#CrimesandPunishments 2 The Eleventh Commandment He ran into my room and slammed the door shut, covering his mouth with both hands to stifle the volcanic guffaw that threatened to rip him apart if he didnt release it soon enough, then slumped on the bed, threw his hands sideways and released his usual uncouth and raucous cackle that rattled the window panes and shook the tiled floor. I stared at him disapprovingly with my lips pursed. You did it again, right?, I asked. He kept laughing till tears seeped down the corner of his eyes, rolled off the bed and thudded to the floor, tried to force a word or two admist his wild spurts of laughter but nodded instead. You know your problem?, I began, Your salacious, nut-sized brain hasnt told you that this is a hostel and you might be caught. Foolish goat. Atulu... I gesticulated wildly, my mouth moving indignantly in a frantic search for words to adequately qualify his indiscretion. I ended up calling him a zebra. He burst into a wild, convulsive laughter, so contagious that I found myself smiling. I moved closer to him, and with an impish grin pulling at the corner of my lips, whispered, So, how was it? Stark unclad, he whispered back, slowly shaking his head as though he was in a trance. Both of em My hands went to my head while my jaws dropped loosely and my mouth agape. In a moment, we were rolling on the floor laughing like crazed jackals. ___ It started a few weeks back when a couple of female youth corpers moved to my hostel. Prior to their arrival, I had in my hostel only a measly handful of slatternly ladies with faces that were best not described, breasts that sagged like partly filled satchet water, hips that wouldve served the purpose of rulers, and bums that were like the path of righteousness- narrow. So, it was great relief when the hour-glassy and gorgeous looking corpers arrived. At least, we now had ladies to brag about (not that we could, or planned on doing a thing with them anyway). Now, it happened on a particular Sunday night that as we, my friend and I, walked through the dimly lit passage of my hostel, he stopped abruptly to take a quick peek through the window of their room and gasped. I turned sharply and he beckoned, urging me to the window with such urgency that made my heart leap and converted my dragging steps to silent, swift tiptoes. A sight that stopped my heart cold met my eyes- the one with the hour-glassy shape was, but for a pair of pink lacy pants, completely unclad. Her body glistened- shed probably just had her bath. Her bosoms were cream-coloured, the size audaciously big and round as globes and the peaks, erect and peach black. Her apple-like butts strained against her pants, forming a provocative sight that never left my head for the next four days. For some seconds, we stood rooted to the spot, allowing the serpent of iniquity crawl slowly and ignite the fleshly lusts in the dark recesses of our hearts by the continuous flick of its forked tongue. We couldve stayed right there hadnt we heard the shuffle of approaching feet. Like Indians, we fled soundlessly to my room, banging the door behind us, which surprisingly didnt make a sound. Our chests heaved with inexplicable excitement as we stood staring wide-eyed into space, relishing the brief flashes of her flawless aphrodisiac image in our memories that made us repeat awe-filled exclamations of Oh boy, Damn and Jeez to ourselves. The days that followed saw us taking surreptitious glances through their windows. On one of those lucky days, we saw the voluptuous one with no undies underneath the negligee that plastered against her body, sharply emphasizing her flaming hot shape. The sight released our eyes with a pop, filled our head with wool, thickened our eardrums, enveloped our necks with stifling heat, turned our breaths into rapid, raspy gasps, quickened our heartbeats to abnormal levels of speed and drove the breath out of our bodies, making our limbs quiver with sheer amazement and the excitement that wonders brought. Each day went like that until I decided to put discretion and reason above the madness that this action of ours was insidiously turning into. My decision to quit was far from moral. I just had the premonition of looming disaster that was just too strong to be ignored. It was unfortunate my friend hadnt that. It was unfortunate that he refused to exercise a smidgen of caution. He fervently prayed for that day, the day when hed see the both of them together, stark unclad. That day eventually came, the day this story started, when he actually did see them and he just couldnt for the life of him stop exclaiming some long, weird word like Ewelekeseteblandu or Ile lei or Caposki pulandus, and hugging a pillow. Upon a day, he tiptoed to their window, looked left and right and began his peeping spree with his eyes and his mouth opened wide. Five minutes had gone by and the zebra was still there. A couple more minutes and one of the ladies came out from the bathroom, naked. His eyes shone and his mouth released shocked gasps. But, it happened that when the lust was sweetest... What the hell are you doing there, you mighty perv?, a male voice bellowed with utter disgust laced with fury from a distance. My friend froze, unable to move. I said, what in the hell are you doing there?, the man bellowed again. My hostel has thin walls. People heard him and began to troop out in droves. The young man whod bellowed, as I learnt afterwards, was a fiercely protective friend of the corpers, and but for my timely intervention wouldve rammed my fists into my guys mouth. Things began to happen quite fast. The hour-glassy lady came out, her towel still wrapped about her, staring at her friend, confused. He was spying..., he stuttered and shouted, pointing at him from across my shoulders. Spying? Spying on me? Oh Jesus! The expression on her face revealed the depth of her hurt. She charged at him, unwrapped her towel and shouted, You want to see, abi? Now see. You hear me? See. See. Idiot see. Idiot. Bastard. Bastard idiot. Seeeeeee! She kept on shoving her breasts against his face. The voluptuous one was adding pepper to injury, clapping her hands across his face. After the clapping, shouting, scolding, shaking of head and sniggers, we went back in. Guess youve seen enough to last you a lifetime, I teased. Shut up, fool, he snarled viciously with his head hung, Didnt you spy too?. Yeah, I replied immediately, grinning widely, But I obeyed the Eleventh commandment As in?, he asked, a bit muddled. I wasnt caught, boy, I replied and threw my head back, laughing. We laughed. KIA
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 22:28:59 +0000
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