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|Re: Bukky Alakara by horlah1(f): 1:30am On May 21, 2017|
Nice beginning... Thumbs up
|Re: Bukky Alakara by BlissfulJeff(m): 11:35am On May 21, 2017|
more updates pls
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Olaxtra: 12:38pm On May 21, 2017|
|Re: Bukky Alakara by yusluvad(m): 12:39pm On May 21, 2017|
Mummy Bukky Update Us Oh!!!
|Re: Bukky Alakara by MhizDherbee(f): 2:05pm On May 21, 2017|
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 3:59pm On May 21, 2017|
Updates resumes tomorrow Monday before lunch time.
Love yah all *winks*
|Re: Bukky Alakara by mhiztalee(m): 10:14pm On May 21, 2017|
SheWrites:nice story dear....keep it up!
|Re: Bukky Alakara by arabaribiti(m): 1:20pm On May 22, 2017|
Thanks for sharing other links I was reading wind of fate on oyinprince blog will finish others 2 alomo and one ogidiga for you
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Olaxtra: 9:13pm On May 22, 2017|
Monday b4 lunch time? Monday b4 lunch time?
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Akinwale14(m): 4:31am On May 23, 2017|
SheWrites:Monday don pass nah
|Re: Bukky Alakara by ayomikun95: 12:04pm On May 23, 2017|
Monday don pass na...it is when one is engrossed with ur story that u will nt post....ko da oooo.....
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 2:39pm On May 23, 2017|
i don't drink alcohol, am a sweet tooth *winks* I prefer Hollandia Yoghurt, etc
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 2:40pm On May 23, 2017|
Sorry my beautiful people about yesterday.
Updates comences today.
Love you all.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 2:42pm On May 23, 2017|
Gbemiga walked towards the backyard. There was light off and the compound was dark. Candle lights and rechargeable lamps illuminated some of the rooms in the house. A few privileged ones powered their rooms with electrical generating sets. When he returned home from school for the Christmas holiday, he was surprised to meet his girlfriend running her own business. When he got her mail several weeks back, he thought it was a small scale trade. As early as seven in the morning, people queued in front of the hot fry pan. He recognized most of them. Several of them lived on the street, and others came as far as three, four streets away. Bukky’s bean cake was tasty and had a nice aroma. It was also a little bit bigger in size than what was sold in other places. He was proud of her. One of their neighbour’s daughters assisted her with scooping the blended beans into the fry pan and at times, she sold the bean cake to the customers. Since he got back, they had not really been able to spend time with each other. She was busy during the day and at night; she turned in early due to tiredness.
He walked straight to the back of the large kitchen shared by all the tenants. He noticed an average height figure standing at a corner. The bright moon light illuminated the surrounding. The moment he saw her face, he broke into a smile. He was glad she came. He had been able to pass a message to her that evening before she turned in for the night.
“My darling…” he stood in front of her and scooped her in his arms.
Her heart beat hammered against her chest. It felt good, close to him, in his arms. Seeing him home again, her joy had known no bounds. Although he looked a bit slimmer, he was still the same. She didn’t know how much she missed him until she saw him a week ago with his luggages. She almost ran into his arms, but, restrained herself. She had been longing to speak with him since he got back, but the opportunity had not presented itself.
“I missed you…” she whispered.
“I miss you more…”
He released her from his embrace and looked deep into her eyes, “So many nights I yearn to see you. I almost came home one day.”
She smiled and looked up at him. She had almost gotten on a bus, bent on locating him at school, but decided against it.
“I hope to spend lots of time with you before I return to school.”
He dropped his head and claimed her lips. She froze, then relaxed. She allowed him to pull her into his warm embrace. The kiss intensified. She heard him groan loudly. Back against the wall, she knotted her arms around his neck. She jerked a bit when she felt one of his hands slipping into her blouse. Panic coursed through her. She wasn’t putting on a bra. She was Unclad underneath. She felt both hands handling her bosom, exciting sensations swept through her nerves. She tried to pull away, but he claimed her lips again, distracting her with sweet kisses.
Gbemiga pulled down his boxers with one hand and loosened her wrapper with the other. She pressed her hands against his chest. Her resistance didn’t dissuade him. He pressed into her, his groin rubbed against her trembling thighs.
“Gbemi… Gbemi…Please… don’t…” her heart hammered against her chest. She enjoyed his kisses but, she wasn’t ready to sleep with him. The pressure of his groin against her brought her pleasure and made her wet. She had never experienced such feelings before. She wanted him to stop, but, she felt pinned to the wall. There was no escape route for her except she screamed. That wasn’t an option. Her aunt would skin her alive if she was caught in such compromising situation.
