GOOD INTENTIONS - A HARMLESS VISIT

Monday morning came with its usual nagging and longing for more bedtime, but Frank was already used to it. The shrill cry of the weird Chinese melody that was supposed to be his alarm tune never failed him. Now fully awake, he stood up, stretched his limbs and chuckled soon as he noticed his breakfast boner, reaching for the air-conditioner remote on his nightstand, he turned the cooling unit off, then walked across the room to switch on the lights.

After bathing, he got dressed for work and sat down on the bed. Opening one of the nightstand drawers he retrieved his daily devotional which he read before kneeling and praying for a little over ten minutes; fellowship with the Holyspirit was very important to him. After praying, he grabbed a particular notepad from the only table in the room and stuffed it into his backpack before exiting the house.

Frank got to his workplace a little earlier than usual, so he seized the opportunity to follow up on the names his choir director gave to him after service on Sunday. 

"They are members of this choir, they just don't know it yet." his choir director would always say.

He sat at his table, reached inside his backpack for the notebook and started with the first name on the list, a few were switched off, some rang out and then:

"Hello..." a voice from the other end of his phone. 

Frank quickly checked his notepad to be sure he had the right number.

"Kaffi?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes this is she, sorry who is this?" she said with a voice that held no resentments. 

"Hi, this is Frank. You were in church yesterday and you indicated an interest to join the choir. So I just thought to call and know how you were doing today."

"Oh, that's quite thoughtful of you. You guys are really serious about this your choir matter...." she said with a little laugh.

"Yes, we are" Frank replied. 

"So are you like the choirmaster or something?" she asked. 

"Definitely not a choirmaster, nor am I the choir leader. I am one of the lead vocalists in the choir though." 

"So you sing pretty well then...." she added.

"I try" he replied, now conscious of how much time he had to be on the phone. The office officially opened at 8am and staff weren't allowed to use phones during work hours, but for some reason, he felt he should make Kaffi feel comfortable enough, before ending the call, that way he could gladly inform his choir director that he had one success story.

"Your address isn't on the form you filled yesterday. If it isn't a bother, can you give it to me?" Frank asked.

There was a pause on Kaffi's end.

"It's just routine, we usually visit our first-timers within twenty-four hours, after they have indicated interest to join the choir." He added.

"Okay...I guess that's alright. I stay at No. 16 Oladipo Close, just opposite the Farm Market, along Aba road."

Frank quickly scribbles the address on his notepad.

"Great, I'll most likely visit on my way back from work, the address shouldn't be too difficult to trace..." Frank said with excitement. 

"Will you teach me to sing better?" Kaffi asked almost immediately.

"Ermmm... it's just a courtesy visit, although I could show you a few things when I get there. Have a beautiful day Kaffi."

"You too."

The excitement he felt as he ended the call was almost surreal, after calling all the names on his long list, this particular call was a win.

At the close of work, Frank signed out at the reception desk and quickly started towards the exterior of his office building. Taking out his phone, he dialled Kaffi's number, it rang out at first and on the second try, she picked.

"Hello..." he said, expecting her to recall either his voice or his number.

"Hello..." Kaffi replied sounding quite unsure of who she was talking to.

"This is Frank, we spoke earlier today. I just closed from work, so I should be with you in a few minutes."

"Great, see you soon then," she said.

While on his way, Frank tried his best to match a face to the beautiful voice he had been talking to over the phone; he imagined her light, then melanin black, then just chocolate, eventually he gave up and smiled to himself, maybe he was overthinking this. He just hoped she would be as welcoming as she was over the phone. 

He just wasn't prepared for what he saw when he got to Kaffi's. She opened the door and he literally froze for about three seconds, Kaffi was beautiful; with no makeup on, her face was as smooth as a baby's bottom, her eyes were fierce and almost intimidating, she had her hair tied into a ponytail and he couldn't help but notice she wasn't wearing a bra...this last bit got him uncomfortable. Kaffi was used to guys staring but was shocked it only took Frank a few seconds, she opened the door wide enough to just allow a little space between them as he passed into her living room. 

Her house was almost as beautiful as she was, Frank just stood for a while admiring the subtlety of her decor, she had a wine-red themed interior finishing with the exception of her window blinds that were dark green for reasons best known to her. Taking a seat on the single chair, directly opposite her flatscreen TV, he expected her to go into her room and possibly change into a less revealing top or maybe throw on a bra, but Kaffi walked over to the sofa and sat, wearing the most beautiful smile ever. 

"You have a beautiful home," he said, half trying to distract his mind from wandering far away and half trying to take charge of the situation he found himself in. 

"Thank you..." she said, well aware that she was making him uncomfortable but was fascinated at how he was aptly managing himself.

"What can I offer you, I have some softs in the fridge and a bottle of wine, that's if you take alcohol?" she added.

"Water would be just perfect," he said with a smile.

Kaffi got up and returned with a glass and a big bottle of water on a tray. She dropped the tray on the centre table and pulled one of the side-stools. Lifting the tray off the table she bent over, placing it on the side stool directly in front of Frank, she took her time pouring the water into the glass coquettishly. Frank didn't plan for any of this, this wasn't happening, or was it, is she really trying to seduce him on his first visit? He knew and had heard of girls that were too forward, but firsthand, this was on some next level, he battled some more thoughts, and even considered standing and excusing himself from her apartment, but he felt she was a soul that could be won over and decided to sit this torture through. Whatever she was playing at, wasn't going to work, he figured he would spend the next ten minutes just talking randomly about music and informing her of the choir rehearsal schedules before taking his leave. 

