, over the fact that Olu was out there somewhere, and I couldn't find him.

I waited. Still carrying on my normal routine, I waited for something spectacular to happen. I waited for the morning sickness to begin, for my stomach to swell, for my moods to swing. I waited for Chad to throw a tantrum... anything that would signal the real beginning to my new nightmare. But nothing happened. I waited a month, and then, something did happen.

We were planning a move to a house in outskirts of the city. I took a week off to work with Chad on choosing the place, and picking out the furnishings and other details of the décor. By the time that we were moving into the new house, I knew for sure that things would be completely different, but I was devastated by the fact that it was too late to go back and undo everything.

'Chad...' I stood in the midst of several boxes and crates. 

'And this one should go to the other room...' he was directing the moving men.

'Chad,' I called to him over all of the noise and business.

'Yes, Darling?' 

I hated it when he called me that. He always said it with a sardonic flourish, and it usually made me grind my teeth in anger.

'I need to talk to you...'

'Can't it wait? Don't you see that I'm trying to sort out this mess?'

'Chad, I'm not pregnant...'

'I told you to put that crate in the other room!' He yelled at one of the men. 'You're what?" He turned to me.

'I'm not pregnant.'

'What? Do you mean that you were never expecting in the first place?'

'No. I was... at least, that's what the doctor said... I've gotten my period, Chad.'

He flashed an angry look at me.

'Stupid bitch!' he stalked away from me, throwing a picture frame down to the floor with a crash.

I stood speechless, trying to fight off tears, when another man walked up to me.

'Bon jour, Madame... we have the piano here for you now. Which room should we put it in?'

'I'm sorry,' I wiped my eyes, trying to hide my emotion. 'This room here is fine, next to the windows...'

'Nice choice, Madame... we'll be back in a few minutes.'

I stood in the room, waiting to watch as my piano was delivered. I'd purchased a new one specifically for this place. I was finally putting out the expense to live in a place where I could appropriately showcase the piano. The men decided to deliver it through the french doors, so I stood against a far wall, to watch the proceedings.

Someone brought me the bench, all glossy polished. When I directed him to place it against the wall, so that I could sit on it, I noticed that the man looked familiar to me. He was a tall, muscular African. I shook my head, thinking that I had finally lost my mind, because my first impression was that the man was the spitting image of Olu, but when he came back with a few papers for me to sign, I stood staring at him.

'Could you sign these please, Madame?' he asked me.

'Yes, of course...' I didn't want to turn away from him. I was so enraptured with his powerful presence that I wanted to reach out to touch him, to see if he was real. I was afraid though, afraid that I would be mistaken. So to avoid thoroughly embarrassing myself, I said nothing.

'Segun!' one of the other men yelled to him. 'We need your help with this.'

I blinked my eyes as he left me with the papers and rushed over to help the other men bring the body of the piano inside. I couldn't believe it... it was Olu! My hands started to shake, and my knees grew weak, so I sat on the bench, and scanning the paperwork before I signed each sheet. The men took a while to set the piano correctly, so I took my chance to watch him, staring so intently, that I blushed when I caught one of the other men looking at me. As soon as they finished, Olu walked over to me to retrieve the papers. I took a moment to stall him while the others were gathering their equipment by asking about some of the particulars in the paperwork.

'Did I sign in the right places?' I asked, almost breathless. I could feel my nipples hardening just from standing near him.

'Yes... Oh, I almost forgot... there is another one I'll need you to sign as well,' he pulled a folded paper from his pocket.

'Are you doing well?' I whispered, scratching my signature on the bottom line without bothering to read anything.

'I'm alive...' he muttered.

'Do you need anything?'

'Segun...' one of the workers approached us. 'We're ready now.'

'That is all I need, Madame...just your signature,' Olu said to me, turning to walk away.

'Wait...' I scrambled to think of some excuse to keep him just a moment longer. 'Could you please move the bench?'

'Oh, yes, of course.'

The other man left us alone. Olu picked the bench up and placed it in front of the piano.

'I'd like to play a tune, just to see if everything is all right... hopefully there's no damage...'

'Segun...' the foreman came in to see what was keeping Olu.

'I'm sorry...' I explained. 'I was just inspecting the piano, that's all.'

'Yes, Madame...' 

He moved around the piano, checking for nicks in the paint and other damage, chattering the whole time. Olu stood in silence, and I frowned, wishing that I could get a moment alone with him. I decided to take a chance while the foreman was inspecting to get a message to Olu.

'What's this here?' I leaned over, pointing to some obscure spot underneath the piano.

He took the bait and knelt beside it, feeling around with his fingers for the imaginary spot. I found a slip of paper and wrote out Henriette's phone number and address on it, and slipped it into Olu's hand.

'Meet me there, in two days... if you can't make it, just tell her... she'll let me know.'

'Madame...' the foreman stood up before Olu could say anything. 'I didn't see anything unusual.'

'Oh, I'm sorry... Maybe I just worry too much... thank you for checking, anyway...'

'Not a problem. Segun, let's go now.'

Olu turned and followed his boss out of the house, without saying a word. I held my breath as I watched him disappear through the door, hoping that the time would fly by until I could meet him at Henriette's apartment.



From Africa Ch. 11



Paris, 1955

'But I don't understand… why would he do it?' I asked Henriette.

'I can't tell you, Mon Amie… but we will find out.'

We sat in her living room, staring at a letter that I'd received from my solicitor. I was faced with yet another mystery; Olu seemed to plague my life like nothing else, and I thought that I would lose my mind if I didn't get to the bottom of things pretty soon.

'He was supposed to meet me here, months ago… and he never came,' I lamented. 'And now, he does this… it makes me worry…'

'Olivia, don't upset yourself… I'm sure that there is a simple explanation for it.'

'Simple explanation… for Olu sending me all of this money? It must be the bulk of his savings… I can't help but think…'

'Olusegun is a strong man, he's very resourceful… I think it means that you will definitely see him again.'

'Henriette, I'm afraid…' I admitted.

'Afraid?'

'I just have this feeling that something bad is going to happen… I've had it for a few weeks now… things have been strange… and now this.'

'What are you talking about? Please, tell me more.'

'I… I think that someone has been following me. I know it sounds paranoid, but… I see him, the same man, almost everywhere that I go…'

'Maybe he is just an avid admirer?'

