Chapter Nine

"The Slick Sliders are a brotherhood," Tobby explained, "made up of rich kids from Nigeria's top schools—both secondary and university. That lounge is members-only. Everyone in there contributed to this party. And get this—this isn't even Michael's house like we were told. Most of these guys' parents are either Masons or something similar."

I was drowning in confusion. My mind raced: So my friend of six months was this deep? Things like this actually exist among the rich? Man, what has this world come to?

My thoughts were interrupted by Tobby: "Me, I'm just here for the DJing and girls! You better figure out why you're here before something happens... By the way, where's Yvonne? Been looking for her everywhere."

YVONNE! That fake Santa Claus? Tsk... I thought to myself.

"She said she was going to sleep in one of the rooms," I replied casually. "Don't know which one exactly."

I'd lied to Tobby, of course. You think I wanted him to go finish what I started? No way! Let Yvonne sleep..

I was still processing the shocking revelation about the party when I left Tobby chatting up some girl. I headed back to the poolside where I'd left Faith, only to find that same guy from earlier sitting in my spot, talking to her.

"What's with this guy? Doesn't he know better?" my jealous mind screamed in protest.

When Faith spotted me, she brightened up.

"Hi baby, seen him?"

Let me ask you all a few questions.

Has your girl—or the girl you're trying to win over—ever made you look special in front of another guy to the point where you started feeling sorry for him?

Or has she ever been extra nice to you just to make another guy jealous? If this hasn't happened to you before, either you're lucky (and I pray it stays that way), or you're about to become someone's tool.

"Ummm... nope," I answered Faith, watching her face fall into a disappointed frown.

"Niggi," I said to the dude, trying out my newly learned slang from Tobby, "wassup now? How's the party?" I threw on my best 'YOLO' expression.

"Cool bro, just perfect," he replied with a look that clearly said "Damn! This guy again."

After a brief conversation with the guy whose name I didn't remember, he stood up and left and I picked up a towel by the pool side to cover Faith's legs because I could see her black lacey panties when I stood directly opposite her.

Funny how that didn't give me a hard-on then but now it does.

When I did this, she knew what I saw and I could tell she was turned on by it. At this moment, I couldn't stand any longer as my stomach pain got worse.

"Ok, I can't stand any longer, I am tipsy I guess".I told her in my fake borrowed accent. But tipsy? That was a balant lie, I was in serious pain.

"Wanna lie with me?". She asked.

At this point, nothing surprised me anymore as I jumped into the chair with my dick print now visible from my trousers.

But as I was sitting down, I saw Asamoah outside holding a bottle of strange shape. Five months later, I saw that same bottle on a Rick Ross's Video.

I didn't bother to go meet him, because I couldn't walk and right here, I just discovered my reason of being there. (Because this sexy girl wanted me here I thought.)

Laying on the chair she was laying next to me, resting her head on my chest.

"Now that's a heartbeat of a hungry lion," I said, guessing she was listening to my racing pulse.

"Oh please shut up," she laughed.

The worry about my breath had been weighing on me, so I decided to just come clean.

"Man, you didn't tell me to brush before coming. Now my mouth smells like food particles," I confessed.

"Ewww! That's so gross!" she laughed, but her left hand traced across my chest. The touch sent electricity through my body, from my brain down my spine, through my arms, and my already hard dick.

"Oh please! Don't tell me you can't smell yours too. I'm just trying to be a gentleman here! Did you even brush?" I teased back.

"Oh shut up! I can't hold my breath any longer!" she mock-protested, her smile showing she was enjoying our honest conversation.

Seeing how she appreciated the honesty, I decided to confess something else.

"Actually, I'm having a stomach ache from all the butterflies you've given me in the last few minutes," I said casually, as if commenting on the weather.

"Awww! Sorry, how may I help?" Faith asked, her expression filled with genuine concern.

"I could do with a little massage," I replied half-heartedly, not expecting much.

What happened next caught me completely off guard. Under the towel, I felt a cold touch that made me jump – for a moment, I thought it was a snake. When I realized it was Faith's hands on my stomach, I froze, surprised by her willingness to help.

As she applied gentle pressure, I noticed the stomach pain that had been bothering me began to subside. The soft background music added to the therapeutic atmosphere.

"How's the pain now?" she asked in a whisper that reminded me of Yvonne's voice, though the similarity ended there.

I found myself at a loss for words. Whether it was nervousness or simple surprise, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that my eyes had closed involuntarily.

It's no longer news that I wasn't sessxually active so feeling this way from a girl's touch was not something to be ashamed about right?

Although I did start to imagine the hand somewhere lower and just as I was thinking her hands started moving lower.

"Wait... It's moving!, It's coming to me!. It's reaching for me!". My dick screamed with excitement as Faith's hands slowy slid over my navel.

I thought feel her hand down there any moment but boy was I wrong.