She was a girl, pulchritudinous and epitome of a damsel; she was so attractive and curvaceous that most guys were been mesmerized whenever she was passing. Every naughty minds won't only think lasciviously about her, such minds would be scheming plans on how to bring her to their abodes. She saw his account on Facebook as one of those persons Facebook had suggested for her to add as friends; she surfed through his timeline, she got hypnotized by what she beheld. She was the first to send a message into his inbox; He replied and the discussions resumed. Two of them were still students, not freshers but at least each of them had been on campus for not less than three years.
After some days of their online
friendship, he realized that they were not yet friends on Facebook; then he
sent her a friend request which she accepted with no hitches [anyway, boys are
meant to be the first to approach girls during amatory games]. The friendship
spread and extended to other social media. His cute appearances made her to go
nuts: He uploaded his pictures when he was at pubs, hotels, hanging out with
friends, in classrooms, in and beside exotic cars; she never failed to drop a
comment on each of his photos. They told each other about their backgrounds,
both the ones that were true and those that were false.
She was becoming nervous, she really
needed him to open up to her, but he
seemed to be wasting time. Three months had gone already, yet he had not said
anything apropos to her expectations. Her prayer points changed, she always
prayed God to make him to spew out that she was in dire desire to hear from him. She was
often pondering over what could be keeping him so long to break the coconut for
her: maybe he had another date? No, that couldn't be true owing to how intimate
their online relationship was becoming; he was ever ready to chat with her each
time she desired.
She thought about many probable cases
that could be the reasons behind his delay in opening up to her, but none could
convince her. Later, she inferred that he must be real to have waited so long
and had not yet said anything to her. Once in a while she was always believing
and unbelieving her inference; "I know he ain't a shy kind!", she
convinced her troubled mind to be patient (believing that God was busy
preparing for her [the princess] a prince. He was calling her as often as her
heart longed for, he never failed to tell her those mind-soothing words that made
her wishing he was already with her. He had never said anything about sex to
her; nothing like asking or telling her something sexual (albeit he was always
romantic).
Five months had passed by, nothing
from him, even as a joke, he had not said anything pertinent to the desires of
her heart. Then, she decided to go for what belonged to her before it would be
lost to someone else. It was her who made a request to visit him; initially, he
refused. But, she kept on pestering so profusely that he had to grant her
request. Happy her, she was going to meet him live, wow! Maybe it would be
during her tryst that each of her dreams about him would come to fruition.
She arrived on Wednesday evening from
her own campus [in a different state], she had spent two nights in his place, surprisingly
to her, he had not exhibited any cues that he had the thoughts of having coitus
with her. She felt comfortable in his abode, as comfortable as if she was at
her own abode. On the eve of Friday, he took her to an ice cream/shawarma
stand; she enjoyed herself and returned home with what she loved savoring most
[only her knew that better]. He made her day worth remembering forever! That Friday night, she
began to wear seductive clothes, she was the one stroking her soft seductive
palms around his chest (and other places she thought of, I couldn't couch all,
please forgive me for been unable to say all).
She triggered him into cuddling
against each other to keep warm; in such position, she was caressing his
topless body. Using all the keys she had, to see if she could unlock the
padlocks of his sexual urges. What strategies did she not introduce to put him
in the mood. At the end, she succeeded to unlock those padlocks, and everything
happened that night, amazing and as she desired, and she felt all right having
felt it tight right inside of her. Maybe she gave thanks, libations, and
oblations to the gods/goddesses of sexuality for granting her requests. She was
the cook all the while she was in his place. Both stayed like newly married couple,
she was the one who convinced and confused him and they showered together on
Saturday night; that night, another escapade took place, she felt she was the
happiest girl on earth.
The lark of Saturday night was so
hot, lasted for long that they woke up on Sunday morning been very weak that
none even thought of going to Church [if really they remembered that it was
Sunday]. She thanked God (or maybe her own god) that she prepared stew the
previous day. The sensual pains or rather the titillation of the last night's
event had not faded away from both her nerve endings, and her memory was riffle
with those moves and moans, to the ambit that her heart was in dire desire of
more actions. They got up from bed around 11am; [he was living in a
self-contain room]: they took turns to take their baths, she, been the first to
use the bathroom because she was already oozing stinking smell [wondering why
it was not two of them at the same time]. When he was in the bathroom, she used
the time to array the field of the event, by changing the bedspread. She went into
his kitchen, warmed the food. He had taken his bath; they ate from one
plate and one spoon, feeding each other (though it was done at random turns).
