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LOVE WITHOUT END

(EPISODE FIVE)

You complete me Antoine

Without you my world is boring and blurry

Without you life is love lost

A thousand stars may grace my nights

Maybe a million moons in my plights

Or a billion stars with their lights

But without you O’love, without you Antoine

I am but a Kite with no might ,lice without bite.

Boring was this road with thorns and pricks

Within me, a desire burning with passion

So much to admire and pass on

You became my messiah fulfilling my imaginations

This love I never imagined!

You complete me Antoine. I love you irrevocably.

I was in the music and prom department. I was also the reigning queen. He was an Olympiad in swimming. So I ditched my music celebratory assignment to have a swim with him in the pool. I never bothered to change into a swim suit I could not wait to be with him. It was a private and secluded indoor pool and only the prom queen and king had a key to the yard. Antoine was mesmerized to have a taste of what it feels like to be in the ‘royal pool’ as it was fondly called. It was never used anyway ‘cause neither me nor Ryan (reigning king) was a swimmer.

I locked the door to keep away intruders and happily went into the pool with my uniform. It was icy cold. Antoine had dumped his shyness and was now tolerating me well. He unclothe himself, removed everything down to his boxers. I turned away so I won’t see his ‘something’ He laughed childishly and entered the pool…running after me. (We kept the water level low) he caught me by the waist and made me fall with him into the waters. He wanted to press my breasts but I would not let him. “Hey lover boy, I am your queen” I reminded him. He laughed again…lovingly and fashionably. He sensed I was trying to be descent so he stopped trying…rather we sat by the edge of the pool, I sat on his laps with my right hand across his shoulder and we kissed. It was rather a very weird kiss. It lasted minutes those minutes were laced with feelings of bonding hearts, it gave me the chance to have the ‘all of him’ that I have ever wanted. As it appeared, we were both into each other.

Having satisfied ourselves of the kiss, we went back into the pool, turned on the inlet pump and raised the water level. As the water level rose high I panicked but Antoine reassured me of my safety as he grabbed me by the waist, holding me hard as we kissed again so I do not sink. So you see, I could not let go of him if I must stay afloat. When the waters had risen high, Antoine got his chance. Right there in the pool he slipped his hands into my legs from under my skirt and tore away my pant with a little violence, but trust me he was being romantic. He held me with one hand and fingered me with the other but it was a non-penetrative fingering. He was merely touching and rubbing on my clitoris. At first he was doing it from behind…then from the front…remembering to kiss me again and again all along, I was darn too wet and I dripped all over the water. As the hour went by, he brought me closer to the swimming pool wall and rubbed his dick on my laps as a way to make him reach orgasm and simultaneously, cum. I had told him I do not want sex nor any form of penetration and he respected my decision. In those days, Antoine was a good man.

LOVE WITHOUT END (EPISODE FOUR)

The night was a long one. I waited for the darkness to vanish all hour long, turning on my bed every now and then, saying to the night birds repeatedly how much I had fallen for everything about Antoine the smell of his perfume, the bells on his shoes and the yells of his voice. By midnight the electricity of our residential estate was restored. A flash flood had rendered our home without functional power supply for days and the backup power generator had become rotten from lack of use. Without much reminisce, I ran into the basement where internet services was quiet functional, plugged-in the main computer hoping Antoine had left me a message on our school’s student interactive platform. I am a very lucky girl. Antoine was online too! We initiated a live video interaction; I was very much surprised and amused to see him online. It was not the first time but it was the first time ever since I started having feelings for him. I waved at him, wearing the most seductive smile you could ever find on a girl. He yawned, a sign that he was depriving himself of sleep. At first he didn’t know it was me then he looked clearly and startled. He moved closer to his camera and shouted my name in astonishment. “Belinda!” …. “hi!”

