Memoirs Of A Repentant Virgin

Episode 20

The bus that took me from Yaba to Oshodi that day was crammed full. Passengers kept bumping into each other. I was one of the passengers that got a seat, close to the back. There was this pretty girl standing very close to me with her backside pointing directly at me. I didn’t see her face initially but I knew she had a tiny waist and her hair was braided. The backside was big and round and I just couldn’t take my eyes off it. As I kept staring at the butt during the journey, my J0yst!ck rose to full attention inside my trousers. The seating was tight and I was wearing tight boxers so the wayward instrument had no space to manifest. The thing kept straining against my tight boxers. It was so stiff and desperate for a way out that I thought my trouser will tear and the thing would burst open. All that was on my mind was how it would feel if my desperate J0yst!ck can get inside that succulent chamber.

My stick was so stiff that it started paining me and I was getting uncomfortable. As if the driver knew my thought, he matched the break at once in an attempt to avoid a pothole and all the passengers surged forward and backward. The girls ass went right to my face and choked me. Before i could think of what was happening, the backside landed on my laps with a thud. It seemed the girl must have felt my J0yst!ck because she stood up immediately and looked embarrassed. She turned to me with a pretty face and equally big jugs.

“Oh, I am very sorry.” She apologized and she even looked more beautiful at that moment. The first urge I had was to grab her ass instantly. But I behaved like a gentleman, seeing the opportunity I had to strike a conversation. I shook my head and put on my most charming smile.
“That’s no problem.” I replied, “A pretty girl should not be standing in a crowded bus. Please have my seat.’
I stood up for her and she sat down. She was smiling happily and saying thank you as if she had just one a lottery. We couldn’t talk much but she told me her name was Prosper and she was going to the same area I was going to. I smiled quietly to myself that I had just found a new girl.

When we got to Oshodi, we entered the same bus and that was when the real toasting began. We sat beside each other at the back of the bus and chatted. That was how I found out that she lived very close to my school. She told me she was attending a University in Ghana which I had forgotten its name now(it’s not one of the popular ones). Her parents were always away and she was lonely at home because she didn’t know anybody in the area. I told her my own problems which had to do with the strict policies of my school. But I took her phone number and promised to visit her the following day. I smiled to myself; this is my lucky day, I just got another kitty for my pleasure and this one was close by.

I got to school and met Amaka at the reception of my hostel. She looked worried; she said she had been waiting for me for the past one hour. Silly girl, if you looked for someone and didn’t see him, were you not supposed to go back and come back later.
She said I didn’t tell her I was going out of school. What the hell? Can’t women just mind their damn business, why should I tell anybody where am going if you are not my guardian or my parents. I told her immediately to mind her own business. I sq££zed my face and ignored her. Then I walked briskly into the hostel without looking at her. I knew she was hurt but I didn’t care I wanted to treat her badly enough so that she would leave me. But this girl did not leave me alone oh.
She came back to my hostel the following morning. I did not come out when I realized it was her. Then she sent me a letter. Inside the letter she said she was sorry for pestering me but that she missed me. She said I should forgive her if she had done anything wrong and she is ready to be more caring and loving and she would do anything to make the relationship work.
Which relationship? I never asked her out. We only hung out and had sex. I was getting tired of this girl and tried to avoid her always. I wanted to tell her point blank that I don’t love her, I had never loved her so she would leave me alone but I realized the time was not ripe. The semester tests were coming up and it could affect her. Besides, when I remember how sweet she was to bleep, I felt like bleeping her one more time before throwing her off my back. She came the third day bringing a hamper full of goodies. I collected her gifts, sent her a thank you note and still refused to see her.

The following weekend, I took exeat to go out and visit Prosper. Before getting to her place, I stopped to buy a pack of fantasy flavoured condoms which I hid well in my pocket. I got to her house and met her alone. She was looking charming and cute in green T-shirt and blue jeans. In no time, we got talking.
As I have said earlier, I am a very patient guy and sometimes when I really want kitty I act like I don’t really want it, tricking the girls involved into thinking my intentions are innocent. I tickle their fancy, in a light carefree manner. I thrill and rock them and make them laugh until they are held spellbound in my charm. Then I effortlessly walk into their precious kitty to have a taste.

While talking with prosper I realized she was the sociable, outgoing type who likes to party and have fun. But then, she would have the tendency to be materialistic and demanding. But I wasn’t one to go around spending money on women. That means I would have to bed her quickly so that she would be too hungry for me the next time to even bother demanding for anything. One advantage I had on my side was that she didn’t have friends around; she hadn’t been in Nigeria in a long time. She started telling me about Ghana and Ghanaians and the social life and clubs there and how that place was more interesting than here. I was thinking fast; how do I get into her kitty as fast as possible? I managed to get her to start talking about sexually-related stuff.

I asked if she took alcohol and she said yes. Then I said I loved to take whisky. Without hesitation, she went inside and brought a bottle of whisky which she poured. I told her I don’t like drinking alone and she joined me. We were drinking and I knew she was getting more excited but she was sitting at a distance away from me on the couch while I was sitting on the chair where she told me to sit. I made a funny, sexy comment about the whisky and she laughed intensely. I said the whole room was hot. She said is it because of the spirit. I said it was because she was hot. She was getting tipsy and Hot; I could see it in her eyes, but I wanted the hunger to build up in her. I wanted her to want me; I wanted her to beg me to bleep her. She asked me why I was staring at her. I laughed and said she should be scared of what I was thinking. She asked me what I was thinking. I told her I was thinking about all the pleasurable things I could do to her. I wanted to taste her in everywhere imaginable.

I wanted to kiss her and do naughty, crazy stuff to her body. She laughed and said I was naughty but I knew she was wet; her eyes were dreamy. I stared at her fingers; her fixed artificial nails were long and purple in colour. I loved pretty nails, I could worship them. I realized this was my opportunity. This is what i had been waiting for ——-

To be Continued…