Chapter Eight

For some reason I wanted my first kiss with Faith to be really romantic and I couldn't say why. Eyes closed and hands in position, out lips grazed each other slightly and then they connected the second time.

I'm not exaggerating when I say this but I indeed felt sparks for the time. The kiss lasted for like a minute but it felt like eternity.

Nothing came close to the feeling of being kissed by Faith, what was this? Why'd it feel different from when I kissed Yvonne?

After the kiss that I didn't want to end for obvious reasons, I looked into her eyes and smiled. She smiled back and mouthed the word"wow!".

"So, can I look for my senses where I lost'em now?"

I said whispering into her ear.

"Nope, the police station is closed till tomorrow" she replied.

"Oh geez!, first it was Santa Clause who promised me gifts and left my lagbaja depressed, now it's the police? When will I meet the one who's going to be normal?" My unsatisfied mind thought but the satisfied part was smiling and still thinking about the kiss.

I guess she didn't want to do anything else at that point so I asked what she'd like us to do.

"So, what should I do with all my senses lost in you? I can't think, feel, smell, or see anything but you... you know that, right?" I ventured.

"How about we sit by the pool and watch me watch people?" she suggested with a playful smile.

"Alright, your wish is my command, confessor," I replied. "But give me a minute, my dick is still awake." (Where the hell did I get the courage to say that? Boy, I was really in the groove!)

"Naughty boy, you're so dirty minded" Faith laughed.

We made our way to the pool, her leading the way while holding my hand. I stayed close behind.

"Am I falling in love with Faith? Or this is just a crush or should I call it an infatuation?" I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't realize she was now holding my hand on her lower back, really close to her ass.

That's when it dawned on me that I hadn't touched her ass. My hands were completely furious with me and they had this to say afterwards.

"What exactly is going on with you dude" I felt my hands sending a neuron to the brain.

"Okay, how on earth are we yet to touch and feel this ass, We had those boobs within our reach and you didn't put us on them?! The only thing you could lay us on was her hip! The hips!".

"Guys chill!, He was only being a gentleman, I liked it". The brain responded.

My right hand wasn't quite impressed with that and said "Of course you did, Get thee behind me Ye brain of little touch".

"At least you all have seen some form of action tonight, all I got was an unfortunate ejaculation. I've been aroused more times than I can count and still no damn action!" Lagbaja sent his neuron and at this point I started feeling the lower abdomen pain again but I couldn't tell anyone, especially faith cause I... Well there was no point.

I snapped back from the realm as we got to the pooI side. Luckily there were two empty chairs, I sat down and Faith sat on the one next to me.

Looking around, all the guys were either carrying their girls on their laps or they doing shady things on the chair.

I caught a glimpse of Faiths thighs again, they looked smooth and thick, it felt the dress she was putting struggled to hold them in place and might just rip.

Remember I said most of the people at the poolside were doing shady things, I wanted to ask Faith to sit with me, hoping something might happen from there but I decided not to be pressured by my environment.

"Babe, I feel sleepy" Faith said, laying on the chair.

'We could definitely use the privacy' I thought.

"Okay give a few minutes, I'll be right back babe, gotta look for Asamoah so he can give me a room key". I replied as she nodded her head and layed down on the pool chair.

At this moment, the fun wasn't inside anymore as people were making their way outside. Some were eating barbecued chicken, drinking from red cups and a lot of them were smoking cigarettes.

I got to the front of the house, I spotted a crowd huddled together—a rap battle was going down.

"Ehhhhhh? RAP BATTLE? I must murder someone today!" I thought to myself, remembering my glory days as the self-proclaimed Rap King of my secondary school.

But man, when I got there... These guys were spitting bars in perfect phonetics, British accents, and even the white kids were throwing down—and they were GOOD!

(Note to self: maybe don't claim to be brilliant when you've only been the best among average people.)

I knew better than to stick around and embarrass my "crown" (imagine a small-town King trying to flex in the King of England's kingdom—that wouldn't end well).

"Wassup, seen Asamoah?" I asked a familiar face from church, who pointed me in a direction.

When I got there, I watched two girls I'd concluded were hookers entering a particular door, with a bouncer standing guard. He blocked my entry.

I was about to pull my smooth-talk routine (you know, the whole "we're brothers, don't be like that" approach) when Tobby appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me.

He pulled me to a quiet spot. "GUY! What are you doing near the Slick Sliders Lounge?"

I looked at him, confused. "Slick Sliders? I thought that was just the party name."

"You have no idea what kind of party you're at, man! This party's budget is 15 million naira. You think Michael and his friends could raise that kind of money? Or that it's just coincidence his parents aren't home?"

At this point, I was both scared and confused as I listened to Tobby... though honestly, his midnight breath was almost as concerning as this revelation.