'He's never spoken to me… never approaches me… he's just always there.'

'He may live in the neighborhood…'

'No… I've seen him in too many different places.'

'Have you said anything to anyone else about this?'

'No. I thought I was imagining it at first… but I saw him today, before I came here.'

'Maybe you should stay the night…'

'No, I can't let this get to me. I'll tell Eugene about it. I'm sure he'll hire someone to protect me.'

'Maybe he already has, Olivia. Maybe this man is a bodyguard for you.'

'But why would Eugene hire a guard for me and not tell me about it?'

'You have a good point… the only other thing that I can think of…'

'Yes?'

'…Is maybe that Anna…' she paused.

'You mean, a spy for Anna? That makes even more sense. I think you may be right, Henriette,' I could feel myself growing angry. 'The nerve of her! She still thinks she can run my life! She wants nothing to do with me, until it comes down to my money…'

'Ah, Olivia… I'm sure that it's not exactly that way… she's your sister…'

'Anna's just like that greedy husband of hers… lazy and controlling. They're all the same… even Chad…'

'Maybe you should stay with him, Mon Amie,' Henriette said in a worried voice, 'Just to be safe.'

'Chad's never home anyway. I bought that huge house, all for nothing!' I tried not to sound bitter. 'Chad prefers to spend his time with his latest conquest… I think it's a condition that he proposes before he begins any new relationship… she's got to have her own place…'

'You sound so disenchanted.'

'Why shouldn't I be? Everyone else can do what ever the hell they please… why can't I?'

'Well, maybe you should have Mademoiselle Peake stay with you for a while.'

'My apartment is not large enough for her to stay there with me… and the house is too far away from the city for me to travel easily… I think I'll just sell it…'

'But what about Chad? Won't he object?'

'He doesn't care about anything… as long as I pay him his allowance in a timely fashion, and as long as I turn a blind eye to his philandering, he'll let me do as I please.'

'Does he… does he know exactly how much you're worth, Olivia?'

'Chad? I don't think so… Eugene knows, but I don't think Chad is very interested in that yet… he's still young and foolish. Besides, he has a small trust fund of his own.'

'Money changes people, Mon Amie… it makes them do evil things.'

'But why is Olu sending me all of his money?'

'I wish I could tell you,' she sighed, handing the letter back to me.

'I don't even know how… oh, I remember now…' I thought back to the day that I last saw him, the day that my piano arrived at the house. Olu had given me the delivery paperwork to sign, but when I was distracted, he'd given me another slip to sign, but I'd never bothered to read it.

'I wonder what his plan is?'

'He will come back to you, Olivia… I am sure of it,' she smiled.

'But when?' I puzzled.

'Time will tell, Mon Amie…'

'Oh, well… speaking of time,' I looked at my watch. 'It's getting late, I should go.'

'You can stay, if you like. You know that you are always welcome here, Olivia.'

'Thank you, Henriette,' I stood up. 'I appreciate everything you've done for me, but I can't let this get to me. I won't stop living my life just because Anna's decided to hire some thug to follow me around…'

'Well, be careful… maybe you should take a taxi…'

'No, I'll be fine. I'll just walk, I need to clear my head anyway… besides, why waste money on a taxi when I live close enough to walk?'

Henriette shook her head, laughing. 'You sound more and more like your father every day now.'

The streets were practically deserted when I left Henriette's apartment. It was dark and foggy, and despite my bold speech to Henriette, I couldn't help feeling a little nervous. I turned my collar up against the chill and hastened my steps, wondering if the stranger was lurking somewhere in the shadows, watching me. I heaved a small sigh of relief each time I saw someone else walking down the street, hoping that I would make it to the security of my apartment before long. 

As I turned a corner to walk down a familiar lane, I noticed that a few of the lights were out. I turned around, wondering if I should take a different route, but it was then that I saw him, walking from the opposite direction, leading me to quickly turn down the darkened street. I thought that I could slip into a bar or some other public place, maybe stay long enough to get a taxi from there. I walked all the way down the alley, frowning when I discovered that there were no signs of life anywhere on the street. 

I sped up my pace when I noticed footsteps behind me, getting closer as the street grew darker. I worried that I wouldn't be able to outrun my pursuer, so I tried to think of some way to defend myself. I was almost running now, but he was fast on my heels, and when he grabbed me, I was scared into shock. He held me close to him for an instant, holding his large hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.

'Listen to me,' he whispered roughly in English. 'Whatever you do, don't scream…'

My heart began to pound in my chest as I recognized the voice. When I tried to turn to look at him, he clenched my body tighter so that I couldn't move.

'Just run! As fast as you can… run home…'

Before I could say anything, Olu gave me a rough shove and shouted again, 'Go, now!'

He'd pushed me so hard that I stumbled and fell to the ground. As I turned to get up, I saw that he was in a scuffle with another man, the man who'd been following me. They exchanged a few blows, and then, Olu pushed his arm into the man, causing him to fall away from him. Olu moved backward toward me for a moment, watching as the other man staggered away.

I stood speechless, unable to move. Olu grabbed me again, and led me down the street, running at breakneck speed, towards my apartment. He took the key from me and pushed me inside, looking around behind him as he locked us in. I led him upstairs to my apartment and stood against the wall as he immediately rushed to the window to peer down at the street.

I watched him in silence. My shock was fading, and I was fruitlessly trying to hold in a hot trail of tears. I wondered if he was going to leave as soon as it looked safe enough. I bit my lip to keep it from trembling from my nervousness. 

He finally left the window after a few minutes, and walked across the dark room toward me. When he saw me move to turn the light on, he grunted, 'Not yet.'

'Just close the drapes. You can't see the light from outside then.'

He walked away again, moving through the apartment as if it was his own. It made me wonder if he'd been there before. I flipped the switch when he nodded to me, blinking my eyes as light flooded into the large space. I couldn't help staring at him. He looked a little grizzled, probably from living like he had been for the last few years, but despite my nervousness, I still wanted to smile at him. 

He had a pained expression on his face, and he stood in front of me, reaching beneath his shirt, feeling for something. When he brought his hand out again, his fingers were covered with blood.

'Oh, my god… Olu,' I gasped. I immediately forgot about my nervousness and rushed to help him out of his clothes. His coat and shirt had been sliced open, and were soaked with a dark red stain.

