Dial episode 19

DIAL
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Sequence 19
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For a brief moment I met the rigid set of her teeth, but I could taste the sweet tangy bourbon on her lips.
My arms went around her, and I wrapped her closer and tighter, warmer and intimately. She murmured under her breath, and then her teeth parted, and she admitted my tongue.
It was a raging fire that consumed us in an instant.
It wasn’t desperate or frenzied, but gentle and sweet. We just stood there, kissing gently, making it seem like forever. She gave as much as she received, and when my lips blazed down her throat she groaned deeply and curled an arm around my neck, her breath coming in short wheezes.
My hands slid down the incredible curves of her hips, and I slowly cupped the sweet mounds of her derriere. She shuddered, and for one brief moment she went absolutely rigid…and then with one deft movement she slid out of the circle of my arms, leaving me panting.
She looked at me for a long time, her brow slightly puckered, her face a little anxious.
“I need more drink,” she whispered, and I raised my eyebrows at her.
“No, you don’t, Dede, dear,” I said gently. “You’ve had enough drink already as it is, and you’re going to have one helluva hangover tomorrow. I think you need more time. Go have a rest, sweetie. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
I saw the conflicting emotions raging through her, reflected on her face. She wanted to go ahead, and yet she was being held back by a great inner turmoil. I wondered, briefly, if she were still being torn apart by the fact that I had been close to Akos.
I smiled at her sadly.
“I’ll go to bed too, Dede,” I said gently. “Goodnight.”
I knew that if I stayed I might be tempted to go for her again, but she was the one girl I didn’t want to make love to if she didn’t want it. Apart from the fact that she was Nana Bosomba’s sister, the truth also remained that I didn’t want to hurt her, in any way.
Maybe, in a way I was changing because, not very long ago, I would have had her by any means possible.
Feeling terribly sad for a moment, I turned away from her and approached the security console, and then I set the security combination that locked the house down from intruders…total lockdown. This combination would bring down hardened metal sheets from the roof that would encompass the whole mansion, and activate screaming alarms if breached, and send a call to five police stations.
Then I walked dejectedly out of a side door that led to a wide corridor. At the end of the corridor were two huge doors shaped like angels. The right one led to my father’s bedroom, and the left one led to mine.
For a moment I hesitated.
I had not been in my dad’s room since his death, reserving it as a form of shrine. It seemed to me that entering the room would make reality sink in that he was no more. Always, when I was alone in the gigantic mansion, it always pleased my heart when I believed that he was still around me.
I opened my door and went in.
The huge bedroom yawned at me. It was probably the most beautiful bedroom in the world. Huge, elegant and breath-taking, it had always brought me joy, but that night I only found crushing waves of loneliness in the room.
Feeling a deep pain within me, I undressed slowly in the middle of the room, and then I moved toward the glass-fronted bathroom naked. I took a look of myself in the mirror. Same white hairs on face, but the cornrows on my head, tied into a sort of sexy bun on top of my head, gave my looks a rather appealing sort of vibe…but I still looked like an old man.
I moved to the bathroom refrigerator and took out a chilled six-pack canned beer, and then I drew cold water into the Jacuzzi, sprinkled herb and fragrance extracts into it, and then I slipped slowly into its cold embrace.
I drank two cans of beer, and try as hard as I could, the tears slowly seeped out of my eyes.
And then the bathroom door opened, and she was standing there.
Tall, graceful like a gazelle, elegant, indescribable.
She came in slowly, almost hesitantly, and when she saw me lying in the Jacuzzi, my head on the headrest, she stopped, and then she slowly unwound the sash of her gown, and the two sides of the bathroom gown fell open.
I saw her legs, as sleek and beautiful as the entrance pillars to heaven. The flat planes of her belly rose to her breasts which were still hidden by the folds of the gown.
But I didn’t have to wait long. She grabbed the edges and slowly took it off.
She was a human angel.
I had never seen such artistry beauty. Her figure was incredibly symmetrical, a perfect coordination of mind-boggling human parts, and I felt like an invader just looking at her.
She came and stood very close, and suddenly I could see tears in her eyes.
“Dede!” I whispered, but she shook her head, and smiled sadly.
“Don’t speak, Yao, please don’t,” she murmured tremulously. “We’ll get married after this.”
“We will get married,” I whispered, my throat dry.
She lifted one heavenly leg, and stepped into the Jacuzzi, her breasts sloping upward delightfully as she came toward me. I grabbed her gently, my hands roaming her silky skin. She shuddered when my hands covered her breasts.
She put her lips on mine, and I kissed her hard this time, hard and relentless this time. Dede squirmed against me, kissing me back hungrily, harshly, desperately. I drew her close, very close, and then I hosed the fragrance off her breasts, rubbing my hands across them, elongating her nipples. My lips found her nipples, and I licked them, one after the other, gently and sweetly, making her jerk spasmodically.
Up she came, impatient now, trying to ease herself down on my turgid member, but that wasn’t how I wanted it. I kept her back, and made her passion rise as my hands roamed expertly over her sweet body. I rubbed the fragrance into her, soaping her body, making her so slippery and bursting with the depths of her passion.
And then I washed her down, and then I lifted her up and put her on the special drying area in the bathroom, the height of technology. She looked at me with eyes glazed with passion as I reached out and switched on the drying flow of air.
As the warm air floated around her body, drying her gently, I saw her gasping with renewed frenzy as the flow brushed across her body and between her legs, giving her more pleasure. I finished hosing myself down, all the time watching as she spread her legs wider to receive more of the warm air, rubbing her hands on her breasts as the air gently caressed her nipples.
Incredibly filled with desire, I joined her on the drying panel. As she came into my arms, I reached out and switched the airflow from warm to ice-cool.
