Make Out gone wrong!!

The sun is drooping down, in the sky, radiating heat to the people of Badagry in Lagos Nigeria. Bared of the numerous skies, the heat is unforgiving but as always, it is not enough to stop the people from going about their activities along the estate road.

A car drives by and stops by a gate, from which a young man highlights from black vehicle. He has a sharp cut by the left of his head, sporting an undercut hairstyle. His dressing is quite simple and stuffy in a way as he wears a harsh colored tight trousers, a long baggy white colored shirt, black boot sneakers and a blue denim jacket, despite the blazing heat.

He soon walks into the drive way of Deola's home and silently moves to the door, all the while dabbing his face occasionally and twirling the red rose wrapped in the transparent plastic casing as the aromatizing cologne airs about him is being burnt out by the heat.

He has squarely shaped jaws, tanned skin, the perfect model look and he is no one else but Nathaniel, the ex head boy of LakeView College.

With a tip of the knocker, he knocks once and waits. When he gets no response, he knocks twice, then thrice and four times in series.

And at the fourth time, the door is opened to him.

"Hey, Good afternoon, Brother Nathaniel." Comes the cheerful voice of the girl adolescent before him.

"Good afternoon, Last born." He replies, scratching her short dread like hairstyle while she giggles, her soft blue silk gown swaying in the process.

"Who is there, Ana?" An older voice calls out from behind the door, making Ana turn back to reply.

"It is brother Nat!" She replies, skipping away to the voice source as Nathaniel enters, shutting the dorm behind him.

He leans his upper torso forward in a partial prostrate, a hand to his sneakers as he greets the mother of the house, Deola's mum who stands in center of the sitting room, hands to her hips in her full brown gown.

"How are you, Nat?" A masculine voice resounds off from the side of Nathaniel.

With surprise in his eyes, Nathaniel repeats the same gesture of a partial prostrate to him.

"Good afternoon Sir and Ma. I'm fine sir." He says, rising up.

"How was Prom, Nat?" Deola's mum asks, taking the remote of the AC in her hand as she swirls to the AC.

"It was fine. Although I didn't see Deola around. But I later heard she left the event because she was not feeling well." Nat replies, just as Ana skips past him, humming a song of her own, away to the curtain opposite him.

She pushes the edge of the curtain and soon vanishes, just as Deola's mum moves to take a seat opposite her husband.

"Yes, it's true. She came home in a mess, which is against..." Deola's mum is interrupted.

"So, I assume you're here to see my daughter, eh?" The man says.

He is a middle aged male in red checked shirt tucked into his black belted trousers and a little streak of brown at the edge of hairs beside ear, at his teddy. There is a square rimmed pair of glasses seated on his nose ridge while a loose black tie hangs on the arm of the sofa he seats on, a stool infront of him, having a remote control for the television.

"Yes sir!" Nathaniel nods to him, ignoring the glare that the man receives from his wife.

"Well..." Deola's mum says. " Go on up, I'm sure you'll find her there, in her room." She says, smiling as she waves to the curtain.

"O-ookay!" Nathaniel says, following her hand.

"Young Man, we are not done talking." The voice is cold and full of dread as Nathaniel freezes on the spot.

"Richard... What is it? Let him go and see his Friend, na?" Deola's mum shot out.

"Sweetheart, the friend of my daughter is also my friend too." Richard smiles sweetly to his wife, while winking to Nathaniel.

"What is this? Since when has that been the course?"

"What?" Richard replies, exasperatedly. "Don't your want to find out how the prom went?"

"I refuse to border on that topic. Since you decided to let my child go to that pagan ceremony, I've decided not to discuss it with you here. Please, Richard, don't open old wounds." Deola's mum fumes as the atmosphere becomes very tense for Nathaniel who looks from left to right and right to left, bordering between the two parents.

Just then, Deola pushes through from the curtain and exchanges glares with her parents.

Can't my friends come to visit me without you guys acting up infront of them?" Deola erupts, her face scrunched in rage.

To think her parents would go to this extent even before Nathaniel?

Deola has black shorts and black tank top on and a gray pair of slides. The shorts are really tight and accentuate her soft curves, both at the side and behind, giving intense emphasis to her feminine appeal to the extent one could say, her sexuality scents out.

"Nat, I'm sorry. Good afternoon." She says, holding his shoulders as she stares into his eyes.

"Well, look at that! So Romantic. Give her the flower now." Richard clapped his hands in enthusiasm.

"Flower?" Deola asks, looking to her dad after noticing the left hand of Nathaniel is behind him.

"You guys go up. Okay? I definitely am going to get a scolding from my wife now and I don't want you guys here." Richard chuckles, shooing them away while Deola's mum chews on her lower lip, fuming.

Deola moves, holding the revealed hand of Nathaniel as she leads the way.

"Hey you too... Just because you're gonna be alone in the room doesn't mean there's sex available. But you can go ahead so long you don't get caught. " Richard laughed, pointing a finger at them while Deola facepalmed, rolling her eyes.

"Richard? How could you say that?" His wife turned on hum, standing up towards him.

Seeing her walk to him made his face pale as he gulps.

"What? Sweetheart, I was just teasing?"

"Really? Teasing? You do know you're planting things in their head." her eyes bulge in rage.

"Hehe..." Richard chuckles nervously.

"AAAAAARRGH! I'll need to sanitize this house with holy water after the profanity you mentioned."

"Hehehe...Holy Water? Is it that serious?" Richard chuckles nervously again, scratching his chin.

"What do you mean by that?" She flings a printer finger to his face. "You want demons to start residing here because of those words? What am I even saying... Richard, you're not going to eat food here until you fast for 21 days."

