Anna

She was the most beautiful white-skinned girl I had ever seen, tall, slim, round firm breasts that sat firmly on an enduring physique, and a round buttocks that every seat begged to behold and hold.

Her skin was a sparkling white of yellow that defined the wake of the breaking dawn, her hair, a blonde rich cream and full texture that graced an oval face.

It had no scar, spot or even a tinge of acne.

She was perfection shaped like a bottle, not just any bottle, but the most expensive champagne whose looks could only be bested by the rich, creamy, sweet, allure that the content carried. She was a liquid, soft like Milk, addictive like fine, sweet, rich wine mixed with heaven.

Her lips were pure bliss, round, small yet enough and wet like the fountain that constantly flowed, flourishing the living, drinking from the riverside.

She was a drink that had an everlasting taste and feel, one that never left the tongue.

She was Anna

In that moment, I forgot my roots, awed by her essence.

Eyes like fire, not the fiery one that burns, the one that warms the heart and penetrates the skin

She looked at you and you felt the heat of passion coursing through your bones

She was as fair as the sun, her skin was an invitation

None could refuse

It was my first time in Europe

I had never traveled out of Nigeria before

"Promise me you won't forget me for an oyibo girl" my girlfriend said a day before I traveled

Kneeling down beside her, I swore my loyalty "My love I swear with everything I hold dear, I will never ever leave you for anyone." Placing her hand on my cock to demonstrate my seriousness, it grew in size as she held it, then fondled it and then she smiled widely.

Slowly, I pulled her down to me, sliding my hands under her mini black skirt, I fingered her and found her moist and wet like a river.

In seconds my clothes were off and hers lay beside them, it was in the quiet of the night I penetrated her for the last time, her moans and cries of passion whispered raw desire into the night as I pushed my cock deeper into her, thrusting her with every ounce of love and desire, sweating ontop her, shaking from lust, she spread her legs to receive all of me and clutched my bare back, scratching and drawing flesh as she called my name one more time in the heat of passion, while I moved up and down ontop her with lightning speed, climaxing atop her one more time and watching her vibrate and cum underneath me.

"Yes Raymond, oh Ray, I love you so much and I'll wait for you." She confessed.

Now, three months later as this angel stood before me, I totally forgot all the promises I made with Chinwe, she was but an old memory passing away.

"I'm Raymond, nice to meet you, Anna." I extended my hands towards her and she took it, smiling and showing the most beautiful set of white teeth I had ever seen.

I was shaking like a distorted radio frequency inside, but outside I maintained a calm exterior, praying she didn't see how powerless I felt standing before her and taking her number.

"Hey buddy," Frank my friend from Australia called. "You like Anna right?"

"Well, I don't hate her," I replied with my Nigerian accent, never for once attempting to drop it for the forced American accent most Nigerians here took on upon arrival.

"Why must I change the way I talk so they can understand me, why can't they change the way they talk so I can understand them," I argued with my Nigerian friends.

"But it's their county" they replied

"Tell that to the Nigerians who have never travelled out of Nigeria, yet have foreign accents." We all laughed.

"She likes you too, but she's trouble," Frank said again.

"Trouble how?" I asked, curious.

"Too pretty." He said frowning, "too fucking pretty it scares the shit out of me.''

I looked at him and raised my eyebrow, then we both laughed.

Now three days after that conversation, I and Anna were walking down the boulevard, hand in hand, she had just accepted to date me a month before and now we were a couple.

The sex was great, she was more woman than any girl I had ever been with, more than all the girls in Nigeria, she was the second white girl I was dating, and from the look of things, I think she might be the last.

She did stuff no girl in Nigeria could even fathom, and boy, was she intelligent, after lovemaking we talked and talked way into the morning or hours into the night.

She made love with a strength even I didn't, couldn't give. She gave it her all, it was more than just a sexual activity for her, it was like a ritual, nothing like I've ever seen and for the first time, someone rode me and rode me so well, I came screaming like a girl, while she ground me, smiling and staring at my face while I came, she came too.

"I want you to meet someone Ray, I wanna introduce you to someone special."

I racked my brain trying to figure out who she meant, I knew she was an orphan, having lost both her parents in a car crash a few years ago.

So who could we possibly be meeting?

We walked a long time, talking, laughing, kissing, running until finally, walking all the way through the boulevard, we got to a lonely part, quite separated from the rest of the road. It was then I started feeling goosebumps, something wasn't right, something just wasn't adding up.

"I want to go back, Anna, I'm tired, can we come back tomorrow or some other time?" I half asked, half pleaded.

"But we are here already, c'mon, don't be a chicken." She said, laughing in her usual style.

"I'm serious Anna, I'm tired and I don't feel right," I replied

"Here, we are here, come and meet her." She beckoned.

"Meet who?" I asked perplexed now.

"My mum." She replied laughing like a child and guiding me towards something.

My heart almost flew into my mouth, I was seconds away from dragging my hands out of hers and fleeing but then I saw it, a small altar with pictures, flowers, and candles.

So she was superstitious, not crazy, well it could have been worse, she could have been a witch or a vampire.

She knelt down and called me to join her. "Kneel beside me, love, my mum asked me to bring you, she wants to meet with you and find out your intentions towards me."

I knew white people were sometimes crazy, maybe too much cold, but then I obliged her, didn't want someone crying or breaking up with me just because I wouldn't pray with her.

"Umm, Hi and Good evening." I said stuttering and fidgeting.

"Yeah, go on sweety, talk to her and don't be shy. She has questions for you." She pressed.

"I love your daughter and would do anything for her, besides I have the best intentions for her,'' I said.

The breeze was quick, it came and left as quickly with a hollow sound, I became suddenly hot, and goosebumps covered my entire body.

What's happening I asked myself.

"Are you sure young man, are you certain you would do anything for my daughter?"

It was a piercing voice the tore right into the evening, I turned to look at Anna, trying to figure out if it was some sort of prank, She was not moving, just looking straight at me with a smile plastered on her face, and then the voice came again, it wasn't from Anna, her lips were shut and her eyes were open staring at me with that same smile.

"I know all about you Ray, my daughter has told me everything about...

I ran without waiting for the words to complete.

I ran faster than my legs could carry me and I kept running.

I ran and kept running, ignoring the calls from Anna, until I had gotten to a respectable distance.

Then I stopped and cleaned my eyes, trying to understand what just happened, is this real, did I just hear a ghost talk?

This was the real deal, it wasn't some Nollywood production...Sebi I would have just kept my promise to my baby in Nigeria, look at the trouble my cock has landed me in now.

Then the breeze again, I felt a presence around me, turning I saw Anna.

"My mum is calling you and she doesn't like being kept waiting."

I fainted.

Anna

The End

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