Fragile Friendship

Photo by Caitlyn Wilson on Unsplash

 

Banji and Nico’s friendship was doomed from the start. Their friendship was unnatural. Usually guys bond quickly or rather easily, however, when there is an initial rift, this bond could turn to malice. This, regardless, broke that rule. Nico is what most people like to refer to as half-cast or mulatto; half Nigerian and half Swedish. His complexion was a reflection of this mix but his thick stature told of his igbotic decent and made him look like a cute mini-hulk. He grew up in Nigeria mostly, by choice, and identifies as an igbo man.

Banji on the other hand is a skinny, dark, tall Yoruba boy from Ondo state. He had been much skinnier growing up but with some effort and judicious eating, he was now getting a little chubby; especially on the face. This was victory; his cheekbones weren’t prominent anymore and people could stop thinking he was starving. It had been tough convincing his grandma to quit trying to over-feed him. He constantly told her that food was not the problem, perhaps it was sex, but how could he tell his grandma that?

The senior manager of his company had a terrible fall out and was relieved of his job. Banji, though empathetic towards his immediate boss’ dismissal, could not wait to be promoted. To his dismay, Nico was introduced to him as his next boss with strict instructions to teach him all he needed to become a functional general manager. If you want to wreck a person’s ego, tell him to teach someone to take his place. Banji, of course, did what he was asked but he couldn’t suppress the spite that grew within, but Nico, suspecting how he felt, treated him with as much respect as one would give a partner in business. He named Banji as indispensable for major project and included him on trips; allowing him enjoy almost all the perks of general manager, except the pay, of course. Banji only reciprocated with more respect and they had just grown closer and formed a bond.

 

 

Most weekends, the friends spent their time on video games at Nico’s. Banji was yet to get used to the 500 squares per meter house and every time he came, it still looked anew to him. Aside from the structure, which perfectly mimicked what the White-House would look like, the décor also was classically exquisite; the drapes gave outside a dreamy feel and the lights added a little yellow flicker to the already snowy white dynasty.

His sister, Muna, who was lying on one of the burgundy sofas, looked up from her book and welcomed us with a smile. The smile was more for me than her brother and this was made obvious as she rose and walked towards me, going for a hug. I didn’t open up as much and barely made a short bend to mimic a hug. She still managed to grab my arm and rub her titties all over it. Giggling, she headed out of the living area. Now, Banji was left to deal with the awkwardness she had left.

“Hey Guy,” Nico said in a low voice albeit very seriously, “Never ever ever…”

“…ever smash that. I get that. Promise.”

“Cool.” They made to advance into the house as a very fair skinned woman advanced from a passage that led to the library. “Oh. I forgot to tell you, my mom just got back in the country. Don’t worry she won’t get into our business” Nico whispered before his mom was within hearing range. “Banji meet my mother. Mom, my new fam.” Banji had been enthralled since the Swedish woman came into his view. She looked eclectic and divine all at once, with a hint of naughtiness in the side of her lips that curved upward into a smile. As she advanced her boobs bounced; threatening to bounce up his face. It might as well have from the way he was staring at them. Gracefully Nico had not noticed his gawking.

“Good evening ma’am.” he finally voiced but her knowing eyes told him he had been caught and he hoped desperately that she didn’t make it a thing.

“Nice to meet you. I believe I have heard a bit about you. It’s nice to see you both have a good friendship going.” He held his breathe as she paused, “I like that.” She ended and he let a heavy sigh out. After being let off the hook, he resumed his ogling as mother and son talked.

Her skin was a pale pink, he imagined it going red at a smack. Her hair was full and long; taking some age off her. Her cheeks; full and chubby as they led to thin lips which were even pinker than her skin. He briefly imagines her snatch being the same shade as her lips and his member agreed with his thought trail.

“So, mum, we are going to be in my room and totally out of your way.” Nico announced to end their conversation.

“OK boys. Have fun.”

Nico led the way upstairs, Banji followed but couldn’t help the urge to look back. Coincidentally, she was looking back at him, her pretty face curved into a smile and he thought he caught a small wink before she turned around to give him a good view of her ass. She had the kind of ass that flattened out from the top and rounded underneath like a pear. ‘Gaddem!!! Shit just got real.’ It would have been easier to stay away if he was crushing on Nico’s mum alone but knowing she also wanted him was a totally different thing. He couldn’t resist a woman he wanted who wanted him too. It was like denying her pleasure well deserved.

