Dilemma

26 Apr

Ok………… Errrm I brought in a very special person (@pulchae) to write this with me and “Boy is she Good?? Hmmmmnnnn” Well Hope you enjoy……….

 

Bode couldn’t help but wonder anytime He gave thoughts to how far He had come, from a childhood where He had virtually nothing to a branch manager at one of the most prestigious banks in the country, it was indeed a tale of From “Grass to Grace”, yet He couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness as He remembered his late parents, his Mum who died while he was still in secondary school, and his Dad after struggling to give him the best education died of a massive coronary not long after he got his appointment letter. He picked a stone at his foot and threw absent-minded in front of him as he strolled, reminiscing about the good old days, his current job, his decision to take a few weeks of leave long overdue, he made a mental note to call his Head of Operations (Hops) for the lowdown on how the day went.

At 33, he could be termed “successful”, and the only achievement left, according to his colleagues is marriage; “Ah” He sighed out loud, that unnecessarily overrated evil, after his girlfriend of 6 years broke up with him a year back, he had put his heart, body and soul into his work, thus conveniently having no time for dating or going out. He was practically bullied into taking this time off by his friends so he’ll have more time to look around and hopefully snag himself a very fine woman that he’ll eventually settle down with.

Humming, Temi kicked the dust with her feet, it was just one of those days that she wished she had never been born but she had learnt to slowly mask the pain that sometimes came at times like this. She did not understand why her life wasn’t any different though, the circumstances of her birth had been perfect, more than perfect in fact. She had been born with a silver spoon surrounded with all the opulence that the world could afford yet it wasn’t enough for people to leave her alone. They tagged her as weird and she remembered all the times she had screamed from the agony that came with the taunts. Who were these people, these aliens that tagged her different because of the circumstances of her birth, it wasn’t her fault her mom was from a different nationality; she had thought that might have been a plus – she had seen movies, heard stories of how people favoured half-caste so why was her case different?

Temila didn’t know she was a beauty to behold hence the hatred from her school-mates especially the girls. At their young ages, they knew the problem this posed for them but what they didn’t know she was as uncertain as they were, if they knew this, they might have put a lid on their envy but they were envious anyway, it couldn’t be helped. Her heritage alone spoke of beauty in all its splendour. She was a half-caste; her mum was birth and brought up by Turkish parents and she was a goddess to behold. Her dad was a prince from the Edo clan, how could a young girl have it all – how could she be so rich and yet so beautiful. So she was socially ostracised by her peers, even the boys were not allowed to speak to her for fear of trouble of their names being written down for punishments by the girl gang leader – the class captain.

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The only person Temila could talk to was miles away, her elder brother Sheifa was studying abroad and her kid sister was barely a baby; she would never understand what her 15-year-old sister wanted to talk about.

“What am I going to do?” she muttered to herself, her mother had brought her up the way a princess was meant to be raised. She was meant to hold her own anywhere and never seek solace in anyone else they take her for granted; and here she was languishing in distress and not knowing what she would do about the bullies and the emotional pain it all caused her. She just couldn’t understand that the beauty she was so unaware of, that everyone saw but her was the cause for the lapse in judgment by her colleagues.

Temila was a breath-taking young woman, at the tender age of 15, she had a body to die for – her curves filled in at all the right places. Her boobs were well rounded B-cups that were beautifully carved like a Picasso portrait and were firm and full. Her hips were just curved at the right places and her butts were nicely shaped work of art; everything so proportionate and unique to her shape, her waist tiny and dignifying to behold. She was a woman through and through and yet oblivious; she had a body like a porcelain doll, so delicate you were afraid to touch it, she was a young goddess and was revered by all who beheld her. She walked the streets and heads turned, mouths watered but because they knew she was from a powerful family, no one dared touch her. She was out of reach for all asking. Her father’s daughter and in turn her father loved his most precious jewel – he loved all his children but Temila had the distinct naiveté of a child and yet possessed so much wisdom at such age old things, her family marvelled. People loved her and that’s why she could never understand the hatred of her school mates and she had to talk to someone or she might lose herself.

It was the last day of school, taking her usual drive around the estate; aware that she wasn’t concentrating due to the fact that she was contemplating whether to own up to her mum or not, though she could imagine what her reply would sound like already “I’m busy baby, talk to your father now” like her father could understand the taunts and jeers of her female classmates? She stopped the car – hadn’t one of the first words of her driving instructor been ‘Never drive in a bad frame of mind’ so she turned off the engine, stepped out of the car and started walking.

Bode continued with his soliloquy until suddenly he noticed a cream, sleek Peugeot 406 driving down the road, such a colour was very unusual for such model since it was only top military personnel and stinking rich politicians that cruised around in such cars. The car suddenly slowed to a halt, to his uttermost surprise a Lady stepped out, without taking a backward glance at the car she slammed the door and started walking albeit aimlessly.