'He stabbed you?' I breathed.

Olu frowned, taking the shirt and pressing it into his wound.

'I'll call a doctor,' I moved to get the telephone.

'No!' he yelled. 

'But, Olu… you're bleeding everywhere… I can't…'

'I'll have to do without for now… I just need you to help me clean it.'

I rummaged through the bathroom and the closets, trying to find something that would stop his bleeding. I finally took a clean sheet and cut it into strips, taking that and the little bit of antiseptic I had with me to where he stood in the hall.

'That won't be enough,' he looked at the small bottle. 'Do you have any liquor?'

'I think so… I may have some whiskey here,' I searched the kitchen and found an unopened bottle of scotch. 

'I don't know how bad it is…' he looked at me. 'You'll want to take that dress off…'

'I don't care about that,' I led him to the bathroom, turning the water on in the bathtub. 'Here, let me help you.'

I carefully removed the rest of his clothes, leaving him standing completely naked, with nothing but the crushed shirt that he was using to stem the flow of blood. I tried not to get distracted by the lean muscular beauty of his dark body, so I kept looking up at his face. 

'How does it look?' he asked after he stepped into the bathtub.

I frowned slightly at being forced to inspect his body so closely. I was quickly falling prey to my feelings again; just being in his presence was causing an unwanted reaction.

'It's not as bad as I thought… I'll still try my best to clean it thoroughly, though.' 

I soaked a cloth with the scotch and pressed it into his wound, causing Olu to immediately wince at the painful sensation.

'It's almost over,' I tried to soothe him, running my hand over the curve of his taut ass.

He turned to stare at me, looking at me as if I'd done something wrong.

'I'll need to bathe,' he said.

'Of course.'

'Alone.'

'Yes… of course…' I was surprised by his terse manner. 'Should I bandage you first? Or do you want me to do that after?'

'After, I guess.'

'I'll wash your trousers for you… but I must warn you that I don't have anything else for you to wear.'

'Doesn't your husband have clothes here?'

'Yes, Chad has a few things here… but they're much too small for you.'

'Well, I guess you've seen me naked before…' he grumbled. 

'Look, I'll help you bathe. You needn't worry about propriety… my marriage is meaningless, anyway…'

'But… it's still a marriage.'

'Olu…' I moved so that I could see his face. 'I had no choice… I was going to have a child, what was I supposed to do? You weren't there, in any case…'

I watched him as he tried to bathe himself. The wound was obviously causing him a great amount of pain, and he had trouble moving around.

'Here… don't be stubborn. Let me,' I took the cloth from him and lathered it up with soap, gently running it across every part of his body that I could reach. 

'What would your husband say if he walked in and saw us this way?' Olu asked.

'Chad?' I laughed. 'He never comes here. And if he did… he'd probably call me a selfish slag and walk out in disgust…'

'You're getting wet,' he observed, pointing out the front of my dress, which was soaked.

'All right… if it bothers you that much, I'll take it off.'

I stood and took the dress off, throwing it in a heap on the floor. I kept my slip on, but took off my stockings and garters, so that I could move about more freely and not worry about getting wet.

'There. Is that better?' I stood over him, smirking. He looked away from me for a moment, and as I knelt beside the bathtub again, I noticed that his cock was sticking up through the surface of the water. 

He must have been reading my mind, because when I reached out to wrap my hand around it, he grabbed my arm.

'No.'

'Olu…'

'Rinse me.'

I carefully rinsed him, feeling my mouth water at the sight of his wet black skin. I was noticeably moist between my legs, but my knees were shaking. I was nervous, because I could no longer read his face. I couldn't tell what mood he was in, and I didn't know what to say to him.

'I'll need some towels to dry myself,' he barked.

I handed him a clean towel, and rushed to find a few more. By the time I made it back to the bathroom, Olu was standing with a towel wrapped around his hips. His cock was still semi-hard, making a tent in the towel.

I stood and recleaned his wound, wrapping the cloth around his waist. I led him to the bedroom, where I'd turned down the bed already. He lay across the bed on his stomach, so that he wouldn't put pressure on the wound in his back. 

I left him there so that I could tidy the bathroom. When I came back to the bedroom, I'd expected him to be asleep, but he was still awake, just staring into space.

'How are you feeling?' I asked him, staring at the contrast of his dark skin as he lay wrapped in the cream colored towel atop my white sheets. 

He didn't respond right away, so I spoke again. 'Is there anything you need?'

When he refused to answer me, I began to get incensed. 

'I won't be treated this way in my own home!' I shouted. 'I'm not a child anymore Olu…'

'Well then, don't act like one. I'll not be shouted at. It's disrespectful.'

'Disrespectful!' I balked. 'You're lucky that I let you stay here… especially when I remember how you broke my father's heart!'

'I saved your life tonight… or did you not notice that?' he hissed. 'And as for your father…' he winced, groaning from the pain of his wound.

'What about my father?' I demanded to know, too angry to care about his injured back. 'How could you just leave like that Olu? Dad was devastated. He hasn't been the same since…'

'Are you sure you're talking about him? Or are you speaking of yourself?'

'What do you mean?'

'Aren't you romanticizing things?'

'No. You can ask Anna… I'm surprised you never took the time to, I've heard that you're on quite intimate terms with her…'

'So… you're still jealous of her, when you have no reason in the world to be… such a spoiled, selfish child you are!'

'How am I spoiled? What makes me selfish? Of all the things that I've ever wanted in this life, I've been constantly denied the one thing that would make me truly happy. How does that make me spoiled?'

'You think of nothing but yourself and what you don't have… have you ever stopped to think of anyone else?'

'What are you talking about?'

'Did you ever wonder why I left?'

'Yes! I've been wondering that everyday since you disappeared.'

'And what did you think… did you think that I would just leave, for no good reason? Did you think that something happened to me? Did you think that I had gotten into trouble? Or did you even think that far?'

'I… I don't know…'

'If you had really thought about it…' he said angrily, 'you probably would have guessed that your father was the cause of my leaving. But I see that you are more prepared to judge me than you are to question your father.'

'Olu… what are you saying?'

'Your father told me to leave.'

'I don't believe that.'

