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 Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 12:49am On Oct 22, 2021 |
After a few hours we were able to get a lot accomplished. We decided to take a short break. Fadziso refreshed my drink and invited me to the sitting room. I sat on the small sofa and surprisingly, she sat very close to me. As it was a hot summer afternoon, I was wearing a pair of shorts and shirt. Our bodies barely touched and I glanced down at her smooth, dark laps. I was really tempted to run my palms over her smooth skin, but forced myself not to. We talked about things and nothing in general. As we chatted on I realized that Fadziso was actually a really nice girl. Her father was a top executive in a bank in Zimbabwe. Her mum worked in one of the federal parastatals. She had an older brother who was a medical doctor. She just talked on and on. I realized this was a girl who didn’t have any friends to talk to...I could hear the loneliness in her voice and realized she was glad she had someone to speak to. By now it was about 5pm, and the sun through the windows was hot. Fadziso's skin was glistening in the heat, and her shirt was sticking to her body. The AC in the building had been shut down for maintenance, and the fan did not help matters much. Her bréasts rose and fell with every breath. We were sitting sideways on the sofa, facing each other. My eyes darted from her eyes to her bréasts, to her cròtch, and back again. I hardly heard what she said and even if she noticed, she never let on that she did. To this day I never could tell most of what she Fadziso talked about, but in my mind, I knew I was fantasizing about her, slowly undressing her, and before I knew it I was rock hard. My díck was strained to get out of my shorts, and I was unaware how visible it was. Fadziso saw the bulge in my shorts and slid closer till out legs touched. “You seem kinda…distracted.” she said, peering at it intently. She placed her hand gently on my lap and leaned towards me. I closed my eyes and our lips men in a slow, soft kiss. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. I could see raw desire in hers. She placed her other hand behind my head and came to me again, and we both kissed each other hard and passionately. Her palm caressed my bulge tenderly, slowly slipping her hand under the loose hem of my shorts and into my boxers, her fingers lightly teasing the underside of my hardness and running the tips along the bottom of his shaft in a slow, gentle caress. I moaned in response. Our kiss got deeper and deeper, and Fadziso made a loose ring with her thumb and fingers and ran it up and down the length of my shaft, giving it a couple gentle full-handed pumps that sent waves of pleasure through my body. I slid my hand underneath the back of her t-shirt and rubbed her back. She slowly pulled her hand out of my shorts and stared at me with dazed and lusty eyes She lifted off my shirt and kissed my chest, sucked on my nípples before returning to my mouth. I moved my hand around to the front of her shirt and felt her bréasts through her bra. I kneaded and squeezed them, pinched her nípples between my fingers, and a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Suddenly Fadziso unlocked her lips and stood up. For a moment I thought she had come to her senses, but she got down on her knees between my legs. She unzipped my shorts and lifting my hips, she slid them down to my ankles. She pulled down my boxers roughly, and my díck sprung out and almost slapped her in the face. She took it in her hands and stroked it lovingly. Fadziso smiled into my eyes and I saw a girl consumed by desire. I could only watch as she buried her face into my balls, tonguing me, licking me, sucking each in her mouth before releasing them out with a pop. She slowly dragged her tongue up my shaft and sucked it hungrily like a long-denied popsicle, looking deep into my eyes as she did. I could tell I was about to get the best head of my life, and Fadziso never looked better than she did right now with my meat in her warm hands. She let some spit drop from her gaping mouth, and used it to moisten it. She plunged down slowly and inch by inch she took me into her mouth. I watched in awe as my nearly entire seven inches disappeared. She pressed her lips even tighter around me as she slid back up, her lips sucking the head and making me gasp in pleasure. 1 Like |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 12:43am On Oct 22, 2021 |
