Memoirs Of A Repentant Virgin

Episode 17

Contrary to what some readers of this blog might think, I am not a fine boy. I have never considered myself handsome in that hunky, sexy way that most girls love. I never considered anything remarkable about my physical appearance until some girls told me in the polytechnic that I had a sexy smile. That is it; I smile a lot and it seems to make girls happy. I am not tall, but neither am I short. I am not fat or skinny, I am neither fair nor dark in complexion; just something in between. I never liked facial hair until recently when I started keeping a small goatee to look more rugged, so I am the clean-shaven, low-cut kind of guy. On a first look, my face looks quite innocent, but on a second look you realize there are hidden messages beneath my innocent smile and that’s what gets you curious about me. Ladies always discover that there was something more than meets the eye about me and would usually set out on a journey to find out. I don’t just look like a nice guy, I also act like a nice guy but deep inside me I know am just following my nature. I am curious and adventurous; I look at things differently from other people. I am intellectual, yet interesting. I am the kind of guy girls come to when they don’t know something. I am also a good listener and a good observer. I make close observation of ladies and make witty comments about them and that seems to turn them on.

I actually wanted to be a good guy initially, but after losing my innocence I realized that having sex and being a good guy are two different things entirely though they might cross each other once in a while. At the end of the day I realize that what keeps them coming is that I look like a nice guy but what keeps them staying is that they realize too late am not as nice as I look. It is because when a girl sees a nice part of me, she keeps hoping she will see the nicest part of me, even against obvious disappointments. And I think it is for this reason that girls actually stay with bad guys.
Enough of my description for now. Let’s continue with the story.

I was on one of my rendezvous, looking for freshers that might need help when I stumbled upon something interesting. I was walking along the corridor towards the entrance of the university media centre, where students process online transactions. From the distance, I spotted this girl walking from the opposite direction. She was in red, body-hugging top and tight jeans. I knew she was a fresher because of her dressing. I also knew she was gonna be in trouble very soon because her mode of dressing contradicts the school rules and jeans were not even allowed. From where I was, I could see her figure. Her shape was stunning; she was tall and voluptuous, with all the curves in the right places. Instantly, a sense of urgency was triggered in me and I started walking faster. Before I could get to the door, she had entered. I followed her into the media centre with only one thing on my mind; to talk to her. I didn’t know what I would say to her but all I knew was that I had to meet her. Suddenly, I couldn’t find her in the media centre. She seemed to have disappeared into the crowd.

There were many people inside and they were all busy. I found it strange that she would remain inconspicuous with her spectacular appearance. After a brief search, I soon gave up and decided to leave through the second entrance. As I walked out of the door I heard a pretty voice behind me.
“Please help me!”

I turned around. It was the girl and she was crying. I knew she must have gotten into trouble. I turned around. It was the girl and she was crying. I knew she must have gotten into trouble.
I was about to ask her what was happening when the dean of student affairs appeared. Then I knew why she was in trouble.

“She will be suspended for wilfully contradicting the school’s dress policy.” the dean said as soon as he spotted me. He knew me very well, as one of the responsible students in the school and luckily, I was with my tag which says ‘Student leader’.
The girl was crying, begging the dean. I looked at her; her eyes were pleading with me to help her. I looked at the dean, he was smiling at me and I knew he wanted me to say something, perhaps to support his verdict.
“Sir, please I wish you forgive her because she didn’t know the school rules. She just arrived today and she doesn’t even have the university handbook.”
“How did you know that?” the dean asked.
“Her parents told me when they dropped her, I was the first person they saw. They said it was because her admission is late. We have been in the media centre since then, processing her registration. In fact I was about to come to your office to request for a copy of the handbook for her.”
The dean looked thoughtful. He took a questioning look at her.
“Is that right?”
“Yes sir.” she nodded.
She was eventually pardoned and given a warning. The dean told me to specifically monitor her and report her progress to him. I later found out she was in my department and that made us closer.I eventually helped her with her registrations. The day we registered her courses online, she jumped up and flew into my arms and kissed me infront of everybody. That was how I met Amaka.

Amaka was different from most of the girls in my school. She was naughty, daring and adventurous, and she was always getting into trouble. She was one of those spoilt brats from wealthy families who believed they could get anything they want. She never took anything or anybody seriously except herself. But she was pretty and sexy and she believed she could get away with anything if she was able to s£duce whoever was going to nail her. Her most captivating features were her eyes; large, crystal eyes that seemed to always capture men in their powerful gaze. In her first year in school, she changed boyfriends like one would change outfits.Despite her voluptuous body, she was really young and immature, and she often got into trouble.
If it was not wearing sexy, non-compliant outfits to university functions, or being caught kissing guys in dark corners, it would be violating exeat permit policies or smuggling in contraband items. In normal universities, these were usual things that nobody bothers you about.But this is not a normal school and these are considered serious offenses. Amaka looked up to me as a good friend and a brother figure. She told me about all her escapades and her experiences. I always cautioned her to be careful, projecting the good boy image into her mind. She revealed I was the only one she could trust because I was the only one not trying to have sex with her. She would soon find out how wrong she was.

To be continued…