“Don’t be afraid…” his voice was hoarse, “I won’t go far… I just want to feel you…”
Sweat broke out all over her, “No! Please stop,” she pushed against his chest, but, he wouldn’t bulge.
He kissed her again and slipped a finger into her. She jerked, then start to moan. He removed the finger and guided himself into her. The pleasure that flooded him clouded his mind. He was tempted to go deeper, but, he didn’t want to break her hymen.
A tear drop slipped down her face. She prayed that she wouldn’t get disvirgined that night. It was high time they drew a line in their relationship.
He slipped out of her and rubbed his groin in between her thighs. He jerked and worked himself up until he pulled away and released against the wall.
She pulled down her blouse and re-tied her wrapper around her waist. She couldn’t look at him. she wanted to return to her aunt’s room.
He adjusted his boxers and grinned at her, “I love you.”
She folded her arms against her chest, “Goodnight,” she started to walk away.
He reached out for her elbow and drew her back, “Hey…”
He sensed her anger, “Baby,” he drew her close, toe to toe, he looked into her eyes, “I love you. It’s hard to keep my hands off you.”
She eyed him and hissed.
“I promise you, I will never ever go deeper than… I just wanted to feel you.”
“We don’t need all that. I don’t want to get pregnant.”
He started to laugh, “I promise you, it won’t come to that.”
“Goodnight,” she hurried away.
“Bukky!” he dashed after her and bumped into his mother.
Remilekun eyed her son, “Where are you coming from?”
He scratched a spot on his scalp and looked behind her shoulders. He saw Bukky getting into her aunt’s room. He would speak to her the next day. The way her softness melted into him made him smile. It was going to be very hard to keep the promise he made to her. Most times, all he wanted to do was kiss her, but, once he got started, his emotions too over.
“Why were you calling that girl’s name?”
He directed his gaze at his mother, “Who?”
“Bukky, the akara seller.”
“Oh…em… we were just talking.”
She hissed, “You shouldn’t be talking to the likes of her. You are now in the university. Your level has changed.”
Her words shocked him, “Mum, Bukky is a nice girl. She is different.”
Remilekun hissed again, “Please, concentrate on your studies. If you want to have friends, at least choose from the people in your school or from those in your level. Bukky alakara is not in your category.”
“Mum, that’s absurd.”
“Your father will hear,” she turned around and headed to their room.
She didn’t respond. He watched her go into their room. He followed in slow steps. His father attacked him the moment he stepped into the room. His sisters were in support of his argument. They all felt he shouldn’t be socializing with the people living in the area because most of them were illiterate. He was supposed to be making friends with the educated ones, especially those living in high brow areas.
Gbemiga became troubled. He really liked Bukky. It hurt that his family didn’t approve of her as a friend. What would they say or do when he finally introduced her to them as his lover or the woman he would like to spend the rest of his life with? He decided to keep his relationship with her a secret. When the time was right, he would open up to his family, by then, he hoped that their perception would have changed.
Bukky lay on the almost flat bed. She couldn’t sleep. Thoughts of what transpired between her and her boyfriend remained like a rock on her mind. She shouldn’t have allowed him to go that far. What if he had lost control of his emotions and penetrated? What if she had been deflowered that night? Her dream of getting married as a virgin would have been thwarted. Was it possible to date someone without getting physically intimate with them? God made the rule that singles shouldn’t indulge in sexual acts before marriage. That alone was an inclination that it was possible. She needed to speak to her boyfriend about it. They should do without all the handling. It would only stir them up and fuel the desire to consummate. At least, kissing was a bit appropriate. They could do that once in a while, not all the time. She didn’t know how he was going to take her suggestions. She believed that it was the best thing for them.
She turned on her side and stared at the wall. The room was dark. There was no electricity. The curtains were drawn and the only window in the room was opened, but, it seemed like air was trapped outside the room. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, around her neck, arms and chest. She scratched an itchy spot close to her spine. The area began to sting. She groaned. She must have cut herself. First thing the next morning, she would cut her finger nails.
Thoughts of how he kissed and touched her flooded her mind. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. It was a good thing that he would be returning to school soon. The distance was very good for them. The farther he was, the less likely it would be for her to loss her virginity. She hoped they would come to some sort of agreement. Fighting him off everything he touched her wasn’t an option. She doubted if she would be able to stop him the next he came close to her. She needed help. They needed to re-prioritize their relationship.
