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Episode 19

My mind did a little trip. I remembered all the bleeping opportunities I had lost in the past because I was feeling guilty. Now things were different; pleasure was my business and I needed to get no matter what. Besides, considering Amakaā€™s affluent background, allowing a little more TLC(Tender Loving Care) from her is okay for me. Then, the pleasure and excitement of bleeping a virgin; something I had never done before. Yet that vague guilt feeling remained. I moved closer to her. She reached across the bed for her bag and pulled out a pack of condoms. I took one and wore it on my engorged, pulsating instrument. I could feel her eyes on me but I decided not to look at her face. I concentrated on the business at hand.
ā€œBaby, Iā€™ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.ā€ Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

She leant back on the bed laying her back on the pillow and spreading her legs wide. By the shuddering of her body, I could guess she was nervous. I closed my eyes and entered her slowly. I heard her groan painfully as I entered. Then I felt her muscles relaxing as my dk stayed inside her juice hole. The first penetration was slow and deep. Her juice-hole was super-tight and sweet. The second penetration was faster and deeper.

After the third penetration, she pulled my butts.
ā€œFaster please!ā€ she demanded with a m0an and the urgency in her voice was glaring. I responded with utmost urgency, yet with skilful tenderness. I sU-Cked her nips and kissed her body as I thrust in and out, but I avoided her face because I didnā€™t want to see the tears and that look of vulnerability. As the tempo of lovemaking ascended and became more rhythmic, the pleasure increased. Her body started shaking and the m0ans grew louder. She wrapped her legs tightly around my hips and wouldnā€™t let go. She continued to press her body against mine, wanting, longing for and pleading for more of me. As she approached climax, she cradled my head in her arms and started kissing all over my face. I closed my eyes, I didnā€™t want to see the passion in her eyes.

ā€œI love you baby. I love you baby!ā€ she kept m0an!ng into my ears. She attained orgasm twice before I came. My vibrations of my Erupting instrument inside her juice-hole triggered another orgasm in her. Her body shook with spasm as she climaxed the third time. I pulled out and lay beside her, breathless. I thought it was good sex but Amaka thought it was more than that. I took a look at her face. She was crying like a baby. She kissed me on the forehead through her tears and said ā€œThank you.ā€

I felt smug and happy because I had satisfied her sexually but I was disturbed because I knew Amaka wanted more than that; she wanted a relationship. What is wrong with women? Canā€™t they just enjoy the moments and forget about commitment? She looked so vulnerable at that moment that I didnā€™t resist when she snuggled against me. We cuddled for a while, forgetting that we were in another personā€™s bedroom. I was almost pulling over the sheets and slept off when she talked.

ā€œI wish we could be like this forever.ā€
A sense of alarm was triggered in me instantly and I was jolted back to reality. I remembered we were actually in my friendā€™s bedroom and there was still a party going on outside. We walked out of the room holding hands. The next morning, she was the first to call me. She had already started calling me her boyfriend and saying nice, endearing things as if I had asked her out.

All this I found irritating but I didnā€™t show my true feelings. At least I could enjoy her a little more before dumping her. By now, the vague guilt in my mind had completely disappeared. The school vacated the following week. Amaka wanted to take me home and introduce me to her family. I refused to go, realizing the danger. Instead I spent my holiday in Lagos with Kola and allowed her to visit me as often as possible. In her heart, she thought I loved her, in my mind she was just a willing tool of pleasure.

I must confess, Amaka was really fun to be with. She was very good in bed. Each sex session for her was a bout of deep, passionate lovemaking. She did everything she could do to make me comfortable. She was like my constant companion throughout that vacation. The smart guy that I am, I avoided any declaration of love and refused to make any promises. She often criticised my lukewarm attitude towards emotional issues and must have sensed that I didnā€™t really love her but I think she was too lost in the feeling of the moment that she was contented with just having me. I was the only guy she had really tasted and I was sweet. She was the outgoing type and we were always going out every weekend. We would go shopping on Friday. Then, we would get to some fancy cafe or eatery and have lunch, before making it to the Elegushi beach on the island. On Saturdays, we went to the silverbird galleria to watch box office movies.

Sometimes there would be parties, hosted by our friends. But we usually left early, before it got dark.
Then, we would go to Kolaā€™s house and make sweet, passionate love. She never slept over or hung out with me in the nite-club because her parents were strict and would not allow her. Amaka was for me, like an experiment. I had a lot of patience and was able to give her attention because she was a willing tool for me to learn more about the female body. We explored every part of each otherā€™s bodies. She was a willing pupil and I taught her a lot of things, while also learning from her. Later, towards the end of the vacation, she became so clinging that she was almost becoming a pest. I enjoyed the sex but being with only her was getting too monotonous for me. I needed to move ahead and explore new frontiers. I detested and rejected her attempts at possessing me. She was giving me what naija people call ā€˜close markingā€™. She wanted to be with me all the time and I had to push her away sometimes. I started becoming elusive to her, using style to push her away. But the more I rejected her, the more she came closer. I realized I must do something drastic very soon to shake her off. Then, there was still seun, my friendā€™s sister at home, who was really missing and longing for the pleasure of my J0yst!ck.

She kept disturbing me on phone and I kept telling her to wait till she resumed so I could visit her in school.
Fortunately, school resumed soon. As soon as we settled down, I started avoiding Amaka. The first weekend of resumption, I took and exeat permit and visited Seun in unilag. We ended up getting wild and passionate in her room off-campus. On Sunday, I made my way back to my boring school. On my way back from Yaba, I met a girl that would bring some freshness and excitement to my sex life that was already getting monotonous.

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