I ran my hands over her breasts, watched her tiny pink areolas grow to a point. I took each between my thumb and forefinger and tugged.
“Ooooh.” Nula swayed as her nipples stretched. Her palm cradled the back of my neck and brought me forward.
I latched on to her long nipple, flicked my tongue across the rigid ripe flesh. My cunt throbbed—the taste of her nipple was sweet as honey. I sucked hard while my hands smoothed over her supple breasts.
“A little trick,” Nula said through her moans. “Rub honey into your tits. Drives your lover wild.” She pushed me away. “My turn. Take off your dress.”
Shame flamed my cheeks.
“What’s wrong, Golden Eyes?” She followed my gaze. “Have a beard, do you? Well, get me a sharp blade, olive oil, and a soothing balm, and I’ll take care of that.”
I brought her the sharpest blade we had, a jug of olive oil, and a balm made from the aloe vera growing behind our house.
Nula tested the blade against her arm. “Perfect. Lie down. Take your dress off first, eager girl.”
I kicked my dress away and stared down at the profusion of dark, coarse hair that, when compared to Nula’s smooth mound, looked like an overgrown thicket.
Nula crouched over me, her warm bare feet on either side of my hips. “I think we should get better acquainted before I shave this bush.”
“I already sucked on your tits.”
“Oh, you’re a feisty girl. I like that. But these,” she shook her breasts, “don’t have the power of this.” Her tongue flicked out like a snake and slithered between my lips.
Eager to taste a woman’s kiss, my tongue met hers. Together we savored the flavor of each other. We lingered, explored, and nibbled until we panted.
“You taste sweet as a muskmelon,” she murmured.
“And you like honeyed wine.” My hands trailed down her back to grab a handful of her plump ass, a thrill that pumped lust straight into my clit.
Nula kissed my chin and scooted downward until her mouth hovered over my breasts. “Such beautiful brown nipples.” She flicked her tongue across them and I moaned, squeezed her ass harder. She made circles around my breasts, coming closer and closer until reaching my taut brown buds. She flicked and licked, sucking one while twiddling the other. My cunt ached, needed a cock, needed release, but Nula took her time. Her lips played over my belly, sucked on the fleshy hips, and left round red marks.
“Love bites.” She spread my thighs. “Don’t ever leave them anyplace obvious.” She sampled a mouthful of my inner thigh, her soft fingers raking my curls.
Pleasure coursed through me, long pulses of need tightening my cunt and sphincter.
“Ready?” she said after making another red welt.
“Do it.”
Nula pursed her lips, her eyelids heavy. “A girl who knows her mind. How refreshing.” She swiveled around, so that her hairless, fragrant cunt was over my face as she hunched over my weedy delta. “Never do this dry.” Nula poured a bit of olive oil over my curls, her fingers raking through to soak each ringlet. “Olive oil is best, but water or goat’s milk work too.”
I had never seen a woman’s delta so close. Nula’s pink glistening petals swelled with a radiating heat. It was beautiful. Rosy valleys nestled between two ragged ridges of flesh. Her engorged nub lay like a jewel in the midst, like an eager sentry guarding the glistening door to her womb. I breathed her in, a slightly briny scent that reminded me of the time Momma flew me high above the sea.
I took hold of her ass and pulled down. I needed to taste her. Wanted to smother my face in her twat.
“Give me some warning, Golden Eyes. Almost nicked you.” Her ass tightened under my touch. “No licking. Not yet.”
“Hurry up.” I caressed her buttocks, then spread wide her cleft.
“Girl . . . girl . . .” she panted. “I’m almost done.”
I knew the second my bush was smooth shaven. Her tongue lapped at my cunt, which was wet and throbbing, and she lowered herself over me.
I savored her flavor, traveled over her rosy ridges, and sucked on her pink nub. This was a different kind of bliss, with her tongue and fingers in total control of my excruciatingly slow climb to paradise. I followed her lead. Lingered and fingered when and where she did. She widened my rosy valley, spread my thighs wide, explored and devoured and tormented.
I lapped like a thirsty lion at a waterhole. Sucked on her like sweet fruit. Pushed my tongue into her door. Thrust a finger inside until I found the rough spot that made her gush lust’s nectar.
My back arched, the pleasure concentrating, gathering strength and speed, and then the sweet tension released. Nula sat hard on my face. I couldn’t breathe. Waves of bliss crashed over me as I struggled for breath. I was flying, soaring into a blissful oblivion.
Her ass lifted. I gasped, sucked in air. My world cleared, yet my body still quivered from the aftermath of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.
I panted, inhaled deeply, blinked several times.
“Nice little trick, eh?” Nula kissed my belly button. “Be a good girl, and finger fuck me in the ass.”
I was an excellent student. Together Nula and I sang to the heavens the rest of the afternoon.
Nula left before Momma came home.
“Who did you like best?” Momma set down a basket of fish.
“I liked both.”
Momma’s eyes sparkled, and a satisfied smile lit her face. “Which one do you want back again?”
I chewed on my lip. “Both. At the same time.”
Momma burst out laughing. “That is the jinn part of you. But now comes the next part of your education. For Greatness is not had by luck, but by hard work and study.”
I started the fire for the fish. “No more sex?”
Her dark eyes flaming, Momma grabbed me by the shoulders. “Not with any of the village men or women. They will gossip.”
“What about Ekene and Nula? Won’t they gossip?”
“No. They were paid to forget.” She kissed my forehead, released my shoulders, and turned back to the fish.
“No more visitors?”
Momma dredged the fish in crushed pistachios. “None you will want to have sex with.”
CHAPTER 5
“Why are you building another house?” I stood behind Momma as she laid another mud brick.
“They need their own space.” Momma worked fast, setting the first seven rows in less than an hour.
“Who?” I drew circles in the dirt with the tip of my sandal.
“Those guiding you up the path of Greatness.” After setting the last mud brick of the batch, Momma checked to see if the new batch had dried in its wood form. Momma could have built a whole town in a week if she wanted. “When they arrive, cover your hair and face, wear your loosest dress, and remove the kohl around your eyes.”
“Why?” I trailed after her.
“Don’t be daft, daughter. They cannot see your beauty.” She wiped her hands on her stained dress, picked up a stake, and hefted it in her hand. “Put away that frown. You will understand one day and thank me.”
The first visitor was a dark-skinned man with more wrinkles than a raisin. Though his back was straight, he shuffled when he walked. He brought two great sacks full of papyri and scrolls. During those months I learned new words, memorized old theories, and formed new ideas. His scrolls filled my mind and heart with the wonder and wisdom of the world beyond our village.