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Un-Lesbianizing Rose Part One

by Omofineboy


My friend owned a night club and I had met a flurry of his customers there from all walks of life. Sometimes you met the rich and the broke, the good, the bad and the ugly. But we managed very well.

A certain night in December last year,I met a delectable but petite lady named

Rose. She was a Liberian. According to her, she came to Lagos in search of greener pastures. She was stunningly beautiful and had the grace and aura of a well groomed lady. She was nice to talk to and laughed easily. Her demurring and enchanting disposition made me to like her immediately. I bought her a drink and after our second martinis,, we were dancing away on the dance floor without any care in the world.

Her warm, succulent body was seductively pressed against mine. The twin peaks of her breasts pressed against my chest as her arms wrapped around my neck. My arms went round her waist, nudging her even closer. The unmistakable indication of my massive erection must have been obvious to her. We swayed to the Barry White music and floated in an imaginable cloud devoid of anyone else in the room. The dance floor was scanty as the night was still young.

“Do you want us to go somewhere quiet?” I asked in a hoarse voice. I could not bear to hide the searing desire burning my loins. I could also inhale her heat, which indicated that we were in sync with one another. “Yes, why not – ” she started to say.

Suddenly I felt a calloused hand taping me on my left shoulder. In annoyance I turned, thinking it was one of the drunken clubbers who wanted to cut in on our dance. “Piss off dude – ” I began to say in annoyance, then I realized the ‘dude’ was in fact a lady. She was a six footer like me and almost as muscular. She sported a short hair cut, dressed in sleeveless denim jacket atop a pair of denim trousers.

She was obviously looking as menacingly as a jealous husband. I felt Rose trying to wriggle out of my embrace but ii held her still. Over my shoulder, I said:”Yes, may we help you?” “She is with me, dude,” she replied rather harshly, the slits of her eyes spitting fire.

Rose then took the opportunity to wriggle out of my embrace.

“Hi Denise. This is my friend, Sebastian. Seb, this is my friend Denise,” she said, her feathers seemingly ruffled. “So, Rose, now I am just a friend, eh?” Denise spat out derisively. “Not now Didi, please” Rose implored with a pleading look. I just looked from one to another in confusion. “Well, Mr Sebastian, who whoever you choose to call yourself, this doll is with me. And I abhor the slightest notion of sharing. So, next time you see her, take you filthy hands off her. For dude, this one has been spoken for,” she said gruffly.

Then the penny dropped. Now I realized I was in the middle of a lesbianic love affair.

For a freaky second, I felt a twitch in my groin. It had always been my fantasy to fuck a lesbian and to take it a notch higher, have a ménage-a-trois with two lesbian lovers. This could be my one and only chance so I had to play it cool, I decided. This was gold!

I smiled widely and with an exaggerated bow, I apologized. “I am so sorry, Ms Denise. Believe me, Rose was so lonely and I felt a flower so lush and vibrant should not wilt due to lack of attention. I hope I wasn’t too forward by asking her for a simple dance,” I said a tad humbly.”You see, today is my birthday and my date stood me up,” I invented ingeniously.

Rose hid a smile. Denise looked uncertain. She was thrown back because she was spoilt for a showdown and I just let her down. Talk about stealing thunders. “Please if you don’t mind, could I buy you both a drink?”Still pretending to be the nice-guy-next door, ii asked. “Well, just one drink. But let me warn you, don’t you get any freaky idea aaboout Rose. Like I had said, she in mine, pure and simple,” she reiterated. “Point taken ma’am,” I said in a smarmy tone.

The night became interesting. I bought us a bottle of Black Label and chose a table by the corner off the bar. I engaged them in banters filled with innuendoes and sweet nothings. Rose laughed a lot but Ms D was only looking scornful and smoking her ciggies in loaded silence. Rose tried to relax but her partner watched her like a hawk. After a while, they danced a bit together while I watched with open admiration. I guess ‘Didi’ was the dude in that relationship. Her aggressiveness and arrogance left no shred of doubt about that. Then an argument erupted on the dance floor between the duo. Suddenly Denise grabbed Rose’s arm and whisked her off from the club.

I sat down feeling let down. I should have collected Rose’s phone number, I thought belatedly.

I scanned the room for an easy lay but none of the ladies milling around seeking for a quickie interested me. I drained the last drop from my glass and stretched my legs. Then I motioned on the bar-tender. He came and collected his money, smiling when he saw my generous tip.

I went to my car and as I was about to enter, I saw a lone figure looking forlorn and dejected and clearly sobbing. It was Rose. Could the fates be at play, I mused wonderingly.

“Rose, what the hell happened? Are you okay?” I asked concernedly. “She slapped me and broke up with me. She called me a slut!” she sniffed. “Come on now, Rose. She was merely pissed because she saw us dancing,” I tried too pacify her. “She is a maniac. When she is angry, she is dangerous. I hope she will not burn my things like the last time,” she said amidst sobs. “Last time?”I inquired curiously. “”We had a big fight. She threw me out and burned my things. Then later she came back, begged me and bought me new things. She was so sweet until today.” “Why was she mad the first time,” I couldn’t help myself “She saw me kissing Jackie. Jackie was her girlfriend before we met, “she said quietly.

This kept on getting absolutely better and better.

(To Be Continued)


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