By Dame Valuta
Lunch zoomed by smoothly. Everyone at Ibeshe were having the time of their lives, which wasn’t surprising – seeing as the host had spared no expense. And as is normal with the average Nigerian, the fun came at no cost to the revelers. Ben kept a safe and polite distance from Sophie but ensured that she was within sight at all times. They exchanged cheery waves, small smiles and a few occasional nods whenever their eyes clashed. All seemed well and good, despite suspicious, inquiring looks from Mabel.
As the evening wore on, some of the revelers had somehow managed to out-party themselves; a few of them were found power-snoozing at various spots while a shameless handful proceeded to showcase their inner pornstars by canoodling openly – drunkeness being their ready excuse. Sophie, happy, full, giggly and tipsy sat at the porch of their hut-lodge nodding her head to the beat of the music coming from the beach-side. Mabel was a little way off, giggling inanely at a joke her new-found male companion was telling her. Sophie squinted at them, trying to decipher what they were saying but all her eyes could capture was the leery look on the guy’s face. And from what she could tell from Mabel’s body language, she was horny enough to accept his ‘leery’ with glee and gratitude. With a sigh, she lay on her back and wondered what it would be like to fuck on the beach. That was one thing she’d never thought of – sex on the beach!
Sophie chuckled at her own joke, celebrating her sudden hilarity when Mabel and her companion shuffled over to her by the porch. Mabel gestured to the man to be silent and proceeded to bend over Sophie to check if she was asleep. Sophie shut her eyes tight in pretend slumber. Satisfied, Mabel beckoned on her companion and together, they tip-toed into the hut-lodge. Sophie remained shut-eyed, struggling to keep from laughing out loud. It was when she’d had enough of the kissing sounds coming from within the lodge that she heaved herself up and walked away, putting some distance between her and the lovers.
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Ben had been looking out for her. Infact, he was beginning to get worried when he didn’t see her or Mabel around and was actually contemplating asking the groom-to-be where Sophie’s hut-lodge was when he finally spotted her, walking slowly towards a coconut tree by the beach. He seemed to remember that it was the exact same spot he had stumbled up to her and kissed her. He smiled at the thought. Sophie always picked favorite spots anywhere she went. It was her thing. He waited for her to sit before picking himself up and heading towards her with a smile.
Sophie looked up at him and looked away without a word. When Ben sat beside her under the tree, she still said nothing. They remained silent for a moment.
“Penny for your thoughts” he said eventually. Sophie smiled and shook her head.
“Make it a million naira and we have a deal.” She quipped.
Ben laughed at her quick wit and again wondered why he had cheated on her. In today’s world, she was the perfect wife material. She was pretty, attractive, intelligent, witty, a good cook and above all, a very skilled lover. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned to her.
“So…? What were you thinking about?”
“Condoms! I was thinking about condoms.” She turned to him with a serious look and he realized she wasn’t joking.
“Why are you thinking about condoms?” His curiosity had be genuinely piqued.
“I’ve just been wondering if all the guests that have been romping since yesterday came with protection. There’s so much fucking going on around here… I would hate to think some people are being careless and taking risks with their lives.” She told him matter-of-factly.
Ben was silent for a while. He’d noticed several used condoms by the beach-front this morning and had been impressed that people were taking precautions. But then again, with over 150 guests, thrown together on a somewhat private beach with food and booze in excess supply, he’d expected more condoms though he’d seen a few people ‘Raw-dogging’ it. He himself never left home without a condom and always made sure he had four in his wallet at all times.
“I’m sure these people are smart… They won’t be careless with their lives just for casual sex.” He told her with a reassuring smile. Sophie shook her head in mock pity.
“You know, Mabel is fucking some guy she met this afternoon, as we speak. I just pray he had a condom.”
Ben said nothing. All this talk of fucking and sitting near Sophie was making him hard. He dug out his wallet, got out a condom and handed it to her.
“Here… Go give this to them… So your mind can be at ease” he said with mischievous all over his face.
Sophie stared at the condom for a long while, not saying a word and not making any attempt to touch it. Her sudden silence made him rethink his attempt at humor and he quietly tucked the condom back i to his wallet.
“I’m sorry. It was meant to be a joke. I — I didn’t mean to offend you.” He apologized. Sophie smiled and shook her head.
“It’s always going to be awkward between us Ben. No amount of light banter or truce calling can change that. So, I suggest we make the mood lighter by heading to the bar and getting royally flushed. Tonight’s our last night here. We might as well scatter the liver and misbehave.”