My first semester was tough. I got to learn that schooling in the western world is a totally different ballgame than what we did in Naija. It was not the “cram and pass” or “read the handout” that we were used to. One had to learn the material and apply it to everything. Things as simple as assignments counted towards your final grade. Courses were not based on final exams alone; you had to pass every single quiz, test, homework, and project you were given. You had to be on your toes as even a single bad score could be the difference between passing and failing. It didn’t help that as graduate students, you were held to a higher standard than undergraduates. If you fell below a certain GPA, you automatically get on probation. It also did not help that as an international student, one had to maintain status with a full course load. The professors did not care if you had other classes you were taking; you had to do the work. Most of my time was spent in the library or labs working on one assignment, project, reading for a test, or going through material for a class. I managed to have a respectable grade-point-average that first semester. It wasn’t easy, but I managed it. I vowed to put in more effort the next semester. I strategized how I would spend my time to more effect. I reached out to other students in my department who had taken most the courses, and they advised me on which professors to avoid, and those who’s courses were the easiest to pass. It was during this period I met Fadziso. She was from Zimbabwe and an international student like me. She was in two of my three classes. I had seen her around the department the semester before, but I didn’t know she was a graduate student. We sat next to each other in one of our classes one day and when the professor told us all to pair up in groups, she naturally turned to me as we were the only Africans in the class. She wasn't really that pretty. In fact, she was quite plain. Don’t get me wrong, she was not ugly. Far from it. She just was not the type of girl that turned heads. Tall, just a head shorter than my 6 feet 2 inches, her only redeeming qualities were that she had a pretty decent body, and fantastic lips - full and pouty. She also had a hearty laugh and smile. Other than that, she was just plain Fadziso. We often studied together for the two classes we were in, and I also gave her the materials for her third class since it was one of the classes I took during my first semester. She shared an apartment with one other girl about five minutes’ walk from campus, and she often brought food for us to eat together in the graduate lab. It so happened that one of our professors gave us all a project to do which was due by the next class meeting. Fadziso naturally paired up with me. We agreed we would meet on campus for a few hours that Saturday. I got down from the bus and walked towards the department. I was surprised to find the entire building locked. Even the library was shut, which was quite unusual. It was then I realized it was a holiday weekend, as there was a public holiday the following Monday. Miffed at myself, I called Fadziso to inform her of the circumstances. She told me it was okay, that I could come over to her place instead. She met me at the door and invited me in. She informed me her roommate had gone home for the long weekend, so we had the entire apartment to ourselves. She led me inside and I took a quick look around. While the furnishings weren't expensive or fashionable, they were nice and clean and made the place feel very homely. She asked if I would like a drink and I accepted with thanks. As she went to the fridge I could barely take my eyes off her. She wore a pair of gym shorts, and a white slightly low V-neck t-shirt which was just as close-fitting. I never realized how round her bòòbs were, but I definitely noticed how they bounced as she strode across the sitting room floor. They pushed against the fabric of her shirt, the outlines of her bra very evident. She opened the fridge and bent over to get the drink from the bottom shelf, and my eyes must have bulged out of their sockets when I saw the bottom of her ass cheeks sticking out ever so slightly from her shorts. “Deejay, are you okay?” Her voice snapped me out of my trance. “Oh sorry, I-I’m fine.” She looked at me suspiciously. “Oookay, ‘cos the way you’re staring at me is kinda strange.” “Sorry. I’m just a bit tired from the sun.” “Here, have your drink. It will make you feel better.” I reached out to take the glass proffered and our fingers briefly touched. I looked at her and our eyes met. My eyes lowered briefly to her cleavage which was slightly exposed. They stayed there for a few seconds before returning to her face, where I noticed she was looking at me warily. I quickly raised the glass to my lips and downed the cool drink before she grew more suspicious. Fadziso led me to the dining table and we started studying. It was tough, especially with the way she kept leaning over to see what I was explaining as her shirt kept falling open and I kept stealing glances down at her bréasts mashed up on the table, but I managed to focus and concentrate on the task at hand. |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 12:41am On Oct 22, 2021 |