He quickly summoned up courage and walked closer, catching up with her rather quickly; he tapped her shoulders and spoke softly “Hello” he couldn’t help but admire her ample behind a he tapped her once more calling out softly “Hello dear” yet she seemed totally oblivious of the fact that someone was even behind her, it wasn’t until Bode shook her shoulders in a desperate attempt to get her attention before she turned around and looked at him. He found himself looking into the loveliest, warmest eyes ever, though he could see some pain beneath her brown eyes, he couldn’t stop himself from chuckling out loud “Stop staring” yet she seemed not to notice. He laughed out loud and continued “Didn’t your mum tell you it is rude to stare?” he could tell she was embarrassed because her face flushed crimson and she bit her lip as she answered “Sorry”. It was his turn to stare now, such lovely English accent from this damsel, he couldn’t help but marvel at her well rounded bosom, a figure that thousands of girls would kill for, he could tell she was young, 18/19 or thereabout. To quickly hide the fact that he was gaping, he prompted “oh not to worry, I was just wondering why a young girl like you would just park her car and walk off not even bothering to lock up or something, any problem?, I’m Bode Oke by the way” He added.

“Temila Amaso” she replied “I have a bit of school problem and was just wondering how to resolve it” she continued, Bode couldn’t hide his astonishment at recognising her name “Temilola Amaso, the revered princess who her Father cherished more than life itself, the apple of her father’s eyes, his colleagues at the office always had several stories of their attempts to woo her and I turn get her father to bank with them, all to no avail”.

He was still in a state of being incredulous, but Temi had already launched into her tale of woes, Bode half listened and half stared at the way her soft, pink lips were moving, the expressions on her face as she described each experience in the clearest detail, he couldn’t help but marvel at her facial structure, the precise cut of her cheekbone to match her pointed nose, cheeks that puffed slightly as a result of the overwhelming emotions she felt from describing her experience in school. “What do you think I should do?” she said pulling him out of his reverie, he couldn’t help but marvel at the exquisite beauty and the perfect aura that was flowing from Temi, he stepped forward, held her in his arms and gently whispered “You’ll be fine”, He guided her back to her car, opened the driver’s side like a perfect gentleman bade her enter, then he went ahead to join her in the passenger’s seat. Tears were flowing down her face freely, and she made no attempt to wipe them off, Bode reached for her face, brought out his handkerchief and gently dabbed at all the teardrops until she stopped, then he looked her in the eye and said “For a teenager, you sure do have the odds stacked against you, but I believe you’ll get through each and every one of them”; she managed to smile back at him and answered shyly “Thank you”.

Temi could still feel Bode’s hand on her cheek, she reached for it, placed her hands gently over his and rubbed it silently looking away, her chests heaving with each breathe she took, Bode in turn looked closely at her, lifted up her chin and leant forward pausing right at the tip of her lips like he was requesting permission, Temi couldn’t help but open up to him, and he claimed her lips in what could be described as an explosive kiss. At first Temi was so shocked by the suddenness of the kiss, she was immediately out of breathe, but she quickly recovered, and she closed her eyes to savour the scent of his after shave; she gradually opened up her mouth giving his tongue access, probing every corner, crevice in her mouth and taking her to heights of pleasure she had only read about.

Bode was totally lost in the moment, he could taste the flavour of her lips, it was intoxicating yet enticing, he couldn’t help but demand for more, he reached over to place his hands on her breasts but somewhere in his subconscious a voice told him to stop. At first he declined and moved to touch the soft, succulent mould but self-control took over and he brought down his hand, breaking the kiss too all in one motion. He stepped swiftly out of her car, without as much as a goodbye so he wouldn’t be tempted to stay longer; he turned his back and walked off briskly…

(To be Continued…)

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11 Responses to “Dilemma”

  1. hardehyi April 26, 2012 at 11:48 am #

    Can we not go on dis merry-go-round again……… Nice work by the way…… Easing us into the characters was great……………

  2. stifftohbahd April 26, 2012 at 12:18 pm #

    Continued again? *rme* … Exquisite

  3. nura April 26, 2012 at 12:24 pm #

    Very nice. I expect him to go to jail. Surprise me 😉

  4. msphumi April 26, 2012 at 1:45 pm #

    Uve come again wif dis suspense…buh isn’t dat child abuse..azzin d guy is 33 n d gurl is jus 15??!!….jus saying!
    Nice work btw..:)

  5. Ratel (@pc_pepe) April 26, 2012 at 2:57 pm #

    Let it flow please. I hate Suspense. iLike.

  6. Skipper April 27, 2012 at 9:14 am #

    Child abuse, cool story, I could kill u for dis suspense tho, Tolu Oke #BeWarned

  7. BimbyZ April 27, 2012 at 2:19 pm #

    i wee kill somebody o. Ahn ahn na. Nice 1 😀

  8. TTXIII April 27, 2012 at 3:30 pm #

    Nice.
    A few grammatical errors. Some improperly constructed metaphors.
    Still… a pretty good read. But a sequel? *sigh*

    • teekellz April 27, 2012 at 4:26 pm #

      Oookkk.. Hmmmnn would you be kind enough to point out the “improperly constructed metaphors”?? A sequel was just inevitable though… 😀

  9. missodun May 3, 2012 at 3:33 pm #

    Misconstructed sentences…a few wrong use of words…but overÀll..beautiful as usual..

  10. Pensée May 3, 2012 at 10:25 pm #

    i’ll reserve my comment till the time i read dilemma 2….:-)

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