He watched as her laughter died down, her smile replaced with a solemn look. So beautiful, he thought. "But let's reserve that for when I do kiss you." He took her hand and led her to the dining, knowing that the stiffness of her hand was because she was thinking about what he said. "I have an invitation for a party, come with me."
Still zoned out, she didn't reply.
"Solia?"
"Eh? Yes, no, I'm not coming."
He smirked. "I did not ask you. It's the day after tomorrow, do you have a dress or should I get something for you?"
"Brother Abubakar," she pleaded.
"I saw this dress and I thought of how nice it would look on you, we should check it out later." Then he winked playfully at her. "I'm going to take a bath, you have two options, the first one is to join me, the second is to watch me." Soliat laughed. "You know I've always had this fascination about you watching me bathe and sometimes when I do bathe—"
"Stop right there!"
It was his turn to laugh. "When I was twenty, do you know your father told me to leave the house?"
"He did?" Surprise flashed in her eyes.
"He feared I would take you to bed, especially with the way we were always together and how you would jump on me whenever you saw me."
"He always exaggerates."
"That was not exaggeration, Solia, do you know how many guys would have taken advantage of that ? I was twenty, knowing the pleasures I could get from a woman and you were always around me."
"But you do not see me as a woman. And as I remembered, you did not leave until I was much older, what happened?"
"If I had left, who would have taken care of you when leeches in form of guys came your way? You know Yasmin would never mind you."
"But you still allowed those leeches to date me," she reminded.
"What's a girl without a little dating experience?"
"You always have a word for everything. I'm going."
"You're not going to join me or watch? The offer is very much open." She didn't turn back to look at him, but he knew from the heaving of her shoulder that she was laughing. "I'm going to leave the door open," he shouted after her.
She shook her head in amazement as she turned the knob of the door. Then she remembered she hadn't asked what time they would go for the dress. She didn't even want to attend the party, but Alhaji would wrap her and drag her if she refused. So she hurried back to the dining to ask him. He wasn't there, how had he moved so fast? She went to his room. "Brother Abubakar?" She knocked on the door, it was already opened. Without thinking, she stepped in.
"You came?" His voice shot her into remembering what he had offered.
"No, no, I came to ask what time I should come back for the dress." But before she turned back to the door, he had already shut it.
"A deal is a deal."
"I did not agree to what you said."
He smiled, one that didn't reach his eyes. "I agreed on our behalf. What is it going to be?" He took a step toward her, covering the distance between them and bent to reach her so that their faces were inches apart and their breaths fanning. "Are you going to take off your clothes or you're just going to sit in front of the bathroom?"
She took a step back. "Y…you want me to bathe with you?"
"That's what I said earlier." He followed her. When she took another step back, he smiled. "I love chases, Solia, you should have noticed, and particularly, I enjoy chasing you. So?"
She gaped at his face. "You're serious?" Her voice came out in an unintended whisper.
He groaned. He wanted to kiss her, but he knew it would end with her naked in his bed, moaning under him, her innocent blood smeared on their both organs, and he didn't want to scare her like her father had, she wasn't ready for him yet. He withdrew from hovering over her. "I won't touch you, Solia, I promise. It would just be a bath. There's nothing to be shy about, I've seen you naked before."
"But that's different, I was a child back then, now I'm a woman and you're a man."
"Do you see me as a man?"
She blinked at him. "But you're a man."
"Do you see me as a man? Let's start from here, you need to start looking at me like a man, a man who would look at you and feel what other men feel."
Her heart thudded at the image of him naked, at the thought of her naked body for his view, and the realization that he was serious. "But I can't ba..bathe with you."
"Then you'll watch, come." He did not give her the chance to protest, and led her to the front of the bathroom. "Don't take your eyes off me, Solia. If you do then I'll come out and drag you in and then, I can't promise not to touch you." Slowly, his eyes locked on hers, he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off in one go. He unzipped his trousers and pulled it down. There was a visible bulge on his front and as he hooked his thumb inside his boxers slacks, he felt his hardness raging against its constraints. He took off the last piece of clothing on him and noticed Soliat willing her gaze to remain at his face.