The rest of my service year grinded on, and before I knew it, it was time for passing out. The one year I spent as a corper in Enugu taught me a lot of things and opened my eyes to a different culture. I was really going to miss everything. It was a great experience I had – from the not too bright students I taught in the secondary school, to my fellow corpers, the isi-ewu and stout at the local bars at night, and most importantly, my times with Adaego. I would we had sex at least three times a week all through the rest of my time in Enugu. She just couldn’t get enough of it and she worshipped her “pet” at every opportunity she could. It got to a point I couldn’t handle her high sexual energy and I had to drink a lot of local herbs to keep up with her insatiable appetite. Sadly, like Nelly Furtado sang, “All good things come to an end”. She resumed her course at the University of Port Harcourt a few weeks before I finished my service year. As a farewell, we spent the whole of one CDS day screwing ourselves senseless. She was practically weeping that day, telling me that I had shown her how great a lover I was, and that she would really miss our sexcapades. I tried to hold in my emotions as well, but still felt a huge knot in my throat that day. Before she left, she grabbed me and gave me a very long kiss. I told her I would someday pay her a visit in her school once I settled down back at home. After I got back to Ibadan, I spent the next week resting before I started looking for a job. It was like looking for a needle I a haystack – almost impossible. I reached out to my previous employers whom I worked for shortly before I started my service year, but they told me they did not have any full-time positions but they would call me if anything small came up. From time to time, they would give me something to do. Around that period, I got a position as a marketer in Zenith Bank. I would spend several hours in the hot sun looking for people to open accounts. I did all this for the next year or so, until when I decided I had enough. Rather than waste my energy looking to bring in millions for a bank who only paid a petty sum, I would rather further myself. I “dusted off my pali” and started applying to further my education. I got in touch with my former roommate who was by then in Canada, and he gave me several tips on how to apply to different schools there. With my good results, I was eventually able to secure an admission to study for my masters. I left the shores of Nigeria for Canada at the tail end of 2015. Coming from a polar extreme climate, one would think I should have done some research into the weather before leaving. I just wore a plain polo-shirt and jeans, feeling fly and on top of the world. I almost ran back into the plane upon landing in Canada. It was freezing cold!!! My hands had already started to go numb even before I cleared customs and immigration. Luckily, my hosts were already waiting outside and they ushered me to the warmth of their home about an hour’s drive away. |
| Family › Re: Have You Ever Had An Odd Guest? (my experience) by metalgear11(m): 5:45pm On Oct 20, 2021 |
I remember when I was still young, this was sometimes in 1998. My dad had been appointed as the sole administrator(i.e. chairman) of one of the local governments in our state under the then military administration. You know how some of these our old Yoruba elders can be sometimes - because one of their "sons of the land" is in a government position, they feel so entitled. This old man (I hear he has been late for a while now) usually came to our house almost every other day to see my dad. My pale man would give him some money, only for him to come again about three days later. This man will just siddon balance for our sitting room like he owned the place. There was a day my dad went to his station. He left around 7am. About 30 minutes later, this man came sauntering in. My dad had a few days earlier given my grandmum(may her soul rest in peace) some money to give this man, and here he was again. We told him dad was not at home as he had traveled and would not be back until very late, thinking he will go away as everyone was already fed up of him. Na so this man balance for chair, and sat there until my dad came back around 10pm. Immediately my dad came in and saw him - I guess he must have been very exhausted from his travels - he told the man to come with him and they marched out of the house. He later told us he lodged him in a guest house somewhere. This went on until the end of my dad's tenure. That's when the old man's visits stopped. Our very next door neighbor(who coincidentally was also from the same hometown as my dad) was appointed shortly after as the director of the satellite campus of one of the universities. It was not long afterwards that we started seeing this same old man going over there and repeating the act he did with us. Not even a shameful bone in his body. He didn't even think we would see him there, or he may not have cared. 8 Likes 1 Share |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 7:01pm On Oct 18, 2021 |
