MY LANDLADY
On a bright Monday afternoon, Mezie, an impeccably handsome young man, was sitting under the shade behind his apartment, trying really hard to take his mind off his predicament
Blessed with an uncommon kind of cuteness, Mezie was liked by all, admired by so many, coveted by so several women and lusted after by too many women, yet, his attention and heart was just for his wife, Camila.
They have been married for about two years, and though she was hardly ever in Nigeria, because of her business trips, their marriage was an envy to all and sundry.
She was on a business trip to Dubai and that night, Mezie was sitting in front of his apartment, speaking to her on the phone, when a message beeped on his phone.
He looked at the screen of his phone and realized that it was an email from the organization he worked for.
So he hurriedly bid his wife farewell and hung up, to enable him see what the email was about.
Sadly, the downsizing that the organization had embarked on, affected him. He had been relieved of his duties.
Everything stood still and he blanked out.
"What am I going to do now? How can this happen to me at a time like this?" he had thought worriedly, recalling a thousand and one things he needed to do with money, as he sat and talked with his bestie.
He was just sitting out the next afternoon, when he heard his name called loudly from the next apartment.
He listened again, to be sure he wasn't mistaken, but indeed, someone was calling out to him.
"Mezie!" The voice called again, sounding louder, more urgent and more demanding.
The voice was unmistakably Dumebi's, but it didn't carry the sweetness it always bore, but a sense of urgency that made Mezie's heart begin to beat rapidly in his chest
Without a second thought, he sprang up from his seat and raced towards the voice that kept calling for him.
Dumebi, his next door neighbour, a young and beautiful woman, whose eyes always seemed to draw someone in, when looked at, was an epitome of beauty.
She had very large hips, firm but full breàsts, a rather tiny waist and a full and rounded backside, that gave her an amazing hourglass figure.
Her apartment was just next to Mezies, so they always bumped into each other from time to time.
At first, Mezie never went beyond casual pleasantries when they saw each other, because apart from the fact that she wasn't his spec, he was married to a woman he loved with all his heart.
And because Mezie never ógled at her, like other men that crossed her path, she began to develop so much respect for him.
Initially, Mezie wasn't comfortable with the hand of friendship she was offering, but after a while, he realized that she wasn't chasing him like other women he encountered, always did.
So they became close friend, chatting about their jobs and general stuffs.
Most times when Mezie's wife travelled, Mezie found it better to sit over a movie with her, while they talked about general issues that never brought about any thoughts of întimacy.
Their friendship grew in bounds, such that she was always the first to know when he had any issues troubling him, and vice versa
And so, she happened to be the only one to have known about Mezie's job.
Mezie had been so down after receiving the email that Dumebi nearly cried for him.
He whined about how he'd not be able to let his wife know that he lost his job, or he'll also lose his wife.
"But she's your wife Mezie, I think it's best you told her. If she doesn't know now, I'm sure she's going to be madder with you, when she finds out later" Dumebi explained, but Mezie was adamant.
He made Dumebi promise not to say anything that could make his wife know that he'd been fired
Mezie told her of the plans to always leave in the morning as though he was still working, and return home, when other neighbours had left for work.
"But what will you be doing at home? Don't you think the loneliness at home and the extra thoughts of how to keep dribbling your wife, will wear you out?" Dumebi asked.
"Nothing like that Dumebi. I'll take the time to search for other jobs and ensure that I get something before my wife returns.
"Then, I can tell her that I got a better offer and decided to switch. I know my wife, and only me know why I can't tell her about this.
"And don't you tell me about being lonely. You're on leave and won't be resuming until next month. I can't be lonely, you know" he said with a forced smile.
He left the house that morning as planned, and sneaked back into his house when he was sure all the neighbours had left to work.
Mezie locked himself in his room, working for hours on his laptop. He submitted applications in several sites and wrote a handful of instant tests, before he stepped out to get some fresh air.
He had no worries of being seen outside, since the fence at the back of the house, barricaded his apartment and Dumebi's apartment from the others.
That way, only someone coming out of Dumebi's apartment, would be able to see him.
He knew Dumebi would be busy until later that afternoon, so he sat under the tree, hoping to see her come out to sit with him.