Determined to see his plan come to fruition, he spent the next eight minutes teaching her about improvisations and showed her some riffs and runs, he made her imitate him when he did the riffs, and she sure was a good singer but not a match for the glory his voice carried. All the while, Kaffi kept wondering how he was doing it, she intentionally flicked her hair and sensually bit her lower lip slightly whenever she missed a note, yet somehow Frank was blind to all her gimmicks. 

"Okay, so we have a few minutes before I disappear..." Frank said breaking her thought pattern.

"...let me show you some warm-ups that will come in handy as a vocalist. We'll start with the neck stretches" he continued.

"The neck what?" She asked surprised. 

"Relax, it's pretty simple," he said reassuringly with a smile. 

"So what do I do Sensei?" she asked 

"Funny you, just look as far left as you can, then right" he instructed, assuming an upright position and ensuring Kaffi did the same. Kaffi was quite stiff and was moving her shoulders with her neck, making a total mess of the whole procedure. Frank without thinking, still in Sensei mode, went behind Kaffi, holding her cheeks in place, he moved her neck and her shoulders didn't follow...that's when it hit him, her skin was cold and soft, and before he could withdraw his hands, he felt her palm envelop his with her back still facing him, she let out a silent smile. Frank quickly recoiled his hands and went back to his side of the room, clearing his throat, he resumed his vocal warm-up tutorial.

"Next, the Shoulder roll, all you have to do is to rotate your shoulders forwards, then backwards and finally squeeze them upwards and release" He instructed once again, this time Kaffi was on point, seeing him flinch as he recoiled his hands just made her realize she was actually getting to him, 

They spent the next twenty minutes doing yawns, tongue rolls, lip rolls, breathing exercises and finally took a five-minute break. Kaffi was pretty much tired now and lying flat on her back, a little sweat had found its way to the surface of her very revealing singlet, outlining what little she had to hide. Frank had removed his tie and folded the sleeves of his shirt already at this time. Standing up from his sitting position on the floor, Frank went to pull her up so they could continue. 

"Don't worry, it's the final bout..." he said as he walked towards her. 

"...remember you wanted this" he continued as he came closer to where she lay. As soon as he bent to pick her up...

"Nope, I wanted this..." she said, pulling him down and locking her lips with his. 

Frank wanted to dislodge from her grip, but instead of his limbs moving, his tongue found hers. In a few minutes, they were wildly snogging. It all dawned on him that it had gotten too far when he realized she was butt naked and was seriously working her way through his trousers to meet his full arousal. If he hesitated for a micro-second, this story would have a few more pages added to it, and he was sure he didn't want to write this much, he flogged himself for not bailing at the first sight of the bait. His mind was running through different emotions while her hands were fastidiously trying to disengage his very weird belt buckle. When he noticed she was still struggling, he seized the moment to try and stand... but his limbs still felt paralysed. It felt like his body wanted to stay and yet he didn't. More thoughts flooded his mind; maybe no one will find out, maybe this would be a one-time thing, maybe she would stop...or not, while he yet analysed his options, her hand found a way through his zipper, and that shocked him back to reality causing him to abruptly jump up.

"I th...th...think we should s..top" he stammered as he spoke, trying to fix his zipper amidst his full arousal. 

Kaffi just sat down on the floor, smiling to herself. She reached for her singlet and lazily slid into it, still bare from her waist down she got up, walked over to Frank and pecked him at the side of his mouth... "you look parched" she said, "let me get you a cold drink," she continued as she disappeared into the kitchen, counting her steps, fully aware Frank was staring. 

Frank checked his time and it was past 9pm, he felt disappointed in himself that he had let this meaningless charade go on this long, with a lady he only just met today and was meant to simply visit and invite to church and rehearsals. She returned to the living room only to meet a full dressed man who looked like he couldn't hurt a fly, this time she served the drink without a tray, Frank took the drink without even allowing himself look down at her, he gulped the entire content of the bottle in one sweep and announced his departure.

Kaffi walked him to the door and soon as he was outside and had his back to her, she slapped his buttocks and this startled Frank. Walking down towards the exterior gate, he turned to wave goodbye but found himself taking one last look at Kaffi, the fluorescent bulb on her front porch, cast a perfect shade on her face yet accentuating her lower torso, and he thought to himself how beautiful her thighs were. She still wore her smile and opened the door wide enough for him to get a perfect stare, then she shut the door and Frank tripped on a stone, but held his balance, resuming a steady pace, he walked out the gate.

While at home preparing to go to bed his phone rang.

"Hello, sir" he answered very respectfully.

"How are you doing today Bro. Frank?" Chuka asked.

"I am great sir"

"Did you get to call and visit the names allocated to you today?" his choir director asked him.

"Sir...I actually called all of them, but none picked. I guess it's because I called so early. I would try again tomorrow sir." Frank replied

"Remember, they are members of our choir, they don't just know it yet. Goodnight Bro. Frank"

The story continues here(Part 2)

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