valirex:Patience bro. I'll upload the next one soon. |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 2:30am On Oct 18, 2021 |
valirex:The current story? Of course it hasn't finished. It's still ongoing. |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 10:30pm On Oct 17, 2021 |
valirex:If it is the "Taming the rich man's daughter" story, yes, it was just a 2 part story. Kiddogarcia:Which ones to be precise? And sexual harassment bi ti bawo? |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 8:20pm On Oct 17, 2021 |
sterlingD:I finished that story. It wasn't a long one. |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 8:45pm On Oct 16, 2021 |
xenten:Yes boss. |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 7:42pm On Oct 16, 2021 |
xenten:I didn't want to elaborate too much on it and take the focus away from the main story - being Dimeji and Yewande. |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 6:32pm On Oct 15, 2021*. Modified: 10:13pm On Oct 17, 2024 |
I woke up a couple of hours later. The other side of the bed where Adaego lay was empty; she must have left at some point. I padded to the bathroom to relieve my full bladder, and returned to pick up my phone to check the time. It was around nine o’clock – my maths class was not until eleven. I noticed three missed calls from an unknown number. I redialled and fifty brownie points for who’s voice came over the line. Yes. It was her. “DJ, I know I’m the last person whose voice you want to hear, but please, don’t hang up.” she begged. “What do you want?” I seethed. “Please Dimeji, I just called…to apologize.” “What exactly are you apologizing for?” “For treating you the way I did. I now realize I should not have done all that to you.” “I’ve heard that script before. You do not have anything to apologize for.” “DJ, listen to me!!” she yelled over the phone, “I know I offended you. Big time. You would never have treated me the way he did if I chose you. Your brother took my heart, used me, and smashed it to pieces, something I know you would never have done. I know you cared a lot for me, and that is why I called for your forgiveness. I would have a long time ago, but I did not have the courage. Everybody I spoke to about it told me I made the wrong decision – I chose the wrong brother. I’m sorry Dimeji…I’m so sorry…but it was partially your fault too.” “How was it partially my fault?” I asked, not believing my ears. “You didn’t take charge…you didn’t try hard enough.” “Are you kidding me right now? What else did you want me to do? What did he do that I didn’t?” “You treated me like I was your little sister. He treated me like…” She paused. “Like what?” I demanded. “Like a…lover.” “Bullshit! Lover indeed. The only thing I did not do was to force myself onto you. Maybe that’s what you’re mistaking for “lover”.” “Please DJ, don’t make this hard for me. I’m trying as it is without you hurting my feelings.” “Well I’m sorry your feelings are hurt, but that’s how I see it.” “And I said I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. If there is any way I can make it up to you, you know I will not hesitate doing it.” “it’s too late for that. I came to terms with it a long time ago. Don’t worry about making up anything to me.” “Please Dime…” “I just want you to tell me something, and I want you to tell me the truth,” I paused for a moment, “did you sleep with him?” There was a long silence before she responded, but that silence told me what I wanted to know. “Yes,” she replied, “I-I’m so sorry.” “You do not need to be sorry.” “I didn’t mean to…” “It was your decision to choose him Yewande, since he treated you like a “lover”.” I said coldly, my voice again rising a notch. “It hurt me deeply, but I ended up accepting it. It took a while, but I realized it made no sense fighting for something that was never mine to begin with…” “DJ, don’t say that…” her voice broke over the line. “…it was your choice. You went with him. I wasn’t happy, but there was nothing I could do. It wouldn’t have hurt me so much if it was some other guy, but I learned to live with it. You do not have to apologize for anything. There’s nothing to apologize for.” I concluded. “…DJ “Goodbye Yewande, and please, don’t call me again,” I said and ended the call. 5 Likes |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 6:29pm On Oct 15, 2021*. Modified: 10:09pm On Oct 17, 2024 |
