A NIGHT TO REMEMBER!
Six months later......
It's been six months since the encounter Michael had with the waitress at the eatery. He has completely forgotten about her except for the fact that her demeaning words made him buckle up, and vow to carve a niche for himself in the business world. He had since stopped harboring a need for revenge towards her.
He in fact had a grudging admiration for her as a woman who couldn't be intimidated to back down in the face of an argument.He has since been working his ass off to the admiration of his parents who were finally pleased with the positive change in his lifestyle. He still clubs of course but only on weekends, and he has since grown tired of sleeping with numerous girls who couldn't hold intelligent conversations apart from issues concerning money.
It's a weekend and he's in his favorite club with a few of his friends in the VIP section drinking and gisting when a group of girls enter. They are three in number and he takes his time to feast his eyes on them, briefly wondering if he could get one of them in his bed for the night. His eyes roam over the three girls and his gaze settles on the most appealing one. She's dressed in a little black dress with open toes heels, all complemented by a glittery clutch purse which she held. He takes in her petite frame and averagely beautiful face fantasizing about having her ride him in bed. He decides to make a move when the three girls occupy a seat close to him and his friends. He stands up and excuses himself from his friends to go talk to the object of his interest.
He is almost there when something filters through his mind. The girl looked familiar. He tried to place her face with no luck, searching his memory for any encounter he might have had with her. Having no luck in that regard, he continues towards her to make her acquaintance.He clears his throat on reaching the table she's seated with her friends.
"Hello, girls."
He waves to them.They all look up at him immediately, mesmerized by his good looks."Hi." They respond in unison."Sorry to disturb you girls, but I couldn't help but notice you upon entry. My name is Michael" He stretches his hand to them for handshakes.They take turns introducing themselves to him and shaking his hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Michael. I'm Camille." The first girl responds."My name is Funmi." The second girl says."You can call me Foyinsade."
The third girl takes her turn.He smiles at them sweetly.
"Mind if I take a seat?"They exchange looks and offer him a seat."I feel like I am at a disadvantage here girls. There's three of you and I happen to be the only male in your midst. My friends are right there. How about they come over here, and make things even? There are also three of us. That's if you don't mind. My friends are just over there." He points at the table he just vacated.The girls confer quietly among themselves before agreeing to his suggestion.
"Sure. No problem."
Camille responds.
"Okay then cool. What are you girls having?" He stands up to call for the waiter also using the opportunity to call his friends over.Sola and Eben make their way over to the table with huge smiles plastered all over their faces. They take their seats and introductions are made. Michael makes sure he's seated beside Camille the girl whose face he finds familiar.The waiter arrives at their table, and they each place their order for drinks varying from rum to whiskey, to cranberry and Hennessy. Michael tells the waiter to put it on his tab, and the girls nod their thanks.Now a party of six, they soon pair up in twos taking shots of their drinks delivered by the waiter. Sola and Funmi, Eben with Foyinsade, and Michael with Camille with each pair engrossed in private conversations.
"So, Camille. How are you doing? Do you maybe need something else to drink? Please feel free to call the waiter. It's all going to be on my tab. I got it covered."
I am fine Michael, I am not much of a drinker, I am hardly able to hold my liquor. Thank God I have the common sense to know when to stop."
She smiles shyly at him.He returns her smile.
"You know you kind of look familiar. I feel like I have met you somewhere before, but I can't quite place your face."
*Funny I was about to say the same thing. My memory fails me too.
"Do you maybe frequent this club? It's possible we have run into each other here before.
"No, that's not possible. This is actually my first time here. I only came because my friends wanted us to hang out being the weekend and all." Do you mean you have not been to this club before or you don't go to clubs generally like this is your first time in a club?"
"That's not what I am saying. I have been to a few clubs in town though I try not to make a habit of it. I just mean I have never been to this particular club before. My friends and I just wanted to try a new spot tonight. We heard this club is the rave of the moment. We just had to try it out.*
"She replies chuckling.He chuckles in return. "Your information might be correct, i wouldn't know about that anyway. My social life has taken quite a bit of a break. I am afraid I am somewhat outdated."