After the amatory meal, he tried to
make certain of her going that Sunday, but owing to the fact that she still
needed more of the fun, she shifted her going to be the next day been Monday
(even though she would be having a quiz to write on that Monday). Anyway, God
or maybe god would help her [let me not judge anyone]. There was appreciable power
supply for the few days she had spent on his campus. In the Sunday afternoon,
they danced: wriggled, wiggled, and rocked; the experiences were wonderful to
her that she wished she would never go. After the dance, they prepared and went
to nearby serene pub where they had a tete-a-tete as they sipped fruit juice and chopped
chicken laps. She wished that two of them would forever be tethered to the same
place. His ways of life thrilled her: not smoking, not boozing a lot (he
couldn't even drink to get tipsy), having a cool way of life, Inter Alia.
She had prepared herself for the
grand finale tonight; she would show him the best of her: she wanted to prove
to him why she was been called "itchy bitch". As usual, playing and
singing the lyrics of Blues (cool and heart-mellowing songs) always heralded
the events [you know exactly what I meant, don’t pretend you don’t: {winks}]. From been
calm, the event precipitated into a fast and furious one. She really showed him
what made them [her friends] dubbed her "itchy bitch". Two of them
felt the sensual heat all over. Truly that night event was hotter than a grand
finale of UEFA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE [aficionados of football will understand what I
mean]. In fact, only two of them could best couch their experiences that night.
They woke up by 12pm the next day, obviously she had forfeited her 15-mark quiz
for pleasure [should that be called sacrifice or alternative forgone?].
When she brought up her bags, ready
to be on her way; expecting the boy to give her some cash, he didn't. Maybe he
would give it to me when I would have boarded a motorcycle; but she was
disappointed when she realized the boy gave her nothing. The boy cared
extremely for her all her stay in his place, he never asked her of remaining
money after buying something (the amount notwithstanding); she was disappointed just because
he gave her no money when leaving (maybe as a pay for the 3 night power-packed
sexual events). When she got to her room on her campus, she regretted visiting
him, and tagged it that "THE BOY SET HER UP!"; but she was absolutely
thinking awry because "THE BOY ONLY WENT ONE OVER ON HER": he took
advantage of her uncontrolled emotions and urges, the young boy utilized his
opportunities by turning her inabilities into opportunities.
That's how the girl hated the boy: blocked him
on social media, even changed her mobile line, just to get rid of the boy's
memory only because he didn't give her money when she was leaving [and they
never reached any agreement that the boy would offset her transport fare]; and
she was oblivious of the fact that the boy still loved her so much and was even
making plans to open up to her on his visit to her place on campus. To be
sincere, the guy was not planning to buff the girl during her visit, he never
wanted her to visit; and he had in mind to open up to her because he was
thinking he would be the first to pay visit to the girl.
PLEASE, IF YOU'RE A GIRL AND HAVING
READ THIS STORY; IF YOU'VE NOT SEEN YOURSELF IN SUCH A SITUATION BEFORE, PLEASE
AND PLEASE, NEVER ALLOW SUCH TO HAPPEN TO YOU. TO THOSE GIRLS WHOSE PSYCHES ARE
STILL AMENABLE: PLEASE, DON'T HAVE SUCH A MINDSET THAT BOYS ARE THE ONES TO
SPEND IN RELATIONSHIPS; THAT IS THE THOUGHT OF A FOOL AND SOMEONE WITH WHAT IS
LOWER THAN A LOW SELF-ESTEEM. REMEMBER, HAVING PUT UP THIS DIDACTIC STORY DOES
NOT MAKE ME AN IDEAL PERSON; OR THAT I AM SUPPORTING THE BOY'S ATTITUDES. THANKS FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING.
Story Writer: ASIEGBU, CHUKWUNONSO
EMMANUEL [NDJP: THE INSPIRATIONAL PARROT]
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