Rainham Rhapsody | NEON LIT

Folake recognized her immediately.

Chidinma—the shy girl she'd taught piano for five years—now stood in her doorway. Grown. Twenty-two. Thick in ways that made Folake's professional mind short-circuit.

"Miss Okonkwo! I wanted to reconnect."

"You've... grown."

"I have." That smile held secrets. "I've also thought about you. A lot. For years."

They had coffee. Caught up. Reminisced.

But Chidinma's eyes said things her words didn't.

"I had such a crush on you," she finally admitted. "Back then. Do you remember when you'd guide my hands on the keys?"

"I remember."

"I used to dream about those hands. Doing other things."

"Chidinma—"

"I'm not your student anymore, Miss Okonkwo." She leaned forward. "I'm a woman. And I know what I want."

"This is inappropriate."

"Is it?" She stood and approached. "I'm an adult. You're single. Where's the impropriety?"

"The history—"

"The history is what makes it perfect." She sat on the piano bench beside Folake. "Play something. Let me watch your hands."

Folake played. Chidinma watched. The tension built like a crescendo.

"Now touch me like that."

On the piano bench, Folake's trained fingers found new keys to play.

Chidinma gasped and moaned, arching into every touch.

"Yes—just like that—you're so good with your hands—"

"Years of practice."

"Show me what else you've practiced."

They moved to the bedroom, the piano forgotten.

Folake explored the woman her student had become—thick curves, soft skin, hungry mouth. Every fantasy Chidinma had admitted to, Folake fulfilled.

"I've waited years for this," Chidinma breathed.

"Was it worth the wait?"

"God, yes."

The visits became regular.

Former teacher and former student, building something new on old foundations.

"What do I call you now?" Chidinma asked.

"Folake. Just Folake."

"And what are we?"

"Whatever we want to be."

Rainham had seen stranger love stories.

But none with such perfect harmony.