I giggled. And replied with another smile. He smiled too, we exchanged pleasantries, talked about school life, friendship, the future and everything else that matters. I remember very well, the only thing we refused to talk about was the sex which was normal especially since we do not want the school to find out about our little green secret. But he indeed left a clue. He told me he would be shy to face me in school the following day considering ‘THE WAY I FOUGHT HIM THE PREVIOUS DAY”

To be candid, one of the reasons I chose Antoine of all the cute boys in school was his quietness and tepidness. He was sly and shy, honest and was a very good secret-keeper. At first it was not exactly love, I just needed someone to satisfy my sexual curiosity but after the sex, my soul and spirit was rooting for him. I loved him more.

The following day came; we were all buoyantly sitting in class, proud to wear our celebratory outfit. The kind of uniform we wore on Mondays. (It was called celebratory because every Mondays, we mark our uniqueness as queens and kings of our great college.) I came late. It was not a usual habit, but as you would remember, I suffered good sleep the previous night. Teacher Al Al’min looked at me with a frown as I walked in with pride but he was not furious. I smiled at his handsome face and explained to him how after six days our power supply was restored earlier in the morning and I was tempted to stay up using the computer. He smiled at me his dimples were apparently glowing and his pink soft lips beckoned with brightness. “It’s a great thing you are honest…” he responded. “…But you must promise me it won’t happen again” lol my teacher was a funny young handsome man. Indeed I came late several days later and again and again and he would smile and encourage me to be mindful of how I use my time. He would say in a rather seductive voice “you a young bright queen, learning to manage time is learning to be a great person in the future. You must promise me that you would learn” Many times I promised him and many times I broke those promises but he was kind enough to make me feel sorry for them and promise again to be a great person. He was like that to everyone of his student, many of them liked him, lots of them respected him and a few of us fell in love with him, Isn’t this sarcastic and unrealistic at the same time?

So I noticed Antoine was absent from class. Pointing to his seat I gave a displeasing nod to his friend Adrian who hastily brushed his hands passed his face signifying that he doesn’t know the wearabout of my newly found lover. But before my suspicion could be heightened, He walked in. He lowered his face despite wearing a hood. The sporting hood.

“Antoine! This is not the right uniform for this day!” That was Elma. A cute green-eyed girl from Holland. Yes my sweetheart was not just wearing the wrong uniform. He was looking weird and scared too. It was like he was in a boxing ring. Hastily he went to his seat, slowly he looked up facing our dear teacher who smiled at him and gave a re-assuring comment. “Boys and their boyhood attitudes. You will overgrow it one day.”

There was this wild jest laugh across the classroom. Knowing what his real issue was, I took a clue from his words of ‘yesterday’, I sat on his laps which got everyone’s adrenaline pumping, crossed my legs, placed my arms around his neck and kissed his forehead.

“Finest boy, I’m sorry for the fight. I admit I was wrong, but what happened yesterday should not make you so cold and scared and shy. Maybe it’s your nature but trust me, I had forgotten about it already and I want us to move on as friends.” His eyes were widely opened as he gazed at my composure and audacity. I kissed him again on his forehead and giggled. He blushed, smiled, removed his hood and greeted everyone good morning. Elma the Holland girl would not believe her eyes…was out of words as she kept pointing to me and asking our teacher a silent question at the same time. A silent question because she was out of words! In the end the words came and loudly she screamed! “will she overgrow that attitude too?!” “No” our teacher responded. “Is it because it’s a girlhood attitude?” she queried further. “No…” Teacher Al ‘Almin insisted. “It is because that is love. And no one has ever overgrown it”

By now the atmosphere was so tense it was hard to breathe. It was like the walls were going to collapse on us, Gladys rose to the occasion. Quickly stepping out to the front of the class. She was a fast talker. She cleared her throat to bring everyone’s attention to her. “..so goodmorning class. Today is another celebratory day, let us all file into the various celebratory departments we belong to and give this college the best of what we’ve got as queens and kings”

Normally that was for our class teacher to do, secondly everyone would have been out of the class before she finishes the sentence. But that day everyone was sluggish in movement. I had given them another version of me. That proud, quiet Belinda is now a slut that shows her affections in public. It was supposed to be a shame but for Antoine I swear it with my life, I could kiss him on the lips in front of them if he demanded it. My own life was fast slipping out of my hands, it was entering Antoine’s world. Love is a crazy thing.