'You see? How can you stand there and profess your undying love to me one moment, and then not believe me when I tell you something?'

'I… I've never said that I loved you…' I blushed in spite of myself.

'You don't?'

'No… I mean… I've never thought…'

'Oh, come now, Olivia… you mean to tell me that you've spent untold amounts of money on detectives to track me down, all so that you can stand here and tell me that you don't love me?' He sat up, with more than a little effort.

'I don't have the patience for these games…'

'This is no game, Olivia. I don't see the need in telling you anything, if you can't even make up your mind on that simple point.'

'Olu… how can you torture me this way?' I started to cry, confused as to why he was being so brutal.

'Torture you?' his face clouded over in anger once again. 'Why is everything about you? I've given up six years of my life… and all you can think about is yourself!' He turned away from me.

'Please… I'm trying to understand. I didn't know what to think when you left… No one said anything to me…'

'The answer should have been obvious to you.'

'Please, Olu… I'm sorry… I need to know, and you're the only one who can tell me…' I knelt in front of him, wrapping my arms around his solid legs. 

'I'm tired,' he sighed. 

I released my hold on him, and stood up, helping him to reposition himself across the bed. I sat in a chair next to the bed, watching him as he slowly drifted to sleep. I thought all night about what he'd said. I couldn't believe that he would react that way, but what he'd been saying made sense. Still, I found it hard to imagine my father sending Olu away, but I knew that Olu would never lie to me. 

I couldn't sleep, still nervous about what had happened on the way home. I still had no clue who the strange man was, and why he'd been following me. I wondered if Olu knew, and if he would tell me. I had a feeling that he might keep the information from me, in order to protect me from something. 

He had a fitful sleep. He tossed and turned the entire night, and as the sun rose, I leaned forward to touch his brow. He was burning up with fever. I rushed to get a cold wet cloth to cool him off with. I ripped the covers off of him, noticing that his bandage had bled through to the sheet. I spent a long time nursing him, hoping that he would be all right. I was still tempted to call a doctor, but I remembered his manner from the night before.

'Olu? Are you awake now?' I whispered when I saw him open his eyes.

He stared at me for a long time, as if he were trying to remember where he was.

'You're awake,' I smiled at him, patting his brow with a cool cloth. 'I still think I should get a doctor… you're feverish.'

'No,' he breathed. 'I don't want you to leave…'

'I'm not going anywhere. I don't want to lose you again.'

'You're in danger,' he coughed.

'Here,' I wet his lips with some water.

'He might come back…'

'Who? Who was that man, Olu?'

'He…' he struggled to talk.

'It's okay. Just relax.' I leaned over him, and kissed his cheek.

'No… I have to tell you… in case I…'

'No! Don't say that! You're not going to die, Olu. Your wound is not that deep. I originally thought it was, because of all of the blood, but I was wrong.'

'Infection…'

I stood up, growing tense. 'Well, you were the one who insisted that I not call a doctor.'

He gave a weak laugh, watching me frown at him.

'Olivia… you have not changed at all…' he smiled.

'You have a fever. How do I take care of that?'

'Do you have aspirin anywhere?' he asked.

I burst out laughing at this, expecting him to give me some idea for a home remedy.

'Yes, I have aspirin… but what about infection? How do we ward that off?'

'More liquor.'

'You want to drink?'

'No,' he laughed. 'You'll have to clean me again.'

I blushed, feeling foolish.

'Olivia,' he called to me before I left the room. He took my hand and looked into my eyes as I stood over him. 'Thank you.'

'I must tell you, that I can only stay for another day. I have a concert in two days.'

'Cancel it…'

'I wish I could… but I can't…'




From Africa Ch. 11



'Say that you're ill.'

'Olu, I wish it were that easy. I'm sorry, but I can't… I'll have Henriette come over to care for you until I come back.'

'I'm concerned for your safety,' his voice sounded strained.

'Don't worry; I'll just tell Eugene to…'

'No!' Olu was shaking.

I held his hand and sat next to him on the bed. I started to say something, but the telephone rang. I looked to Olu to see if he would object to me answering, but he said nothing.

'Yes?' I waited for a few seconds for a response.

'Olivia!' It was Eugene. 

'Yes, Eugene…'

'Are you all right?'

I looked at Olu, wondering how much I should say.

'Why do you ask?'

'Well… I've just read in the newspaper that some man was found stabbed on the street near your flat.'

'Oh, no! That sounds frightening…' I held the phone nervously, wondering how much he would ask me.

'Where were you last night?'

'I was here… after I visited with Henriette, I came home.'

Olu was watching me now, seemingly holding his breath.

'I'm concerned about this… I think that neighborhood is no good for you. I think you should go back to the house and stay with Chad for a while.'

'Chad's never there. I'd be out there all by myself… at least here, I'm close to Henriette.'

'Well, Miss Peake is there, and I think you should start traveling with her again. How did you get home last night?'

I paused, searching my mind for some innocent response to give to him.

'I walked.'

'Alone?'

'Yes.'

'Olivia, you can't go around at night alone… I've told you this a dozen times, now. You're too well known, and I don't want… I want you to move back to the house, and leave that apartment, at the earliest possible convenience…'

'But, Eugene, I…'

'I'm not going to argue with you, Olivia, it's for your own good…'

'I'm all right… really…'

'I'll come to see you later this afternoon…'

'No,' I blurted. 'I… I'll be out later.'

Olu looked alarmed.

'I'll just wait for you, then.'

'I don't know when I'll be back. I don't want to make you wait.'

'Can't you cancel your plans? This is very important, Liv.'

'I know, but I'm fine, Eugene. I'm not in any danger. I'll take a taxi.'

'I don't trust that that will be enough of a precaution.'

Olu squeezed my arm, silently expressing his apprehension.

'Eugene… I have to go now… I'll talk to you later. Please… don't worry.'

Olu was fussing at me before I could hang up the telephone.

'You can't go out. You need to stay here…'

'Yes, yes, I know. I just said that to him to throw him off. He was going to come here.'

Olu tried sit up.

'Wait…' I moved to help him, bracing his warm body as he gingerly moved around the bed.

'Olivia, you're in danger.'

'You said that last night…' I looked at him, growing nervous again. 'Who was that man?'

'I don't know exactly who he is…'

'You knew that he'd been following me, though?'

