You know it is not immediately you drink you start feeling the effect; it takes time for the alcohol to flow in your bloodstream then it fucks you up. Mrs. Williams was very much alright when she came to me, the alcohol hasn’t really gotten into her bloodstream but when she was taking me back to my place I knew the chemicals had already started functioning in her and even judging by what she has been saying she and the way she was driving, it was palpable that she was drunk.
We were few houses to my house when her car broke down, as the car was jerking like it was about to stop I thought it was the alcohol in her that was manifesting; “Mrs. Williams is everything alright?” I said with the fear of us crashing, I said it with a different voice sef.
You know when we were talking before I was talking like “You Just Gotta Love Me” (guys, you understand na, you know the difference between talking to Bae and talking to your Nigga) That was how I was talking too when before but I noticed I asked her if everything was alright with my normal voice, no forming.
If she wasn’t panicking too she would have noticed the difference in the voice, but she was too busy trying to get the car back into motion. She was murmuring, I wasn’t really hearing what she was saying, like she was trying to figure something out, She snapped her finger like yeah! I know it. “That Nero guy didn’t fix this car! Oh Shit, what am I going to do now?” What could she do? What would she do?
Taking a cab home was the best the best thing I thought she could do. She’s a very rich woman, so I thought getting one of yellow cabs for her might be degrading, might be a slap on her face, imagining the way she would sit in the car tripped me off the idea. So I said “I can get Uber to get you home”.
I thought she was going to embrace the idea, because it was Uber Black I had in mind for her, and yes I was ready to spill few thousands on her. After she told me about her marriage, I stopped seeing her as a potential cougar; I stopped seeing her as someone who I would love to exchange pleasure for money with. I started seeing her as someone who needed love and affection, care and attention.
“I don’t trust those Uber drivers, they always seem too nice” should someone being too nice be a problem? Oh, she has been drinking, since she discarded what I planned; I asked her what she was thinking. “Truth be told, I don’t really want to go home, all I do at home is just drown in sorrow and heartache, and now that I’d be home alone I’ll probably drown in my alcohol” Truly as I heard what she said I felt strongly for her, she doesn’t even bother about looking miserable to me, the last time I saw her she was like an Angel living in Paradise, but now the paradise seems to have vanished but wait, if she doesn’t want to go home where would she go?
We were taking longer than I expected, Lola and Vanessa need to get back to their place, there’s a party going on at my place, I should be there, one wasted bastard should not go and break my Dad’s TV where will I see money to buy another one before they come back? If that happens and my Dad knows, he would burn me to death so that he wouldn’t have to spend on coffin.
I really needed to be home, I couldn’t tell Mrs. Williams to hurry up, I couldn’t call Lola and Vanessa, couldn’t tell them to leave without me, couldn’t even call my friends because I found it hard for me to tell Mrs. Williams to excuse me, I felt she needed my attention 100%.
“Is there somewhere I could pass the night around?” Is she asking if she could sleep somewhere in my street? Should I just take her to my house, Mum’s not home na, Dad too is not home, just a bunch of wasted young boys and girls. That wouldn’t be nice, my house will even scatter if I come in with her, and they will probably think my Mum came back.
I knew she wasn’t talking about my place; she was probably talking about a hotel. I can say every street in Lagos have more than 2 hotels. “There’s somewhere close-by” I said to her, it’s only few distance away, how do we get there? Trek? Calling a cab to take us there would be pure madness and also walking in my street with someone old enough to be my Mum would be dangerous if all those amebo aunties see me.
I told her we could walk there, that was the best thing to do and since it was late in the Night, nobody might see me. “Knowing that I won’t be sleeping in that house tonight makes me feel better, Please help me get my drink” She said as she was getting herself together, ready to leave the car.
As we alighted from her luxurious car that removed to move, I was holding the alcohol she gave me, I couldn’t tell her to put it in her bag because it might sound rude, so I just carried it like that. When she saw it, she snapped at me “Come on, give me that drink, why would you be carrying alcohol and walking with me, what do you want people to think?” I just smiled like it was nothing “I even forgot I was carrying something” I lied.
I didn’t notice her body before then; I was too busy thinking about many things but as I wanted to hand the bottle over to her, her curves caught my eyes, Oh damn! I’ve always been seeing her seated inside her car that was the first time I saw her standing; I still appreciating her body, every man should worship that body, it was hard to believe her husband doesn’t even appreciate it, I bet his wife is better than whoever his cheating on her with.
She kept the bottle in her bag and we continued moving. We didn’t really talk when we were going, and since the place was nearby it didn’t take forever for us to get there. The receptionist at the hotel is one girl in my street, Adeola. I just started setting her P and she said she doesn’t trust me because I’m a UNILAG boy, as she saw me with her; she looked me like I said it, he’s a bad boy.
