Why?

Thanks to everyone who left a comment on my previous post! I heart you guys, you guys really make me believe in myself. couldnt get round to replying all the comments. im so sowee.

I wrote this a few years ago and thought to share it on blogger since i am in no mood to type a new post...and lets face it copying and pasting is a lot easier!

PS: names have been changed to attempt protect the author's annonymity...from those that have read the story before!

The movie was a chick flick, and so Tunde wasn't really interested. Dinner was a lot better. He had no idea Sister Angela was such a good cook. It was pounded yam and vegetable stew (efo riro). The vegetable stew was like nothing he had ever tasted in his life. There were all sorts of assorted meat, fish, shrimp, locust beans, in short, it was heaven. This was definitely one thing he liked about her. Not that she was bad looking either. Angela had dark chocolate skin, and it seemed to glow even more tonight. Her hair was not covered tonight, and he could see that she had long black hair. He had always been a sucker for long hair. Only if he could just reach over, and run his fingers through her hair.

He got up and packed the plates they used to eat, and headed to the kitchen. He dumped the plates in the sink and returned to the movie- and Angela. This time, instead of sitting on the armchair across from her, he plopped on the couch right beside her. She seemed so engrossed in the movie, and that made her look even more beautiful. Was it the wine he had been drinking earlier before she came in, or something else, cos all of a sudden he seemed drawn to her like never before. Heck! Before this evening, he had never even looked at her as a woman. He must have been blind not to have noticed, she had cleavage, and the blouse she was wearing only emphasized it more.

He didn't know when he reached across, and before he knew it his hand was in her hair.
"Bro Tunde, what's wrong? I just had my hair done o, don't mess it up, or else.."

"What if I mess it up? How about I mess it up, and then take you to the salon to get it done again fair enough?"

She giggled. Her giggle was sexy as hell. It seemed like his hand had lost contact with his brain, cos his hand was now sliding down her neck and shoulders.

"Bro Tunde now, we're just getting to the climax of the movie, and I don't want to miss this scene, stop disturbing me"

In her head, Angela's brain was racing overtime. She liked this guy very much, but things were getting too close too fast.

"C'mon Angela, chill out, I know you want this as much as I do, relax", he coaxed.
"Tunde, please leave me alone"

By this time Angela was frantically trying to get away, but Tunde was bigger and stronger, and deftly removing her clothes. Before she knew it, her blouse was gone, so was her bra, and Tunde was already working on her jeans. Tunde had her pinned on the cream rug in front of the TV. Tears were streaming down her face as Tunde forcefully had his way with her. He didn't even seem to be bothered by her kicks and screams. When he was done, he rolled off her.

There was blood everywhere. She gathered her clothes and ran from the living room, trying to find her way to the nearest bathroom. She locked the door, and hurriedly cleaned herself up. By the time she reentered the living room, Tunde was snoring in front of the TV.

She didn't disturb him, but quietly let herself out of the house.