She planned to tell him about the Adult education centre Chike too her to. She would be starting lectures immediately after the holidays. The head of the centre told her that if she excelled, she would be able to take the Common Entrance Examination by the end of the New Year. Once she passed, she would take more lectures and prepare for the G.C.E examinations. In less than three years, she would be ready to take the JAMB examination and successfully gain admission into the university. She beamed with joy. She was going to get educated. Her parents and siblings were going to be proud of her.
Her train of thoughts returned to Gbemiga. By the time he graduated, she would be in her first or second year in the university, be it as a full time or part time student. His family patronized her almost on a daily basis. She wondered if they would support their relationship. His sisters seemed a bit friendly, but his parents acted as if they were not in the same category with anyone living in their compound. She sighed heavily and cleared her thoughts. When the time was right, Gbemiga would introduce her to them as his girlfriend.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 2:48pm On May 23, 2017|
On Christmas day, the Phillips organized a get-together in front of the house. None of their neighbours were invited. The family started to look down on everyone living in the compound when their first son gained admission into the university. They believed that no one was in their level, except a few educated families in the neighbourhood. The landlady gave them till midnight to celebrate. The Philips’ guests comprised of their relatives, close friends, colleagues at work and a few from the church they attended. Gbemiga invited some of his course mates for the party. They ate, drank and danced.
Kike and her niece stood at the entrance of the building with a few other people living in the compound. They gossiped about the Phillips made offensive comments about the family. At about past nine, Bukky slipped away and went to the back of the house. She waited at the back of the kitchen, a package in her hand. She saw her boyfriend that morning and told him that she had a gift for him. They both planned to meet before she turned in for the night. He gave her a signal a few minutes ago while he danced with his course mates. She hoped he would show up soon before her aunt start to look for her.
She sighted a tall dark figure heading her way. She sighed with relief and smiled.
“Merry Christmas love,” he reached out for her and crushed her in a warm embrace.
“Merry Christmas,” she leaned into him. It felt good been in his arms.
He released her and gave her a card and a plastic flower, “This is for you.”
She blushed and collected it, “Thank you,” she passed the package to him.
He opened the brown envelop and brought out a small square box. His eyes widened in surprise. He looked at her and back at the box.
“Merry Christmas,” she grinned from ear to ear.
He tore the box open and brought out a black and white Nokia 3310 phone. He could hardly believe his eyes. He had tried to save money several times to get a phone, but he kept on using the savings to sort out one need or the other.
“Now, we will be able to communicate effectively.”
“You got one for yourself,” his dark face brightened.
“Yes. No more emails.”
He started to laugh, “You have surprised me.”
“I am glad.”
Before she could stop him, he drew her close and planted a kiss on her lips. She didn’t kiss him back, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed.
“Now, about that…” she stepped away from him, “Don’t you think we are playing with fire?”
He laughed, “Come on darling. I told you I will be careful I know my bounds.”
She wasn’t convinced, she folded her arms, “Well, I think we should try and limit our physical closeness.”
He observed her. He sensed her seriousness.
“I don’t want to get pregnant.”
“You won’t. I promise you.”
She looked him up and down, “But, still… I don’t want us to go beyond hugs and kisses.”
He scratched a spot on his head. He wasn’t sure how possible that would be. He loved her and yearned for her touch each time he was around her. She was asking for the impossible.
“Please…” her pleading dark eyes held his unsure ones.
“Fine. We will try. Okay? Just, let things flow naturally.”
She sighed heavily, not sure if she got through to him.
“I will be returning to school in less than three weeks. I want to enjoy every moment and opportunity I have to spend time with you,” he drew her closer, “Thanks for the phone; we will be able to talk any day, any time.”
“That’s my girl,” he dropped the box and slipped the phone into his jeans pocket.
“Goodnight…” she looked into his eyes.
“You and sleep.”
She chuckled, “I need to rest. I will be resuming my bean cake business after Boxing Day.”
She laughed lightly, “I might be able to give you a little something when you are leaving for school.”
“That will be great! I am dating a cash madam.”
He dropped his head and claimed her lips. She struggled, then relaxed. He pushed her against the wall and ran his hands over every inch of her. She trembled slightly, consumed by the sensations his touch created. His lips slid down her neckline, he slipped his hands under her blouse and squeezed her bosom.
“Waaait… don’t…” she tried to stop him, but, her hands felt like a dead weight.
He lifted the blouse, swallowed one of her bosom and fondled the other.
“Gbemi…” she gasped.