His obsession with older women started when he was about 13. A neighbor’s wife had taken interest in him and formed a habit of sending him on errands which he never complained about. One day though, she had locked the door behind him while he delivered one of such errands. What transpired behind that door had given him an insatiable taste for old wine. Until Natashia, an ex, had come along and reset him. Seemingly, Nico’s mom had come to offset this reset.

“Dude!” Nico called his attention. Apparently, Nico had been asking him something but he had been enveloped in thought. “What do you say? We play some game or food first?”

“Food can wait for now.” Nico seemed exited by his choice and went about setting up. He watched his friend set up their entertainment and considered if he really could afford to lose this friendship.

 

 

By the time they were done playing or better still, started to feel the pangs of hunger, it was late. The house seemed asleep as they snuck into the kitchen and helped themselves to some sandwich and beverage. They sat on the kitchen counter and ate as Nico told him about some babe he liked who usually jogged through the street every Saturday by 6am like clock-work; he planned on jogging with her in the morning. It was funny seeing Nico, who a lot of girls gushed over, gushing over a girl. The way his face lit up was refreshing. He once allowed the thought of Nico’s mother in and immediately dismissed it. He couldn’t let that happen.

 

 

The next morning, Banji woke to the shuffles of Nico’s legs as he prepared to go for his jog. Banji however didn’t stir, he was trying to collect himself and he had a giant stiffy. His dreams were filled with fat vaginas and pear-shaped butts and he just wanted to go back to those dreams.

“Dude!” Nico called but he still didn’t move. “Wake up. Let’s go jogging.” but Nico only got a wave. Banji wasn’t a fan of jogging; he was skinny by default and wanted to preserve the little flesh he had going for him now.  Notwithstanding, it wasn’t the only reason he was hesitant. “Lazy ass.”

“Good luck with the babe.” Banji managed to say before Nico shut the door behind him.

Banji couldn’t go back to sleep now, the possibility of getting that dream back was slimmer than none. He slowly got up and slipped his leg into a pair of mule slippers. Still drowsy, he headed down to the kitchen. Regardless of the fact that they had scavenged last night before going to sleep, he was hungry. As he reached the landing, he saw Nico’s mom sitting in the living room. Greeting her, he maintained his path to the kitchen, made himself a bowl of cereal and walked back to the living room.

“Hi Mrs Nnaobi. How was your night?” Banji greeted as he settled on the couch beside her.

“It was great, and you can call me Charlott really.” Her response was a pointer. Engaging older women was originally a task for him but over time he had developed a method of knowing if a woman was willing and she had just given him the first one. They usually insisted on being called their own names; it made them feel younger and wanted. He knew better than to jump only on the first sign though.

“oh ok.” he voiced before stuffing his face with cereal. He could feel her staring at him. “Liking Nigeria so far?”

“I’ve come to see it as a second home.”

“What still irks you about it?”

“Queues; min godhet jag! I cannot understand how people cannot know how to give another personal space. Sometimes I see them actually rubbing against each other at stations, men and women alike. They might as well be fucking” second pointer; they find something sexual to add into any conversation.

“What are the things you like the most about Nigeria?”

“The food, the funny and the men, of course.” He was turned on at how easy she was making it for him.

“Your husband is good indication of that.”

“Please.” She voiced, rather dismissively. “Not anymore.”

“Oh yeah? I wouldn’t mind helping with that.” He lunched, while licking spilled milk off his lower lips.

“What are you working with?” she asked. Smiling, he dropped his bowl of cereal on the table and his bulge sticking out of his cotton pajamas, he walked up before her. Holding the band of his PJ, he stretched it, let his stiff strain under it and pop out. Her face turned a crimson pink and for the second time he wondered how pink her snatch would look like. He wouldn’t have to imagine for long. The excitement in her eyes was followed by another reflex. She moved forward and grabbed his warmth into her palms, it felt welcoming.

“Ahhh Yes girl. Play with that dick.” She didn’t mind him calling her that as her lips joined her hands as she planted kisses on him. Her mouth eventually opened up to receive him. Her head game was good. She would lick one part of it for a while and then switch to another in order to intensify the feel with different areas and then there was the occasional attempted deep throat. Attempted, because her gag reflex kicked off every time she took in half of him. His ex-girlfriend had told him that his sex was where all that food he ate went. Charlott was doing such a great job with the mass she could handle and he wanted to reward her for a good head. “You suck so good girl. Do you want your reward now?” she nodded slightly, dick still in her mouth and looking like she still wanted more feeding. It was the feeling of wanting something else but not willing to let go of what you got. Banji understood, so he stepped back, taking with him his hard-veiny fat cock. She rose and he loosened the silk belt that held her robe together. “Are we alone.”

