We got to the club. I spotted my friend with four guys at a table. Her friend beside her. She rushed to hug me. Breast and all. My body quivered.


I hadn’t felt female contact in months. I nearly peed. I never knew my friend’s body was that soft.

She introduced me to the guys. They gave me a whole bottle of VSOP. As per “you need this.”

Then—“Meet Laura, my childhood friend. She flew in to surprise me!”


Laura turned slowly. I swear music started playing in my head. Her face was glowing. She brushed her hair back and smiled. Beautiful babe. Like dem Instagram baddies. 5’9. Familiar face.


Then it clicked—wasn’t this my friend’s lifestyle blogger? I was following her on IG! I even pulled up her profile to confirm. It was her!

I sat beside the guys. Every fine boy in the club was saying hi to Laura. But her curving game? On 100.

I watched her dance like every other girl in the club. Body dey shake. Strapless bra dey fight for its life. Breast bouncing like soundtrack. I face my henny.

The guys on our table couldn’t take it. One by one, they tried to dance with her. She no gree. She turned her yansh to her friend and danced. I weak.


I went to the bathroom to breathe. Came back, Laura grabbed my arm:

“You’ve been sitting all night. Let’s dance.”

I said, “I don’t dance.”

She said, “Doesn’t matter.”

Next thing, I was behind Laura o. She dropped it low and brought it up—dragging my trouser with it!

Full-length turn to three-quarter.

I looked around. I was drinking free drink, on a table I didn’t pay for, dancing with the girl all the guys wanted. Confused!

It felt like two hours. All eyes on us. She loved the attention.


Club closed. We stepped out.

I greeted the guys. Offered to drop some cash. They refused. Solid guys.

Just as I was leaving, Laura said, “Let’s go with him.” My friend asked, “Do you mind dropping us?”

I said sure.


Drive was loud. Got to their place. Dropped them off. Then my phone rang.


“Come back. Laura said she might have left her phone in your car.”

I turned around. Laura came out alone. Dress on. Slippers now. She looked shorter. “Sorry, I think I dropped my phone.”

She searched, found it. “Thanks,” she said, then… wrapped her arms around me—and kissed me. Tongue and all.


Then walked away.