But he heard her voice instead, calling out to him with so much urgency.
He rushed into her house from the back door that was coincidentally open, and made his way to her bedroom, where the voice was coming from.
"Quiet now! Just be quiet or I'll slït your throat" Mezie heard a masked man tell Dumebi.
The masked man was standing in front of Dumebi, who was now lying on the floor, with her legs kícked apart.
From where Mezie was standing, he could see the spot between her thîghs, fully thrown in the open. It was so open taht if he had a sketch pad, he'd be able to draw everything from his viewpoint
Her pànties had been rîpped, just like her top. She was lyíng fully nàked on the floor, cupping her mouth in fright as the màsked man warned her again.
"If I hear your voice again, if I hear you call out to him again, you will tell me why you have chosen to chase after a married man, when all the singles are dyíng to be with you.
"For how long have I been chasing you? How long have I been trying to make you see that I want you so bàdly?
"You have simply refused to give me a chance, just like you have refused to give all the other eligible bachelors a chance
"Yet, you're throwing yourself at a man, who doesn't even know you're a woman.
"I waited for so long for you to let me have you, but I realized you'll never let me, so here I am, taking you, whether you like it or not.
"Sorry that the Mezie you're calling isn't a super hero. He's gone to work and will surely not be back until evening.
"I made this plan so perfectly and ensured that I saw him leave for work, before I swung into action" the masked man said mènacingly.
Then as an after thought he spoke up again, asking her not to bother to guess who he is, after all, she has rejected so many people that she wouldn't be able to tell who he is.
"Mezie can't come here. And even if he does, I'll stàb him so bàdly that you'll have a long explanation to give his wife and the police" he thrèatened again, dangling the knife over her face.
He bent over her and cupped her breàsts with the free hand, massaging it with so much glée.
His hand moved to the tip of her brêast, rubbing the nîpplé while he licked his lip in pleasure.
Mezie was running màd, seeing what he was doing to Dumebi, but he also knew that he needed to be careful with his moves.
If the man managed to injure him, he'd have so much explanation to give his wife about why he was at home and what he was doing in Dumebi's bedroom.
He tried to dive the masked man, but decided against it, when he realized that any sudden move could cause Dumebi hàrm, since the knifè was still on her throat
The masked man began to moàn deeply and drew Mezie's attention to what he was doing.
His finger had slid from her brêast down to the part between her thîghs.
Dumebi was crying, but the maniàc was sliding his fingers in and out of her gateway to bliss, teasing the devil's doorway as he did
His prôpagator was pointing àggressively in front of him, and his móans were following every move of his fingers.
"Please don't do this. Please" Dumebi cried when she saw him lowering himself on her.
"Quiet! Do you think I've come here to play? I came here after so much plans so I'm going to get as much as I want.
"You keep crying as though you're not enjoying it, yet you're wèt all over. Be quiet now and stop disrupting the fun.
"Everyone has gone to work, so we have the compound to ourselves. I'll surely go as much as thrée róunds with you today , whether you like it or not
"But for now, I want to start with your thîghs" he told her with a dévilish grin, pushing her legs together to get what he wanted.
Her soft thîghs grabbed bis throbbing hàrdness. And because she was as wet as he said, he was able to glide up and down, letting his phàllus thrust in and out of her thîghs
Dumbi cupped her mouth with her hands, shutting her eyes in shame and pains as he continued to toy with her body.
The masked man still wielded the knife to her throat, as he continued to thrûst in and out of her thîghs, licking her nîpplés with his tongue each time he descended.
Mezie's ànger was reaching a boiling point, his body shaking with ràge, but he just couldn't do anything.
He continued to watch, shocked at how his own nobody was reacting to what he was watching.
It was just like a man watching a pórn film, so whether he was happy with the man or not, he was seeing a propagator, glíding between a women's thîghs, so his phàllus was reacting on a natural terms
He watched on in ànger, waiting for the masked man to slip just a little, and give him a chance to save Dumebi, but he didn't.
The knifè was held firmly on her neck, while he did as he pleased, intentionally not plunging in, because like her said, he was going to take his time.
Then he began to jêrk, suddenly throwing his knifè aside and grabbed her shoulders in a moment of pleasure induced recklessness.