LOVE WITHOUT END

(EPISODE THREE)

Still, I insist that you should not misconstrue my feelings. You will not understand unless you constrict yourself to my shoes.

It was painful – the sex but I enjoyed every bit of it. He was darn too good in it. He knows when and where to touch you to make you quiver. He knows when you are having a mood swing and the right thing to do to make you shiver. No wonder he differs and can make you feel love in your heart and in your liver. When he penetrated me I cried out loud! It was a stingy sensation. He kissed me to douse that pain gently withdrew his penis and rubbed down through my vagina hairs into the upper part of my vulva. It really worked. The feeling is out of this world! It was like…like…the sweetest feeling you can ever imagine. Really, the pain wasn’t subdued but it became negligible and I could only moan as he re-penetrates me. He started softly…then it became a bit stronger and it continued in that fashion till a knock sounded on the door. In a hurry we dressed up. It was easier for him as he only had his trouser pulled down. Mine was a thug of war. In that moment my clothes were against me, they would not come on again, “laughs” its funny now when I think of it. Maybe it’s nature’s way of protesting, telling me I did something bad. Antoine was super lovely in that flashy moment. He walked back to me, helped me with my stuck apron, gently and slowly pulling it up. He wasn’t looking at my face. He was staring at my seductively firm breasts till he uttered what was on his mind.

“Belinda I never believe this day would come…finest girl in school willingly unclothe for me, willingly showed me her unclothedness…” I hushed and placed my index finger on his lips. My mum once told me boys utter nonsense after sex so it’s better if you don’t let them talk. Still hushing softly, I kissed him again; impulsively he grabbed my buttocks, squeezes them, rolled up my skirt once more and fingered me from behind. I moaned again but managed to gather myself and pulled back. “Antoine, that is enough for one day” I had cautioned.

He smiled and helped me with the remainder of my unclothedness. I turned so he could zip me up. He did it slowly too…zipping with one hand and tracing out my back line with the other. He didn’t seem to have had enough of me but it was just exactly what I wanted. It was an unprotected sex and I could not afford a pregnancy at that time. It would be a total collapse of my reign as the prettiest queen in school. A blatant shame.

When he was done with the zip…I turned again, this time facing him. As I looked into his seductively blue iris, it was my turn to want more of him…my nipples were still standing for him. I hugged him with all the love, emotion and passion in me. He was really special to my heart. All this time the knock on the door continued but we were so deaf to it. We were buried in our seas of love and emotions. Antoine whispered into my ears telling me we have to finish up. That was when I realized I had not put on my underwear. Antoine picked it up, bent down and beckoned on me to put my legs. That was the most romantic something I ever felt. With my both legs in it, he strolled up the pant and stopped at my knee. Then he looked up at me again and winked like he always do. I knew what he was saying…but I was shy. He smiled, stood up and tickle me right there on the nipples..i smiled again and gave in. I carried my skirt up myself so he could bring the pant up to my waist level. Literally he wore my pant for me and he did it in a rather seductive way with the most romantic smile I ever saw stopping at my vagina and poking it straight on with a finger. We both laughed! Then I ran all the way through the basement finding a safe haven to hide while he attends to the door. It was a beautiful moment.

That evening he sent me a poem that I read every night so much that I ended up memorizing it by heart. I did not read it immediately though because I started bleeding profusely when I got home. I have always wondered why I didn’t bleed during the sex itself. It is a mystery to me till this day. It is perhaps one of the reasons Antoine will never believe that he took my innocence me and that alone makes me cry every night.

