Chapter 7: Chapter 7
Ama Donkor was the last person to leave the Human Rights lecture Hall at Room 507. She flung across her shoulder an ‘Obasima’ designer hang bag of which she had packed her voluminous law textbooks and jotter into. She slowly descended the staircases of the six-storey lecture hall block, joggling with her mobile phone. She placed the phone on her left ears and shouted. “Hello, Jobson, where are you now?” A male voice came from the other end. “Yes, Jobson on the line. Ama, I am in the house waiting for you. I have something special for you.” “Alright, I will be there in a jiffy.” She left the building and begun to quick-paced her steps toward the Southern gate of the National University of Ghana, whistling joyously. She got to the footpath that leads to the Arboretum and began to consider whether to take that course or pass through the main gate. Whilst trying to figure out what to do next, a hand shoved her shoulder from behind. She nervously turned round, only to find Koryo standing at her back; her face brimming rage. “Hello Sweetie, you have been avoiding me for far too long, why?” Koryo said. She placed her right hand behind Ama and pulled her along. Ama tried to resist but to no avail. “Please Koryo, I have an IA next week and have to catch up with certain topics.” Koryo replied. “Never mind, girl. I know you have Interim Assessment, but first thing first.” Ama continued to protest. “But where are you taking me to? “To my place, of course.” Koryo quickly chipped in.
The two girls walked alms-in-alms to Koryo’s place in total silence. The latter opened the door and pushed Ama into the single room studio, located at the Eastern corridor of the University campus. She fell heavily onto the only bed in the room. Koryo removed the key and put it in her hand bag. Before one could say Jack, she jumped onto Ama and began to lick her lips. Ama continued to complain. “Koryo, please, today I am not safe. Let us do it another time.” All her moans fell on deaf ears, as Koryo persistently sucked her nipples, while tearing apart her dresses. “There will be no other time when you continued to ignore my calls and avoid me. Blood or no blood, I shall lick you dry, Sweetie!” Ama then whispered. “Nonsense! You vampire, stop talking nonsense.” All her clothing were scattered in the room. Ama laid on the bed naked, panting. Koryo began to undress. She removed her blouse over her shoulders and head. She slowly unpinned her brassier. She went ahead to detached her smooth lower torso from her skirt and under wear exposing her clean shaved pussy with its clitoris tingling and zooming in and out from the vagina.
She walked across the room to a side table to remove a strapped penis dildo from one of its drawers to wear. At the other door that leads to the toiletries stood a table top refrigerator, where glasses of different shades are stored. She further removed a strong Campari from a case and filled two glasses with it. She gave one glass to Ama and sat on the bed drinking the other. She used her left thumb and index fingers to massage Ama’s clitoris which was exuding different shades of peach colours. Ama’s pupils begun to fade into its cornea and Koryo knew the Campari and the tickling of the clitoris were beginning to give Ama up as she entered her frustration and secret sweetness. Indeed, this is the moment of truth. She has to help her to reach her deeper secrets where she could not return until spewing her special juice to wet her under canal.
Koryo sipped more Campari into her mouth and slowly held Ama’s two thighs up and slowly immersed her head there. She spilled the Hot Campari into Ama’s vagina and begun to suck with her tongue up and down; left and right and inside-out. Ama started to whimper in ecstasy; faintly first, then louder and louder as she neared her eighth orgasm. Koryo stopped. She got off from the bed to strap a dildo penis around her waist. Even though she knew Ama was wet down there, she still went ahead to rub jelly cream on the strapped monster dildo and mounted the bed. She slowly inserted the dildo into her vulva, throwing her waist about like children moving up and down on a seesaw. The dildo began to find its way through her vagina and Ama felt sweet fire passing through all her system. She arose to tremble from her waist through her legs to her stomach and then to her brain as she reaches her ninth orgasm of the day. She raised her two legs up and spread them wide open to receive everything Koryo threw at her; moaning loudly and clutching her tightly, thus preventing Koryo from throwing her waist any longer. They remained in such posture for close to five minutes with their lips stuck enjoying each other’s mouth to the hilt. Koryo broke loose and the silence. “Oh my God, sweetness is what? Ama, indeed you are sugary but I cannot bring myself to understand why you want to throw all these happiness into the gutter for that slim bloke.” There was no answer. Ama was far gone in sleep.
Ama’s cell phone started ringing with Martinson’s name flashing on the screen. Koryo with water droplets all over her body betraying her beautiful women's libber rushes in from the toiletries to pick the phone. She looked at Ama who was still sleeping momentarily, swiped the touch phone’s screen to receive the call. She ran to the toilet to respond. However, she kept mute to hear the caller’s voice first. “Hello, Ama darling! I have been waiting for the past four hours……Hello, hello…” Without any respond from the phone, the caller dropped silence and eventually cut off the line. Koryo quickly ran to place the phone at where it was earlier. The phone continued to ring without anyone receiving it.