"I don't believe that. Why has your social life taken a break? You look every bit like a part of this place. Forgive me please but you look like the kind of person that clubs and parties every day."
"Actually you are right. I used to be the real-life of the party until about six months ago. I have a job now so I only hang out with my friends on weekends."
"That's nice. Congratulations on your new job in arrears. Cheers to that."She raises her cup and they each down a shot of whiskey.Michael observes Camille as she downs her shot. The only indication that the drink burns her throat is her blinking twice.
"I am impressed. I thought you said you couldn't hold your liquor. Your eyes didn't even water."
"Looks can be deceiving Michael. So, tell me, what do you do?"
He downs another shot of whiskey before responding.
"Well, I am the managing director of a real estate company."
He refrains from saying it's his father's company.
"Wow! That's nice. I had no idea I was talking to a big shot."
This remark makes him smile.
"I am not that much of a big shot honestly."
"You are so humble for a guy in your position. I can only imagine what qualifications, and years of experience you must possess before landing that kind of job. Everything in Nigeria has to do with connections and experience. Give yourself credit, you are a big shot."
"If you insist on calling me that, thanks anyways. How about you? What do you do?"
"I just graduated medical school from the pillars medical school, I am putting a few things in place before going for my residency." She pours herself another shot of whiskey this time sipping it slowly.
"Really? That's so cool. You must be extremely brilliant to have finished medical school so early. It's not an easy feat. The pillars medical school, is that not the private Christian medical school in town? The one owned by a church?"
"Yes, it is."
"No offense intended but you don't look like the type that attended a Christian medical school. They are usually so stiff and boring to talk to. You on the other hand are completely different. Like words and opposite sort of different. I guess there's always an exception to the rule."
"Let me let you in on a little secret. I never wanted to attend a private Christian university nor medical school. My father basically forced me to go because he's an elder in the church affiliated with the university. It is safe to say I really am an exception to the rule. After 8 years surrounded by too many Christian doctrines, I am ready to take a break."
She winks at him.
"Wow! Just wow! Your father is an elder in the church? I am absolutely dumbfounded. This is crazy. Excuse the language. Does he not mind that you go to the club?"
"Who would tell him? Besides, my father is the elder, not me. I have a right to live my life however I want to."
She brushes her legs against his in a suggestive manner.
"You are right for sure. Cheers to living our lives without our fathers' influence." He pours more shots for them and they each down it in one gulp.Michael refills his cup and hers again each repeating the process of gulping it down at once.
"You know, I like your guts. I like a woman who has a mind of her own. You remind me of my mother, she's exactly like that."
"I would take that as a compliment. She must be a really wonderful woman."
She snuggles closer to him.
"I guarantee you, she is. I am not easy to live with."
He refills their glasses again and, the drinks disappear almost immediately.They are silent for a while not talking but taking shots upon shots of whiskey.The bottle of whiskey is soon finished, and Michael calls for another to be put on his tab. They are almost halfway through the second bottle before Michael breaks the silence now slightly tipsy.
"There's something I have been meaning to tell you."Camille is on the verge of getting drunk but still manages to go along with the conversation.
"What is that?"
You have the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen. Your petite frame has been driving me crazy since it's all I have been thinking about."
She giggles in response and moves closer to him.
"You think so?"
"There's something you should know about me, I never pay compliments I don't mean. For instance, I wouldn't say your friend, Funmi is beautiful, she's obviously not."
She chuckles and presses her boobs close to him."You are mean. Enough of all that. Do you want to touch me?"
He blinks twice in disbelief. He has never met a Nigerian girl quite as blunt as she was."It's all I have been thinking about all night. I badly want to touch you. I feel like I would go crazy if I am unable to.
She presses her boobs against him, harder against him.
"What would you do if you were allowed to touch me?"
Was she being serious? This might just be his lucky night if he plays it right.