She got up and stretched her hand out to him to he him up. The minute his hand touched hers, all he could feel between them was a strong sexual heat and he knew his cock was going to be buried deep inside her within an hour. He hoped his bulge would last an hour though.
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She made the first move and he was glad. He didn’t want her accusing him of taking advantage of her or using sex as a weapon. He even made a feeble attempt to reject her advances. To be fair, she was drunk but in his head, that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she wanted him and he was going to take her. In a bid to act right, he pretended to take her away from the crowded bar and at some point, he’d had to carry her because she kept stumbling. He took her to his lodge and thankfully, it was empty. As he placed her on her feet, she giggled and tried to kiss him. He laughed and pushed her away, hurriedly dusting the small mattress to clean it of all dirt or sand. Then he pulled her down to sit with him.
“Sophie…? Sophie…?? Sophie look at me… You’re drunk and you need to lay down, ok?”
“I hate you Ben. I hate you so much.” She said with a giggle.
“I know, I know… But lie down now and sleep.” He told her.
“But you know the funny thing?” She asked drunkenly. “The funny thing is that I thought my love for you had died… I thought the red flame had turned blue and eventually quenched! But… Whoosai… It’s still there o. Infact, I don’t know which flame is burning again.”
“You and this your blue and red flame theory sef… Abeg lie down… You’re drunk and you need to sleep” he chuckled as he tried to get her to lie down.
“Yes I’m drunk… But I can still think” she giggled and pulled him close to kiss him.
“Sophie don’t… You know I still want you… You’re tempting me…” He said.
“I’m horny and I want to fuck. You want to fuck. I’ve never fucked on a beach before and I’d rather do it with someone familiar than with anyone of those unknowns. And I know you like to fuck… Even if it’s with everyone or everything…” her giggle somewhat annoyed him this time and her words cut deep but his hard-on was still evident and didn’t seem like it was going to deflate on it’s own.
He kissed her then, to stop her from making any more statements that might hurt him and her response was instant and frantic. She tugged at his T-Shirt and sighed in relief as he took it off. Then she tugged at his beach-shorts, pulling it down till his cock sprang free. He wasn’t wearing boxers and when the cool air hit it, it throbbed crazily. Sophie lost all self control and pushed him down to lie on his back then knelt before him and took him into her mouth eagerly. His groan was all the encouragement she needed. She sucked him hungrily, relishing the taste of his precum in her mouth while she caressed his balls. With a groan, he yanked his cock out of her mouth and pulled her up to kiss her fiercely while taking off all her clothes. With her, totally naked, he sat up and pushed her down on her back and leaned to take one taut nipple in his mouth, making her gasp as he suckled like a baby. Sophie couldn’t take it anymore.
“I want you inside Ben… I want you now…” She muttered into his ear.
Aiming to please, he quickly pushed away from her, fiddled in his beach shorts for his wallet, got out a condom and wore it. Then tossing the wallet and shorts aside, he parted her thighs, aimed and pushed into her with barely leashed excitement. They groaned in unison as his cock delved in deeper and deeper into her core. When he was fully buried inside her, he leaned close to her face and kissed her softly.
“I love you Sophie. I really do. My flame still burns bright red for you.” He told her with all the sincerity he could muster.
Sophie responded by moving her hips up and down, hoping he would take the cue and thrust. To please her, he did, thrusting slow and steady at first, making sure his cock brushed every inch of her walls. Her moans got louder and excited him even more and that made him increase his pace, fucking her faster and faster till their moans and groans formed an unusual musical blend. She clawed at his ass and dug her nails in as he pushed in deeper into her, his chest hair grazing her nipples, his breath hot on her face. Her climax came in no time as he lifted her right leg to give him more room and rammed into her over and over again till she began to scream out in ecstasy. She began to buck and thrash about in mindless pleasure as orgasm coursed through her. Unable to hold back, Ben pushed in a few more times and exploded with a groan that sounded more pained than pleasured. He fell on her, weak and tired more from alcohol intake than from his sexual exertion and she let out a satisfied sigh.
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They slept naked, cuddled together like a regular couple, enjoying each other’s warmth. The beach was silent now, a sign that all the revelers had thrown in their towels and allowed sleep reign supreme. The cool night breeze awakened Sophie and she tried to reach out for something to wrap herself up with, wondering why she was naked. The feel of Ben’s naked body temporarily confused her but that soon passed as vague snippets of the night before resurfaced. Ben reached for her in his sleep and opened his eyes when he felt her space empty. He sat up groggily.
