Diary Of A Broke Playboy 63

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I had to admit that I don't feel much comfortable going home, not with the knowledge that there are now two fathers in the house, my father and I. And knowing my father for who he is, I had the feeling that he may wake up one day and decide to split the house allowance between me and him, not withstanding that Chinaza was still pregnant with the baby. 

My mom and hunger eventually forced me home shaa. Remember Chinaza had cooked all my rice for that birthday so no food in the house. 

"Nna m, this one that you refused to come home and see us, nawa o. This one is that you are at Unizik at our backyard here, I wonder what will happen if you eventually travel to Obodo oyinbo," my mother said as we sat in the parlor watching film, my father was flipping through the pages of a sports newspaper. I smiled at my mother. 

"Maybe he already has a family at his lodge," my father chipped in and cleared his throat. My mother eyed him and said nothing. 

"So they pay these footballers all this money in a week?" my father asked to know one in particular and no one answered him. 

"If I had known I would have sent this baby bush abroad to play ball and get us some dollars instead of wasting money and sending him to the University only for him to come back with beards," he murmured again to himself and the whole room cracked up with violent laughter. 

"Daddy, forget that thing, I am graduating with a first class o," Willie said and my mother said amen. 

"I will sell this house and host a party for you with the money if that one happens," my father said without even raising his face from the paper. 

He was obviously joking, Willie graduate with a first class? For where? If that happens then there are also chances that Naza will agree to abort the baby, in fact, We are praying he doesn't bag 3 extra years. My mother stood up and went upstairs. 

"Ehe, when are you people closing for the semester?" my father asked us. 

"Soon," Willie replied. 

"You people should do fast, your mother needs someone to help her with running of that her shop," he said and we stared at each other, I and Willie. 

"But what about Mercy, her sales girl," Willie asked

"Oh, that one. I think she is fine with that her face like what I don't know. The little waist that she has which was the only beautiful place in her body, she has lost that one too. I wonder who will marry her like that," he said and turned to the next page of the newspaper. I stifled a laughter. Mercy wasn't that bad, infact, I had often dreamt about having a go at her. That her ass my father was talking about was way out of this Africa. It can make a man grown cry. 

"Dad I meant if she is no longer working there," Willie said.

"Oh, she left already naa. I think she is now in school, why are you asking?"

"Nothing," I and Willie said together. Making a conversation with my father atimes can burn more calories than banging a fat girl. 

"Ehe you. I hope you are changing into a man now. Soon you will be father, shebi you know?" my father asked, staring at me over the rim of his spectacle. I so much dreaded that topic. 

"And you should start acting matured too, grow a beard and others," Willie added. My father shot him a look. 

"You with all that forest on your chin, I can't see any atom of maturity in you," he said at him. 

"At least, I look matured," Willie muttered. 

"You look like a baby bush," my father said as I drowned Willie with laughter. 

Later in the evening, Amara came back and walked straight into my room. A friend of hers was tagging along but I was able to make out only her before she rushed me on the bed, yelling baby. She hugged me deeply and her boobs caressed my chest. She was looking all smart and sexy in her school uniform which she had converted the once bogus skirt to a tight mini, her hot laps dangling in my face. She sat on my laps and kissed me. I held her head and prolonged the kiss. Then my door squeaked and I saw Chidimma standing there. Yea Chidimma, the girl that I had a romp with at that primary school. She is the one. I froze and stared at her. Amara looked at my face and then at hers. 

"Don't worry, she is my friend," she said and rubbed my chest. 

"I know, she is my friend too," I said and she giggled. Bad girls turn me on really. She was pretty in her low cut hair and neat school uniform. Her curves were obvious in it and I wished they would oblige me a 3some.

"Chidimma come inside naa," I said, motioning her to seat down on the bed. She came and dropped her booty beside me. I wrapped my hand round her neck. 

"How have you been?" I asked her and she nodded a fine thank you. She was a bit shy. I pulled her head up and proceeded to kiss her. We were at it for like 5 seconds before Amara tore us apart. 

"It's enough abeg," she said and we laughed. My mother called Amara and she ran downstairs, leaving us behind. 

"Are you going to school tomorrow?" I asked Chidimma. 

"Yes," she said and nodded. 

"I want you to come and see me tomorrow."

"I don't think it's possible, I will be going to school and we dismiss around 4:30 pm," she said, leaning her head against me. 

"And you can't sneak out?" I asked. 

"Unless that."

"Yea, sneak out and come by 2pm. I need to see you properly."

Our appointment was booked before Amara came to take her away. She didn't want anybody spoiling our midnight fun.

She came the next day in her uniform, around 1pm. I was home alone and my condom was ready. We told no tales. We both knew what we wanted and we went straight for it. There was no one around and so we were in no hurry. We began with foreplay, kissing and rubbing every rubbable part of our bodies. She had this way of fumbling with my dick that nearly made me cum before time.  Before time, her uniform was on the ground already and her bra and pantie too. She was stark naked and I had only my boxers on. I laid her hard on the bed and started doing it just like I loved it. She closed her eyes as she felt the snake slither into her. She moaned softly and held my neck with both her hands. It was just missionary style all through until we came. We fell on the bed and I nearly fell asleep until I heard Chinaza's voice calling me in dreamland. I opened my eyes and heard her footsteps climbing the stairs and the look on Chidimma's face matched the furious pounding of my heart. 

I hid her in the wardrobe and locked the door a few seconds before Naza walked into my room. 

"I am just coming back from school," she announced on entering my room. 

"Why are you back?" I asked her. 

"Nothing, don't you know there is public holiday abi is that not why you are back too?" she asked. 

"Yea, it's true," I said, scratching my head. Then both our eyes went to the article of clothing on the floor. The school uniform, panties and bra. 

"Whose are they?" Chinaza asked, frowning. 

"Erm, Amara's. She wanted me to help her wash them as she won't be coming home early," I said and thought about naked Chidimma in the wardrobe. 

"You now wash her undies too?" she asked me. 

"Me kwa? Wash Amara's undies when I am not mad. I won't wash them, in fact, I'm not even sure I will wash the uniform. I'm tired," I said, trying to sound as bold as I could. 

"Noo, please help her wash them, you promised her baa?" Chinaza asked and I nodded. "you have to help her wash them."

I nodded and assumed that was the end of it. She walked to the bathroom and took a peek inside. I thanked my God that I didn't hide her in there. She then returned with a bucket of water and a satchet of detergent. Before I could understand what she was doing, the water was already foaming with the school uniform, pant, bra and everything inside it. 

"Wash them fast and come down to the parlor to keep me company, I bought this film that I need to watch," she said and walked out of the room. My Jaw dropped to the floor. How could one girl be so mischievous.