'Yes.'

'Why was he doing that?'

'Someone paid him to. I saw him, in a bar, he was with another man, talking.'

'When was this?'

'About a month ago. They would come to this place… to hatch their plan.'

'But how did you know?'

'They spoke only in English. That man, last night, was supposed to abduct you and hold you for ransom…'

I raised my hand to my mouth in shock.

'But… he was going to kill me…' I shivered in fear.

'No… he was only supposed to kidnap you… but I got in the way…'

'I'm so sorry…' I sniffled. 'He stabbed you, and I…'

'I don't want you to go out. You'll stay here with me, until we think of what to do.'

'Olu…' I paused, clearing my aching throat. 'That man, last night… what did you do to him… after he stabbed you?'

'I managed to get his knife from him, and I only stuck him in the side, here,' he pointed to a spot below his rib cage. 'And then I pushed him away. You saw it all…'

'Yes, I did…' I looked away from him for a moment, confused.

'What is wrong?' he looked at me. 'Are you afraid?'

'Yes… I'm afraid, for you.'

'Why?'

'Olu… he's dead.'

'What? That's impossible. I only gave him a shallow cut, like the one he gave to me… it was only to shock him…'

'Eugene says that they found a man stabbed to death on the street near here…'

'Maybe his cohort turned on him and killed him.'

'Olu… I'm worried.'

'So am I… the other man is out there, and he's probably angry that this has happened. That is why I want you to stay here.'

'No… I'm worried about you. What if they find out that you stabbed him? What if someone else saw it? Olu, they'll put you in prison…'

'Olivia, don't get excited. No one knows anything yet. We still have a little time.'

'I've got to get hold of a newspaper…'

'Remember… you can't go out.'

'I'll phone Henriette.' I turned to dial her phone number, wondering who would want to have me kidnapped. I couldn't help remembering what she'd said about money, and how it made people do evil things.

Henriette picked up the telephone right away, and greeted me with cheer.

'Olivia! How is your day so far?'

'It's… it's complicated to explain…'

'What? Is everything all right, Mon Amie?'

'No…'

'What is wrong, Olivia?' she sounded worried.

'Henriette, I need a favor from you…'

'Yes, of course, anything that you need.'

'Did you get the newspaper today?'

'Yes. Yes, I did.'

'Well, can you bring it here for me? Along with… some other things?'

I could hear Henriette's confusion in her voice, but she didn't question me further. I rattled off a list of things that I needed for Olu, not going into detail about the reasons, and Henriette, good friend that she was, took it all in and promised to come over in a few hours.

'Henriette is coming,' I announced to Olu as I hung up the phone.

He looked a little apprehensive at first, but calmed himself after thinking about it for a moment.

'She doesn't know that you're here… but I'm sure she'll figure it out before she gets here.'

'I don't know if they were following her, too…' Olu frowned.

'I'm sure they wouldn't…' I tried to sound brave. 'She hasn't been here in months… I only moved back into this apartment a few weeks ago.'

'I don't want to put her in any danger, Olivia.'

'We have to hope for the best… it can't be helped right now, we need her.'

'I knew that I was right…'

'What? Right about what?'

'I had this feeling… I had decided to go back to Nigeria, when I'd found out that you were married… but I had this feeling that something was not right. Somehow, I knew that you were okay all the while that the detectives were following me… but when they stopped, when my landlord stopped telling me that some man had called with questions about me… I knew that something was wrong. 

'I went to Anna, hoping that she wouldn't just throw me out when she saw me… I knew that she was trying to keep you from me… I tried my best to stay away, not to think about you… I tried to forget about you, but I just couldn't get you out of my mind. I know that she was only doing what she thought was best for you… I suppose I bought into that, and I thought that being away from me was best for you, too. She'd said the same things that your father had said to me: "Olu, how could you be so selfish? How could you knowingly sabotage Olivia's future… her career… just to satisfy your animal lust?" I felt that I was being selfish… I knew that I was a distraction for you, and that you could never build a career if I was a part of your life…'

'Olu… I don't…'

'Let me finish…' he touched my arm. 'Anna was angry that I'd shown up in London… she didn't believe me when I told her that I'd been there long before you came… She screamed at me, and cursed me… it always amazes me how different she has become since she went to the university…'

'What do you mean?' I sat next to him, placing my hand on his solid thigh.

'Anna and I were friends… long ago… she was a sweet girl, and we confided in each other. But she changed… when she came to Paris, to attend school… she became a different person… it was as if her heart had frozen over, and she thought that she was too good to talk to me.'

'Anna is just jealous of you, Olu… she's always been jealous of the closeness you that had with Dad…'

'I've never been able to figure it all out…' he heaved a sigh, and furrowed his eyebrows. 'I started moving around when the detectives were on my trail… I wanted to be far enough away for you not to discover me, but still close enough so that I could know that you were well. I knew you would be coming to Paris, so I moved here a few months before you did. I was shocked to find that the detectives had followed me here, or at least, had alerted their French counterparts to spy on me…'

'That was Henriette,' I explained. 'She hired people to find you… she's always said that we should be together…'

'Henriette has always been fond of fairytales,' Olu sniffed. 'She told me once, that she thought that you and I were destined for each other, because our names sounded alike… I think she was drunk when she said that,' he chuckled.

I smiled warmly, blushing as I watched him express something other than pain or displeasure for the first time since I'd found him again.

'Olu… how have you survived all of this time? Why are you living so meagerly, when you have so much money saved?'

'I don't need much… there was only one thing that would make me happy, and I couldn't have that, so why bother with anything else?'

'Why did you send your money to me?'

'I know that it will be safe with you…'

'But, Olu, you just told me that someone was trying to kidnap me, to hold me for ransom… that would only put more money into the kidnappers' pockets.'

'I know that your money is safe… I hired a detective of my own… and he enlightened me on several things…'

I looked at him in surprise.

'That is why I grew worried, for your safety… I knew that you would be safe, as long as it was easy for anyone to get to your money… but when I found out that your accounts are secure… I feared that someone would try to hurt you in order to get to it.'

'Eugene takes care of all of those things…'

'Just as I had feared… why do you put so much trust in him, Olivia? That man is evil.'

'Olu… he makes good decisions… he's helped to make me rich.'