He kissed her again, held her bosom and slipped the other hand down into her toe length skirt. She jerked the moment she felt his fingers inside her.
“Noooo… please… don’t…”
“Ssssh… you will enjoy it.”
“No… stop,” she felt turned on. She didn’t want to feel that way. She wasn’t ready for the desires that flooded her mind.
He didn’t listen to her. He raised the skirt, and kicked her legs apart. He pushed down his jeans and positioned himself.
Fear gripped her when she felt his hardness rubbing against her groin. What was he doing?
“I won’t go inside. I just want to feel you.”
Despite the cool breeze, she began to sweat. How was she going to fight him off? He was physically stronger. If she raised an alarm, both of them would get into trouble. What had she gotten herself into?
“Gbemi… please, let me go.”
Her pleas fell on his deaf ears, controlled by the desires that pumped through his bloodline, he drove into her. A stinging sharp pain shot through her. She buried her face in his chest and tried not to scream. Her fingers gnawed into his shoulders till he bleed. Tears slid down her dark oval face. He had just broken his promise to her. He had just taken what she was ready to give. Her heart ached at the fact that her innocence was gone.
Gbemiga rode her in frenzy, lost in sizzling pleasure. It had been a very long time since he had sex with a girl. When he got born again, he promised God that, that part of his life would be kept under wraps until he tied the knot. Dating Bukky, it was hard to keep that promise. He loved her and the physical attraction between them was explosive. He pulled away quickly and released on the wall.
Bukky staggered away from him and noticed the blood stains around her thighs. She adjusted her skirt and glared at him.
“You are so sweet,” he breathed out and winked at her.
She eyed him and started to walk away.
“Bukky, wait! We need to go to the chemist.”
“Neither of us was protected.”
She turned around and stared at him angrily.
“I know what to buy. It’s a pill. It will stop anything from happening.”
A tear dropped. What sort of trouble had he gotten them into?
“Wait for me outside your room, I will go and buy it. I will be back,” he zipped his trouser and dashed off.
She hissed and began to weep quietly. She shouldn’t have trusted him. What if the pill didn’t work? What if she got pregnant? Her parents
would be disappointed. Her aunt would freak out? Did she make a mistake when she said yes to Gbemiga? She usually saw her period at the beginning of every month. She hoped and prayed that nothing crazy would happen. She was just eighteen. He was just twenty. What would people say? She wiped her tears with the back of her hands and hurried back into the building.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by arabaribiti(m): 3:15pm On May 23, 2017|
Following you bumber to bumber I hope I won't enter you like gbemi na joke I dey
|Re: Bukky Alakara by bossy512(f): 3:28pm On May 23, 2017|
Nice update, well done
|Re: Bukky Alakara by ayomikun95: 3:35pm On May 23, 2017|
Wonderful....more ink to ur pen....
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Ayoomolabake(f): 3:46pm On May 23, 2017|
|Re: Bukky Alakara by dicosuccess(m): 4:18pm On May 23, 2017|
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Countrygirl(f): 4:48pm On May 23, 2017|
This gbemi is getting on my nerves, he seems like a selfish person. I'm just angry with him ,ordinary no, he doesn't understand.
Thanks shewrites, but I dey vex for gbemiga
|Re: Bukky Alakara by BlissfulJeff(m): 5:33pm On May 23, 2017|
wow,gbenga d sharp shooter,i pity bukky d poor guy,be ready to be dumped
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 5:55pm On May 23, 2017|
Na joke abi? I have bought a dozen koboko for u.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 5:56pm On May 23, 2017|
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 5:57pm On May 23, 2017|
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 5:59pm On May 23, 2017|
Me sef dey vex for all the Gbemigas out there.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by smokeydrinky: 6:47pm On May 23, 2017|
I feel same. Poor bukky, she had to go and fall for a Bleep boy. I hope she doesn't get pregnant.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Akinwale14(m): 8:06pm On May 23, 2017|
Gbemiga Bleep up big time i no like the boy again sef,must he have sex?mtchewww,Shewrites weldon jare
|Re: Bukky Alakara by popesaint(m): 8:25pm On May 23, 2017|
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Countrygirl(f): 8:48pm On May 23, 2017|
smokeydrinky:I hope so too, his senseless family may even reject her and selfish gbemi will just deny her.
She's someone that has aspirations and even working towards it.
|Re: Bukky Alakara by Countrygirl(f): 8:50pm On May 23, 2017|
SheWrites:My own vex pass your own oo,
|Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 9:20pm On May 23, 2017|
Thanks jare *winks*
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