“Hey… What’s wrong…?” He asked, his voice hoarse and somewhat sexy.
“I was cold. I thought I was back at the lodge I share with Mabel. i was looking for a wrapper.” She replied a little cooly.
“There’s no wrapper here. Me and my lodge-mates usually sleep with sweaters and jeans on. But I have a better idea to keep you warm…” He said mischievously as his hand reached to cup her breast while his thumb caressed her nipple.
Sophie sighed, feeling the familiar heat between her thighs build up.
“What might this idea be?” She asked, excited despite her initial coolness.
Ben lay on his back with a smile, beckoning her to straddle him. She looked down and noticed his cock was huge, shiny and pulsing in anticipation.
“Come and ride yourself to warmth baby… I promise you will feel better and warmer.” He replied.
Sophie smiled, straddled him and leaned to kiss him as she sank her hips down slowly till his cock and her pussy made impact. Ben held her waist and pushed into her with a force that made her gasp and bite his lip a little. Then he began to move her hips while he supported the movement from beneath with his own. With a sigh of resignation, Sophie got into the groove and began to ride him… Hard.
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Mabel was packed and ready to leave by the time Sophie got to her lodge. Her body ached in a good sexual way and she was sated. Mabel gave her a look of suspicion as she walked into the lodge.
“Madam… Where did you sleep last night o?” Mabel asked.
“I was at Ben’s lodge… Doing what YOU were doing with that guy.” She replied and began to change into jeans and a T-shirt.
“I’m not judging you or anything o… I’m not perfect myself… BUT, you could have chosen to be with anyone but Ben! That guy hurt you! You gave your all to him and he hurt you. Now you want to go back to him?”
“Who said anything about going back to him…? I had sex with him… Sex is not a big deal these days. And I chose to have sex with someone familiar. I don’t see what the problem is.” Sophie explained.
“The problem is… Whenever two people who broke up badly come together to fuck, they usually end up dating again… And when they break up a second time, it’s always scandalous.” Mabel told her exasperatedly.
Sophie, done with changing clothes, stuffed the old ones into her duffel bag and picked it up. Then she picked up her handbag, checked to see if her phones and other stuff were intact then closed the bag.
“We better go have breakfast and start going to shore point. The boats that will ferry us back to civilization are already around.” Sophie said in a bid to change the subject. Mabel wasn’t impressed.
“Sophie… I know how you suffered when you split from Ben. The guy has no single faithful bone in his body. Don’t go back to him because he will cheat again.” Mabel pleaded with her.
Sophie smiled and hugged her friend.
“I’m not going back to Ben, Mabel. It was just sex. It was my one moment of weakness around a familiar penis and I had to take it. So relax and keep calm. Let’s go eat breakfast and swap sex-on-the-beach tales.” She chuckled.
Mabel picked up her own bags and together the friends walks out of their Ibeshe hut-lodge armed with tales of fun, good times and of course, sex-on-the-beach.
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FOUR YEARS LATER:
Sophie sat under her favorite shade at Ibeshe beach. This time, it was quiet, peaceful and without a crowd. Only a sprinkling of people who had come to the beach to share private moments. As usual, the country was still on the precipice of yet another election meltdown and this time around, everyone was afraid that the country would split. Sophie watched her twins run around excitedly. It was a shame Mabel couldn’t come with them. She was heavily pregnant and cranky as hell and Sophie was sure this weekend retreat would do her loads of good, seeing as this was the place she’d met the man who would eventually become her husband. But Mabel, typically, had declined and sulked that Sophie hadn’t put more pressure on her to come along.
Sophie smiled, leaned back to rest against the tree and watched her husband walk towards her with confident strides. He loved the beach. He loved the sun. He loved the outdoors. She wasn’t surprised though. His country was perpetually cold so anything warm pleased him. As Kristoff approached, he sat down beside his wife and kissed her. She smiled and kissed him back. She was amazed that three years on, they still had that crazy chemistry that had draw them both together and made them man and wife just three months after they’d met. As he cradled her in the crook of his arm, Sophie briefly wondered what became of Ben. She hoped he was ok and his life was going well. They’d dated briefly for a few months after leaving Ibeshe but the relationship had lost its flame. Initially, it had burned bright but after a while, it had cooled considerably. Ben had insisted they make it work but for her, it was over. They’d parted ways and she’d not seen or heard from him ever since. Sophie nestled comfortably in her husband’s arms and closed her eyes with a contented sigh. LIFE WAS GOOD and she deserved to to enjoy it.
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