From that day on, Adaego became my unofficial sex partner for the rest of my service year. I say sex partner because we did not define the relationship beyond that. She herself told me in clear terms that we were just “catching cruise” and we should not make it more than what it was – two young virile people having fun. I hadn’t been intimate with any girl for a couple of years and I was more than happy to have her satiate those urges for me. Even at that, our sexual exploits drained me both physically and mentally and I was usually too tired to do much afterwards. It seemed as if I had unlocked a floodgate of her sexuality and it had all come bursting out like a ruptured dam. Just shy of her twentieth birthday, she was around the same age as when I first met Yewande back in school. I could understand she was a basketful of sexual hormones and energy and would naturally need an outlet for it. Late one night as I was getting ready for bed, she snuck into my room. The whole neighborhood had been plunged into darkness by the lack of electricity, and I was at first scared when I heard an insistent knocking on my door. Who would be banging my door at almost midnight? I was surprised to hear her voice when I peered through the window. I let her in and she told me she could not sleep as she was too restless and her body was “doing me somehow”. I knew what she wanted, but I had a long day the following day. I tried to dissuade her, but she quickly flung off what she had on – just a small t-shirt and wrapper – and deposited herself on the bed. I gave her a half-hearted excuse and told her it was too dangerous, but she told me everyone had gone to sleep and no one was aware of her movements. All she wanted was for me to “scratch her down there with my big gbola” a few times and she would be alright. At the end I relented. I lowered my kerosene lamp to a low flicker, disrobed and joined her on the bed. We didn’t bother with fore play and went straight to business. Unfortunately, I did not anticipate how hemmed up she was and we ended up going at it for the better part of the night. We finally passed out from exhaustion when the first signs of dawn began to light up the sky. 3 Likes |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 8:52pm On Oct 14, 2021 |
ifytrik:Nobody is putting a gun to any of yours head to read. Congratulations. Do you want a cookie? |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 8:49pm On Oct 14, 2021 |
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| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 8:48pm On Oct 14, 2021 |
Afterwards, Adaego became unusually “friendly” towards me. She would coyly flirt with me on occasions, licking her wet lips in a seductive manner while staring at me with her glazed eyes. She once “brushed” off an imaginary speck of dust on my shirt one morning I was going to school. She stood so close to me, my nostrils inhaled the sweet fragrance of her perfume. The brush was more of a caress, and the way she traced her delicate finger down my chest as she soothed me wth her low, sexy voice conveyed more meaning than I wanted to admit… …until that fateful day a couple of weeks later. Tuesdays were usually my CDS days. That morning, I left early as I knew we mostly just hung out doing nothing but gist to while away the time. I flirted with the thought of going to school to grade the economics test I had given one of the SS2 classes the day before, but decided to go home instead. I got home around one o’clock in the afternoon. I changed out of my corper gear and just as I was about to lay down on my bed I heard a soft knock on my door. I was mildly surprised to see Adaego walk in. She hadn’t been in my room since she took her exams and I asked her why she came since I no longer had to teach her anything. She said she saw me coming in and decided to pay me a visit as she was bored since everyone had gone out and she was the only one at home. I offered her a can of Schweppes and we settled down to watch a movie on Africa Magic. She lay beside me on the bed and surprisingly snuggled up into my arms. I had noticed when she came in that she had on a snug long-sleeved black dress and now I could feel her body pressed against me. Unfortunately, when I got back earlier I had worn an old singlet and a pair of shorts with no boxers. To make matters even worse, she flung her arm over my chest and cuddled up to me. With her now half lying on top of me, my arm draped across her shoulders. Her head rested on my chest and she focused her attention on the movie. I took a breathful of the scent of her hair. I absentmindedly caressed her shoulder, then ran my hand down her arm. She didn’t say anything, so I took it further by rubbing her back and down her side to her waist, and over hips to her thigh. I encountered no forms of contours and it was then I realized she wore nothing underneath her dress. That realization triggered some thoughts in my brain. I tried to will my manhood down but it seemed to have developed a mind of its own, and before I knew it I had formed a glaring bulge in my shorts. Adaego noticed the crisis going on in my nether region and her eyes grew wide in surprise. She looked up at me and I began to apologize. To my utter astonishment, she reached out to caress it. I felt the blood rush as it grew harder. I tried to tell her to stop, but she only looked at me with