"The idíót is jérkíng off now" Mezie muttered to himself. He moved with the speed of lightening and smàshed the vase of flower he'd been holding on the màsked man's heàd.
Apparently, he applied more force than he intended to and the man froze on the spot, losing consciousness at once, as blood gushed out from his head like a pressure tap.
Dumebi pushed him off her body at once, but couldn't get up until Mezie held out his hand to help her up.
She was sobbing abashedly, trying to cover up her body. It gave her the chills to see her thîghs that were filled with sêmén, but the sight of the face behind the mask that Mezie pulled off, was what made him lose it
Chapter 2
"Holy crap! Ewww ewww!" Dumebi cried, dusting her body with so much disgúst, as though to scrape off his smell and génitàl fluid from her body.
"Oh my world, this didn't just happen. It just didn't happen" She cried, pulling out the bed clothe she was tying around her chest, to rub off the sêmén on her body.
"Come on Dumebi. Please relax and focus on what needs to be done first. You can lament about what this idiót did later, but for now, you need to make him pay for it and you need to get yourself checked
"As you know, I can't let anyone know that I was at home, how much helping you knock him off.
"So quickly Dumebi, before Davis wakes up, call the police and have them take him away from here" he told her and compelled her to make the call.
Davis, a security man working in the next compound, had been making passes at Dumebi, who sternly warned him never to look at her shadow again, how much more, her face.
She scolded him really bad, but Davis would always wait for her to step out of her compound, just to make advances, not caring that they were worlds apart.
The last time he tried to woo her, she nearly wôunded him with the rough shóve she gave him, and that seemed to have kept him at bay.
She was cringing all over as she recalled how the idiót messed with her body, while wielding a weàpon.
"Did you hear me Dumebi? Come on, snap out of it, will you?" Mezie whispered, shaking her slightly.
He got her phone and quickly dialed the phone number.
Dumebi was still standing there, neither moving nor reacting. Her heart was thudding in pàins and her mind reeling with memories of the assàult she was never going to forget.
"Hello, this is the Police help desk, how may I help you today?" she heard a voice ask, jolting her out of her dazed state.
Mezie knew her password, so he had unlocked her phone and made the call as promptly as was required.
"I'm calling to report an assàult. Someone just broke into my house and àssaulted me
"Would you please send a team before he regains cónsciousness?" she asked
The police officer on the phone was shocked to hear what she said about the assàulter being unconscious, but it wasn't his call to ask the questions.
So he quickly transferred the Intel and the address she gave to the appropriate quarter.
A few minutes later, Mezie and Dumebi heard the police siren blaring outside their compound.
Men of the police force swung into action, skillfully making their ways to the described apartment, ready to neutralize the assàulter, in the event that he was laying an àmbush for them.
Mezie had by this time stepped out of Dumbi's apartment, and was watching from the back of the house, as the police got Davis handcuffed, before they started interrogating Dumebi.
"Oh God, don't let her forget everything I told her" Mezie prayed silently, clasping his hands together.
Before the police arrived, he already told her what to say and how to explain to the police that she hít Davis with the flower vase in self defence.
He made sure to make her remain undréssed, just draping the bedsheet around her chest.
Her tórn clothes and pànties were still on the floor, and the room was still as scattered as Davis had made it be
The Forensic Photographer attached to the team was snapping away, ensuring that every single detail was captured, and the Crime Scene Investigator (CSI) was doing his own job
The leader of the team got in touch with their Emergency Medical Responder, to get her to the hospital for medical care ASAP
Dumebi was asked to report to the police station at a given time, to provide them with further information, needed to prósecute the suspéct.
Mezie lay low and remained in his hiding place, until the police left the compound.
Then he rushed to the spot he'd been sitting under the shade and fetched his phone to chat Dumebi up.
He kept in touch with Dumebi, ensuring that he boosted her morale to go through with what needed to be done.
In fact, they kept chatting until she told him that she was outside the gate.
Mezie rushed back into her house through the back, happy to see her looking more like her usual self.
"I'm sorry Dumebi, I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything until that jêrk jérked off on you" Mezie told her, holding her to a side hug.