There are many things I would do to you if only I could get your dress out of the way. You know I would........."
She places a finger on his lips to cut him off. He breathes in the faint smell of lemon and honey on her slim delicate finger.
"Let's just get out of here. Is your place nearby?"
"I have a suite reserved for me downstairs. I just need to get the key from the receptionist, and off we go."
He replies eagerly.
"What about your friends? Don't you have to tell them you are leaving?"
She's already on her feet and making for the exit.
"They are not babies, I am sure they can find their way out of here. If you hesitate for a second before joining me outside, you can kiss whatever unholy thoughts running through your head goodbye."
She swings her hips and sashays out of the club.He quickly grabs the remaining bottle of whiskey off the table before dashing after her.None of their friends seem to notice their exit as they are busy making private plans of their own too.
He catches up with her and together, they get the key to his suite from the receptionist downstairs.They race to the door of the suite and he opens the door impatiently running on pure adrenaline.
They are hardly inside before he crushes his lips to her waiting ones, dropping the bottle of whiskey on the table, kissing her ferociously, and pushing her up against the wall.
"I have been dreaming of this all night."
He murmurs into her ears, taking in her heavenly feminine scent mixed with an overwhelming sweet smell of her cologne. Her perfume smelt like a mixture of berries and chocolate. He wasn't sure if there was a perfume like that, but he loved it She wordlessly wraps her hands around his neck drawing him closer, matching his passion to hers.He trails kisses down her neck reveling in her smell. He slowly guides her to the bed and rips open her gown exposing her pant and bra.
He pauses for a minute to take in her almost perfect form.She looks at him expectantly hoping he's not disappointed.Her fair complexion is just exactly as he had envisioned, no blemishes whatsoever. Her unbelievably smooth skin is set off by the yellow color of her underwear. It was just a stroke of luck that yellow happened to be his favorite color. He didn't know it was possible for someone as petite as her to have legs as long as hers, well defined by the curve of her hips and a very flat belly.Not sure if he's disappointed in her body, she self consciously wraps her arms around herself.He notices the gesture and smiles.
"Don't do that Camille, you are beautiful."
He gently takes her hands and places them by her side. He bends over her and resumes trailing kisses down her only this time, he goes further, moving down from her neck to the exposed part of her bra, all the way down to her belly further down. He stops briefly at the entrance to her vagina hindered by her pant but seems to take it as a challenge. He sucks her through the cotton material and licks the panties wet. He toys with her like that for a few seconds before taking a finger to massage her from the outside taunting her, taking delight in her moans of pleasure. Not done, he continues downwards, kissing and licking her legs till he arrives at her feet where he discards her heels throwing each of them over his head. He takes his time on each of her toes, devoting his time to giving them each individual attention, licking and sucking with all the expertise of a professional in that regard.She in turn surrenders her entire being to him enjoying every single act performed on her.
"Now, I want you to beg."
He tells her focusing his attention on her bra.She regards him stubbornly with her eyes challenging him, sending a message that she wouldn't.He slides a large palm under the bra and cups one breast with his hand.She moans and he smiles wickedly.He plays with the breast fitting it in his palm like it was made for its size, simultaneously sliding his other hand down inside her pant using his forefinger to locate her clitoris, and play with it.She lets out an involuntary gasp and writhes under him.
"Breaking down eh?"
He raises an eyebrow questioningly at her.
"I thought you could last longer.""Just shut up and don't stop."
She responds in a voice thick with desire.He goes back to concentrate on the task at hand, tugging at her pant to get it off.She arches her back and lifts herself up to help him get her out of it.Together they get it off, and he holds it to his nose breathing in the wild smell of her.
"I can't wait to see if you taste as sweet as you smell."
She collects the pant from him and hangs it over his head. "Focus on what you are doing please."
"Getting impatient now, are we?"
He whispers into her ears. "We still have a long way to go beautiful one."
She closes her eyes and bites her lower lip savoring the moment.
