The remainder of the week Natasha stayed with in the boys hostel and you can guess what happened during the stay especially at night. The week was coming to an end and so my journey back to Nigeria drew closer as well. We spent the day high and the nights drowned in pleasure. On different occasions there were some guys coming to check in on me from time to time but other than that we weren't disturbed.
One night after our usual escapade she joked that even a dildo wouldn't have widened her hole the way I did. I could only smile to that. She was getting better at blowjob, she would probably be a five out of ten. My stamina was also increasing like I had some God given trait. We'd have sex anywhere , we didn't even need to ask for permission to access each other's body . We were like animals in heat period.
Then a day before my flight back to Nigeria Natasha had to go back home much against her will. I told her that her friends may start to worry about her and a bunch other reasons just to get her off my back. The truth is that I didn't want her to fall deeply in love with me and I felt she was falling deeper and deeper in love with me with each passing day . I was sure going to miss her but I was also sure that I was not returning from Nigeria in the next ten years and by then all feelings she had for me must have died.
After packing I made sure I smoked all my remaining pot so as not to waste any or leave any behind because I heard weed was still illegal in Nigeria. Then I slept soundly, fantasizing about fucking Natasha in the plane in front of everyone thousands of feet in the sky.
I was really going to miss her body. Anyway , the next day was a Tuesday, I was supposed to be having a graduation party at the school but I really had no interest in those kind of social gathering. I call a cab and put my things in the trunk of the car as we then set off for the airport. An hour and thirty minutes later I was forty thousand feet in the air gazing at the clouds. I chatted with my friends through out the journey and Natasha sent me nudes almost every hour of the flight. We had different stops but other than that it was a bit faster than when I was leaving Nigeria. I called my mom to tell her that I just landed and she was already there waiting for me.
As I drag by bags in , I see my parents not too far away. For some reason they weren't smiling. We Greet and they lead me towards the car. I notice some distance between them both. Well, technically it was my mom pulling away from my dad. I ignore what I saw and try to imagine the feeling of getting high on some jet fuel. We enter the car and shut the doors only to start talking. I don't know why but I feel like the conversation between me and my dad was always an awkward one, because it always ends with lessons and advice and growing up my mom was my only parent to me.
"Ahem"
I look towards him, now what? Anytime he clears his throat he's either about to get serious or his about to scold someone.
" Daniel ekezie..."
Ekezie was my Nigerian name . If any one of my parents call me by that name then shit just got real.
Fuck. Did I do something? Was I snitched on? I've never been caught in possession of marijuana before so what trouble could there be? A lot of stuff ran through my mind and I wasn't really listening anymore until..
"...getting a divorce. I really..."
"Wait, what?a divorce?", I interrupt. "You're getting divorced? Why ?" I ask again.
At this he was left speechless. Growing up I was really an honest child who rarely argues and obeys straight on without any questions asked but this time I was a bit confused. Of course I've heard of couples divorcing but I thought Nigeria was different and once you're in you're in it for the long run. I didn't know what to think. My dad was thrown off balance . He must have practiced the speech before telling me but my single question threw him off.
"Well, I really don't know what to say to you but maybe it's just not God's plan".
I look at my mom who's been quiet the entire time,she seemed distant at this point.
"Mom?"
She comes back to her body at that.
" Yes Daniel, it's exactly as your father says. I'll be fine, we'll all be fine but we need some minor changes ."
So divorced huh? I didn't know what to think, surprisingly I wasn't feeling any negative emotion at all. I'm not saying I was happy but I was just there existing. It's this feeling I usually get when i get high and want to think deeply.
"Ok." I say. They look stunned and keep staring at me .
"Uhm, just ok?" My mom asks.
" yeah , ok. Mom you've got to understand I'm no longer a child , this things are not foreign to me anyways." Truly many of my friends parents were divorced and in the society we live in today divorce was very common thing.
"I'm glad you being man and treating this more maturely," my dad says, while my mom shot him a disgusted look. To be honest they weren't really the best couple , if I had cared I would have noticed the uncomfortable atmosphere growing between them lately but like I said I wasn't paying much attention.
" there's another thing though, you're mother moved out two weeks earlier to her sister's place so things would be a little distant with us. "
I kept quiet. I notice he was trying to hold something back for some reason.
"So I'm going home ?"
"Of course."
"Ok"
"—.."
He looked like he was about to add something but just gave up the idea. As we go on back home the journey was awfully quiet but I didn't mind. I was quite costumed to how divorces work. We reach a bus stop and my mom gets down only after telling me countless times that we're going to be ok.
"Ahem".
'Here we go' I thought.
"Daniel, I couldn't tell you this in front of your mom but ,Uhm , let's just say you have a stepmom."
I just keep staring at him. Now? You chose to tell me this now? when our house is just a turn away?! Impeccable timing . Smooth ,real smooth.
