Sarah’s Serendipity Part 2

This is the concluding part of Sarah’s Serendipity Part 1. In case you missed it, you can read it here. 

So I decided to be Dr. Brown’s girlfriend for the next three weeks and beyond. My well-though out argument why I should just buy his car and send him on his merry way flew out the window in the face of his romance tainted logic. Even when I argued that long-distance wasn’t really my style; Brown reminded me that there was Skype and Facetime. I really didn’t stand a chance anyway, this man knew what he wanted and he wasted no time wooing me.

“Three weeks!” he said.

“That’s all the time I need to convince you that I want you in my life for the long haul”

When Brown showed up at my office the following Friday to pick me up for the weekend, I had a big grin plastered over my face. We had been texting each other via Whatsapp Messenger all week and when my supervisor started giving me the side-eye, I found myself sneaking into the bathroom to reply Brown’s messages.

He was waiting in the parking lot when I got downstairs and as soon as he saw me, he stepped out of the car.

“Hello beautiful”, he whispered, as he planted a peck on my cheek

“Hello, Doc”, I replied trying to be as unaffected as possible by his nearness

“Can I take that?” he said, gesturing for my overnight bag

“Sure”

We walked back to the car, hand in hand. Just like in the dream. I smiled inwardly as Brown opened the car door to let me in. I could get used to this I thought to myself.

Later that night as we lay in bed sated from our lovemaking, I knew I had found my “the one”. Brown’s two-bedroom apartment with its urban-styled furnishings had a home-y feel to it and I felt so at peace in his arms. I loved the way he sucked in his breath as he stared at me after undressing me.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined”, he proclaimed, his hands softly stroking my arms, my breasts, my belly, my thighs.

I rewarded him with a coy smile

“Don’t blush”, I mean it, he continued

I closed my eyes and sighed as he eased me onto the cool sheets. My blood boiled with every sensual kiss, each one deeper than the last. When Brown decided he had had enough of my lips, he proceeded to rain little feather light kisses all over my face and behind my ears.  He continued to kiss his way down wards and when his lips latched onto my taut nipples, I cried in pleasure.  A jolt of electricity shot through my veins as he hovered between my legs, his tongue in my moist center. As Brown continued his tender ministrations with his tongue, whatever shred of self-control I had left was destroyed and I gave in and let myself be sucked into this vortex of pleasure. Time after time that night, Brown drove me to heights of desire I didn’t know existed.

I woke up to sunlight streaming in through the windows. I rolled over languorously, recalling the events of the previous night. Brown was nowhere in sight. I checked my phone; 8:45 am. I clambered out of the bed with the intention of heading for the bathroom to ease myself and winced slightly at the soreness I felt down there.

When I re-entered the room, Brown had set a try of toast, eggs and sausages on the bed.

“Good morning dear”

“Doctor Brown at your service”, he announced. “Breakfast is served, your Ladyship. Bon Appetit”, he continued

I dissolved into laughter at Brown’s sense of humour.

“S’il vous plait, joindre à moi”, I returned

“Slow down, French Professor” he cautioned.

“I hope you brought a couple of outing clothes”, Brown mentioned as we ate.

“We’ve got a wine tasting at noon, a book reading for 4 pm and dinner reservations at eight”

“It’s your turn to slow down, boyfriend”, I countered. “You should have asked me first”

“Well, let’s just say I know what you like”

I couldn’t complain. He had read me like a book

Brown cleared the breakfast tray while I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I stepped into the steel and glass shower cubicle and pulled the lever on the wall in front of me outwards to turn on the water. The heat of the water surprised me and I relished the feeling of the residue of the night’s exertions being blasted from my skin. I was pondering what it would be like spending the day with Brown when I heard the door to the bathroom open. There was a rush of cooler air as the cubicle door swung outwards and he entered the shower.