"Let's get you out of that bra, shall we?"
She nods in acquiesce seeming to have lost her voice for the moment. He flips her over her back unclasping the hook of the bra almost immediately with one hand. He flips her back and carefully removes the bra with a certain reverence. His eyes roam over the two well-sculpted mounds on her chest and sigh with pure pleasure. Her small fair breasts were standing proudly looking directly at him, and the black nipples on them were just pure delight for him to look at. Unable to contain himself any longer, he takes one nipple in his mouth looking into her eyes as he does so.
He takes his time to artfully lick the nipples before closing his mouth around the breast sucking it delicately and leaving her begging for more. Still nowhere close to fulfilling his mission, he takes the other breast in his mouth sucking and caressing it like he did the other. His erection was starting to voice its discontent at being left out of the show and was starting to try to find a way out of his trousers.
He badly wanted to plunge into her soft, wet chamber but he wasn't done. He needed to make her beg desperately for him.She wanted to touch him, she wanted to touch every single part of him, but his damned shirt was getting in the way. Who even wears a shirt to the club?
"I feel like you are having all the fun, Michael. We need to get that shirt off of you."
"Thought you would never ask, Camille. If you want something done right, you gotta do it for yourself.
"He pauses to allow her to unbutton his shirt from under him.She hurriedly does that with speed and he raises his arms to allow her to get it over his head along with his underwear. She throws his clothing over the bed without looking, and it lands in a pile somewhere at the foot of the bed. She feasts her eyes on his chiseled abs using her fingers to trace them. His abs were strong to the touch with absolutely no pocket of fat hidden in them. His hairy chest is lean and hard and she takes in the beauty of his body like a perfect work of art.
"You are so magnificent I could spend all day just looking at you."
"Thanks, Camille. You are more magnificent actually."She smiles coyly at him never taking her eyes off the wonderful sight of him.He positions his head in between her legs and uses his tongue to seek out her clitoris. He twirls his tongue around it licking and sucking it at the same time.He hears her gasp and breath in heavily. He smiles to himself, he liked the sound of that. He nibbles on it using his lips. Using his mouth, he draws circles around it all the while enjoying her little moans of pleasure. Shifting his attention to the area near the top of her clit, he pays homage to it using his lips. He imagines using his tongue to lick a plate clean, experimenting with his imagination on licking every corner around her clit with his tongue ravenously. He dips his tongue inside her, seeking out the shaft and paying special attention to it.
He withdraws his tongue and slides two fingers to either side of her clitoral shaft, pulling and pushing the clitoral hood across the clitoris and moving in circles, diagonals, and spontaneous fashion.She is already dripping wet and begging him to fill her up already.He ignores her pleas, stepping back to pull off his trousers and boxers.Her eyes are wide open in pleasurable surprise. Oh lord! He was huge and beautifully so. His penis was very erect and seemed to have a mind of its own, seeming eager to penetrate her. She repositions herself spreading her hips wider to accommodate his entry.
Turns out, he wasn't done tormenting her.He makes as if to penetrate her, but instead, he holds the tip of his penis in his hand to massage and rubs her clit.
"Michael, please. Thrust your groins inside me cause I can't take this torture anymore."
"Not yet Camille. Don't be in a hurry."He continues massaging her clit when she shoves him off. She pushes his back to the bed sitting astride him.
"How about I show you what it's like to beg a woman who wants to climax?"
She whispers into his ears as she bites her lower lip with lust written all over her face.She uses her fingers to softly trail his body, focusing on his abs and bending down to kiss them, one after the other. Proceeding upwards, she trails kisses all over his body, stopping to lick his ears and whisper graphic details of what she intends to do to him.He lets out a low growl and it's her turn to smile.
He hasn't seen anything yet. She kisses his neck, face, and slides her tongue into his mouth.
He responds to the kiss as a starved man would to a thanksgiving dinner. She really does know how to drive a man crazy. He thought to himself.She extracts her tongue from his mouth and replaces it with her finger.