'I'm sure that you would be a lot richer than you are if he were as honest and caring as you think he is…'

'You sound like Henriette, now,' I scoffed. 'Eugene is a little creepy sometimes… but he has my best interests in mind. He doesn't make any money unless I do… why would he want to see me hurt?'

'Quick cash, I guess.'

'Well, what about Chad? He hates the sight of me… wouldn't he want me out of the way?'

'I don't know anything about Chad… it surprised me to find out that you'd married him… did you ever ask him about…'

'Yes, I did,' I blushed, remembering that day, long ago, when I'd told Olu about Chad's pilfering ways. 

Olu laughed. 'And you married him?'

'I was pregnant… or, I thought I was…' I frowned. 'It was the biggest mistake of my life.'

I stood up and paced the floor, trying to calm my growing anger.

'Olu, what did my father say to you to make you leave?'

'I told you, he said that I was sabotaging your life…'

'No… I mean, what happened, exactly, the day that you left?'

'He'd seen us together, your bed. He'd walked in while we where lying there, naked and sleeping in each other's arms… He said that he was disgusted… that the sight of us lying together made him sick to his stomach… he told me to leave, right then and there, no discussions, no explanations… so I left…'

'But why, Olu? It's not in you to just accept things like that… why didn't you say anything?'

'Because your father told me, when he took me in, that I was never to touch either of you… I knew the consequences of my actions, and yet I let my lust consume me… I'd never felt so weak as I felt at that moment…'

'You say that as if wanting me was some kind of disease…'

He stared at me. 'It did feel like a compulsion sometimes… and even when I could have had Henriette… I still wanted you…'

I frowned, growing angry again.

'So, your feelings for me never amounted to anything more than empty lust?' I pouted.

Before he could answer, Henriette rang the bell. I closed Olu into the bedroom before I went to let her in.

'Ah, Olivia! I'm so glad to see that you are okay… I didn't read the newspaper until you phoned me… thank goodness you were safe at home when this tragedy occurred…'

I held my breath as she hugged me, wondering how I would tell her about Olu.

'I brought the things that you asked for…' she sat a large bag down on the floor. 'Hopefully they will fit… I can still remember like it was yesterday…'

'Remember what?' I asked her. 

'I can remember the broadness of Olusegun's shoulders… and the astounding length of his legs…'

I gasped, blushing at the same time.

'You thought that I wouldn't figure it out, Mon Amie? I didn't need detectives to tell me that he was here… I could practically hear it in your voice. Where is he?'

I led her to the bedroom. When I opened the door, Olu was lying across the bed again, buried beneath the blankets.

'I'm sorry to be interrupting your fun, here, but I only came over because Olivia asked me to,' she chuckled, smiling at Olu as he struggled to sit up.

'Henriette…' he gave her a slow smile.

'Yes, if I were in your shoes, Olivia, I would be very angry…' she raised an eyebrow, looking at my thin slip and my bare legs and feet.

'Oh… no… there's nothing going on…' I tried to explain.

Just the look on her face, and the idea of sex with Olu made my legs tremble slightly. I could feel my nipples hardening, stretching the fabric of my slip.

'Don't blush now…' she teased me. 'You should be happy to have found your prince.'

Olu looked away, blushing as he made an attempt to explain the situation.

'No need to explain,' she interrupted him. 'I only came because I was summoned… I'll make this visit short…'

'The medicine…' Olu managed to say.

'Oh, yes… I practically cleared the pharmacy shelves… it is all here,' she handed a large bag to him. 'I kept wondering what you needed them for…'

I moved toward Olu and helped him to lie flat across the bed, so that I could clean his wound. When Henriette caught sight of the crude bandage, she gasped.

'Mon dieu! What has happened?' 

'Olu was stabbed…'

'When was this… last night?'

'Yes.'

'Wait, Mon Amie… we must call a doctor…'

'No!' Olu barked.

'But Olusegun, you must be treated by a doctor… that is a nasty wound…'

'No one can know that he is here,' I explained.

'I'll phone my doctor… he will use the utmost discretion,' Henriette offered.

'I don't know…' I worried.

'You must tell me what happened,' Henriette moved to help me minister to Olu.

I explained the events of the previous night as we cleaned his wound and covered it with a new bandage. 

'I will call my doctor right now,' Henriette informed us. 'Don't bother to protest, because I am not listening.'

I sat next to Olu, placing my hand on his muscled back as we listened to Henriette talk to her doctor. He nestled his head in my lap, resting after another painful ordeal of cleaning his wound. 

'He will be here shortly,' Henriette said as she hung up the phone. 'Olivia… you were with Olu for the entire night?'

'Yes. After Olu fought with the man, we came here. Olu was too sick to go anywhere… besides, I was up all night; I watched him sleep.'

'Well, the article in the newspaper says that the man was killed about an hour or so after you left my apartment…'

'But that's impossible! I saw the entire thing…Olu cut him, and the man walked away. How could he have died if he could walk away from a fight?'

'He walked away?' Henriette asked.

'Well, he was staggering…'

'I pushed him, after I sliced into his side,' Olu explained. 'Then I watched him stagger away, and we ran…'

'The newspaper says,' Henriette said, 'that the man was stabbed several times, and then his throat was cut.'

'Someone murdered him!' I gasped.

'It must have been his counterpart,' Olu theorized. 'You see, Olivia? Now I'm afraid that the other one will come after you.'

'There was a witness…' Henriette whispered.

'What?' I shook my head. 'The street was dark… we could hardly see anything…'

'Well, apparently, someone else was there. It doesn't say what the witness saw, only that the police are questioning the person today.'

'Maybe they saw the other guy jump out and attack his partner,' I guessed.

'I don't know… we will have to wait for tomorrow's paper to see,' Henriette sighed. 'In any event, I think that Olu is right, Olivia. You should stay here. I don't want you going out…'

'Oh, no… not you, too…'

The bell rang again.

'That must be the doctor… I'll let him in,' Henriette left us.

'You should cover yourself,' Olu reminded me that I was underdressed. 

'Oh, yes, of course,' I said absently, pulling a robe from the closet.

I stood across the room nervously watching as the doctor treated Olu's wound and gave him some medication for his pain. Henriette hovered around, explaining to the surprised doctor that Olu was an old friend of hers from her travels in Africa. 