Mrs. Williams sat down somewhere and told me to go and make enquiry, I went to meet the receptionist, “Adeola Wassup. My Aunty needs a room, she just came back from Port Harcourt and there’s a party going on at my place so I needed to bring her here, please give me the best room available” She said OK, told me the amount. “She’s calling you” Adeola said to me, Mrs. Williams must have gestured her to call me. I turned back and she signalled me to come, she had already prepared cash, looks more than the amount but I collected it, went to pay and collected the key, and kept the remaining cash in my pocket (I’ll give her later, I’m not keeping it. LOL).
At the back of my mind, I’d take her to the room, let her settle down and I’ll take my leave, and run back to my house. As we got to the room, it was a suite Adeola gave her, I turned the AC on, checked if the bathroom was alright and looked around, just to make sure she’d be alright when I leave. “Thank God tomorrow is Saturday, I don’t need to wake up early for work” She said as she lay on her back and sighed like she had a really stressful.
I didn’t know what to say about that so I kept quiet, She then called my name and said “please can you help me unbuckle my shoe” As she said this, my heart started pounding, unbuckle her shoe?
I couldn’t say No, or how do I say no to that, so I decided to help her with the shoe, as I was loosening it, she said “I actually feel somehow, I feel like I’m doing the wrong thing by not going home tonight, I feel like a Cougar – staying in a hotel with a Young Man, I should feel bad about it but it feels good, I just don’t know, it feels better than staying in the room with that man, not having my freedom, watching what to say and what not to so that I won’t be beaten but here it’s different, I could even tell you to help me remove my shoe”
She was still talking even after I removed her shoe, I was already seated, watching her, how she was talking, how she was behaving, she was sad, her emotions were killing her, to worsen the case was the alcohol. You know there’s a big difference in drinking to chill and drinking to kill your pain or sorrow.
When you drink to chill, the vibe is different, but when you drink to kill your sorrow, it comes with another different vibe that makes you miserable. If you’ve ever been drunk due to break up or heartbreak, you will understand better.
She kept talking, she kept pouring her mind, and she was getting deeper with it that she started weeping, but she was smiling as tears wear falling from her eyes. She was maudlin and I didn’t know what to do; I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know how to soothe her, I also didn’t know how to excuse myself, I really needed to be home.
I didn’t say anything, was still trying to figure out what to say. She just kept on talking; she probably forgot I was there. She was really talking and crying, saying what makes sense and what doesn’t, talking about when her husband used to be good, talking about how cruel and heartless he is now, she was crying and smiling (she reminded that Fela’s song ‘Suffering & Smiling). I knew she was trying to stop but she couldn’t. I was just there looking lost, trying to figure out what I’d do.
Finally, she pulled herself together and stop crying, she then sit up and looked at me and she said “Please don’t think I’m always like this, I probably had too much to drink, I’m not always this miserable” as she said miserable tears started falling from her eyes again.
“Oh God, what is this I’ve gotten myself into tonight?” I thought to myself. If it was a small girl that was doing like that now I’d have known what to do, if a babe comes to me crying about how her boyfriend is treating her bad, I’d just tell her to let me help her cheat on her boyfriend and she’d feel good afterwards. But Mrs. Williams is way older than I am; old enough to be my Mum; I couldn’t just talk anyhow, so I needed to be extra careful with my words, so that she wouldn’t feel I was being disrespectful, apart from that she was too heartbroken to be listening to thrash.
She continued talking, “I’m so sorry, I was not like this, I used to be beautiful and radiant till that man changed me” as I heard – I used to be beautiful “Used to be beautiful ke” my inner man said. She has been drinking and crying but still she was still looking super cute, you know how ugly some girls/women get when they are crying, where there make up has washed off, 95% of Human Being are ugly when crying but she wasn’t ugly; she was still beautiful.
I couldn’t bear that she thinks she was not beautiful, I couldn’t bear the damage her husband her done to her soul, her husband as broken down her walls and made her see as herself as Nothing. Men could be heartless sha, how can you treat a woman that bad? I had to say something and stop looking like I was watching ‘Nkan Nbe’
Finally, My vocal cord functioned, I said “You’re still beautiful, even more than beautiful” she looked at me, she didn’t say anything, of course the little I said wouldn’t fix her, so I continued talking “before I saw you that night, the first night I saw you, I wasn’t feeling good, I was feeling lost, I was feeling like needed love” I didn’t know where I was going with the story I was telling, but since I had to say something, I just kept talking without knowing where I was headed.
“I walked round the school, I was looking for Love” I then giggled, the sad type of giggling. “But then when I saw you…” I paused to think about where I was really going with the story I was telling her, I already had her attention at that point, she was looking at me like oya continue now.