He hungrily grabs it with his mouth and begins to lick and kiss it.Without warning, she grabs his penis, steadying it by grabbing it around the middle with one hand. Rubbing the cupped palm of her other hand around the penis, as if rinsing a turning stick. He cries out in ecstasy begging her not to stop. Sliding her cupped hand up over the head of the penis, and down the shaft, she brings the other hand once more to repeat the stroke. She does that for a while, taking delight in his pleas for more. Seeming satisfied with his reaction, she bends her head between his knees and takes him in her mouth, making sure to maintain eye contact.He cries out in pure delight, his body vibrating with the very action.
Licking the underside of his frenulum from side to side, and up and down, she swirls her tongue along the edge. To show him she's having as much fun as he is, she begins to moan and hum alternating her rhythm between fast and slow.The action seems to send him over the edge and he grabs her hair to keep her head in place.
Making sure her tongue is flat, she licks the bottom of his shaft, from base to tip. Repeating this a few times, she looks him in the eyes and ends it with a quick suck.
"Don't stop yet, Camille."
He pleads.
"Now, who's begging?"
She asks him, smiling triumphantly."Calm yourself, Michael. I am not quite done yet."
Getting back to the task at hand, she places her mouth at the base of his penis and slowly pulls him out, releasing plenty of salivae and using her hand to cover the areas of his penis her mouth can't. She sucks the head of his penis and flicks her tongue along the frenulum, tugging his balls and rubbing her hand along his perineum.
"Yes, Camille. Just like that."
He closes his eyes to savor the sweet feeling. She fits his entire penis into her mouth, deep into her throat, making swallowing motions while moving the back of her tongue up and down his penis. She places her hand on the base of the penis and squeezes it sending shocks of pleasure into him. Rubbing her wet lips along the underside of the frenulum, she sucks the head of his penis. She alternates this action a few times. She kisses the frenulum and looks up at him giving him her sexiest bedroom eyes.He groans out loud pleading with his eyes for her to continue.She pulls his penis out of her mouth and rubs it between her breasts. She puts it back in her mouth alternating the process a few times.
Pulling his penis out of her mouth again, she strokes him with her hand switching for seconds to lick his entire sack and tugs with her mouth careful to avoid using her teeth.He lets out a low moan.Done with that, she adjusts herself properly into a more comfortable position, her hips well bent on the bed, she slowly uses her hands to guide him inside her.
"Oh, lord! Yes."
He screams out loud.She begins to ride him like a bike, slow, fast, slow, fast repeating the rhythm. Up and down, up and down she continues with sweat trickling down her body to his.Grabbing her butt, he pulls her closer to him going with the flow. He alternates between fondling her boobs and grabbing her ass, smacking it now and then.
"Just like that Camille, just like that"She places her hands on his chest sustaining eye contact and continues to ride him tirelessly her breasts jiggling with the motion.Damn! She really is flexible. He thought to himself throwing back his head for a second to thank his lucky stars for coming across her.She slides off him suddenly and bends her head in between his legs to give him a mind-blowing blow job, keeping him lubricated and ready for her to slide back on. She turns around and slides him back into her.
This action immediately transports him to cloud nine and he murmurs some incoherent words to express his delight. She starts to ride him again building up the pace as she goes. He matches her stride for stride thrusting himself up to meet her every stroke.
"I am going to come, Michael."
She whispers the declaration into his ears.
"Yes. Come for me, babe. Let's climax together.
"Increasing the tempo, they continue matching each other's pace, eventually letting the dam burst.
With shuddering breaths, they release into each other at the same time.She slides off to lay beside him, resting her head on his chest, exhausted but satisfied.
"That was great. Damn! Camille, you are fire."
He tells her in the way of compliment."Thank you."
She says smiling into his chest.After resting for some minutes, they go at it again, this time, Michael taking the reins.It was around 2am before they finally decided to sleep, admitting to each other that they were spent.Satisfied and contented, they fall into a deep sleep, arms wrapped around each other.