'How did this happen to you?' the doctor asked Olu.

'You know how people can be so ugly and hateful,' Henriette spoke quickly. 'These young boys can be such animals sometimes!'

The doctor raised an eyebrow for a few seconds, but didn't ask anything further.

After Henriette ushered the doctor out, she announced that she was leaving.

'I'm sure that you need rest, Olusegun. I'll be back tomorrow, to see how you're doing,' she kissed his brow, and gave me a warm hug before she left.

Olu soon went to sleep, and I decided to take some time to rest my tired body in a hot bath. I was so exhausted, that I'd almost fallen asleep in the bathtub, and when I walked into the bedroom to dress myself, I collapsed on the bed, still wrapped in my towel, and drifted to sleep.

When I woke, I felt a warm weight across my stomach; Olu was holding me, as best as he could, and I could feel his shallow breath lightly tickling the skin of my neck. Thinking that he would be upset if he woke up to discover that we were so close together, I carefully tried to move away from him, but he stirred slightly, heaving a deep sigh. He moved closer to me, so that his leg was intertwined with mine, and his face was pressed into my shoulder. I held my breath for an instant, trying to figure out what to do. I decided to lie there and enjoy the moment, basking in Olu's warmth until he finally woke up.

I couldn't help but notice the stirring between my legs as I lay so close to him. I wanted to touch myself, but I was afraid that he would wake if I moved too much. As the room got drafty, I found myself moving closer to him, to shroud myself in his warmth. He was still a little feverish, but the doctor had given him some medication to relieve the fever and to help him sleep. 

I woke up this way again, wrapped in his arms. He began to stir, groaning in discomfort. I quickly moved away from him, fearing that he would be angry to find that I'd slept with him for so long. I went to the kitchen, preparing a light meal for him, and preparing his next dose of medication, wondering how I would manage to make practice for my concert the next day. As I helped him sit up, I made up my mind that I wouldn't go; I planned to call Eugene with a suitable story that would keep him at bay for a few more days.

Henriette was in and out for the next day or two, bringing food and other rations, and lifting our spirits. I was beginning to feel closed in; I hadn't been out since the night that Olu came upon me in the alley, and I longed to see something different. Things were becoming strained between us, being forced to stay in such close quarters for so long. Olu was not one to stay cooped up for long; it must have been torturous for him as well. 




From Africa Ch. 11



He was healing fairly quickly. By the fourth day, he could stand and walk around with no problems. We still had not come up with a solution to our problem, though, and the newspapers were beginning to sensationalize the story of the stabbing. Olu was reading the latest news when I stepped out into the room, fresh from a bath.

'We need to figure out what to do now,' he commented, wrapped in a clean bath towel. Since he wasn't going out anytime soon, he didn't feel the need to get dressed quite yet. 'I don't think that we can stay here much longer…'

'Olu, I have a life outside of this… I'll have to leave sometime…'

'You won't have a life at all if you're not careful, Olivia,' he quipped. 'I'm trying to think of a way to keep you safe.'

'Why don't you just let me tell Eugene, and he can…'

'No!' he shouted. 'That man cannot be trusted.'

'Olu, you don't really know him…' I was beginning to become incensed again. 'You can't just pass judgement on him like that.'

'I know his kind. He works hard to earn your trust, just so that he can steal from you, and hurt you in the end.'

'I refuse to listen to this nonsense any longer!' I turned away from him, searching through my closet for something to wear.

'You see? That is your problem… you never listen!' Olu huffed.

'And why should I listen to you? You may think you're describing Eugene Stanley, but in reality, you're only describing yourself. I mean, really, Olu, what can you do for me? You've left me before… what am I to get out of all this? I fully expect to wake up one morning and find you gone. The only thing that I'm not sure about is when you'll finally decide to do it!'

'I'm not going to leave you again… unless you want me to.'

'Well, maybe that would be for the best.' 

I stared at him for a moment. He stood over me holding his breath, and barely containing his anger. I turned away again, searching through the closet for a dress, pushing through all of the things hanging in front of me, looking for something that I wasn't sure would be there. When I turned around again, I was startled to find that Olu was still right behind me. He grasped my arms, and in his anger, began to shake me.

'How dare you say something like that to me? After all that I've gone through for you?'

'I never asked you to do anything for me, Olu…' I looked down, suddenly nervous, because he was trembling.

'But you've had expectations… all of this time, haven't you?'

'What do you mean?'

'You know what I mean. You expected me to love you, as if the rest of the world didn't exist.'

'Olu, I don't know what…'

'But the world has a habit of getting in the way… preventing you from getting the things that you want,' he mused, in a calmer mood for an instant. 'And this…' he grabbed my hand, looking at my wedding ring. 'What are you going to do about this?'

'I can't just…'

'Nonsense! You can do… you could always do whatever you pleased, Olivia. Only you let others dictate to you how you should live, what you should wear, where you should go… When are you going to grow up and be independent?'

I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I was angry at him for saying such things, for not giving me a chance to answer for myself before he rattled off the next question, demanding to know things that even I hadn't figured out the answers for. He was still holding my hand, looking at the ring in disgust. He finally began to twist it, pulling it off my finger, and throwing it across the room.

Before I could speak, he pulled me to him, crushing me in his arms, and pressing his thick lips to mine. I gave in immediately; my pussy was on fire, and my knees were weak. As he held me, I could feel his cock, rigid and upright, pressing into my stomach. He walked me back to the bed, and pushed me down onto it, ripping my thin bathrobe open to reveal my pale naked body. I looked up to see that his cock was straining against the bath towel that was still wrapped around his waist. He took a moment to take it off, letting it slide down his legs to the floor.

I stared at his gorgeous body, lean, dark, and chiseled, solid with strength. His wound had healed quite a bit at this point, so he no longer had the bandage wrapped completely around his waist. I was still worried about him, though, and I was afraid to touch him. I guessed that he felt the same way, because he stood over me, only looking at me, for a long time.

I finally sat up, and took his hands, leading him to the bed. When he sat down, I moved in front of him, perching in his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. He tentatively reached up to place his hands on my hips, running his fingers up the sides of my body, tracing the curve of my ass, all the way up to my shoulders and back again. This made me tremble slightly, but I savored the sensation; I could feel my pussy dripping with heat now, anticipating what was to come.

