Once again, I had one of those relationships that
ended before it had begun. I know some girls that
wouldn’t be surprised. Shirley once said I need to
free myself from those types of females. I tried
running away from them, but now it seemed I’ve
only been moving on a treadmill. I had decided to
stay off girls, got tired of doing the same thing and
expecting a different result. I was on way home
when this lady approached me and after a small
chat she requested for my phone number. Within
the past few weeks, she wasn’t the only one to
take such a step. I think she was the third. The
difference this time was I also requested for hers.
As I walked away I assured her I would call her
later that day. That might not be a big deal to some
people, but it was to me. I was ‘affiliated’ with
many females, and my phone book was a
trash of digits. I scroll through, and I see names
like; Chioma (Akoka/she likes colour blue), Chioma
(fair & loves rock music), Chioma (Imo babe with
huge ass/Surulere)…even with the tags, I still found
it difficult matching the faces with names, so I
never call until I experienced an epiphany. The
only ladies I remembered were those on my call
list. I called her that evening and requested we
hang out the coming weekend.
I have an impatient attitude towards girls and
relationships. I tell me people, my life isn’t a soap
opera so don’t expect me to wait till next week to
say what’s on my mind, and I don’t expect the girl
to wait for the right moment to let me know what
was on hers. When I see a girl I find attractive I tell
her like it is, and if she wasn’t interested in me, I
move ahead before feelings got involved. After all,
I wasn’t asking her to marry me so making a
decision to date shouldn’t be that difficult or need
her to consult friends.
From the phone conversation we had I sensed she
was interested. I only hoped she didn’t begin to
build walls around her because I wasn’t ready to
raise a finger to make them tumble. I don’t
appreciate girls playing with red/green lights. We
met that Saturday, had fun, and on Sunday she
was in Stamford Bridge. Slow down…we didn’t
have s*x. We were in my bed gisting until I kissed
her. With no permission I kissed her and she
kissed back. Base one [check], Base two [check],
Base three…[hold on, I’m a Virgin].
I had nothing against virgins. My surprise was
because I had no idea she was one from the
discussion we’ve had so far. I know it wasn’t
written on the forehead, but I can’t possibly have
her half naked less than 24 hours after our first
date just to hear she was one. I retrospected
about the past discussions we’ve had to see if she
left signals…nope! She sensed I was distracted as
my actions became passive and asked if I had
anything against virgins. I had nothing against
virgins EXCEPT the egocentric attitude displayed
when they glorified their status. You know the
saying, when all you got was a hammer you see
every problem as a nail. Virgins were like that
(hammer). Their virginity was made the sun in
which their world evolved. I led her into my past
experiences with virgins. If I call them and act all
romantic they believe it was because I was yet to
have s*x with them. If I don’t call and act romantic
they claim my sudden change in behaviour was
because I wasn’t getting any. The most annoying
part was when they used s*x to motivate and say
shit like, “I can’t wait to make love to you. Just be
patient, one day you’ll enjoy
all of me”.
She laughed it off, claiming she was different. I
took that as a lie, we don’t laugh at lies. From that
moment on I thought the relationship would take
a different turn, more talk less action, but I was
wrong. She was comfortable with us doing
EVERYTHING except s*x. The kissing became
intense; the Mouth Action paid off cause the head I
gave was correct. I went a step further when I
fingered her and she enjoyed it. She was moaning
in ecstasy. I had fingered virgins before and getting
the tip of my finger inside her p*ssy was difficult.
Definitely impossible without her in pain but this
babe didn’t feel that. I began to stimulate my
finger as if it was a p*nis to f*ck her and it went in
and out with ease. I called it BRT lane. The only
time she complained was about the incompetence
of a finger and suggested I used two. Yea, two
fingers disappeared into this girl’s pussy and
appeared and she still claimed virgin. Days later we
went a step further. This time, the deal was only
the head of my dick could enter. According to her,
we weren’t having s*x. There was a round I was
more than certain my dick was fully inside her but
she still disregarded the notion of us having s*x.
She would say stuffs like, “I’m yet to have an
orgasm ‘cause we were yet to have s*x blah blah
blah and how tight she was”. I nodded as an
agreement to what she wanted me to believe. I got
tired of acting once and told her she wasn’t a virgin
and drama begun. I had never seen anyone in an
attempt to be convincing. She earned her [first]
Oscar performance when she said, “I’ll like us to go
for a virginity test. It seems that would be the only
way for you to believe I
am a virgin”. A typical Ade would have jumped to
have that experience but it wasn’t necessary. I
decided to play along with the conception of her
being a V. I would pretend not to have s*x with
her and she would pretend as well.
She called me after one of those days of…s*x? She
said she saw spots of blood on her panties. I was
amazed. Finally, this girl found a way of putting me
in the dark if she was a virgin or not. I was left to
believe I might have mistakenly applied pressure
on her hymen and it ruptured hours later. This
babe was good and I was glad the whole virginity
issue was settled. She called hours later that she
was still a virgin. That the blood was from her
clitoris [something like that]. That I might have
injured her while my fingers were fucking her. I
was like…damn! This babe had a free pass about
this whole virginity ish and did a Torres by wasting
the opportunity.
The day finally came, the day she told me to go all
the way. In my mind, I was like; this is it. The
moment of truth and blood. I knew what virgins
could do to a clean bed spread but I was bothered
because I was of the motion this girl wasn’t a V. My
first thrust nothing happened. She began to tell me
how painful it was. I wanted to laugh but held it
back, I also wanted an Oscar performance. Second,
third, fourth thrust…no blood. She looked
surprised. “Just go for it at once, put everything in.
Don’t worry about the pain I’m feeling.” If only she
knew my d*ck was close to feeling her ribs. I kept
on going while she
kept asking if blood was rushing out. I came first;
she pushed me away and ran to my bathroom. She
closed the door behind her and I could hear her
writhe, saying something like “pain…below…
abdomen…have…Panadol”.

I sensed this babe would continue with the act
even after hearing cut getting caught. And that was when the real drama begun.


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