The sudden cold air buffeted her, and she drew near to me, and as our bodies chilled we required the heat of each other’s body. I pressed the remote, and the airflow became colder, and she kissed me desperately, her teeth chattering, driving up her love cravings. I could feel the goose bumps on her body as we strained against each other to get warm, pushing up our passion higher and higher. Desperately she grabbed my inflamed member and tried to ease herself on, but I still held back, driving her crazy.
Her eyes were wide now as she moaned and gasped, unable to take the teasing any longer, needing that sweet unification of our bodies.
“Yao!” she moaned frantically, lustfully, wildly. “Now, please, now!”
I turned her back to me, pressing her close. She pressed into me, barely able to hold on. I lifted her up then and took her to the cushions area, which was a special deep-end fun place made up of soft cushions, warm towels and super-soft pillows.
By that time even I couldn’t hold on any longer, and I didn’t play anymore tricks as she climbed on me and with a deep grunt filled herself. Our unification was beautiful, almost spiritual. I had never felt so connected, so emotionally attached to any woman like this before.
We moved in tandem, in unison, with perfect rhythm.
She was made for love, and slid effortlessly with me as we changed from one position to the next. Her lips were open, her eyes almost shut, her moans mingling with my grunts…
We raced for the edge together, and as she moaned louder I grunted and moaned with her! And then, for the very first time in my life, I hit the summit at the same time as she did…and it was the most incredible, powerful and spiritually divine feeling in the world.
We screamed together and held on together, bucking and wailing together for what seemed like an eternity.
This was magical.
Much later, when we went to my bed, she sighed contentedly.
This was the first time I had brought a girl to my bedroom, and that made her sort of very important.
We both slept almost immediately, holding each other securely.
There was no need to make love again, because that mutual explosion was so deeply fulfilling that our hearts beat as one, and all we needed to sleep was the sweetness of holding each other close.
Later on, at dawn, I came awake with an urgency.
I went to the bathroom to relieve my bursting bladder, and when I was going back to sleep I looked down at her, and saw just how beautiful she was, how incredibly divine she was.
Much more beautiful than any woman I had on my Dial List.
There…
Oh Lord, no, no, no! Help me get over this urge!
She was sleeping naked, and I stood watching her for a very long time, and then my eyes went to the far end of the room where my bedroom desk was, and on it was my MacBook…which contained my Dial List!
“Don’t do this, Yao Biko,” I whispered despairingly to myself. “Please, don’t do this!”
I actually made it back to bed, and began to reach out to hold her, but somehow, the demons in me took over.
I knew she was special, a good woman I should treat differently, but my sickened mind, my diabolic love for the Dial List, simply took over, and I couldn’t stop myself as much as I tried and fought the crazy urge!
Slowly I got out of bed and walked over to my desk. I sat staring at the laptop for a very long time, and then I sighed and slowly opened it with trembling fingers.
With a groan of despair, and then I powered it on.
I fought it…
So very hard, I did fight it, but it was a lost battle, actually.
The Dial List was too important, and I was so addicted to it…and Dede was too beautiful, and her connection to Akos, on the list, was too powerful to ignore.
I just couldn’t restraint myself any longer.
I picked up a remote on the desk, then I pressed a button.
It activated the cameras in the room, and I could see Dede lying on the bed, one of her legs propped up, her thighs slightly open so that I could see the essence of her.
I activated the computer feed on my MacBook, connected directly to the camera feed, and then I began to unload nude pictures of Dede Nortey into my HONEYZ folder.
Later, I cut her nude photos out of HONEYZ, navigated to my DIAL list, and then I put them inside a folder I named Dede.
I could not help it, no I couldn’t.
Oh, Lord! Dear God, help me, help me! Not Dede, please!
It was a lost battle, though.
I entered the DIAL document, and then I hit Number 46.
I typed it out:
46:: DEDE OF WOWO, AUNT OF AKOS OF WOWO.
I was so sad staring at it, and so I quickly saved the document, and shut down.
I walked to the bed and slipped in beside her.
She purred and snuggled closer, and I held her tightly.
I drifted off to sleep…eventually.
And then, I came awake suddenly.
Something had awakened me!
My eyes fell on the luminous face of the bedside clock.
It was exactly four o’clock in the morning.
And there was a loud television sound coming from the living-area!
I wondered I had left the television on the previous night. But even if I had, its volume wouldn’t be this high, and certainly not that of cartoons!
I never ever watched cartoons!
Had an intruder breached my impregnable security system?
I opened the wardrobe under the bed, a secret compartment, and took out my gun. Walking on tiptoes, I went down the corridor to the living-room and threw the door open.
And then I gasped audibly at what I saw!
Nana Bosomba of Wowo, dressed in a white batakari and black trousers, was sitting in my living-room watching cartoons on my television.
I stopped breathing for a split second as I blinked hard, and then closed my eyes for a long time and opened them again.
Yes, Nana Bosomba was right there in my living-room!
My mansion was probably the best protected fortress in the country, if not the continent. My father had invested in security, and I had continued, and so the house was fortified by the best imported security system.
This system included a complete lockdown facility that enabled highly tempered steel sheets to descend from the roof and enshroud the whole building, making it impregnable!
I had activated full lockdown before I entered my bedroom!
My eyes scanned the security console against the far wall, the console that controlled every entry into the house.
All the lights were blinking green, indicating no breach!
Nana Bosomba had not used any of my entrances…and yet he was sitting comfortably in my living-room watching cartoons and laughing with real mirth!
Impossible!
Unbelievable!
Madness!
The television was tuned to Cartoon Network.
Tom and Jerry was showing on the screen loudly, and Nana Bosomba was watching and laughing gently to himself.
Terror gripped my heart!
Yes, real terror gripped my heart that very instant!
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To be continued..