Kemi jumped off me immediately, practically sprinting to the bathroom.
Shy, I guessed. Well… so was I—or maybe embarrassed is a better word. After all, the noises I had just made were nothing short of monstrous. 😭 My face burned as I tried to process what had just happened.
I slowly got up from the bed and glanced down at my trousers. My stomach sank. There was a wet patch.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath.
Moments later, Kemi stepped out of the bathroom, holding a cardigan. She handed it to me with an almost apologetic smile. "Tie this over your trousers," she said quietly.
I nodded, muttering a half-hearted goodbye, my cheeks still flaming. With shaky hands, I wrapped the cardigan around my waist, hoping it would disguise the mess, then made my way to the school garage. My driver, who I had completely forgotten about in the chaos, was already waiting.
When I got into the car, I tried to compose myself. "Studying with friends… got a little carried away," I told him casually. Later, I repeated the same lie to my grandma when I got home. Truth be told, I didn't have the courage to confess what had actually happened.
As soon as I got into the comfort of my room, I FaceTimed my best friend, Sammy. This was too juicy to keep to myself.
"Hey, Octopus!!" Sammy yelled the second the call connected.
"Hey, Squid," I chuckled, my lips twitching despite the lingering embarrassment.
For the next twenty minutes, I unloaded every detail to Sammy. By the time I finished, she seemed even more elated than I was. You would have thought she had just had her first kiss or something. Her squeals of excitement made me laugh, even though I was still trying to calm my racing heart.
Midway through our conversation, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in," I called out, trying to sound casual.
Amanda, my grandma's helper, stepped inside. And for some reason, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. For the first time, I noticed how pretty she really was.
Amanda was light-skinned, slim, with flawless, silky skin that practically glowed. She was wearing all black, and honestly? She looked incredible—better than anyone I had ever seen pull off all-black attire. My brain stuttered for a moment.
"Do you have any dirty laundry?" she asked, snapping me out of my trance.
"Umm… yeah, I do," I replied, scrambling to get them from my laundry basket. As I handed the clothes to her, she smiled. A small, fleeting smile that somehow made my heart skip a beat. She left soon after, but the flutter in my chest lingered far longer than it should have.
The rest of the week became a blur of anticipation and distraction. I found myself rushing home after school just to see Amanda, stealing quick glances at her while she went about her chores. Every little gesture—how she folded clothes, how she smiled at the smallest things—made my heart pound in ways I didn't understand.
It started to become a habit. My mind would wander while I was supposed to be focusing on homework, drifting into daydreams of Amanda. I would imagine her laughing, speaking, moving around the house. And then one night, alone in my room, lost in my thoughts of her, I felt a heat rise in my body I couldn't control. My hand slid down into my underwear, and I was already damp.
A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it. The pleasure was intoxicating, and for a brief moment, it felt like I was levitating, floating somewhere far from reality.
Then, almost immediately, a knock at the door shattered the spell.
"Shit," I muttered, my heart leaping into my throat. My mind raced—who could it be at this hour? My grandma? Kemi? Or worse… Amanda herself?
I froze, hand still trembling, body tingling with lingering heat. Every nerve in me screamed panic, embarrassment, and curiosity all at once. My room suddenly felt smaller, claustrophobic. The thrill, the fear, the embarrassment—they all tangled together in a mess I wasn't sure I could handle.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, wishing I could just disappear. Slowly, cautiously, I slid off the bed, clutching the blanket around me, and tiptoed toward the door. My heartbeat thundered so loudly in my ears I was sure whoever was outside could hear it.
As I reached for the handle, I debated: Should I peek through the keyhole? Should I just ignore it? The tension was unbearable. Every instinct in my body screamed that this knock was going to change something, though I didn't yet know what.
With a trembling hand, I grasped the knob and slowly—oh so slowly—began to turn it.
And that's when the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what—or who—would appear on the other side.
…To be continued.