My Journey

BITTER SWEETNESS

(18+)

I had little choice. I just had to accept my

fate. I was going to spend my first few

weeks in Enugu with Mr. Darlington Agbo;

dad's childhood friend. It was now my own

time within the school curriculum for the

compulsory Industrial Training popularly

known to students as IT. After extensive

search for a proper firm that will offer me

both the needed experience and financial

assistance, myself and dad settled for one

pretty decent firm in Enugu. They offer

technical services to telecom companies

and that defined my field every bit, but

what didn't do quite that, was the location;

Enugu. We had nobody there and would

mean I would have to settle in faster than

usual; which can be utterly difficult.

The search was on, for any kind of friend who

knew a friend that knew a friend that stays

in Enugu but the result was always the

same; none. We almost then settled on

finding an apartment first hand when

suddenly dad bumped into Darlington at

the recently concluded trade fair after what

seemed close to ten years. They had lost

any form of contact. Darlington, who we

used to know as Uncle D as kids, had

moved to the east after getting married

and that literally severed ties with my dad.

Dad quickly got into conversation with him

which led to his asking about myself.

"He is

a grown man now" dad must have said,

"looking to move to Enugu for his IT".

This stirred Uncle D's interest the more and

before the conversation was over, he fully

knew I was still in need of an apartment

and being currently based in Enugu,

offered to assist us in accommodating me

while the search lasted. The arrangements

were soon fixed and I was set to make the

trip. His apartment was not the nearest of

places to the firm in question but who

cares at this point? At least I could afford to

enjoy the use of some decent apartment or

so I thought, until I could find myself one

that will serve me for the remainder of the

six months I was scheduled to spend.

It was in September that I eventually took

off for Enugu. Of course, as the start of the

story suggests, I was not very keen about

this. Reason being that I had always

disliked seeming to be some kind of source

of discomfort to a family even though the

family had been the ones who sent the

invite in this case. There was also the case

with my girlfriend too. We had broken up

but I was still currently hoping on getting

back into the relationship. She had caused

me to wish I never dated her but

somewhere in my heart, I still missed her

and really wanted her back but I was never

going to make the first move. She had hurt

me and must show some kind of remorse

towards her act. This was looking ever

more difficult now, considering that I would

not even have the privilege of using my

presence to stir this into happening.

However, all of these were eventually

dropped back home as I journeyed to the

east. It was a Sunday and I arrived towards

evening. My journey had appeared less

stressful than I had envisaged. They were

all at home or so I thought, judging by how

full the house was; and they easily received

me. Their apartment was cozy and nicely

furnished. It was going to be hard to miss

home in such a comfortable environment.

A movie was playing and just after the early

expected enquiries about my trip, my

people and whether I had been to the state

before, of which I gave a firm no, I quickly

settled to see the movie with them while

eating the plate of Sunday rice they had

served me. It was also a good time to take a

more withdrawn but closer look at the

family. Uncle D of whom I had always felt

was a talkative was as expected, on top of

his voice, analyzing every single scene that

played before them. Despite being in his

mid-thirties, he still had this trait. I would

always think it is the only rather ill habit he

had as he was generally a decent man. Tall

and well built with a look most girls will still

die for. The others seemed to find him

comfortable despite his many analysis, and

his excessive talking only made the time

fun. Sitting next to him was girl of about

twenty. She was beautiful and I easily

passed her for his daughter but was not

sure how that was possible, given that she

was fair in complexion while D was dark.

She also spotted a nose that was unlikely

to come from D or his wife. I did not know

much about his family before now so could

not tell how right I was. Another girl who

also looked like the first sat close to her.

Beautiful too and I easily noticed how she

stole quick glances at me. I was not

flattered, I had experienced that all my life

being the natural looker I was.

This continued as long as I knew but I felt it was

too early to begin making any advances

towards any ladies now, given my mission

in Enugu. Uncle D's wife was the only one

sitting directly opposite me. Looking

obviously beautiful and younger than D

you could tell she just got into her thirties.

She had what seemed a firm body and her

curves were perfectly at the right places.

Even though she was yet to stand since I

walked in, I could tell from her sitting

position that she was just few inches shy of

six feet. However, she had been quiet all

along apart from the period when I arrived

during which she asked me of my trip and

ordered one of the girls to get me

something to eat. Since then she had bore

a rather indifferent look. She sat quite

conservatively with both legs kept

together. Even though she had her eyes

fixed on the TV, I still did not think she was

overly interested in what was playing

before her. "Does she really like my coming

here?" I remembered asking myself coming

off what I interpreted to be a worried look

on her face. I was not going to give any

damn thought to that, after all, they

placed the invite. In a month or less, I

should be out of there anyway.

There was also a guy in their midst who I easily felt to be either the houseboy or the driver

judging from how he sat and where.

The day gradually rolled by and soon

enough, I was already making my bed for

the night. I had been shown one of the

bedrooms and was told it was for one of D's

daughters who was in school. The girls I

saw earlier where actually their nieces who

visited. They had two daughters and both

were all in school. "Mind how you use the

bed" Mrs. D who I later learnt was Onyinye

by name, said to me as I stepped into the

bedroom "the supporting wood is failing".