“Belinda and mirinda; so much similarities to ponder

Both yellow and fantastic and wonderful and beautiful

You are a miracle in my life, I want to make you my wife.”

He was a Business student but he managed to make those three lines for me. That cute angelic boy is all over me! My readers, Antoine wanna make me his wife!! It was a solemnly beautiful night for me. I dreamt of him all night long…I dreamt of having five kids for him, sitting in his laps all day long. I dreamt of having more of his kisses and reminding him how without him, I am far from being completed. My life, for a moment was perfect, everything fell in place. I was very glad that I took that bold step of walking up to him and pouring out my feelings. Astonishingly, that was my biggest mistake.

LOVE WITHOUT END

(EPISODE TWO)

When I say ‘devil’ I am not implying that he was a dark hideous man. Ironically he was the opposite. He had this great physical construction, he had hands that can bend minds and melt hearts. Little wonder I willingly gave him my virginity on the most auspicious of nights. My reader, do not hastily rush to the undue conclusion that I was a bitch, or a random girl anyone can have casual sex with no! It’s not about what I did but what I could not stop myself from doing. I had a large sex drive, I commend myself for keeping ‘clean’ till I clocked seventeen. You have no idea how much I hug my pillow each night, how much I dream of the day a guy will hold me with passion and contempt and love and oneness. I simply took the chance I got, I was even secretly in love with him, Our principal allowed ‘love-style’ relationship between wards in school but he would not condone sexual or hyper-sexual interactions. Within my home I was also a very confined girl..I was the most beautiful girl in a school with the most beautiful students. It was only normal that my parents should protect me from wandering guys that are always ‘taken to mars’ by the perfections of my hips and the wonders of my breasts…some of them would lick their lips each time they glanced at my cheeks. I was one such marvelous creation of God. So I took my chance when I found it. A chance to go higher in ranks among my friends, a chance to feel the oranges and apples of sexual indulge, I really needed to become a woman so to a large extent I do not even blame my friends.

Or maybe you still do not understand? The mysteries of a growing woman. Maybe it’s hormones. Maybe it’s just the works of God, but when I am alone I imagine it all. I imagine Delarosa sitting on a desk in front of me. He had the cutest smile in class….I imagine him showing me all those smile, poking my nose…teasing my lips with his fingers. I imagine Adrian sitting so close to me…my skirt rolled up, him, whispering in my ears, telling me how much I make him drool. Or should I tell you how much, every night I imagine myself in the hands of my class teacher. Teacher Al-Al’min a young but handsome white Muslim teacher from Qatar. He had short well-treated beards and small snort nose. He never use harsh words…once I slipped and fell and my class teacher was right there for me. He held me tenderly, attended to my bruise. With his hands around my shoulders he brought me back to my sit and got me nutrient milk. He made me drink it and told me to take a nap for the whole day. Each time he touches me I feel electrified and polarized. But I tell you my reader; he was doing all that in respect to his religion and for the good of humanity. He was a very, very kind teacher. I miss him every day.

But why do I feel like this? Much more why are girls deprived of that opportunity to freely express their love in the society? Why are we looked down upon when we approach the guys we love? Why do I have to love him secretly, why do I have to fathom all this sexual thoughts with him yet I dare not make the move? And even when we do, why do that same guy make shit out of us? Why?! I gave him all of me. I gave him my heart, my conscience and my innocence. I gave him my privacy and I let him stick his fingers into me with all willingness. I lost my honor for him, I didn’t think it twice when I let him kiss me down my neck, slipped his hands into my top and made me sit on his dick. I was not in any way blinded, I simply allowed him fulfill my dreams ‘cause I found him worthy of my heart and purity.

