HOW I FELL IN LOVE WITH MY GOKADA RIDER
This is the story of how I fell in love with my Gokada rider… I was going to my friend’s birthday party when I decided to order an Uber. The Uber driver was very slow and irritating and time was fast gone. So I cancelled the ride and decided to go for Gokada instead. I disliked motorbikes especially for long rides but had no choice.
The rider accepted my ride and called to tell me he was at the mechanic, fixing his bike. I was getting frustrated at this point and told him to hasten up. He arrived shortly. Dark skinned, thick black full hair, and was on a T-shirt that had been previously black but now brown.
He shone his teeth. Well, for a starter, I loved his dentition. Dentition is a thing for me. He offered to fix the helmet for me and I sat behind him.
“It would be better you hold onto me because I am going to speed as you are in a hurry abi I should not speed?”
I ignored him. He began to speed and I had no option but to hold him tight.
“Aunty you know say na you dey rush me. Normally, I no dey too speed like this. I no one disappoint you today as you look very fine.”
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t interested in any compliments .
In less than 30 minutes, we got to my destination. I was stunned. He legit escaped traffic by squeezing his bike between cars and trucks. I was glad and I admired his confidence and determination. I paid him and saved his number. Asking him to take me back home after. He smiled.
“You’re very beautiful” He said.
I basically grinned in return and walked into the restaurant. I had an amazing time with my friends and things went south. I wouldn’t mention the name of the restaurant but it’s situated in Surulere. I wouldn’t want to focus on that experience. So I had to leave earlier than I wanted. I called the rider to come and pick me up as I fumed in anger.
“Aunty, I am around ipaja oh! But because it is you I will rush down there to pick you.”
“Please just hurry here abeg!” I ended the call. I wanted to be home ASAP.
He arrived earlier than I expected. I was really glad and starting to feel him. His presence instantly brought a smile to my face.
“Aunty, you dey vex before or am I the one making you smile like this?” He teased. He helped with my helmet and I held onto his waist without request.
He looked back at me and laughed. He sped through the highway and I smiled as the breeze touched my skin and blew my hair. I was happy. He gave me this happiness I couldn’t explain. I wanted to know more about him.
“What do you do?” I asked.
“I’m a student of LASU , I fund my education with this job. I don’t have shame oh, my mates see me riding bike. I’m studying engineering and I’m in my final year. I’ve done all kinds of jobs from conductor to even bus driver.” He explained. I liked him. He wasn’t lazy.
“So what do you want to do after this?” I asked.
“I am positive that things will work according to plan. I don’t want to do this job again. The breeze is affecting my health. My mother has asked me to stop but I’m rugged.” He turned to me and smiled and ran into the BRT lane.
He sped through the BRT lane not caring about any police force. I was happy and so was he and that was all that mattered. I still clenched to his waist and at a point, laid my head on his back.
“Them go wound you, you dey do love!!” A killjoy bus driver shouted at us.
We both shouted back at the driver “Olodo! See your dirty bus! You no even get side mirror! Ode!”.
He got to my house finally and it was 9pm already. “Wow! Thank you so much! I might have a job for you. How do you see delivery business by the side?” I asked him. “I no mind” So I decided to contact him after that day.
“Aunty you are very nice to me. I so much appreciate.” He thanked.
“Can you call me Simisola instead?” I requested.
“What about baby?”
“Don’t push it .” He bade goodbye and rode away. I was really looking forward to seeing him again.
I couldn’t wait to call him again. To be very honest, in all my life, I’ve never been as eager to see someone again as I was. I really didn’t understand what was about him. Was it his untidy hair or his faded shirt? Was it how he rode his bike? Was it how he smiled at me?
He messaged me on WhatsApp. “Aunty, please don’t forget your offer. Thank you for today.” I smiled and whispered to myself “I have big plans for you.” I didn’t understand what that meant but I did say it. I decided not to message him till two days after. I wanted to take my time. I had some orders from my business @simi_lagos and decided not to request my dispatch service but keep them all for him. I called him that morning.
“Can you come to my place today? You’re a fast rider that’s why I’m trusting you with my packages. It’s 10 of them.”
“Yes! I will come! I don’t stay too far from you. God bless you Aunty.”
“Simi.” I corrected before ending the call.
I waited for him shortly until he turned up. This time, he wore a green T-shirt, his hair well combed and shiny without dust. I could see how handsome he was!
“Hahan see how good you look today. No be party you dey go oh!” I teased.
“Hahan Simi, this is how I even look in school. Nobody would believe I ride bike.”
This whole time, he was outside my gate. My items were still in the house. I really did not know what pushed me but I said “Come in.” And he followed behind as I strolled to the main door leading to the sitting room.
“Sit down and wait for me. Do you want any drinks?” I asked politely.
“Aunty, your house is really beautiful.”
“Which one is Aunty!? I’m very sure you’re older than I am.” I snapped .
I returned to where he sat with a bottle of water as he was indecisive on what he wanted. I counted the packages and lay them in front of him.
“Please do them early. I don’t want complaints from customers and excuses from you.” I begged him.
“Trust me na” He said touching my hand.
I felt shivers down my spine and opened my mouth. He paused and pulled his hand away. “Abeg no vex” He apologized. I didn’t want him to take his hand away. I held his hand again.
“Abeg I Dey use God beg you oh! No disappoint me!” He laughed and got up to leave with the items.
Then I didn’t know what spirit pushed me. Must have been a demon. I don’t know. But it was a strong influence. I stood on my toes and held his face in my hands. Our lips locked.
“Sister, sorry…” He apologized and quickly took his face away, ashamed.
“No, I’m the one sorry” I corrected. Almost immediately, he kissed me again and this time, for a long time without interruption. He was an experienced kisser.
