“What are you talking about?” I ask, buckling my belt.
“Look, Lenny. I’m young, but not stupid,” She says, kissing me on the lips. “The last couple of times we’ve been together, you’ve been distracted but your fucking was incredible. Your mind is obviously on someone else while you’re fucking me.”
“Bukki, I…” I start to talk but she puts her fingers to my lips.
“Lenny. It’s fine. We’re not exclusive and I don’t mind being a receptacle for your fantasy, especially when I get fucked like this. I’m using you as much as you’re using me. Too bad, she doesn’t know what she’s missing. If you need a letter of recommendation or anything…” she says laughing.
“Bukki, you’re the best!” I say kissing her and squeezing her ass cheeks, still bare under her skirt.
“Apparently not, but it’s okay,” she says, pulling her panties out of my pocket and getting out of the store without putting it on. “Thanks, Lenny. See you next week.”
A few days later I’m called to the phone at work.
“This is Lenny, may I help you?” I say into the phone.
“Yes. This is Chiamaka Eze and I’m calling to inquire about the book I ordered.” Amaka’s voice sounds so formal.
“You’re calling from home and can’t talk, right?” I answer.
“That’s correct.”
“Let me guess,” I say,
“You want to meet after work?” I’m so excited she called that I can barely contain myself.
“Yes, that’s why I’m calling,” she responds stiffly.
“The bar? Buy your own drink at about 9 pm?”
“That will be fine. I’ll pick it up in a little bit.”
“Just so I have the title correct, that’s the fantasy book you’re looking for this time not the how to book, correct?”
“Yes, that’s correct,” she sounds like she’s stifling a laugh.
“I have it right here. It’s titled, Tickling her Fancy Without Batteries.” I’m almost laughing now.
“That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”
“No. Thank you!” Half an hour later I’m sitting in bar waiting for her, having already ordered for both of us. When she walks in, heads turn. She’s that beautiful. She’s wearing another blouse, light brown this time with a scoop neckline, a black jacket and her ass hugging jeans.
“What?” she asks as I continue to stare at her after she sits down.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I ask.
“Every person in the place stopped what they were doing when you walked in here.” Her face twisted into a grin.
“Thank you,” she says. “That’s a nice way to start.”
“I’m glad you called,” I tell her. “I didn’t know if I will ever see you again.”
“I didn’t know if you would either,” she sighs. “This isn’t easy for me.”
I wait for her to speak again. She’s nervous and appears to be working up to saying something. I sip my drink and wait.
“Lenny, you want to help me solve my problems, don’t you?” she asks, tentatively.
“Absolutely. At least I like to try,” I answer honestly.
“I bet you would,” she laughs. “What I’m struggling with is, why you? With all the opportunities I’ve had for something like this, why should it be you?”
“First, because I know why you’re doing it,” I answer.
“Those other guys want to live out their own fantasies; I want to help you achieve yours. Second, with me, you’re in control. I don’t know your phone number or where you live or if Amaka Eze is even your real name. You decide when or if we meet and you decide if you want to stop. And finally, we have no connection. I’m not going to cause trouble for you at work. I bet you can’t say that about anyone else. This is all about you, Amaka.”
“Wow! You’re really good!” she says, surprised.
“Have you ever considered marketing as a career? I’m recruiting for a few positions.”
“I’ve been thinking about various positions since I met you, but I can honestly say that none of them have to do with marketing,” I tell her, smiling.
“I’m sure,” she says smiling back. “Tell me about your fantasy, Lenny.”
“Which fantasy is that?” I ask teasingly.
“Your fantasy!” she laughs. “Which fantasy do you think I mean? How many fantasies are you harbouring, anyway?” she asks.
“Wow, my fantasy, huh? You sure you want to hear it?” I reach to take her hand, but hesitate. I don’t want to scare her. But I needn’t have worried because she reaches across to meet mine. We hold hands for a minute before she sits back studying me again.
“Yes, I think I would really like to hear how you fantasize about me,” she says earnestly.
“Okay, it starts slowly with just talking and holding hands,” I tell her.
“I want us to do this right. It’s all about foreplay. Sex isn’t just physical, it’s mental too.”
“Thank you. Dr. Lenny,” she laughs.
“Okay, just the fantasy, not the sex lesson,” I say, laughing with her. “After talking and kissing for a while, I’ll start the gradual process of undressing you.” I look her over, again imagining what she’ll look like naked.
“It’ll be fun,” I almost whisper.
“I’ll undress you very slowly, studying every inch of your body as it’s more and more revealed to me.”
“You look like you just undressed me in your mind, how did I look?” she smiles.
“Like a goddess. I answer. And that’s how I’ll treat you. I want to worship at the alter of Chiamaka.”
“It’s Amaka. Please, Lenny, don’t ever call me Chiamaka,” she says, clearly upset.
“My husband calls me Chiamaka. He’s the only one who does, so…just don’t, okay?”
“Sure, sorry.” This woman has more hot handle than a cooking pot.
“Anyway, you’ll be completely naked and I’ll stay clothed while I slowly explore your entire body…”
“Oh that’s precious!” she laughs again.
“Okay,” I say, but there is nothing plain about her.
“I’ve never been with a married woman before and I’m sure I’ll be enchanted by your beauty. Now, can I finish my fantasy?” I laugh with her.
“Okay, I won’t interrupt you again. Where were you, oh yes, I’m naked and you’re enchanted, right,” she’s smiling, but obviously enjoying herself.