I took a deep breath then I continued with the story I was telling her, “But then when I saw you, you looked completely different to me, you looked like a tough woman but you were still beautiful, you looked elegant but you were still down to earth and appealing” I should stop there but I continued talking “with the way your skin was glittering, and the way your lips were moving when you were talking, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, it was then I wish I could know you more” What am I saying? What am I doing? Am I toasting Mrs. Williams? I wasn’t, I was just trying to make her know she still catches people’s heart; I just wanted her to know she was very beautiful and having her would make any man feel like a god.
“When I couldn’t reach you, when I was calling you and your number wasn’t going through, I was really devastated, you should have seen how happy I was when I got your call today, do you noticed I recognized your voice when you called” I wasn’t expecting an answer but she nodded positively, I was not done, I continued talking “your voice had been playing in my head all along”.
The more I talked about how beautiful she was; the more her smile glowed, the more I talked about how any man would be lucky to have her the more he beauty shines. After I said everything, her tears were gone, she looked more beautiful, she was really blushing, she couldn’t even look at me in my face, by this time I forgot about going home. Making her smile and all made me feel good about myself and I was ready to do that all through the night. (hehe)
“That night there was something different about you and the way you were staring at me, no one has looked at me like that in a long time, the way you looked at me made me feel good about myself, you were not looking at me like a boss like most men do, you were not looking at me like a Thrash like my Husband does, the way you were looking at me made me remember when I was 16, when every guy wanted me, that was exactly why I wanted to see you again” I thought she was stopping there, so I wanted to say something but she continued “I didn’t know all these would happen tonight but you made me feel better, you’re really a comforter”. She looked at me like and she said “Thank You.”
As she said Thank You, she opened her arms like she was calling me to come hug her, I was sitting on the couch beside the bed, and the distance between us wasn’t really much. She was sitting on the bed, so I was a little bit confused of how I was going to hug her, but her arms were still opened I had to stand up to sit beside her, as I sat beside her, I was afraid of her hearing my heart beat because it was beating really hard.
I sat beside her, then I took my arms around her and we hugged. The hug was taking longer than normal; I guess it felt good and comforting to her as much as it felt to me. Finally, we let go but she didn’t completely as she rested her head on my shoulder and said “I think I’ve found a new friend, a friend to comfort me”
“My Friend, why don’t you tell me about you? I don’t really know much about you” She said still putting her head on my shoulder. What am I in going to tell her about me? I told her about school, I told her about how UNILAG was killing me, told her what I’d love to do after school, she looks like someone that will have connect, she might be able to help a Nigga after school. After talking about school, I told her about my love life, I told her I was not seeing anybody, I told her since my last girlfriend was too complicated, I decided to take a break from relationships and face something else.
“So as cool and charming as you are you don’t have a girlfriend” she said to me. “Why is it that good people always meet bad people?” She really threw that question to me; she was expecting me to answer her. What could my answer be? Since she was resting her head on my shoulder the moment was a bit too touchy for me, it was a touchy moment, and I needed to be careful and sensitive.
“I really don’t know, that’s just life but I guess good finally met good” that was my reply, she looked at me, don’t forget she was resting her head on my shoulder, so as she looked up, our lips were few inches apart, if I pout our lips could meet, I was looking at her looking at me with our lips close to each other. (What do you think? Are we going to kiss?)
We were gazing at each other; I didn’t know what to think? Maybe to kiss her or not, maybe she wanted it or not, I was just there and she was just there too, looking at me straight in my eyes, I didn’t know what was running through her mind, I couldn’t take it again, I closed my eyes, seeing her sexy lips that close to mine wasn’t healthy for me, my tummy banana was already hard like bo-le (roasted plantain).
As I closed my eyes, I didn’t know what was happening again maybe she was still looking at me or nah, I guess we were just both caught up with the moment but as my eyes were closed I think my lips moved closer to hers, all I knew was our lips met, how did it happen? I really couldn’t explain, (like Wizkid – I can’t explain o, but I was feeling good that night).
As our lips first met, she didn’t repel. She must have moved her lips closer to mine too, for the first few seconds we didn’t kiss, our lips was just touching, during those few seconds I opened my eyes, I saw that her eyes were closed, that means she was ready for the kiss yeah?
That triggered me, and I started kissing her, in the softest way I could, thank God he blessed me with a very soft lips, but her lips were way much softer, she wasn’t returning the kiss, maybe she wasn’t sure she wanted it, should I stop too or nah? I decided to chill few seconds more, as I was chilling, I gave her my knockout kiss, I did a magic with my tongue, the magic was too much for her to withhold as she started kissing me too!
There was something different about the kiss, is it the age difference between us, kissing someone older than you shouldn’t feel that heavenly. The kiss was beginning to sweet me, my yoghurt slinger was beginning to sling yoghurt into my boxers. If it was a babe I was kissing, I would have started pressing her melons.
