Episode 12
Because of my ambition to be a writer, I used to leave
my college of science during free periods to attend
lectures on international relations in the college of social
sciences. I used to sit in a dark corner without speaking
to anybody in the class. One day, I walked in before the
commencement of the lecture and sat down at my usual
place. Suddenly I heard a feminine voice from behind
me.
"Don't sit there, that's my seat!"
I stood up immediately ready to challenge who it was. I
found myself looking into a pair of crystal clear eyes set
inside a pretty, dark, angelic face.
All the anger I had felt at the intruder vanished
instantly. For a while, I couldn't say anything.
I swung my gaze quickly from her face down her body.
She was slightly dark; the colour of chocolate. She was
slim, cute and with tiny waists. She had straight,
smooth legs typical of runway models. My gaze swung
back to her face.
But she was not frowning, she was actually smiling and
it was an innocent, yet mischievous smile. Then I told
her gently that it was my seat since I always sit there.
She smiled and said that I had two options. It's either I
leave the seat or we share the seat. I knew the second
option was not feasible. It would not be allowed by the
lecturer so I left the seat for her and got another seat.
But throughout the lecture I kept thinking about her. At
a time during the lecture I looked at her and found her
eyes meeting mine.
After the lecture, I was leaving the class when I heard
the girl beside me.
"Why do you like staying alone without talking to
anybody?"
[B]
"To avoid trouble." I replied
She found me funny and started laughing. Then I told
her it was because she was so beautiful and polished
that I felt myself dumbfounded at first and had to leave
my seat for her. She smiled and said her name is
Rachel. I told her my name and we started chatting.
She confessed that she had always seen me in that
corner and was curious about me. That's why she
decided to look for my trouble.
This was to be the beginning of my second relationship.
I can say this is one of my best relationships ever.
Rachel had a very cheerful, intellectual, generous
personality. There was never a dull moment with her.
We were never in want of anything. She had a lot of
money and although I never demanded from her, she
never ceased to spoil me with money at every
opportunity. At first we didn't talk about s-x because of
the kind of environment we were. I was in love and I
was happy, I had the best girl in the world in my life.
Then one day while we were walking back from the
school cafeteria, I asked her what she thought about s-
x and she said she was a virgin but she doesn't mind
trying it out with me since I was the right guy for her.
She only needs it to be at the right place in the right
time. As time went on we discovered we could barely be
around each other without getting h---y. This girl nearly
got me into trouble several times. There was a time in
the chapel when the service was getting boring and we
decided to stroll around. When we got under the stairs,
she whispered into my ears that she was h---y. I had
to kiss her instantly and we continued kissing for a
while. Then I felt her hand stray to my trousers,
caressing my stiff c—ck through the fabric. My hands
were already on her boobs when we heard fast
footsteps approaching us. We quickly broke up and
dispersed. It was a security man; if we had been caught
it would have been a semester suspension. I was
looking forward to booking a hotel one weekend and
taking her there to bleep her. But when I approached my
roommate Johnson for advice, he said the love I had for
her might vanish if I had s-x with her too early and I
would start seeing her as a s-x object. I explained to
her and she understood. She said she would wait but
not for too long
During the long break, she took me to see her parents.
Her father was a popular businessman, he was
stinkingly rich and I was a little scared initially, having
to stand to his scrutiny.
After quizzing me for a while, he was satisfied that I
was good enough for her daughter.
He liked me because I seemed to be knowledgeable in a
lot of things and he found easy to chat with me
because he was an influential man who has seen a lot.
Her mother was a sweet, gentle-looking woman. The
resemblance between mother and daughter was too
much. She had a slim body like her daughter and they
looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. I
wondered if I actually see her outside on a normal day, I
could toast her not knowing she is married for 25 years
with 5 children. The mother also liked me and I had a
nice time with them. After then she always asked about
me. She used to package gifts for me and give me
money whenever she visited her daughter in school.
During the Christmas I went to Rachel's house again
and attended their Christmas party. I was introduced to
her siblings. She had two sisters and two brothers. The
guys were tall and slim, like their father. The girls were
also pretty like their mother. However, Bimpe who was
Rachel's immediate younger sister seemed not to like
me and she tried to diss me at every opportunity.
Rachel told me not to mind her that she was just
jealous. The party was exquisite and explosive. There
was plenty of food and booze as we partied till dark.
Many big men were there; Rachel's father's friends. She
was with me throughout and in the evening she kept
whispering into my ears
"Tonight, am getting disflowered by you tonight."
I laughed and said she was drunk. She said yes but
that it was possible even with the prying eyes of her
family. She said she would sneak into my room at night
and do it with me. I was excited, looking forward to a
night of hot, steamy s-x with the girl I loved.
As the party proceeded I got drunk on the alcoholic
wine. Rachel went to sleep first, complaining of getting
dizzy. Then later I staggered upstairs into my bedroom
in a secluded chamber in the mansion. I was drunk;
everything seemed to swirl in my eyes and I crashed on
the bed. Before I slept, I had the imagination of s-x and
Rachel playing in my mind.
To be continued
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