I handed him the bar of soap and we proceeded to soap each other. I was aware that we were pressed for time, but that didn’t stop me from running my soapy hands across his nipples, over his belly and downwards; coaxing him until he became hard. He grabbed my hand to still my hand motions and spun me around so that my back was against his and my nipples were pressed against the cool tiles. I shuddered as he entered my velvety softness, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge of the precipice until we tumbled off the cliff together in sweet release.

We lingered in the shower, washing each other; our soapy caresses were merely warm and friendly after our hurried coupling. We dressed quickly and headed out for our day together.

Whatsapp Messanger

Dr. Brown: Hey Beautiful!

Me: (blush smiley)

Dr. Brown: The rate at which you blush, one would think you had a permanently pink complexion

Dr. Brown: Just to let you know I’ll be out of town this weekend

Me: What’s the matter?

Dr. Brown: Nothing. I want to spend some time with my parents before I travel.

Me: Ooookay. But I’ll miss you

Dr. Brown: I’ll miss you too, hun

Me: (sad smiley)

Dr. Brown: I’ll only be gone a couple of days. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back.

By the way, my lawyer is drawing up the change of ownership papers for the car. We’ll have all that sorted out once I return. I love you, Bae

Me: Ok dearie. Love you too

A couple of days away became a week because he had to put some things in place before he travelled. I missed him terribly I couldn’t complain. After all, they were his family and he wasn’t going to see them for a long time. When Brown finally returned, we concluded the paper work for the car and we went out to dinner to celebrate.

“A toast to your first car”, he proposed

My smile was weak, tinged by the sadness of knowing he was leaving in two days.

Brown’s flight from Lagos to Boston was for 8:50 pm. We had planned we would meet at the airport. The minute the clock struck five, I was out of the office in a bid to beat rush-hour traffic. Airport parking was a drag but I finally met up with Brown at the airport waiting area.

As I approached him he stood up from his seat. He was holding a toddler in his arms. As I got closer to him, a Caucasian lady who had hitherto been sitting also rose to stand beside him.

“Your description does her no justice”, she muttered

“At least I tried”, came Brown’s reply

“Hello, Sarah. It’s so nice to finally meet you in person. I’ve heard so much about you”, she offered cheerily, stretching out her hand for a handshake.

I looked from her outstretched hand to her pale, oval face. My eyes moved quickly to Brown and he averted his gaze. My brows were knotted in confusion; I could feel a headache coming on.

The lady slowly dropped her hand and continued,

“My name is Vanessa. I’m Brown’s wife and that’s our son”, she gestured towards the toddler cradled in Brown’s arms. And that was when I looked at the kid closely and saw that he was decidedly mulatto.

“Brown!?”, I ventured, part question, part plea.

I wanted him to tell me this wasn’t happening. That it was all a sick joke

“We’re in an open marriage” she explained.  “I really wanted to meet you earlier and maybe invite you to our bedroom if you were up to it but Brown said you weren’t that kind of girl. Now I see why he said that”

Brown finally spoke up, “I’m sorry you had to find out like this, but the time was so short”. “I… sorry we still want you in our lives for the long haul; I wish you would agree to share our bed with us”

“Yes”, I heard Vanessa say.

“I’ll be joining my husband in a couple of months and we were thinking of sending you an invitation to the States once we’re finally settled”.

The tears finally came, feely and unbidden. How could Brown do this to me? How could they use me this way? So all the while I thought Brown was special and he was “the one”, I was simply an experiment for him and his ‘oyibo’ wife.

I turned and stumbled blindly out of the airport to my car. I have no recollection of how I got home but all I can say is I am alive to tell my story.

Sarah’s Serendipity Part 1

Finally I decided that my days of walking, hopping on and off buses and taking cabs in Lagos were about to end because the rains had finally come and in Lagos, when it rains it pours. I couldn’t endure yet another year of Lagos rains in this condition.

I had been saving for a car for a while so I called my only male bestie and told him we needed to go car shopping.

“Mark I need a car”, I said without preamble as he picked up the call.

“How soon?” came his reply

“A.S.A.P. Can we go car shopping on Saturday?”

