The Virgin Story Episode 1

MY VIRGIN STORY
Episode 1
Until late 2009, I was still a virgin. I used to think it was
cool to be a virgin (talk about my religious upbringing)
until I realized everybody around me was growing up
and losing their innocence, leaving me behind.
My story started several years ago, when I was still 10
years old. At that tender age, everything I knew about s-
x was from tiny bits of information from much older
boys, and preaching from elders and religious leaders
that s-x is evil and we should keep away from it. Trust
children, they only succeeded in making us very curious.
We were living in a storey building of four flats then in
the suburbs of one of Nigeria's fastest cities. Each
family lived in a flat. My family occupied the flat
upstairs on the left, adjacent to the landlady's flat. The
family living directly below us downstairs had a girl
called Tola, who was almost my age. We have
something in common; while I was the last born of my
parents, she was also the last born of her parents.
There were many children and young people in the
house then as all the four families in the compound had
kids. We usually played together in the compound. She
was a pretty girl. Now I could remember that she was
fair in complexion. She had dimpled cheeks and long
hair which her parents made into ponytails. She was my
best-friend. Sometimes, Tola and I would lock ourselves
in a room and play doctor and patient. I would be the
doctor and she would be the patient. She would off her
clothes and lay on the bed, then I would examine her. I
could see the two tiny pink buds that would later
blossom into unmentionables. Then I would see that
narrow canal in between her legs with that little
protrusion which would later be that wet, come-dripping,
juicy pleasure filled well, called p—sy(the protrusion is
the cl–t). Then we would change position. She would
become doctor and I would become patient. I would
remove my clothes and lie on the bed. Then she would
examine my body, including that tiny, pointed stick that
would later become the ultimate instrument of pleasure,
the d—-k. Actually that was my first close examination
of a p—sy. It was a child's p—sy and it was tiny. In our
innocence, we would play on without understanding the
functions of those organs we were playing with. Well,
somebody soon taught me what the p—-sy was..