Rita knocked at the door of his apartment and waited
for him to open the door. She did not wait for long.
‘Hey, there you are,’ Henry said as he opened the door
wide for her to come in. He was full of smiles as he was
obviously pleased to see her.
‘How d’you do?’ she greeted.
‘Fine. Good to see you.’
It was the second time Rita would be visiting him. They
had become acquainted a couple of weeks again when
they met at the ATM point of a commercial bank in Lagos.
During her first visit, he had another visitor around and
that prevented him from getting intimate with her. In
case, Rita did not stay long. Today, he had looked
forward to her coming and had prepared for it.
‘Please, sit down,’ he offered eagerly.
Rita took the seat she had been offered. ‘Thank you.’
‘Let me get you some drinks,’ he offered.
‘Hey, take it easy. I’ve just come. The drinks can come
He sat on the same sofa with her, within his arm reach.
He was playing a video movie he hoped she would find
interesting. He had watched it before and had enjoyed
‘How is your weekend?’ she asked.
‘It has been very boring, but thank God you’re here. I
hope it will become exciting now.’
She nodded and smiled at him.
‘Are you sure you don’t want anything yet?’ he asked.
‘No, not yet.’
She faced the movie on the television while he moved
towards her. Some minutes elapsed. Tentatively, he held
her left hand. He was very close
to her now, so close he could smell her hair. He moved to
wrap his hand on her shoulders. She appeared engrossed
in what she was watching, but he knew she was very
conscious of the sensuous moves he was making.
‘Your hair is beautiful,’ he offered.
His mouth drew close to hers. His lips brushed slightly on
her lips and then got stuck there. For him, it was a
welcome thing. He kissed her ravenously. Her response
was measured, almost mechanical. He kissed her more
while his right hand went to her boob. She didn’t resist
him, but she did not encourage him either.
Henry did not mind whether he was getting
encouragement or not. He was glad he was finally having
his way with her. Rita was beautiful and desirable and he
had been counting his luck since he befriended her was
not the type that wasted time trying to ‘sample the taste’
of his ‘new catch’. As a matter of fact, it was his
trademark to always do so within few days of
He pulled the cups of her bra out of the contents they
were holding. Gosh, she had such succulent b—–s. His
hand teased and caressed them. His tongue also licked
them while his teeth nibbled at the n—–s.
‘Let’s go in,’ he said almost breathless, as he suspended
what he had engrossed himself in. He led her to his
bedroom. She did not say anything.
She did not protest his lustful urge. To him, it was a good
sign. To Rita, he would soon learn his lesson.
They were in the bedroom and he was all over her again.
His tongue seemed to be delighted in licking her n—–s.
He was actually not licking
anything, but it looked like he was licking. After more
minutes of pre-intimacy, it was time to get to the main
But wait a minute. Something strange was happening. Was
it his imagination? To confirm, his hand went to his d–k.
The thing was as limp as
Well, it meant he had not prepared enough. He went back
to the pre-intimacy. This time, he zipped down her jeans
trousers. Her white pantie was
pulled down, almost roughly, and he dipped his fore
finger inside the v—-a. He was surprised there was no
wetness there. But the greater
surprise was that his d–k remained limp. After some
minutes of futile efforts, he stopped all he was doing.
‘I can’t believe what’s happening,’ he muttered in
perplexity, a tinge of sadness to his tone.
‘What’s that?’ she asked. It was a question as innocent as
a child asking for the difference between rainfall and
‘’My d–k,’ he said, almost sadly. ‘I can’t get a hard on.’
‘A hard on for what?’ she asked.
Henry stared at her. Her tone seemed sarcastic. ‘What do
you mean? What kind of question is that?’
‘You said you did not have a hard on, and I asked you, a
hard on for what?’
‘Stop talking as if you’re a baby. Don’t tell me you don’t
know what I mean.’
She sat up on the bed, properly wore her bra, and started
buttoning her shirt, which had become quite crumpled,
courtesy of the way he had
handled her chest region.
He was certainly at his wit’s end. He could simply not
believe his manhood would fail at this critical time. This
was the moment he was waiting
for, and the whole thing went blank. It was incredible! He
was still holding the d–k and staring at it.