"Please respect her , she not the course of all these. I'm not asking you to treat her like your mom I'm just saying you should at least make comfortable around you. At least."
"Ok", I respond nonchalantly.
At that we reach the gate and honk. The gateman rushes to open the gate. When we enter I see two women and one of which come to hug my dad and then comes to drag me on the cheek.
"Aunty Patricia. Good afternoon ," i greet with the widest smile I could offer. She was my dad's younger sister and she's just left college last year, she was a real sweetheart.
"You're so tall now and almost as strong as me ," she says while smiling.
"Oh yeah?" I respond cheekily. She still sees me like a child, making jokes that only kids would blush to but I can take it all with a smile, after all she meant good and we had a close relationship.
We were still talking while the we carried my bags up to the house.
The house.
Did I forget to mention that my dad was a billionaire in naira and a millionaire In dollars. Yeah, so the house stood on two and a half acres of land a magnificent home indeed fit for only the cream of the crop. When he was younger he used to live at the Beverly Hills together with all those famous celebrities but when he got married to my mom he had to come back to be closer to his family. The mansion had nine rooms and eleven bathrooms. If not for the fact my dad didn't want to spoil me we would have had a butler. Unfortunately, his only son and child was overseas smoking weed like no tomorrow. Life .
I look ahead and I saw the second lady with my dad hugging closely. This must be the woman.
"Hey,"
"Ahem ," my dad fakes a cough.
"I mean Goodafternoon ma ". My culture and my tribe pays much attention to greeting and children paying respect to the elderly but I don't give a fuck about that, however, now was not the right time to create a bad impression.
She smiles. She looked at most twenty five years old and I couldn't help but notice a tattoo on the left side of her chest. And dear God that was some chest. She was busty and had a very good figure one that could make models jealous. She didn't wear heavy makeup and she didn't need to. She was gorgeous. I see why my dad left mom. She looked like she was still in college but she didn't have the childlike air most college kids still have.
" how are you Daniel,I've heard much about you "
Apparently she was a close friend of aunt Patricia.
"Congrats on graduating from high school, you seem like a smart kid and you really had fun back there "
If by fun you meant annoy the teachers and smoke weed unceasingly then yeah , I had plenty of fun.
"Oh thanks , miss.."
"Right, I'm Veronica but you can just call me Vee or Vera.."
"Aunt Vera," my dad sternly interrupts as if trying to force me to respect her. She smiles at dad and then turns back to me.
"I think we'll have a lot of fun when we get to know each other"
"—-..." mmhmm yeah. Right now however I was lost because she kind of tilted and damn those perfectly rounded pair of boobs almost fell out of her blouse . I was instantly mesmerized but regained quickly or so I thought. Fuck not now bro. Daze jnr could not stop erecting and I was having a hard time keeping him in check. I tried my mantra that I developed over the years to distract my mind from stuff like this but my mind definitely didn't want to be distracted from this boobs haven.
My dad frowned he probably mistook my silence for rudeness. I couldn't bother with him now but I flash a smile at least to seem polite but my dick was still rising and more I try to divert my attention the more it seemed aroused. Luckily I had a my school bag strapped behind me, so I quickly changed its location to the front to cover up the monstrosity of a dick.
I instantly rush up to my room after the pleasantries and lock the door. I stay up there while my dad moves to the pent house with Vera. I video chat with my friends and call Natasha to share with them my arrival. Few minutes later I sleep off and wake up in the evening to watch tv. I go downstairs and i see my dad and aunt Vera in the living room also watching tv. I tried to sneak out but my dad has a supernatural sense of hearing and he calls me to watch tv with them. Celebrity game night show was on at the time and it was convenient for me so I sit down and enjoy but I seemed to get uneasy with Vera around or maybe I'm not just use to seeing another woman in my dads arms. I actually feel sorry for mom. I don't have a problem with Vera but I would never agree that mom was the cause of the divorce in this case. With corner of my eye I see dad whispering something in her ear. I better leave before I see old man porn.
"Well, oook", I say getting up. They both look at me.
"I need to go move around I'll be back before dark", I say.
Aunt Vera chuckles, "it's dark already but since you want to leave so fast you can go to the game room, there's a PlayStation 5 there."
"What?!", barely holding in my excitement. I was actually beginning to like this Vera more and more.
I rush up to the game room only to receive the shock of my life. Everything I ever wanted was right there before my very eyes , and it seems that someone usually plays here. I start playing FIFA and was quickly absorbed into the game but then a telephone rang.
"Driiiiiiiiiing"
Every room has a telephone for communication within the house. I pause the game and reach to answer.
"Daniel could you come down, dinner is ready."
"Sure."
So I rush down to grab my food, fried rice with chicken laps but that wasn't the only lap that was bare. Aunt Vera wore an almost translucent night gown. Saying the gown was short is a severe understatement . My brain reaction slowed down a lot.