CHAPTER FOUR

I was about to say something when Bussy suddenly pulled my head closer with her left hand and kissed me with all her might.

“Third hut… 7pm”. She turned and walked three steps, before winking at me again. The way Bussy carried the package I gave her and her handbag, made me think she must’ve been a model at some point in her life.

Bussy walked towards the field facing the administrative block to get a bus that would transport her to Old Girls Hostel. There was no gainsaying the fact that I’d fallen for her. It was happening very fast. I stood there rooted to the spot as students walked around where I stood in all directions. They paid me no attention, due to the scorching Okada weather. The latter made everyone (especially the students), to always be in a hurry. I smiled and clutched the handle of my black bag, before walking to a nearby snack bar. I knew I couldn’t afford to breathe a word of what was happening to my mum. Maybe love was slowly developing between us, or maybe we were both destined to meet each other.

It was barely 6.40pm, some hours later when I sat in the third hut. I felt my heart beating thrice its normal rate. The sun had set, and several male and female students were walking and sitting in every available hut and field.

I ignored the male and female students who were seated opposite me. They sat close to each other and whispered to themselves at intervals. Their whispering notwithstanding, they paid more attention to their Blackberry mobile phones. At that point, I remember what my mum once said about love. She used to say that whenever you were with the one you love, you should and ensure nothing distracts your attention from her, not even for the slightest minute…

Suddenly, two hands covered my hands from behind. They were soft, effeminate and mild. My first impulse as a Wing Chun practitioner was to bend and twist those hands before rising to my feet. Initially, I thought they were Bussy’s hands, but I soon thought better. The scent of the body lotion was strange, and the left wrist wore a bangle. Bussy never wore bangles on either wrist.

“Alright, who’s this?”

“It’s Bussy”, a voice chuckled in front of me.

“No, it’s not”, Bussy’s fingers aren’t as long as these “.

Slowly, the hands were lifted off my eyes, as I beheld Bussy standing in front of me. I saw a taller girl behind me, standing outside the hut. Seconds later, a third girl walked into the hut with chewing gum in her mouth.

“Pierre Abutu, please meet my bosom roommates: Tracy, who covered your eyes and Felicia, a.k.a. Felibaby, who loves chewing gums”.

“It ain’t all the time I chew gums…” Felicia said with a smile. Tracy was as tall as myself, and could easily pass for a footballer. She wore a white short sleeved top and a pair of blue jeans that was similar to the one I currently wore. Bussy wore a wine-coloured tan-top, on a pair of blue jeans. She also wore an elbow-length shirt over her tan-top, and a pair of white sneakers. Her hair was loose and fell on her shoulder. She must have removed the weaves earlier.

“And I’m Felicia… I know she won’t introduce me. Bussy’s jealous of my bubble gum chewing prowess. Felicia was wearing a pair of feminine sportswear, while her hair was also let down. Before I could respond, Felicia chewed the bubble gum rapidly in her mouth and blew a lemon sized bubble out of her mouth. We all ‘cheered’ her as it popped three seconds later.

“Wow, I’m glad to meet you guys”, I told Felicia.

“We are four in our room, Pierre, but my third roommate has gone to her own fellowship. I think she attends Deeper Life Christian fellowship or something like that. Her name is Eunice, and she’s an chemical engineering student. Busy said and sat near me. “She must be returning this very moment”. Bussy giggled and winked at me.

“We are all in the science field anyway…” Trace added with a smile.

“We are taking a walk to the estate gate…” Felicia popped another bubble gum. “See you guys later”.

Felicia adjusted her hair and walked out of the hut, before I could respond. Tracy followed her almost immediately and waved at Bussy.

“Don’t keep Pierre Abutu out here for too long, Bussy…” Tracy began with a smile”.

“No, I won’t, Bussy responded, before turning to face me. It was only I who noticed when the boy and girl who had been sitting opposite me, stood up and left.

“Hope your day was awesome?” I began. Bussy didn’t answer, but rather fondled the collar of my milk-coloured shortsleeved cotton shirt.

“One hundred kisses?” That was much, Pierre”.

“What do you mean?” I asked feigning ignorance about what she was talking about. “.

“I was talking about the chocolates”, Bussy whispered and shifted closer. Three vehicles sped past on the tarred road in quick succession.

“Do you like them?” I asked her with a smile.

“Like them? I love them, Pierre. Each piece feels like your lips on mine…”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, they feel like… your kisses” Bussy held my head with her two hands, and kissed me like her life depended on it.

“The perfume Bussy was wearing seemed magical at the moment.

“I love you Bussy”, I whispered, as she brought her forehead nearer to touch mine.

“You have no idea what you mean to me, Pierre”.

“What do I mean to you?”

“You are a God-sent to my life, and nothing would ever make me leave you…”

I bent my mouth a little and kissed her again as our eyes shut slowly. She (reacted) positively when I squeezed her buttocks with my left hand. Her physique was indeed portable. The way I felt when kissing Bussy was pretty difficult to describe.

“Come on Bussy, let’s go over there”, I whispered to her. She grabbed her mobile phone and exited the hut with me. There were so many male and female students trickling into the huts, and I was glad I decided to leave with Bussy. We walked some few metres to the external perimeter of the basketball court and sat on one of the elevated concrete posts.

“I love the way you walk, Bussy”, I whispered to her.

