Imade

Imade was shocked, the last time she saw Yinka was at Jacob’s house, that was her first time meeting him and that was the last time she saw him. She remembers that day like it was yesterday. She and Jacob had just started dating, their relationship was barely a month old then. Imade saw it more like a situationship, she and Jacob started out as fuck buddies or friends with benefits, she never could tell what exactly they were doing. Then Jacob broke the number one rule, he fell in love. She could have broken things off then but she wanted to see how things would play out.

Then came the fateful day when she and Jacob were home alone, they were deliberating on what to have for dinner when they heard a knock on the door. Jacob opened the door and in came a guy. Imade recognized him immediately, he was one of Jacob’s friends who lived outside the country, she had never met him but had seen his pictures on Jacobs Instagram.

The smell of his perfume hit Imade and she didn’t know when she blurted out the words “You smell nice”

“Thank you” he replied

“Babe you remember my friend,Yinka?”

Imade nodded and he proceeded to introduce the both of them.

They sat down and both men immediately started catching up. Yinka arrived in the country the previous night, he was going to meet his folks in Ibadan the next day but he wanted to see Jacob before going. Then he mentioned how much he missed amala and couldn’t wait to get to his mom’s place to eat some. Jacob offered to make him some amala and before Yinka could protest, Jacob was out the door to get some ingredients. After Jacob left, Yinka and Imade watched the TV in silence.

Imade was the first to break the silence. “I can’t get over the smell of your perfume”

Yinka blushed, his light skinned face turned red as he looked down shyly and said thanks

“What’s it called if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oud ispahan”

“You know where i can get one?”

“I bought mine in Dubai”

“Alright thanks”

Her phone beeped, it was a text from Jacob, he didn’t get something from the nearby market so he was going to try another market somewhere farther from the house. He asked her to start preparing the chicken and stew and to keep Yinka company.

“Jacob says he is going to take a while, Iam about to start preparing the stew, would you like to join me or would you like to continue watching TV?”

“I’ll continue watching TV, Thank you.”

“Alright, call me if you need anything.”

Imade went to the kitchen and got busy cooking. A few minutes passed and nepa took the light. She was about to turn on the gen when Yinka walked into the kitchen.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw the electricity go off”

“Welcome back to Naija”

They both chuckled

“I can turn on the gen so you can go back to watching TV”

“It’s fine, Tv was boring anyway. I figured since you guys are going through this stress because of me, I might as well help out.”

Imade smiled.

They chatted for a while until Imade cut herself with a knife.

“Ouch” she yelled as she dropped the knife

“Oh my goodness! Are you OK?”

“Yh, it’s just a little cut”

Yinka moved closer to her “Let me see”

Imade stretched out the finger for him to see, he examined it carefully. “You’ll be fine.”

She rinsed the blood away and turned around to find Yinka standing closer to her than he was before.

“Damn you smell so good, I could bury my face in your body and smell you all day. This perfume is a must have.”

Yinka took another step closer. “You can bury your face if you want, I don’t mind.”

Imade swallowed hard, there was no way he was thinking what she thought he was thinking, he and Jacob were practically brothers, he wouldn’t want to do that to his own brother would he?

“I..I..w..was only joking,” Imade stuttered

Yinka pulled her close, wrapped his hands around her waist and whispered into her ear “You smell so damn good too”

Imade’s legs melted, there was something about the way he said it that made her want to jump on his dick and ride him into tomorrow. He picked her up and set her on the counter, she moaned as he began kissing her neck. Imade threw her head back and wrapped her hands around his neck.

Yinka’s hand moved up to her breast, he squeezed them gently as he playfully nibbled on her ear. His hand then went into her shorts and started rubbing against her slit, he could feel her wetness through her panties.

imade was enjoying every bit of what was happening, she unwrapped her hands from his neck, pulled up her shirt, whipped out her breasts from her bra and pushed Yinka’s head toward her left breast.

Immediately his mouth touched her nipple, she groaned. For some reason his mouth was cold and it aroused her even more. Yinka was good with the sucking, there was something that he was doing with his teeth that her body and soul approved of. She hates it when guys use their teeth while sucking her nipples, but Yinka was doing it well. In fact he stopped for a second and she begged him to continue.

While he sucked her breast, he spread her legs apart and started taking off her shorts and panties at the same time. He pulled them all the way down to her ankles then he bent down and gave her pussy a kiss.

The kiss sent a shiver down her spine, she wasn’t expecting it. He began sucking on her clit and tongue fucking her, she moaned, ran her fingers through his hair, and curled up her toes.

He sucked her till she came in his mouth. He stood up straight and Imade could see him grinning from ear to ear. “it’s time for the real shit” he said as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her until her butt was on the edge of the counter. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. Imade smiled when she saw his cock, it was very light skinned almost like a white man’s cock, the cap was pink and very defined “You like?” he asked and he shook it.

Imade nodded

He placed his cock on her cunt, rubbing it up and down, teasing her. She was going crazy with pleasure. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“Hmm hmm”

He thrust his cock into her wet pussy and Imade let out a very loud moan. He pulled out and thrust it again and this time her moan was louder. He took it out and was about to thrust it back in a third time when they both heard Jacobs voice

“I am back guys!” Jacob yelled from the living room

Imade pushed Yinka away, got down from the counter and dressed up faster than The Flash changes into his costume. Yinka also hurriedly zipped up his pants and was washing his hands when Jacob walked in.

“Hi guys”

“Oh babe you are back”

“Yes, there was a bit of traffic on my way back.”

Jacob didn’t suspect a thing, he started preparing the amala and ewedu while chatting away. He did most of the talking, Imade and Yinka only nodded when they needed to.

Imade could not stop thinking about Yinka, he was inside her for just a few seconds and her body was craving more. Her panties were soaked and her pussy was throbbing.

After Yinka left, Imade took Jacob upstairs and fucked his brain out. He made a comment on how that was their best fuck yet. Imade felt a bit guilty because she was thinking about Yinka the entire time she was fucking Jacob.

That was the last time she saw Yinka until now and they were about to spend a weekend together.

To be continued…

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I love to write, even more, I love to write erotic stories of every genre. Tip me if you enjoy my stories. (0545155868 GTbank) (Oalexandra1201@gmail.com) PayPal

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