This might be the truth, but the manner

with which she said it, made me sense that

feeling of dislike once again. She did not

want me in their home. It was obviously

bare this time. My only question was, how

much of this would I bear until I found my

own apartment?

She was at the kitchen the next morning

when I got out of bed. I had slept too much

that morning for no particular reason I

could muster. Uncle D had left and so was

the dude I thought was the houseboy.

Myself and Onyinye were the ones left at

home. It seemed that she was a full

housewife or probably got out of a job

recently. As I stepped into the kitchen, I

was a bit taken aback. She was chopping

some onions on the kitchen counter for a

fry and so was backing the door. She was

putting on a short and a very skimpy one.

Of course it was her home and it could

easily be explained since she just got out of

bed but that cannot cover for the fact that

it totally tells how Unclad she was

underneath. It held so firmly to her

buttock's cheeks which were so very round

and pronounced. Her hips jiggled and

swayed the same time as she chopped the

onions, poured them into her fry and

stirred them. I was completely taken. "I

didn't know you were up" she stunned me!

I had been caught staring and I could not

place a cover on this one. "Ehhmm…yea. I

just walked in. Good morning" I fluffed

back. She had turned now and was making

it to the sink at the other corner of the

kitchen giving me a clearer but also very

impressive view of her b0s0m! This woman

was beautiful, I had to say and she had a

body to kill. The camisole top she had over

her upper half was crimson red and silky

but that does not tell that it dropped

rather low giving viewership to the deepest

cleavage I had ever seen! I made for the

fridge, picked a bottle of water and walked

away. I must not tell too much that I was

feeling good about what I was seeing. This

woman had not shown any reason for me to

think she likes my being here so I must not

also begin placing another burden on her

by making her think I am being a

significant threat to her faithfulness to her

husband. I opted to remain low.

The day crawled by. I was seriously bored. I

had used up all the charge on my laptop

and seriously needed something to while

away time with. Onyinye was appearing

more and more to be the introvert. She

hardly had said a word to me after the

incident in the kitchen. She had served me

breakfast and lunch and had told me to

come and eat on both occasions and that

was the much I had heard from her. I was

only taking consolation from the fact that I

had little time to spend in their apartment.

Not long after Uncle D soon returned home.

I had learnt now that he was a

businessman who dealt on building

materials and the guy I have been seeing

around was his sales boy. He was almost

my age and had been friendly so far.

After

exchanging pleasantries and getting to

know how our days went, Uncle D quickly

went for the TV. I was also beginning to see

it was popular past time around here. Not

long after, Onyinye who had been staying

at the bedroom all along, served him

dinner and found a place beside him. She

had changed cloths. She was now wearing

what seemed to be an old shirt over a

suede skirt. She easily started a

conversation with him and at some point

even involved me! "B***h!!" I swore to

myself, "she had purposely stayed off me

all day. She really could talk when she

wanted". I tried not to show any willingness

to flow with the conversation but it was

really hard to pull off. In fact, I had to laugh

after a particularly funny comment from

her. She was really in total control here and

I could do so little about it. She maintained

eye contact and gesticulated good enough

to explain herself. But just as the

conversation looked to get deeper, I saw

something very unusual and I froze! Right

before me; at the very particular spot

where she sat on the day of my arrival; her

legs were parted and weirdly spread;

slightly angled towards me with her skirt

ridden up to her mid-thigh! She was

presenting me an upskirt! I had to quickly

pull away my eyes, reassess the situation

to reassure myself that this was reality and

not a dream. We were three in the living

room with her husband inclusive and from

her sitting manner yesterday, it was

obvious she could not possibly be the same

person with her legs so casually parted

that way. This was not possible! I returned

my gaze but not to that previous spot but

to her face and there she was looking at me

in the face, telling her story of which I was

not following anymore and maintaining a

radiant smile. I had to be sure it was a

mistake on her own part and had to stare

again at the parted legs certain she would

trace and follow my stare as I did. And yes

they were still parted and in fact more

revealing. I could now see her inner thighs

and the various ridges that formed its

roundness. I was scared her husband would

see this and was even more scared he

would catch me watching too. I stood and

walked away into the kitchen. Right there, I

had a glass of water and gave my J0yst!ck a

little pressure to counter the slight

s£nsat!ons I was already seriously

receiving. When I felt I had recomposed

myself, I walked back into the living room.

Uncle D had finished eating and she was

packing up his plates as I walked in. "I was

not going to see those scenes anymore" I

thought to myself. Really felt sad about it.

Uncle D was speaking of using the toilet

which told me he was thoroughly satisfied.

I moved my attention back to the TV now

but that was not for long as Onyinye

stepped out again into the living room. I

would hardly not think of her presence now

after what happened earlier. She made for

her seat and as we kept on with the TV she

soon continued with her talk but now

directed towards me. It revolved more

around the talent hunt playing out on TV

and I was now convinced this woman knew

exactly what she was doing. This was the

same lady who had avoided me all day

when we were actually the only ones

together but has entirely thrown herself

open now the hubby was at home. I needed

to tread carefully.