“Yes. Muna should still be asleep.”

“Cool.” knowing they were safe made him more eager. He tasted her lips then spurn her around. He parted the robe and it revealed the ass that had tormented him in his dreams. He ran his finger through her ass crack and smacked the ass just as he had imagined he would and then he grabbed a good chunk of them both as he directed his chunk to her opening. Her elbows down to her fist was resting solidly on the sofa as she arched her back deep. He liked this. He silently hoped she was ready for what he was about to deliver. She had uncaged a monster that had been gnawing at his surface. Without warning, he slammed straight into her, diving in deep. This made her undo her arch as she looked back at him. “No, go back down girl.” He whispered as he bent to cup a feel of her breast, allowing her pussy get used to him, allowing himself get a proper feel.

He then rose again, grabbed a good chunk of her ass and held it firmly as he slammed into her crazily. Her whines didn’t deter him and he fucked with even more intensity. He must have been fucking her for ten minutes now, alternating deep and shallow strokes when he felt his new home get more slippery, then he heard her siren scream. Oh yeah, he just gave her an orgasm. He needed more, intensely, and as she was silky wet, he reached down for her left lap first and then the right. Her legs stretched out behind him, her arms and elbows on the couch, her only support, he slammed more into her. The position of her legs had made her pussy tighter but it was still as wet. The friction from the tightness and her wetness made him feel a grip which he was sure she felt too as he drove into her with all of her mid-air except for where her elbow met the sofa. He didn’t feel the strain, didn’t want to stop.

“Your pussy is doing things to me girl. I’m loving this but I want you to give me another orgasm” she must have been going crazy from his request because he could hear her whimpering gibberish. “Can you do that?” he heard something that sounded like a yes and took it as consent as he began to slam into her with more speed. They heard a sound at the gate. It was probably Nico. “Shit” Banji mouthed but slammed into her still. Banji didn’t know if it was his slamming or hearing the voice of her son at the gate playing with the pet dog that got her cumming but her body told its tales and he soon couldn’t hold her legs so he dropped them one after the other. He slammed into her still. He had been so close. She slipped off him and he got his pajama trouser back up from the ground where it rested at his ankle. He also grabbed his half-finished bowl of cereal and headed to the kitchen. Charlott battled to get her robe in place but she still felt flushed so she went into the kitchen to get some water on her face.

 

They heard Nico open the main door, walk in and peer into the kitchen. “Good morning Mom. Sleep good?” she gave a muffled response but Nico’s attention was now on Banji who was standing behind the kitchen marble table to hide his bulge, a full spoon of cereal in his mouth.

“How was you run?” he managed to mumble over all the food.

“Haha. You didn’t come…” if only you knew dude, Banji thought. “…now you want gist. Anyways, you are going to have to wait till I am done taking a shower… and don’t finish all the food in my house!” he yelled as he ran up for a shower.

Banji dropped his bowl and snappily dragged Charlott from the sink by her waist. He lifted her onto the marble table; his right hand already went under her left knee and securing it high, and immediately he entered the still shocked beauty. He reached for her lips in time to muffle the sound of any screams or moans that he knew his dick would cause. Steadily he went in and out of her and was amazed at how wet she still was. Breaking the kiss, he watched her face as he drove more into her; her facial expression did it for him. She was trying not to moan aloud but she couldn’t keep her face from moaning. He loved the way her forehead cringed and her mouth opened into a wide O. He imagined his dick between those pink lips as he drove faster into her. She started to nod her head and he knew that she was going to have another. Her pussy clenched, her leg shivered and she let little moans escape. “Yes girl. That’s what’s I’m working with.” He slammed faster and felt himself pump. He grabbed her closer, sunk in deeper. He let her bite down on his shoulder as he pumped his squirt into her audaciously.

He let it stay in a few seconds before he detached from within her. Now fine, he looked into her eyes only to get a hot slap on his cheek. “How dare you?”

He instinctively started to laugh. “Funny how you let me finish before slapping me. Just maybe, there is a chance you liked it?” She couldn’t help but join him in a laugh as she got off the marble table. She headed for her room leaving him alone in the kitchen and he grabbed his bowl of cereal and walked upstairs.