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LOVE WITHOUT END

(EPISODE ONE)

…His eyes alone were enough to make any girl wet. They had rainbows in it with a seductively blue iris. He would close one and wink the other one at the same time impulsively. I always fall for that! He held me by the waist and drew me near, I felt something standing in his trousers, I had no idea, it was my first intimacy with any guy. Slowly he started the kissing, oh my! He had these sweetish soft lips too, I would not know if all guys have such cute lips for he was the only guy I had ever given myself to. Slowly he turned me around, still holding my waist but this time from behind …I was scared, a thought flashed through my head “am I really doing this?” but instantly came the rejoinder “Belinda you are now seventeen!” He didn’t give me such ample time to re-think my decision, his hands were already probing my laps. He had slipped his hands into my skirt. At this time I was sitting on his laps and he too sat on the ventilation unit. I looked into his eyes shyly as he moved his hands inwards and deeper.

“You have a very soft yellow skin Belinda” –yeah, yellow is used mostly for very fair girls in high school. And yes I am a very pretty classy girl. Every guy in high school wanted me, I have pink lips laced with moon crescent at the lower baseline, straight legs and dark long curly hair. I could not appreciate his compliment…I kept looking at his eyes and lips. God knows I wanted more of that kiss from him. He did not disappoint me, he kissed me again and this time I willingly gave myself to him. At this time his hands were totally in my skirt, lots of reactions were happening in me, I felt my breast ‘swelling’ and my nipples ‘standing’ I was thinking within me why his hands were in my skirt when really, at that moment I just want him to smooch my boobs and kiss me repeatedly on the nipples.

As If my wishes were granted…as he gently used his finger to push and rub my pant gently into my vagina, he grabbed my right breast with the other hand and gently smooched and caress it. I was without a bra…I moaned instantly and down there, I was dripping with fluid. But he didn’t stopped there, he made me stand, held me against the wall with my skirt rolled up, he rubbed his hands on my laps again without looking. His eyes were fixated on me and he kept kissing me rowdily. Gently he pulled my now-wet pant to one side. I felt… I felt…. Well I can’t really describe the feelings but it’s a mix of pleasure and ‘being violated’ I wanted it and at the same time I felt I was being taking advantage of. So I protested for the first time and tried to get him off me. It only became more romantic for him. He pressed his fingers softly against my clitoris taking care not to hurt me, as he rubbed it to and fro. I started squirting fluid…the feeling is out of this world…it was super!

No! It cannot be!! I lamented as I reminisce over my first sex experience. I had walked willing into the room feeling a little nauseous and confined. I wore a silk apron designed with bridal flowers along its helms. My hair was ‘pouring’ down and I wore a bright smile. I had no bra on me my nipples were really popping. Evidently his eyes glowed when he sighted me, he stood. Maybe he could not believe his eyes, that I would come to him under such circumstance. But I had given it a deep thought and my mind was made up…I needed the peer influence, unfortunately my clique was a bad one and to gain a rank I had to invariably loose something. I didn’t realize early that I was losing everything. I felt shy as I went shielding my chest with a brace of my left arm, as I would never expect h ran to me and I willingly fainted in his arms. He kissed me by the neck and then on the lips..as gently as a cat utters its mew on a solemly raining night.

“Good evening….Go..od…e….ve..” He was like repeating his own utterances, apparently, I deduced he was still shocked and shy and maybe not knowing what to do. The most beautiful queen in college is in his hands…a girl he went after for four years. I must tell you my reader, Antoine was the cutest king in college too, my love for him was at first sight but I dare not show it. Queens classed themselves so high in school. I attended a queens and kings college. Basically that is what they call us. But evidently, that is what we are. I am not sure why everyone in the school are super beautiful and cute students but I think being cute is one of the admission criteria, now this is not a joke at all but I should perhaps, not tell that tale.

My name is Belinda Roselyn Maxwell, I lost my virginity when I was about clocking the age of seventeen right there in an old notorious dark room in high school which was made unpopular by the bad things that happened there.

It was my first and only sex till date and yes I am writing this story on the eve of my twenty-first anniversary. You see, while growing up, I had a lot of fantasy about men, there was one in particular that grabbed my attention, his name, I had long forgotten. Who wants to remember the name of the devil?
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