My Married Girlfriend Chapter 2

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Larisa, the bakery lady was not your idea of a madam. She happened to be in her early forties, but actually looked thirty-five. She was bulky, fair-skinned and very beautiful facially. She was also rich, very rich. That bakery was not the only one she owned. She owned about five more bakeries and had people working under her. I had never seen her with a man, or a ring on her finger. So, I couldn’t tell whether she was married or not. But she did have two children, both female.

She had proposed that I see her the next day when coming from work. But she had forgotten that the next day was Saturday and I wasn’t going to be at work. In spite of that, I still decided that I would go and see her to hear what she had to say. So, I put on my favourite pair of jeans, a spotless white T Shirt, a pair of Yeezy sneakers, sprayed a nice, scented perfume and went to the bakery.

She was seating on a seat in front of the bakery, and when she saw me coming, she smiled broadly, which made her face more beautiful. I swaggered into the place and got a seat for myself opposite hers.

“Welcome fine boy.” She said, smiling.

“It’s Val for you.” I responded, smiling.

“So, you are not happy I am calling you a fine boy?”

“Well, have it your way. But I hope I am safe?”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

“It’s alright. I feel very thirsty. Do you have cold Van Pur?” I asked.

“Of course, we do.”

She asked one of her girls to bring me a can of Van Pur. I drank as we talked.

“So, I am here. You asked to see me.” I spoke.

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“Ha ah!! Calm down. Why are you in a hurry. You have a lady waiting for you back home?”

“No, not that? Just that I came here for a purpose. I am here to answer your call. So, I think it is only natural that I ask.” I explained.

“Okay, how old are you??”

“You don’t ask a man that. But just know that I am older than you.” I replied.

That made her laughed loud and long.

“I am far much older than you. Forget about my good looks. Since you don’t want to tell me how old you are, I will place you around twenty-four years.” She spoke.

“You wish. I am thirty, forget about my good looks.” I said and that made her smile.

“Okay, if you say so. How long have you been working in that company?”

“Five years.”

“Five years!!” She exclaimed. “And I am only noticing you now?”

“You weren’t looking well enough.” I laughed.

“Hmmm!!! The first day I saw you, you looked so perfect and handsome, and I wondered where you had sprung from. I immediately saw a hero in you. I figured I would love you to be my friend.”

“Really, so why have you been distant all this while?” I asked.

“Who told you that? I have been giving you all the greenlight, but you didn’t seem to notice. That is why I say you are a small boy.” We both laughed at this.

I was watching her closely. I couldn’t at the present understand what she wanted. She was claiming to want us to be friends. But her words were indicating that she wanted more. She talked of greenlight. Didn’t ladies give greenlight only when they were in love? Everything about her was indicating she was already head over hills in love. However, she was playing the role of a man by revealing her feelings to me. Therefore, she was being cautious, just in case I decided to reject her overtures.

“I have to be going now.” I suddenly announced.

“Already?”

“Already.”

“What will you be doing tomorrow, Sunday.”

“Church. After church, home all day.”

“Can I come and see you?” She asked.

“See me? Like at my home?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, if it is okay by you.”

“Just let me know when you are home, okay?”

“Alright, bye.”

“Bye.”

I went home thinking about our conversation. I replayed everything in my mind. She was beautiful and rich, and I was single presently. She was a self-made and self-sufficient lady. Therefore, she wouldn’t be giving me the kind of worries and headaches these small girls give. I weighed the chances of going out with her. I looked at the pros and cons and realized that the benefits far outweigh the demerits. But there was one question that needed answering. Was she married or not? I needed that question answered before I could carry on with anything.

On Sunday afternoon, she called me to confirm if our meeting in my house was still going to take place. I answered in the affirmative. We agreed that we would meet by 7:00 PM when it was already dark. My neighbours were too nosy, therefore I decided that it would be prudent if she came when it was already dark. But there was a power cut when it was nearing 7:00 PM and as a result, I thought she was not going to come again.

It was 7:30 PM when my phone rang. I picked and it was her. She said she was at my neighbourhood. I went to get her where she had parked her car. I got into the car, and we drove to my house. I was thankful for the power cut because it made my neighbours to stay in their houses.

“You have a nice place.” She said as soon as she sat down in my living room.”

“Thank you. What would you like? I have wine, beer and vodka.”

“I don’t want anything. Instead, I brought something for you.” She said and pointed to a black nylon bag she brought. I opened it and it was filled with lots of goodies. I was very pleased and said my thanks.

“Are you married?” I suddenly asked.

“No.” She replied after hesitating for about ten seconds. That hesitation made me suspect she was telling a lie.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“I said no.” She replied, showing me her fingers.

“How can a beautiful woman like you with all your money not have a man?”

“I am good like this. I don’t want anyone to control my life.” She spoke. She sounded like she didn’t like the topic. So, I closed it.

I moved from my seat and went to hers. She shifted to one side to create space for me. There was just a single candle burning on the center table. I began by giving her a peck on her jaw. She raised her head, looked at me and asked.

“What do you want?”

“Adult play.” I replied.

“Don’t you think it’s too early?”

“You think so?”

“Yes, I have only just come to your house. It’s just the first time.”

“Alright” I said. “I understand that we shouldn’t do this now. Another day perhaps.”

She smiled.

“Can I use your washroom?” She asked.

“Yes, it’s at the end of the corridor, beside my bedroom.”

She got up and left to the washroom. I was expecting her to be back in about three minutes time. However, it was almost five minutes now and she hadn’t returned. Then I heard her call me from within. She said she needed my help. I left the living room, went through the corridor and knocked on the washroom door. Instead, she answered from my bedroom. I pushed the door of my bedroom open and, there she was, standing in the middle of the room, naked like the day she was born. I moved towards her.

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