Who is the screamer?

A few days pass with an awkward silence and growing tension between us. Each one of us did everything to avoid the other. I was really thankful to God that she didn't report to anyone and for that, I kept her in a high place in my heart. Praying and wishing we did it again with no regret afterwards.

The third night after the sexual encounter, I was sleeping peacefully when I was suddenly awakened by a soft knock on the door. Wiping the sleep off my eyes with my left hand I responded softly.

"Yes…"

The door gave way slowly and Philomena entered almost tiptoeing. She switched on the light after closing the door behind and joined me on the bed. She sat at the edge of the bed, quite far from my reach.

I looked up at her blearily before asking, "What's up?"

Philomena looked out of the window avoiding my gaze and mouthed, "I came just to say" she fumbled.

"I'm sorry for the other day" I quickly spat it out. I have wanted to say that to her for a while now but just haven't found the proper time.

A quick smile cut across her lovely powdered face. Looking down at her hand, still avoiding my gaze she said "I wanted to say, I'm not going to tell anyone about the other day".

"Am really sorry, it was the alcohol" I added.

"It is alright" she paused, thinking of her next word carefully. "I mean I enjoyed it too" she added still looking away. She was on a white see-through night-gown. I could see the colour and shape of her yellow panties. Her nipples made little huts on her dress.

No girl would go to a guy's room dressed like that at that time of the night. She was certainly horny and had returned for my big dick. She wanted more of it; she certainly didn't get enough of it. I knew exactly what she wanted but I was going to play dull and unaware.

"What's the time?" I asked.

"Some minutes to 10 PM".

"Really?"

"Yeah. Aunt Uka and her husband are in their room"

"Ok," I said thinking why she mentioned that.

"I think they are making love," she said looking directly at me for the first time since she entered the room and after a peal of sincere and long laughter I asked, "How did you know?"

She skewered me with an are-you-serious-look. "I heard Uncle Philip moaning and their bed furiously banging against the wall"

The image of fat Uncle Philip all sweaty and bouncing up and down on my aunt, probably banging her brains out flashed before my eyes and it wasn't sexually arousing at all.

"What if they are praying?" I asked offering her a proud and toothy smile.

"And the bed is shaking furiously?" her beautifully shaped eyebrow went up in a sexy manner, indicating she didn't believe me.

"What if he is having a heart attack?"

"The both of them are having a heart attack and the bed is shaking according," she said and the both of us expressed joy, covering our mouth so it doesn't sound loud and escape from the room. It felt really good laughing out loud with Philomena. Right there, I had been forgiven for my past transgressions. Wanting to continue the conversation and see where it leads, I asked

"But why is Uncle Philip the one shouting? Is it not supposed to be the other way round?"

"I don't know, maybe Uncle Philip is not doing it well?"

"Doing what well?" I interrupted. She was fond of not using the F-word.

"Like you don't know? You just want me to say it"

"Yes!" I said after giving her a nod.

She took a deep breath and said "Maybe he is not fucking her well" rushing the words like someone speaking in tongues. I could barely hear her but ignored her and returned to our earlier conversation.

"Maybe Aunt Uka is the one fucking him".

"Maybe she is not just a screamer like me."

The memory of the very day on the couch filled my mind. The picture of her yelling "Oh! Alex, don't stop! Don't you dare stop?" pushing her waist violently against my dick flashed instantly before my eyes. I fell back on the bed grinning till my stomach hurt.

To my greatest surprise, Philomena remained with a straight face and asked "Why are you laughing?" she paused waiting for my reply. I shook my head, trying to stop from splitting my side.

She continued, "It is the truth" she hovered, probably in search of the right word. "That day we had sex; did I scream?"

"Yes, you did," I said without looking down at her.

"I didn't," she said giving me a slight slap on my leg at the foot of the bed.

"You did, I can still remember that day like it is yesterday."

She gave me an eye, "You were drunk that day".

"I wasn't. Three bottles of star beer are not enough to get me drunk. That beer is for women".

"You know what?" she asked with a silly look on her face.

"What?" I replied wondering what was going through her mind.

"Let's have sex now and find out first-hand who the screamer is."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. That caught me off guard. I knew Philomena like most girls was complicated but I never saw her as this direct. But that's by the way and I love challenges, so I agreed.

In a few seconds, we were in a race to see who gets undressed first. I was so excited; I could not believe my eyes. I would be having sex with Philomena for the second time. It sounded too good to be true. My heart began jubilation in my chest and shortly after my dick followed.

I was still struggling with my zipper when she jumped on the bed, her eyes burning with pure desire and passion to possess my body. I could tell she wanted to fuck me so hard my brain lit on fire.

She quickly helped me with my zipper and in seconds my short was completely off. She came in between me and gently pushed me down till my back was against the bed.