I think as I was wishing to go a step further she was thinking of something like that too. I was just trying to keep my hands to myself, doing that was very hard but I had to, maybe if she caresses me I might touch her too. She was getting really deep with the kiss, the kiss was lasting longer than a first kiss should, my tongue was doing more magic than I expected, she was loving it, I knew she didn’t want to stop, something must have triggered her from within as she just sharply cut the legendary kiss going on. The kiss probably happened because she was inebriated.
As she stopped the kiss she rested her head on my chest, then I started rubbing her hair with my right hand, I checked the time on wrist watch, the time was 12:47am. The idea of making it back home that night was erased, but where will I sleep? On the same bed with Mrs. Williams, the great kisser or on the couch?
Minutes after the kiss, we both didn’t say anything. She was just resting her head on my chest and I was rubbing her hair. I was beginning to think she has slept off on my chest, cause she wasn’t talking, she wouldn’t even shake. The room was cold, the atmosphere was bathetic.
“I should sleep now, let me just shower then sleep, can you please help me get the towel” She said as she was trying to stand up from the bed. I went to get towel then handed it over to her, I thought she wanted to undress right there in front of me, I wouldn’t have been able to stand it, but she didn’t, she took the towel with her and went to the bathroom.
As she was in the bathroom, I called PrinceEasy to know what was happening at my place, he didn’t pick, I tried calling King Solomon too, he didn’t pick, everybody I tried calling didn’t pick, it was then I began to panic because they will do Landlord meeting because of me if they are still partying at my place around that time.
I was looking real bothered, because I know the kind of parents I have, if I they get to know the shit I’ve been up to, the outcome wouldn’t be funny. I was still looking like someone that wants to cry when I noticed that Mrs. Williams was done showering. Quickly I changed my look, went back to my ‘Fine Boy’ look. I really should shower too, been through a lot too, from the party, to the dance with Lola and all that.
Mrs. Williams came out in towel only after she was done showering, immediately I saw her my testosterone level increased by 170%, how could a woman in her 40’s be that set?!? I mean, I would choose her over Lola and Vanessa, her body, her curve, her cleavage… I was just wishing her towel could drop and her honey pot should be exposed.
Staring at her while she was moving closer to the bed was easy but I couldn’t return the stare when she stared right back at me, I just looked away but I knew she must have caught me staring at her hungrily. I needed to get out of the room immediately or else, I might be tempted to pound.
Still looking away I said “I think I need to shower too, I’m feeling somehow” of course I was feeling somehow. So I stood up and removed my shirt and shoe, thank God I had been hitting the gym before that time, my abs wasn’t all that it but it was still something cool enough to make Mrs. Williams stare for few seconds.
I went into the bathroom with my trousers on, I took time in the bathroom because I was just thinking, trying to think about what could be happening at my place and trying to think about what could happen between Mrs. Williams and I was too heavy for my mind, I needed to spend extra time in the bathroom since that is where we all think smarter.
Finally, I came out of the shower and wore my trousers before coming back into the room. “Oh fuck it” I said to myself when I saw that Mrs. Williams was sleeping already. “So where am I going to sleep now?” I continue thinking, “maybe I should just silently lie down beside her…” or what do you guys think?
Let me just stay on the couch please, so I just sat on the couch beside the bed looking at Mrs. Williams face, Minutes later I was awake watching her sleep, oh my God! Such beauty and extravagance should be worshipped, the idea of sleeping beside her was disturbing me, I found myself drowning in the oceans of desire, I wanted to know how sleeping beside such Sleeping Beauty would feel but I had to chastise myself and ignore the notion. Sleeping in the same room with her is enough for me.
She moved like she was going to wake up, I wanted to act like I was sleeping on the couch but our eyes met before I could pretend, “are you not sleeping?” she said to me. How can I sleep when her aura of beauty and extravagance had saturated the whole room and swamped my soul with desires?
“I was just trying to sleep” I said to her, “I thought you were sleeping” I added. Because the way she woke up and the way her eyes were I could tell she has not been sleeping. “I was just trying to sleep, too many things bothering my mind” She said. What could be on her mind? What could she be thinking? Could she be thinking about…? No, Can’t be that.
“That place won’t be comfortable for you, you can come sleep beside me, the bed is big enough” yeah guys, you read that right, she just called me to come sleep beside her. I was scratching head, acting like I haven’t been dying to be in bed with her.
Mrs. Williams was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and fate had us sleeping in the same bed. She was suffering in the chains of a broken marriage and in the shackles of a Man that doesn’t care about her. She has been acting upon the impulse and that was why she got herself wasted… that is even probably why we kissed too but will more happen? Will her marital issues cause her to be intimate with someone young enough to be her son? If Mrs. Williams and I finished what we started would she be justified?
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Written By inCognito Papi [don’t forget to follow me on Twitter/Instagram: – @inCognitoPapi to know when I’d be dropping new episodes and other gists. Bless!]