"It's fine Mezie, you already told me why you couldn't act until when you did
"Thankfully, a psychologist was available to attend to me as soon as I arrived the hospital. From the looks of things, since I don't have any physical ínjury, I'll only have a few therapy session and be done with it.
"The therapist thinks I'm doing so well already, so it's fine" she told him, trying to sound tough.
"I'm sorry Dumebi" he told her again, letting his jaw rest on her head.
They stood quietly for a while, before he let her go, asking her to go change into something good, so they went out.
"You need some time out of the house, to get you some fresh air" he told her excitedly, but she declined.
"No Mezie, you and I know that you're never comfortable with outings, especially since you know that your wife isn't in town
"If she was around, it'd have been a different thing. Please don't let me get you in trouble" she told him.
Mezie knew that she was saying the truth, because like she said, he wasn't one to be seen running round town with a woman that isn't his wife. The only time he's ever gone out with Dumebi was in his wife's company
Yet, he was trying to lift her spirit. He knew Dumebi so well, and he could tell that she was forcing herself to sound as tough as she was doing.
He tried to insist, but she firmly refused.
"Fine, the we'll stay indoors. Who says we can't have fun while at home?" he said, chuckling exaggeratedly.
Dumebi smiled in gratitude, hugging him tightly in appreciation.
"Thanks Mezie, thanks for always being there for me. I don't know what I would have done without you" she told him.
"Oh please stop! What are friends for?" he asked her, pulling her out of his arms and pushing her towards her bedroom
"Now get out of these and put on something suitable" he told her, helping her unzip her gown.
Then he turned to go, trying to give her the privacy to get a change of clothes, but she pulled him back.
"Please stop being formal with me Mezie, you're just like a brother to me. Yes Mezie, you're simply a friend turned brother and it's high time you stopped being like this around me
"Please quit being formal around me" she told him, while she took off her dress.
She was wearing a fancy and s3xy bràssiere and pànties under, and though the sight in front of him made a large lump form in his throat, he didn't show it
Instead, he rushed to her wardrobe and helped her get a búm short. It was high waisted and had very wide legged fit, but it always made her look adorable.
"Come on, why are you standing still? Come get it on" he told a dazed Dumebi.
He held the short to her and watched her put it on, covering the sèxy pànties she was wèaring.
"I'll get you a top" he told her, and hurriedly got her something to also cover the upper part.
When she finished, it seemed she added a layer to Mezie's dilemma. For the first time since they became close, he was seeing her in a whole new light. Maybe because seeing her now made him recall how she looked when she was bútt nàked
The high-waisted bum short she was wearing highlighted her massive bàckside, and the crop top, which happened to be tightly fitted, was hugging her súcculent sisters.
Mezie watched in awe as she put her hands under her crop top and undid her bràssiere hook, taking off the bràssiere in a go.
"Aha! Now I feel like I've been set free" she said with a playful smile, throwing the bràssiere carelessly on the bed.
"Okay Dumebi, what shall we do now? You're not a fan of indoor games like ludo or scrabble, what then shall we do?" he asked her with an uneasy smile.
"Come on Mezie, we have always spent time together, watching interesting movies. Why can't we do same today?" she asked him.
"Well, I was thinking that we could do something different today, you know, something that can lift your spirit" he told her, trying to keep his eyes from the nîpplés that were pushing against her light top.
Dumebi laughed it off and went to the kitchen to microwave something for lunch.
Mezie kept peeping into the kitchen, telling himself that he was just trying to be sure she was fine, until she walked out with their lunch.
His stomach began to grumble as soon as the aroma of the food hit his nostrils.
It was a fact that her food always made him ask for more, but that day, he was starving so bàdly because the drama made him forget that he had just a cup of tea in the morning.
They ate the late lunch quickly and sat down to watch the movie they decided to settle for.
Turns out the channel they settled for, was showing "The Antíchrist" by Lars von Trier. They met the movie halfway, getting to the channel at about the time the main sèx scene between Chàrlotte Gainsbourg and Willém Dàfoe was showing
Dumebi was sitting beside Mezie, resting her head on his shoulder, as she picked pop corn from the plate in front of them.
"Oh look at that! How cràzy can these people be" she exclaimed like a kid... TBC