Rosita's Affair 12

What the fucking hell is wrong with this boy, for heaven's fucking sake?”

She thought out loud.

“What is wrong with whom?” Jude turned to look at her. Oblivious to what is happening.

“Uhu?” She asked, feigning ignorance of whatever question he had asked.

“Yes-yes-yes,” he stuttered. “You were actually muttering some incomprehensible words to yourself a few minutes ago."

“Not true, Jude. It's actually not true. Please focus on what matters most to you now, which is removing those overgrown hairs from your mustache.” Rosita tried to joke around, but Jude only shrugged off his shoulders and fixed his eyes back to the mirror. 

Rosita had turned over her phone. She wanted to make sure that despite the long distance between them, Jude wouldn't be able to see what she had just read.

A long, lengthy emotional write-up from Eugene, who had thought he (Eugene) had made her angry, hence the reason why she wasn't taking his calls.

It's been hours since she left her house with Eugene on the spur of the moment, and now, she was suddenly feeling guilty for her actions. 

She wasn't in her best behavior.

“I need to go back home,” she announced, getting on her feet and making for her clothes, which were scattered around the room and in different places.

She began picking them one before the other.

“Pardon?” Jude has already turned his head and body to meet her. 

“I said I am going back home, Jude,” she repeated herself. Hitting her forehead with her palm as she cursed under her breath.

“But why now? Why do you want to go now? I thought we had both agreed that you're going to spend the whole weekend at my place, and for fuck's sake, this is just Friday night,” he started counting his right fingers, using his left hand. “We haven't gone out on a proper date in a long time; we haven't gone to the club; we haven't gotten enough of each other, spending quality time together outside and away from sex. We haven't really talked, Rosita. Come on.” Jude tried to make her see things from his own perspective, and even though he was quite right with all he had said, at this juncture, she needed to be with Eugene so as to not raise any suspicion.

She wouldn't want to lose him. Eugene

She wouldn't want to lose Jude as well. She needed to play her cards well; otherwise, she'd be at the losing end at the end of the day.

“I know we had planned on doing all these when I came, but as it stands now, I am deeply sorry for my actions, Jude. But I have some official duties I need to handle as soon as possible. The announcement just came to my phone a few minutes ago, and though impromptu, I need to get it all figured out and solved, please.” She made sure her eyes weren't on him as she told the lie. Jude was a smart detector of lies, and looking at him while telling those lies was like digging your own grave because he'd surely know.

For a minute or two, Jude didn't say anything. He was just pacing up and down the room, staring into nothingness. Rosita was scared of what he'd say or do next, but then, he had I just sighed heavily and walked away into the bathroom, saying nothing. He was stark naked.

Rosita made a sign of the cross with her hand. Exhaled deeply and then made her put on her clothes. She was leaving.

Her mind was racing into different things and at the same time. Eugene was younger, she knew, but he knew just what he was doing with her body.

Jude was older and sweeter, and even though he was committed to learning, she found it sexy to teach him, and he was always ready to learn.

As Rosita drove out of his compound, her mind was all on Eugene. She suddenly realized that she doesn't want to lose him.

She couldn't afford to lose him. She wouldn't lose him, despite how hard she was trying not to make herself look vulnerable before him. 

A thought came into her head. Eugene has always wanted a type of Nike shirt, which he has mentioned unconsciously once in a while, but he didn't have Benjamin Franklin to get it. Getting it for him would be something to appease him.

She stopped by a grocery shop, got some fruit, and then entered a supermarket to get him what he wanted. A brand new top-notch shirt and with the things she has gotten for him, she was so certain that there was no way he'd not accept her apology. 

This would be the first time she's going all out to please him; hence, she made sure it was worth it.

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Her limited access was not enough for Eugene. 

He stepped back, grabbing her hand, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and opening Rosita's legs as wide as she could, showing her the dripping wet folds of flesh. 

He then crawled over, slipping both his thumbs into her outer lips, slipping up and down, rubbing her cleft. 

He pulled Rosita's labia open more, her clit very prominent like a hard rock. Rubbing his tongue up and down her, lapping up the juices, and sucking the skin into her mouth, she moved closer to her clit until her mouth locked on to her very sensitive place. 

Rosita would never know that Eugene was a master at clitoris sucking; that was for sure. She knew exactly what to do to her and which way she liked it best; he curled his tongue into a tight roll and rubbed it over her sensitive rock, bringing her to a nearly instant orgasm. Bucking up into her face, she clutched her head and mashed herself against her. Rosita didn't want to be sidelined. She felt naive and void of an idea of what to do when her pussy was being sucked.

Neither of them had said anything to each other about what had happened hours ago.