“Sure.”

I smiled inwardly as I hung up. What would the world be like without good friends like Mark?

Saturday’s weather was even drearier. The rains beat upon the earth with such ferociousness you would think there was a quarrel between earth and sky. Mark and I were out in the rain driving from one car lot to another in search of a car suitable enough for my budget. After hours and hours of fruitless search, we finally decided it was time to head home.

I sagged into the passenger seat of Mark’s car staring at my muddied feet. He gave my shoulder a squeeze and I sniffled, next thing I knew he was laughing so hard. I wondered why he was laughing and I told him I wasn’t finding it funny at all.

“When you want to buy a car, you need to be patient. Else you will end up in regret”, he said, all traces of laughter gone from his voice

“You trust my judgment that’s why you brought me with you, right?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Don’t worry; I’ll make sure you get a good car. That’s a promise”

I sniffled even harder.

The rains continued to pelt the streets of Lagos in the following weeks, turning them into small streams and tributaries. I on the other hand continued to pester Mark about getting me a car.

Blackberry Messenger:

Me: Mark, where is my car

Mark: I saw one (mentions model and year of car), but I don’t think you will like it

Me: I’m tired of hopping buses in the rain (insert crying emoticon)  

Mark: Do you want to try Cotonou (Benin Republic)

Me: Noooooooo. I hear they are all fraudsters there

Mark: Good. Be patient. We haven’t exhausted all the car lots in Lagos.

Just when I was beginning to believe that the witches in my village were behind my inability to get a good car, Mark turned up with some useful information. His colleague’s friend was travelling to the United States for further studies and wanted to sell his 2006 Toyota Corolla.

“His name is Dr. Brown. Call him now” urged Mark

“You bet”, I replied

“Hi, Dr. Brown, my name is Sarah. I understand you have a car for sale”

“Yes I do”, came a rich baritone from the other end of the line.

“When would you like to take a look at the car?” he continued

“Saturday looks good”

“Saturday is fine.  Are you on Whatsapp, so I can send you the address?”

I felt it was a little odd that he wanted to send the address via Whatsapp when a simple sms could have done the job. I dismissed the thought from my mind and called Mark to tell him we would be seeing the Doctor’s car the following Saturday.

Later that day on Whatsapp Messenger:

Dr. Brown: You have a beautiful face to match your voice

Me: And how can you tell?

Dr. Brown: Your profile picture. How did your day go?

Me: Cold, wet and stressful.

Dr. Brown: Sorry about that.

Me: You haven’t sent me the address

Dr. Brown: I’m sending it now….

As planned, Mark, his car mechanic and I made the trip to go and see Dr. Brown’s car the following Saturday. Mark and Dr. Brown started discussing cars while the mechanic went to work looking at the car beginning with the engine. I went to sit in Mark’s car for the mechanic to finish.

By the time the mechanic was done, Mark and the Doctor were still discussing cars so animatedly I wondered how anybody or group of people could be so enthusiastic about a piece of machinery. From where I was sitting in the car, I watched Dr. Brown as he laughed at something Mark said revealing gleaming white teeth. I got out of the car intending to break up the emergency male bonding session that in my opinion had gone on for too long. As I approached them, I found myself staring up into Dr. Brown’s deep-set chocolate brown eyes framed by shaggy brows.

“I’m sorry to interrupt this discussion, but can we go now?” I asked shifting my gaze to Mark

“Sure thing, boss” Mark replied in mock salute.

I turned on my heel and strode back to the car, with Mark following closely. I only got back to the car when I realized I didn’t say goodbye to Dr. Brown.

“I hope you like it”, came his rich baritone from behind.

“I didn’t know you were following me”, I answered, turning around only to find him so close I could smell his aftershave; it was a light, airy scent.

“And miss the chance to say goodbye to a beautiful lady?” “Not in my dreams”

I found myself blushing at his compliment.

“We can start the paper work on Monday”, I offered as I got into the car

Mark was waiting when I got in.