She bends lower, hands to her hips.

"And don't you dare get food outside, Richard. Or I will take you to purgatory by my own hands." Deola's mum erupts into the face of a now sweating Richard, despite the Air Conditioning.

***

"Well, it never gets old." Nathaniel exhales while Deola shut the door behind him. "Never does!" He sighs oncemore, while Deola smirks but frowns as she sights the rose in his hand that is hidden behind his back.

"A rose for me? or your girlfriend, Nat?" Deola whispered to his left ear, pushing herself between the bathroom door and Nathaniel.

Nathaniel turns to face her squarely, their breath caressing the others face.

"For you, alone, my heart beats." He rhymes, putting a hand on the closed door an in the process, trapping Deola between himself and the doors.

Seeing this, Deola reaches for his hand that holds the rose and brings it up front. With a blush, she picks the rose out of his hand and flings it away towards the bed, on the ground.

"Hey..." Nathaniel whispers, turning to look at the flower. "You don't like Ro.... uuummm..." He moans just as he turns his back and Deola captures his lips in one daring move.

His eyebrows lift high up in surprise as Deola's kisses his lips intensely, grabbing the back of his neck to caress his nape while the other of her hands roughs his chin towards her lips.

Seeing this, all the surprise in his eyes vanish as he takes initiative. And in a flash, Deola is pushed back against the door, Nathaniel actively kissing against her.

His tongue swirls into her mouth, beginning a wet mesmerizing, tussle of superiority, Deola's hand which formerly held his nape now rubs up and down his back, pushing him into her.

He feels her feminine towers, the succulent mounds of breasts on her chest beginning to solidify into pointy tips that prick against him and excite him as well, forcing a moan out of his lips.

Enthused, Nathaniel drops his hands to her body as well, guiding one to assault caringly the mounds of breast that excite him, feeling their ripe succulence radiate love, sending sparks of light over him.

Nathaniel is excited and Deola enjoys it as well as she reciprocates, her fingers digging into his back.

She pulls off to gasps for breath, waves of sensual lust rolling over her as she licks her lips.

"You're hard!" She giggles softly, a hand rubbing the length of Nathaniel's erection.

"Oh... Fuck, Dee.." Nathaniel moans, seeing as Deola licks her lips, watching her hand do magic to his clad male dragon.

Not wanting to lose out, Nathaniel jams her back again on the door, locking lips with her. He follows up with a hand slipping in, through her shorts into the soft, wet, alluring milkiness of her sex, earning a series of moans from the eyes shut Deola.

"Oh... Oh.. oh my God! Ah... Uhmm... Ahh... Tade" Deola moans softly as Nathaniel unhooks her short button, allowing his hand to slip in without hindrance as he begins to dig his fingers into her wetness.

One finger, two fingers... three... It's all going in and Deola is moaning uncontrollable, her head thrown back.

"Ah... yes.. Ta... Tad... Tah... Uhmm... Faster Ta-Tade..."

Nathaniel pauses, withdrawing from kissing her neck. Seeing this, Deola opens her eyes, panting sensually, licking her lips. She pushes him, stroking his still clad dick, towards the bed.

At the edge of the bed, Deola goes into rampage, ripping through his buttons before Nathaniel holds her hands.

"Chill... I don't have another shirt." Nathaniel grins, removing his buttons.

While he does that, Deola bends over, unhooking his belt. After she releases the latch, she zips down and digs into his boxer, releasing ye erection that throbs massively in her hands.

Without a second thought, she goes to her knees, sucking the tip of his dick as she would to a lollipop. After lubricating the tip, she opens wide her mouth, taking in the dick slowly, as Nathaniel moaned above her.

And then, she sucks out...

And in...

And out again...

She sucks, Nathaniel sucks in air, her tongue rimming into the opening in his dick, sending spasms of pleasure through Nathaniel and her as well. until his dick starts throbbing hard.

"I'm about to... uhhh..." Nathaniel moans, raising her up to her feet.

On her feet now, Deola pushes him into the bed and He falls without hesitation as she pulls off her tank top, her plump mounds falling into view without restraints.

"My My... You're really naughty."

"Take me, all of me." Deola said, seating on his lap, while she held his dick and leaned on to him.

"My turn!" He grins, turning her over, his teeth nibbling on her areola.

"Ah... yes, Tade... you're so fucking Goooooood... Ahhh... Uhmm... Ta-Tade..."

"What?" Nathaniel frowns, raising his upper body from her as he stands up. Deola looks at him with an expectant look but Nathaniel does not oblige, completely standing up to his feet.

"Who the fuck is Tade?" He whisper yells just as Deola seats up in askance.

"What?" Deola returns fire. "What are you saying?"

"No, you tell me. You keep moaning Tade. Tade up and down. Mind telling me who this guy is?" He almost screams as his eyes widen in anger.

"What? Are you crazy or something? When did I do that?" Deola retorts, standing up.

"So you wanna play dumb, right?" Nathaniel fires back, unwilling to give up as Deola hooks her button and wears her top.

"You know what? When you're done, get the fuck out of the house." Deola replies coldly as she opens the door to leave.

Shortly after, Nathaniel seats on the bed, rubbing his head.

"I swear down... She was moaning Tade. Who the fuck is this guy... Just when I was about to actually fuck her, she moans another guy's name, not mine?"

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Author's Note:

I wish I knew who he is too... Poor Nathaniel.

But do I sense an obsession from Deola over Tade now?

plus, why does it feel Nathaniel is only after sex with Her?

Hmm...I wonder why!