Time stood still the minute she walked in. All the men actually stopped what they were doing, the ladies looked upset and wives were suddenly uncomfortable. She walked with that carefree manner, knowing fully well that she had the attention of the whole room yet not at all affected by it. She was obviously used to it. She was tall. About 5'10" in those Louboutin heels. She had wide shoulders, a very narrow waist and even wider hips. Her makeup was perfectly done and her lips looked like they'd been deeped in blood. Rolake had a body made for sin, Rolake was a woman made for sin. After what felt like several minutes men tried to tear their eyes away from that body, her eyes, those lips. The women tried to act indifferent, most failed miserably. Rolake walked to the table where the bride's brothers sat. Toye stood up and greeted her in an exaggerated manner as usual.
"Hey girlfriend! You look ah-maaaaahzing! Damn those Loubs! You go girl" he said snapping his fingers about three times, his head thrown back in uproarious laughter.
"I swear, we should lock that man-woman in a dark room and beat the gay out of him" Tony said
"Abi? Then we'll bend him over and shove a sandpaper vibrator up his ass hole, then we'll see if he can still allow men to fuck him after that" Bolu said and everyone laughed at the visuals.
"Kai! Bolu you harsh gan! Sandpaper vibrator? Choi! Him need am sha. Them never brush am well na why he dey wear lipgloss dey waka up and down. Bloody homo!" I spat.
For the next few minutes we called Toye names and in turn talked about ways to make him suffer for his 'gayness'. Toye was the bride's younger brother. A homosexual who wore his gay like a badge of honour. He wore tight shirts and even tighter trousers that always gripped and outlined his penis and buttocks. He always walked with a sway in his hips and he occasionally wore makeup. He had never hidden his sexuality and his family, although not pleased, had had no choice but to accept him the way he was.
Damn I hated him, I hated him so much I wished we could make reality of our jokes to inflict pain on him. Something in me made me desperate to see him cry, to hear him beg. To see him bleed even. But the visuals were all I had and I contented myself with that for the time being.
My mind moved on to other, more pleasant things.
"Ehen see that chic" Ehi was saying. "Na she been dey straff Dayo"
We all turned to see a short virginal, almost mousy lady , we found it nearly difficult to imagine that she was the same person Dayo said gives head like a pornstar and screams like a banshee. Oh well, that just goes to show...
"Hey fellas" we heard the husky feminine voice behind us and we all turned around.
Rolake was at our table, in flesh! Not a figment of our imagination. Up close we took in her clear caramel skin and supple breasts that were barely covered in flimsy chiffon. I instinctively looked down at Ehi's groin and could see the outline of an erection forming. I knew my friends too well. I tried to hold in my laughter and returned my attention to the goddess.
"So Tega, how've you been?" She asked, looking directly at me. I had to fight an impulse to look behind me to check if it was I who she was talking to. But she called my name. How did she know my name?
"Errr, not bad. Good, really good in fact" I said, trying hard to sound confident.
"You'll be at the after-party tonight?" She inquired, her brows raised.
"Only if you'll be there" I said with a suggestive smile, getting my sexy back.
"Of course". She smiled and walked away.
"Tega Tega! Tega my main man! Tega the ladies' man! Bros I dey jealous you o!" All around the table my friends hailed me.
So Rolake wanted me? Interesting.
"Hmmm, you really are a good dancer" she whispered in my ears.
"You're not bad either" I said to her.
"You put naughty thoughts in my head, you know? Let's get out of here" she said, looking straight in my eyes, holding my stare. Who was I to argue?
I put my hand around her waist and lead her out of the place. I could see the boys give me thumbs up from the corner of my eyes, I smiled knowingly. As we walked out I saw Toye slow-dancing with a skinny guy, they had their arms around each other and the skinny guy tried to be just like Toye and pretend he did not care. Unfortunately it wasn't quite working for him and he came off as uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed. Why hadn't anyone thrown these clowns into a cell? Didn't the anti-gay law promise to lock them up for 14years? I returned my focus to the bombshell beside me and tried to smile at what lay ahead.
Rolake's lips were on mine before we even got into the room
"Damn Tega, you do things to my body. You're a real man Tega, make me feel like I woman tonight" she said hungrily. Her voice was hoarse with lust and passion. Again she kissed me hungrily, tearing open my shirt and running her hands over my well-sculpted packs. She pushed me to the bed, tired of standing on tiptoes, trying to reach my 6'5" frame.
I matched her passion and kissed her back. I was about to unzip her dress when my phone began to ring.
"Don't answer it babe. Don't. Make love to me" she purred.
"I'll do just that Hun, but let me take this call. Just give me a minute." I said, grabbing my phone and rushing into the bathroom.
I immediately cut off the call and opened my phone's gallery. In a few seconds I found the pictures I was looking for. I immediately felt myself get hard. No matter how many times I looked at them, everytime felt like the first time. I reached into my boxers and stroked myself. I could feel my tension build.... But this time it was different. Maybe because I'd spent the whole day trying not to look at him, trying to take my eyes off him, hating him for how he proudly flaunted himself. Hating him more for slow-dancing with that skinny guy. Hating him even more because I felt like I wasn't good enough for him.
I scrolled through his pictures on my phone and instantly forgot Rolake and her womanly body on my bed. I needed a man. I needed Toye who's pictures filled my phone memory to capacity. I needed him to hold me the way he held that unworthy skinny guy and make me feel like a man, I wanted it more desperately than Rolake wanted me to make her feel like a woman; something I would never, could never do.
Damn! Being gay was such an inconvenient situation. I put down my phone and zipped up my trousers. In a minute I would barge into the room and frantically scream words like "emergency" "accident" "terrible". I would grab my car keys before she can form any meaningful words. I would head for the closest gay bar and discretely get someone to relieve me of this tension. And then I can think of stories to tell the boys when they inevitably ask about my sexcapade with Rolake; every man's dream.
I was getting tired of living a lie. But not tired.... not brave enough, to live the truth.