Yvonne Nelson

We called her Yvonne Nelson at work because she had similar long beautiful legs like the Ghanaian actress, and plus her real name was Yvonne. Yvonne’s been acting extra weird today at work, she’s been following me everywhere, and it’s not even funny, I know she’s fond of me and all, but today is different, I know she likes me but at least she should give me some breathing space.

At lunch, she walked up to me and invited herself to join me for lunch, very typical of her. We went out to go grab some fried yam and fish. On our way back she said, “Could you please do me a favour?”, and I was like, “what is it?”, she replied, “I’m kinda broke, could you lend me some money? I’ll pay back by the end of the month”, I just sighed and took out 20 cedis out of my wallet and give it to her. She was lucky I was feeling extra generous that day

The reaction from her when I gave her the money goes on to prove that she was really in a fix, and I was really glad I could help. On our way back to work, she said something, but I pretended I didn’t hear, she said, “hmmm I wish I could spend the night with anyone hmmm, I don’t want to be lonely”. I said nothing. After lunch she gave me some breathing space and I was relieved.

About an hour to closing, she came to my working area and told me she’ll wait for me after work, she’ll be picking the same bus with me if I don’t mind. I just nodded and she left. I was surprised, it was the first time she had offered to wait for me, must admit it was kinda strange. Just thinking about it made me feel funny inside, and I kept stealing glances at the watch, I was getting anxious.

And as promised, she was waiting for me down stairs with smiles on her face, it was kinda creepy. So we walked towards the bus stop, I decided to engage her in a convo, so I said, “what’s up tonight?”, she said, “hmmm me di3 I dey ooh, I can sleep anywhere tonight”, I heard what she said, but I pretended I didn’t hear it and quickly change the topic by asking her If her braids were Brazilian hair or Peruvian.

It was getting late, so getting a bus was kinda difficult, but in the end we got into one. We sat at the back seat, I sat next to one young man who had his head on the seat, as if he was sleeping, but he wasn’t, when I got in the bus, he shifted by making way for me to sit down. In no time the bus was full, and the driver’s mate was like, “yesss two front”, he was collecting the bus fares.

When he got to the back, as a true gentleman that I was, I paid for the both of us. Our drive was quite, I had my phone out, replying some messages and reading tweets, then she broke the silence, she asked me, “so what will you be doing tonight?”, and I replied, “ooh nothing, just a cold bath and sleep, I’m very tired so I’ll be sleeping early”, and she replied, “hmmm me too ooh, but my house is far, I’d love to sleep at anyone’s house tonight, if I go home I’ll be lonely”.

She’s been trying to get me to invite her over to spend the night with me. I’ve been trying to ignore her, but it seems she’s not giving up. So I asked her why she wants to sleep outside tonight, she said, “my house is far, and even if I go home I’ll be lonely, my boyfriend has travelled”, and I said, “Why don’t to spend the night at Freda’s place? Isn’t she your best friend?”, she replied, “yeah but, I already asked her but she said her boyfriend would be spending the night with her”, “hmmm“, that’s all I could say.

The she asked me, “do you live alone?”, and I replied, “yes but, technically, no”, she said I wasn’t making sense so I should explain what I just said, I told her, “Yes I live alone because I have my own room and technically no, because I still live with my parents on the same compound”, then she asked me if I could do her a big favour, and I said okay, she asked me if she could spend the night at my place? At the sound of this question, everything and everyone was suddenly quite in the bus, some people was looking at me, waiting for an answer likeimg_20151202_134547

The awkward silence in the bus was very uncomfortable, it was as if everyone was waiting for an answer, I don’t really blame them, Yvonne talks loud, so it was obvious everyone had heard her. After a long pause, I replied “okay, you can crush at my place tonight”, she was really excited. As if I was talking to him, the guy who sat next to me in the bus, was looking at me like
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I took Yvonne home, she had a bath, I even offered her my clothes after she was done bathing but she refused, she said it was hot so she’ll be comfortable sleeping in these
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This girl wants to make me a sinner, but I refuse!!

I switched off the lights, ready to sleep, but I could hear her breathing, I could feel her toes rubbing along my legs, I could feel her ass brushing on my body, I could smell the lemon fragrance emitting from her body after the bath with my Rexona soap, I could see her turn and adjust her body twice every 2 minutes. I was there in bed thinking to myself, asking my self, “all this ass, should I smash or pass?”

I think about an hour or so, some funny sounds woke me up. It sounded like “mmmm aaahhh awwwww, baby, oh yeaahhhh OMG yeaahhhh mmmmmmhh aaahhhhhh“, I conf sef, sounded like Yvonne was having sex la! My eyes were wide awake now, I laid still, I didn’t want to move so that she’ll notice, I kept listening, the sounds just went on and on, so I turned a little to look at what she was doing, I nearly shouted from what I saw, Yvonne had her fingers in her pants, passionately fingering her, her legs were wide apart, her fingers moving up and down like an old woman’s blood pressure. Spying on her masturbating soaked my boxer shorts in semen, funny enough she wasn’t stopping, she kept on fingering herself and moaning, but this time loudly!

I forgot to lock my gate, out of no where my mother barged into my room with a cane and started whipping me
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She said, “kwasia! kwasia! kwasia! Obaa b3n no no?”, charle my mummy whip me like I was a 12-year-old hahaha πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. Apparently my mum thought I was having sex, I’m sure Yvonne was moaning too loud, so she heard it 😹😹😹😹😹

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Glossary
kwasia! kwasia! kwasia! Obaa b3n no no?” – “fool! fool! fool! who’s this girl?”
“I conf sef” – I was confused

 

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12 thoughts on “Yvonne Nelson

      1. I’m sure I will, but you force oooh, the kinda “topic” you wrote about is a no go area for me, a reader might get the wrong impression and affiliate you to one party, me di3, I dey my comfort zone lol

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