We kissed again, long and slow, wet and sensuous. Olu's thick tongue fluttered around in my mouth, making my clitoris twinge as he probed deeper, as if he was trying to suck the breath from my body into his. I moaned softly, melting as he ran his fingers through my hair. He broke our kiss for a moment, working his way around my neck to my ear, where he whispered to me, 'I've been waiting for this moment for what seems like a lifetime…'

He turned so that he could lower me onto the bed. I looked up at him again, stroking the side of his squared jawline with my hand, silently praying that I wasn't in the middle of a dream. 

'I've thought about you… every night… for six long years…' he breathed. 'I've been aching for the chance to touch you again, to be one with you, Olivia… can you imagine what that is like?' He sank his teeth into my neck, licking a trail up to my ear, and flicking his tongue lightly across the opening to my ear canal. 'I felt like a man in prison… you were so close to me… but I couldn't have you… if felt like a lifetime…'

He kissed me again, feverishly, like a desperate man, hungry to devour everything inside of me. I tried to break away, wrapped up in our passion, but still worried about his wound.

'Olu,' I whispered between kisses, 'you should be careful… you haven't completely healed…'

'Your touch has healed me, Olivia… I need nothing else.'

He moved his ravishing kisses down my body, making my teeth chatter as he groped me roughly, pulling my nipples between his teeth and squeezing my breasts with his rough hands. My pussy spasmed each time he took a breast into his mouth, and I moaned with abandon as he shoved his free hand between my legs.

'Olu… I'm on fire… ohh… I've missed you so much…'

He pushed his fingers inside me, pulling them forward as if he were trying to lift my body through my canal. I could feel my wet walls hugging his fingers tightly, and my body shivered as my first orgasm spread slowly across the plane of my torso and out to the tips of my fingers and toes.

'Ahh… yes…' I moaned. Before I could catch my breath, Olu had moved below me, so that he could bury his face between my thighs. I gasped when I felt his hot tongue on my clit, lapping with a slow and heavy movement. He dipped the tip inside, pulling out my hot stickiness, drinking it in, searching for more as if he were dying of thirst. I bit my lip, gripping the sheets to hold on to some sense of reality… I was so wet, so drenched, that I was amazed when I felt more liquid oozing from me, slowly at first, then when Olu shoved a finger into me and I climaxed again, a rough spurt, spraying him as I lost all control and screamed to release all of the tension that had built up inside of me.

I could barely catch my breath before Olu started lapping and sucking again. I tried to push him away, because the feeling was just too intense. My clitoris felt as if it would explode if he kept touching it, but I couldn't move him away. 

'Olu, please… I… I think I'll go crazy if you don't stop…' I tried to plead with him, attempting to wiggle myself away from him.

'I think I'll go crazy if I do…' he laughed, sucking my swollen lips into his mouth, holding them together as he poked his tongue in and out.

I gasped as I felt another climax growing. I felt helpless, too weak to fight it, and too weak to give in. I thought my heart would stop; I was panting, locking my thighs around Olu's head, stretching my body out to brace myself for another mind blowing spasm. 

'Oohh… I… I… love you so much Olu…' I sobbed. 

He gently kissed my drenched pussy lips as I cried like a lunatic. I covered my face, weeping like a child. He rested his hips between my legs, pulling my hands away from my face, and kissing my mouth, letting me taste myself on his lips and his tongue.

'I've been starving for that, for so long,' he whispered, staring into my eyes.

I was still crying, trying to turn away, from him, knowing that my face was red, and that I looked terrible.

'Don't turn away from me,' he held my face in his hands. 'I want to savor this chance to see your beauty up close. Don't cry…' he smiled, nuzzling his nose into mine.

'I'm sorry,' I whispered.

'What are you sorry for?'

'I'm sorry, for everything…'

'Don't be… Olivia, it's not your fault…'

'I just ruined everything, Olu…'

'No, you didn't…'

'I don't deserve this, at all…'

'You are the only thing that matters to me in this world… you will always have my love, and my devotion, no matter what happens… never forget that, Olivia.'

I tried to return his loving smile, but I started to cry again, closing my eyes as if doing this would make me disappear. I thought he would hold me close, and talk to me more, but I could feel him rubbing his cock against my pussy. 

'Beautiful girl,' he whispered to me in French, as he kept sliding his cock across my clit and my dripping lips, 'Don't cry… You'll make me think that I've hurt you… that my love is a punishment to you…'

'No…' I whispered. 'No… your love is a gift to me…the greatest one I could ever hope to have…'

'I love your French accent… You've learned well,' he smiled at me as I opened my eyes.

'I learned from the best,' I kissed him as he finally pushed his cock into me. 'Olu… I've missed you so much…' I blinked my eyes, still amazed at his tantalizing hot throbbing girth.

He ground into me slowly, teasing me almost to the point of madness, not building up a strong thrust until I began to beg for it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heedless of his wound, pulling him down to me, and rocking my hips up to meet his as he shoved his cock into me.

'Olu… fuck me… please… I need you so much…'

He moved with every word, pumping harder and faster, bruising my hips with his iron grip, thrusting so deeply that it hurt at first. The feeling was so sweet; he fit so perfectly, filled me so completely, that I wished that he could keep his cock inside me forever, snug and firm. 

'You're amazing,' he panted, rocking his hips as he pushed his cock into the deepest part of me.

'Ahh…' I moaned, digging my nails into his back.

He pumped faster, blindly kissing me all over my face, in my hair, on my ears. I joined my mouth to his, and thrust my tongue inside, moaning through a deep kiss as my pussy pulled his big cock deeper inside. When Olu began to grunt, I knew that he was close to coming. He tried to slow down, but I kept pulling. I wanted him to come inside me, I wanted all of him. 

'Oh… oh… Ah…' He stabbed me with his cock, bouncing into his orgasm like a well oiled machine.

'Mmm…' my toes curled as I took him in. I scratched my nails up his back and screeched as my body exploded with bliss. 'Oh, my god… ahh…'

He collapsed on top of me, breathless and spent, crushing my body with his hot, sweaty, muscled form. 

'Olu,' I breathed.

'Yes, my love?' he panted into my chest.

'Promise me that you'll never leave again.'

'I promise you that,' he answered. 'I am here as long as you want me to be…'