“It’s natural… that’s how I’ve been walking since childhood, high school…”

I bent to kiss her before she could finish her sentence.

“Who taught you how to kiss, Pierre?”

“I learnt it from the James Bond characters”, I smiled as she giggled coyly. The breeze was blowing again, and I wished the night would never end.

“Can I ask you something, Pierre?”

“What is it?” A vehicle was turning in the distance, and its headlights flashed in our direction.

“What does sex feel like… or have you ever had sex before?”

I stared into Bussy’s eyes before saying another word. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her again. Somehow, I felt her breasts on me while her body jerked a bit.

“You want to know the truth? No, I haven’t had sex before, Bussy?”

Bussy held my left hand with her right hand, and stared into the distance ahead of us.

“The way you make me feel, Pierre, if it were possible, I would want you to make love to me, here and now”.

“Why, are you sure?”

“My body is on fire, Pierre Abutu”.

Bussy shifted close to me and buried her head on my chest. Her hands were soon around my neck, while I inhaled the scent of her hair.

“I love you Pierre Abutu… promise me that you’ll always love me too”.

“I’ll always love you, Bussy”.

“Are you sure?” She whispered and lifted up her head

“Yes, I promise you”.

“And I also promise not to share your one hundred kisses with any of my roommates, to the one hundredth piece”.

We both laughed while she wrapped her right hand around my waist. The evening was cool and the atmosphere reminded me of one of my vacations in Paris with my mum. I tried to imagine what was going through Bussy’s mind. I kept thinking of her lips, those succulent lips of hers which were divinely crafted on her tender mouth. At that moment I was certain that I was in love with Bussy, but was she in love too?

“Pierre?” Bussy whispered.

“Yes, B… what is it?”

“I’m in love… with you. I love you”.

She raised her head to stare at me. She looked at me with calm eyes as the breeze kept blowing.

“Are you sure, B.?” I asked, but soon regretted asking such a question.

“I’m sure, baby”, Bussy’s right palm was on my left cheek. Her perfume seemed to envelope the entire atmosphere. Her eyes were mesmerizing.

“I love you too Bussy, and I want you to know that I mean it. I love you from the bottom of my heart”. Bussy stretched her neck and kissed me passionately. The fingers on Bussy’s left hand interlocked, while I kissed her cheeks, forehead, neck, chin and lips too.

“Pierre, you’re setting me on fire”.

“Are you okay, Bussy?” I asked in a low voice.

“Calm down… she giggled and balanced her head on my left shoulder.

“I love you Pierre… and I want what’s between us to last till my final breath…”

I tried to imagine Eka’s reaction if I told him about Bussy.

“It was my friend in 500 Level who made me approach you that evening”.

“Are you serious? Oh my, I have him to thank for making me meet an angel”.

“Angel… I’m no angel, Bussy… just a normal dude from Kogi State”.

 “Why did your father name you Pierre… why not Prince?”

I sighed and kissed Bussy’s forehead, while our fingers were still interlocked. They were several unique things about Bussy,  that made me feel we were compatible with each passing minute.

“My Dad loves everything about the French… their culture and tradition. I guess that’s the reason”.

“How about your mum? Swiss cultures and tradtions, I guess?

We both laughed and stared at several speeding vehicles in the distance.

“I think it’s time you retired to your hostel, B.”.

“No… I wanna stay with you a little bit longer”.

“Likewise me, but you remember those crazy security guards who usually shut it once its 10pm”.

I jumped down from the post, and watched Bussy in amusement as she stubbornly refused to get down. She looked stunning whenever she was angry or plain serious. She soon folded her arms and across her breasts and looked away.

“I’m not going anywhere… I’ll just sleep here, or accompany you to your hostel”.

“Is that what you want, my lady?”

“Yes sir, that’s what I want”, Boussy pouted and tilted her head like an eighteenth century painter’s model.

“Alright, good night dear. See you in school tomorrow”. I whispered to her and turned with my hands in my pockets. Suddenly, I rushed towards her and tickled the sides of her chest.

“Oh, Pierre, stop… please stop. I will get down”. Bussy was laughing as I continued tickling her. The next moment, she jumped down and fell into my arms. She wrapped her legs around me and kissed me slowly.

Moments later, we walked to her hostel arm in arm, while she giggled about her initial refusal.

“Pierre, I want you to know that I’m yours, and you’re mine, forever”.

“I love you Bussy… Lord knows I really do. I’ll never leave you no matter what”.

Bussy held and embraced me the next moment, while paying no attention to the students who were now everywhere.

“…and Pierre… you’ve got nice eyebrows. I love you”. Bussy stretched her neck and head towards me and kissed me once more before hurrying towards the gates of her hostel.

“Bussy… so natural, so different, so in love”.

I was barely in my room, half an hour later when Bussy called to check up on me. There were voices giggling in the background from her end, and I could guess who they were.

“Pierre, my roommates aren’t happy…”

“Why, I asked”.

“They said that you’ve ignited something in me, and that you’re spoiling me… hahaha”.

“If I don’t spoil you, who will, or should I spoil them”.

“You could spoil Eunice…”

Eunice, who?” I asked in disbelief.

“No, no… please don’t spoil me”, Eunice pleaded. “Spoil her only sir”. They all burst out in laughter. The next moment, Bussy left them in the room and continued the conversation on the balcony outside the room.