He walked to the bathroom feeling his hardness throbbing. Allah! What kind of torture was this? He turned on the shower and got under it with the hope of a salvation. But he didn't find any. He groaned and stopped the shower. When he looked at Soliat, her eyes were zeroed on his aching length, he groaned again and without restriction, circled himself. Then he started to move his hand, going forward and backward, imagining that her mouth was wrapped around him. He was looking at her and she was looking at his moving hand around his length. He bit his lips to stop himself from moaning her name. Why had he asked her to watch him bathe? Why did he torture himself that way? His hand was moving faster now, steadier and he grunted as the pleasure built up. He felt his muscles tensed, felt his length hardened and at his last thrust, his seeds spurted all over the bath floor, and he freed his length from his hand and it jerked his release. He closed his eyes as he felt the wave of orgasm surge through him. His grunts filled the bath room and he panted.
When he opened his eyes, Soliat was no longer in the room. He threw his head back and let a dry laugh. He thought of going after her but decided against it, he had exposed her to a new experience and he wondered if she ran out because of embarrassment or because she was turned on. He imagined it, her hot slickness shimmering in between her leg, and he imagined himself between her, his face latched on her womanly flower, his finger probing her open to prepare her for himself. His hand started moving again, and when he had this release this time, he couldn't stop moaning her name.
Soliat did not know how she made it to her apartment without anybody noticing there was something in between her leg, something hot and wet. She closed her eyes and reeled the image back. Why would Brother Abubakar do that? And his length was so big, it terrified and excited her, she could not stop her eyes from looking at his hand and what he was doing. Although it was a first time for her, she was learned enough to know what he did. But not why he did it. She grew her pillow over her face and groaned. And why it had excited her. Why hadn't she stood her ground and say she wasn't going to bathe with him or watch him bathe? She had watched a man bathe, and touched himself, and he had looked at her while doing it.
Unconsciously, she touched between her legs and let her fingers stay there for a while before brushing them aside. It was so stupid. Then she remembered the dress and sighed into her pillow frustratedly. She wouldn't go, she couldn't face Alhaji yet. This was not one of their children play, he had bared himself before her, touched himself while looking at her, and definitely, it meant something.
She changed out of her clothes and took a bath, too aware of the wetness between her legs, but when she stepped into the bathroom, she regretted it. She was naked and she imagined that she had decided to bathe with Alhaji, would he really have not touched her like he promised? But they were two grown adults, it was different when he used to bathe her as a child.
She closed her eyes and focused on bathing, and when she finished, she changed her clothes and dived into her bed. Sleep and forget about Brother Abubakar, she told herself.
A knock on the door awoken her and she rubbed the grogginess off, feeling frustrated. She reached for her phone to check the time and saw that she had slept well into the evening. The knock persisted and she got off the bed. She opened the door before considering that it could be Alhaji, and thankfully, it was not him but his courier. He smiled as he gave her the package and she weighed it and thanked him half mindedly. She shut the door before he could say something else and unraveled the package. It was a dress, the dress Alhaji told her about.
She gasped as the sparkling bodice caught her attention. It was beautiful, the sleeves and cleavage were made of net and a floral embroidery. The gown was a dark shade of purple, having its own corset and a hip liner that accentuated everything a woman could ever have. Inside the package was a matching hijab and a small box that she opened to reveal a nose ring. She laughed, leave it to Brother Abubakar to be thorough.
Without thinking, she picked up her phone and called him. He picked on the first ring. "Brother Abubakar!"
"You like it?" He sounded out of breath.
"Kai, this would suit me perfectly."
"I told you. When I saw it, I saw you in it."
"But this should be expensive."
"You keep seeing me like the little boy who waited for his sister before having what to eat."
"It's hard to change an established impression. Thank you, Brother Abubakar."
"You're welcome." He paused. "I noticed your tattoo, it's fading, you should get a new one. I have a place in mind."
"No, I already have my stylist."
"Can I come?"
"No." She was excited about the dress, but she wasn't ready to face him yet.