I didn’t want us to stop, neither did he. Then he started growing wings. I guess he was equally intoxicated by the moment and he placed his left hand on my bosom. I didn’t stop him. In fact, that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted all of him. And I mean ALL.
I motioned to the sofa and he sat on it while I sat on his leg facing him with my hands wrapped around his head; exploring every part of his lips and exploding in excitement. I hadn’t felt that way in a long while and I was glad it was happening. His lips… his lips were awesome.
We stopped but his hand was still caressing my breasts. He switched from the left to the right like he had some degree in bosom satisfaction. Experience was clearly not written on the face. Then he placed his right hand under my shirt and I could feel his palm on my bare skin.
His fingers worked their ways to my erect nipples, teasing and squeezing them. Like magic, my bra was off. He kissed me again and with a swift, my shirt laid on the bare ground. He looked up to me and kissed my neck after. I let out a soft moan.
His kisses moved downwards. From my neck to my chest and from my chest to the center of my breasts. Then he placed one of my breasts in his mouth and used his tongue to tease it. I was in awe of his expertise. In awe of how well timed he was. How he could take his time to hold me
To move in line with my body. He held my body with both hands but his mouth, his tongue held my soul. It controlled me. His mouth moved from one bosom to the other, biting softly and suckling at the same time.
He took his lips off my bosom and let out a soft whisper “Ronke.” I stood still. Trying to process what I heard. But I didn’t want the moment to be ruined so I decided to ignore the name he called and enjoy the moment.
He kissed me on the lips again but this time, he became rough. I guess it was the Ronke. She liked it rough. He took my lips into his aggressively and I liked it. In fact, I liked it better than when he went soft on me. I liked the new spirit. I wanted it hard.
He suddenly put his hands in my shorts almost tearing it off. “Slow down.” I had to say. Well, whatever was going to happen didn’t have to lead to my favorite shorts getting torn. He calmly pulled the zip down and touched my crotch.
“Make love to me!” I whispered to him. I was surprised on how vocal I’d become with a man I’d barely known.
“Make crazy love to me” I added as I bit on his earlobe softly. He pulled my shorts and began to rub my clit with his thumb. My underwear was still on.
He began to rub it like a DJ at the beginning stage of his career but as the moment passed, he became an enthusiast, a professional, a master. I could feel myself explode in thousand pieces. Nobody had ever controlled my body the way he did. I could drown in my waters, my wetness.
Then slowly and gently, he pulled my underwear away. I could see his erection from his pants. I pulled his shirt off and tried pulling his pants off too. “Wait.” He said placing his finger on my lips. “I’d give this to you soon. Be patient.” I was running mad at this point.
He was asking me to be patient. We had limited time to get this. As intense as the situation was, I had my customers at the back of my mind. I needed my package delivered quick and I needed his package delivered to me quick too.
“Please…” I whispered to him.
He obliged and took his pants off revealing the print of his member waiting to perform behind his boxers. I could hear it scream “Get me out of here to thy promise land, master!”
I held it in my hands trying to calm it down to let it know that thy time had come and thy promise land was wet in excitement. But before I could take it to thy promise land, I decided to give it a tour around the country. I pulled his boxers off and placed his member in my mouth.
His master moaned “Ronke” but this time, it was more audible. I cared less about who Ronke was. But at that moment, I owned the stage and Ronke could be damned for all I cared! I began to perform CPR on his member moving my head back and forth.
I treated it like a child at first but then I remembered its survival depended on my performance. I placed it deeper in my mouth, letting it know I knew exactly what was needed. I held it with my hands, pampering it then bringing it back to life with my mouth.
I could bet Ronke wasn’t able to do that! Then I knew it was time to get to the promise land. He pushed me to the ground and before I could utter the syllable ‘Con’ he was already inside me taking over my body and my soul.
He rammed into me like he’d never been in a woman before. Or was Ronke not enough for him? Could bet she wasn’t. He moved back and forth and my body followed the rhythm. The muscles tightening and releasing the grip. I could feel droplets of sweat on my skin.
He was going deeper and harder every moment. I could feel it hit some parts of my body I never knew existed. Then he stopped midway. “Ronke!” He exclaimed and pulled out almost immediately pouring out his children to the ground. Ronke be cursed!
I hissed. I got irritated by the Ronke calling. He could’ve been dumb for all I cared. I wondered why I was that annoyed. I knew it was more than a moment with him. I knew I wanted more of him and not just for a day but everyday. I couldn’t believe myself .
“Take the items and leave,” I said to him. “My customers are waiting.”
He struggled between wearing his pants and cleaning the ground. I wore my clothes and opened the door for him. “Please do your job quick.” I instructed not looking at his face.
I could feel my heart race and my eyes sting. He ruined the moment with the mentions of the bitch. He walked out of my front door avoiding my face. I heard him mutter “thank you.” And immediately I had showers running down my eyes. I banged the door and walked to my room.
I distracted myself from the memories replaying in my head by seeing a movie. I didn’t want to think about it. Immediately, I felt dirty, cheap, weak, not enough and every other negative feeling. The day went by and I got confirmations from the customers that they’d received .
I sent him his money and made no calls to him. I decided to check his WhatsApp status and saw him post a picture of a lady with the caption ‘My one and only’. The idiot couldn’t even spell well. The Ronke bitch sat on a wooden bench with a smile on her face wearing a gown of 200 naira.
Herself and her cheap ass boyfriend couldn’t afford quality clothing. I became bitter and for my sanity, I deleted and blocked his number. Then I made a call across to my friend, Joe as I said walking to the clinic for postinor. “Abeg you get your HIV kit? Come run test for me biko.”
This is Pure Fiction. I hope you all enjoyed it. ❤️
Written By Simisola Sowole