“He’s a cool one to know. Pity he’s travelling soon”

“Hmmm”, I grunted

Whatsapp Messenger:

Dr. Brown: Home yet?

Me: Yes

Dr. Brown: How is your boyfriend?

Me: Who?

Dr. Brown: Mark

Me: He’s not my boyfriend

Dr. Brown: Seriously?! (Surprised smiley)

Me: Yes. We’re just friends. Why?

Dr. Brown: I like you. You’re even more beautiful in person

Me: (tongue out smiley)

Dr. Brown: I don’t have a girlfriend

Me: How is that my business?

Dr. Brown: Will you be mine?

Me: I thought you were travelling in three weeks

Dr. Brown: Travelling, not dying

Me: Well, no

Dr. Brown: Can I at least take you on a date to seal the car deal?

Me: Maybe

Dr. Brown: Let’s write our little story. And hope it ends well. I’m not promising heaven and earth but all I know is I’ll be nice. Both indoors and outdoors

Me: Whatever that means. Have a good night

Dr. Brown: I really wish you were mine. I wish you would give me these three weeks. Your heart is all I need.

Me: To do what? Break it?

Dr. Brown: To mend it. I’m a doctor, I mend. I don’t break

Me: Goodnight doc. It’s been a long day

If only the handsome doctor knew the effects his words had on me? I lay in bed long after I ended the chat thinking of what it would be liked to be kissed senseless by Dr. Brown. I wondered what it would feel like to be held in his embrace and stroked by his warmth. When I finally fell asleep I had the most beautiful dream. In the dream, I was walking through a field. The wind was in my hair and the sun was in my eyes. Rose petals were strewn everywhere. Someone was holding my hand, gently guiding me through the field. When I looked up, I saw Doctor Brown smiling down at me.

To Be Continued……

 

The professor and his lady

I suppose it was an easy choice for Jite to decide I was going to be the Compere of her special day. After all I had emceed her elder sister’s wedding two years before. The fact that I have known Jite for the past 15 years helped my case in more ways than one. For her, it was Dawan or no one else. Jite called me many months before the wedding to “reserve the date oh”. According to her, she didn’t want me to book another client for that day hence the early call.

It is not every day that you come across a couple who have five degrees between them. They met for the first time in a Lecturer’s office at the Delta State University where they were once undergraduate students in the department of Chemistry. Theirs was indeed a cerebral match made in heaven.

Due to demanding schedules I was unable to meet with Jite and Voke (her husband) before the wedding but I communicated a lot with them via telephone and email. Let me fill you in on a secret, I have been blessed to work with really extraordinary brides and Jite is no exception. She was reassuringly composed, self-assured and pleasant as opposed to the tense and anxious brides I have heard about but thankfully never met.

Jite had requested that I keep it short and simple and I followed her request to the letter. The guests had so much fun from my seemingly spontaneous quips, jokes and anecdotes. While feeding each other as is customary at wedding receptions, it was stirring to watch them launch into conversation about God-knows-what. In fact the platter of cake was literally suspended between them as they engaged in a tete-a-tete. I teased them about the kind of conversations they would have as a couple. Where ‘normal’ couples would discuss the weather, they would be discussing the Sulphur dioxide content of their neighborhood using bio indicators.

I love to introduce games to add fun to and spice up events and during the how-well-you-know-your-partner game, Jite brought her superior dancing skills to the fore. She was rewarded with thunderous applause from the audience at her flawless performance of the sekem dance. Voke too was not left out on the fun as he shkoki’ed his way to the middle of the hall to give his bride a kiss.

Just as Jite had requested, the event ended early but little did I know that the fun was just about to begin as the Deejay repeatedly dished out danceable tunes. I think that if you can determine how successful a marriage will be by the amount of time the couple spends dancing on the wedding day, Jite and Voke would definitely have an uber-successful marriage.

I wish Mr. and Mrs. Voke Abafe conjugal bliss.