Chapter 5: Agege Bread

The knock changed everything.

I sat on that couch for what felt like hours, my skirt still bunched around my hips, my thighs still warm from her mouth, my heart still hammering against my ribs. I could hear Chi-Chi’s voice through the door—low, calm, professional. Discussing budget forms. Deadlines. The Dean’s expectations.

She sounded like a different person. Like the girl who’d just had her fingers on the edge of my underwear had evaporated into thin air.

When she finally closed the door and turned back to me, her eyes were different. Softer. Almost apologetic.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “That was ... bad timing.”

I pulled my skirt down. My hands were shaking.

“It’s okay,” I lied.

She walked over, knelt in front of me again. Took my hands.

“It’s not okay. I don’t want our first time to be interrupted by some lecturer’s errand boy. I want you to have all of me. Undivided.”

I looked at her. At the sincerity in her eyes. At the way she was still holding my hands like I was something precious.

“When?” I asked.

“Tomorrow. After your last lecture. My place.”

She kissed my forehead. Gentle. Then she stood and helped me up.

“Go,” she said. “Before someone sees you leaving my office at this hour.”

I walked out into the evening air. The campus was quiet—students heading to the cafeteria, the library, the fellowship hall. I passed them like a ghost.

My body was still buzzing.

The next morning, I walked into the dining hall and found Sarah already seated, her tray piled high with fried yams and a plastic cup of Milo. She waved me over with the kind of enthusiasm that made me suspicious.