a mischievous smirk on her face. She pulled the band over and it popped out into view. She grabbed it and started to stroke, stating she hadn’t felt one that big before. In spite of my reservations, I reached out to cup and squeeze her brêasts. She made it easier for me by pulling them out over the neckline of her dress. I bent over to kiss and squeeze them, taking a mouthful of brêast and sucking hard on her nipples, and she moaned and sped up her stroking. I soon started to feel my ejaculation building, and I moaned as the first tingles began. She smiled and told me she wanted to see me cum. I pressed my forehead against hers and my back arched as another bolt raced through me. She murmured something in Igbo under her breath, and her mind focused as her fingers deftly tugged away. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. By then she was making circular motions around the head, and the tingles were coming in rapid succession, a sure sign that I was going to cûm any moment. “Shoot it out," she implored in her husky voice. My hips bucked and she pumped with renewed vigor. I groaned and grabbed her brêasts and surrendered myself. Adaego gasped and squealed as a hefty burst of whitish semen erupted from me. I grunted like a pig as she carefully pumped the life-making matter out of me. She kept on stroking, carefully squeezing until I delivered every last drop. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I finished emptying myself. She assessed the vast quantity of jîzz she had coaxed out of me and we laughed. She then told me it was her way of saying thank you for helping her study and pass her exam. I kissed her cheek, then bent over to suck on her brêasts which were still dangling in full view. She giggled, then pushed me away before moving to the bathroom to wash her hands. We spent the rest of the afternoon watching another movie and when her mother called her around four o’clock to tell her she had arrived home, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. I hugged her body close and she whispered into my ear that next time, I was going to return the favor before she left. I wore a sheepish smile on my face for the rest of the week. 1 Like |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 8:46pm On Oct 14, 2021 |
About eight to ten weeks later, my school sent out an email stating our call-up letters were ready. I went to get mine about four days before camp was to open,and left the following morning. The only person who knew I had come was my roommate. School was in full swing then, so that night, I took a final walk around campus, reminiscing about all the years I spent there. I took one last peek at the hall I read at night; it was mostly packed with students at that time of the semester. My thoughts travelled back to the day I met Yewande, and I quickly pushed them out of my head. I don’t know why, but deep in my heart I hoped I would run into her that night. I had made up my mind that it was best I let go and move on. She had stabbed me in the back twice, and that was more than enough pain. I also felt it was not worth it breaking the bond between my brother and I. He hadn’t said anything to me about the incident, and I always seemed to detect a smirk of triumph in his eyes. Well, I consoled myself, there’s no point in me fighting with him over a woman. I would rather let her go and face my lane. The major thing I learnt from the experience was to NEVER introduce him to any girl I was interested in. I bade the school a final goodbye before heading back to my room. ----------------------- The three weeks orientation camp passed quickly, and I found myself posted to one secondary school for my primary assignment. I wasn't able to get a room in the corpers’ lodge that was provided by the school, so I ended up getting a place about ten minutes okada-ride away. The landlady lived in the large mansion and she rented the boys’ quarters of the large building to me. I found out she was a very wealthy businesswoman as she owned several large stores in the central market where she sold foodstuff, clothes, beauty products and other things, so she was out most of the day to attend to them. When she learnt I taught mathematics and economics in the secondary school nearby, she asked me to tutor her only daughter who had finished her WAEC a year ago but was stuck at the JAMB hurdle. Her daughter had just returned from her father’s house in Lagos and from what I saw when she introduced me to her, Adaego didn’t look her young age at all. Tall, voluptuous, and flirty were the words that came to my mind the first time her mother introduced her to me. She had this affinity to wear these tight-fitting clothes that showed off her generous curves and was always at one party or birthday. Her father had tried encourage her to take her life more serious and be more attentive to her studies to no avail. This was going to be third time attempting the tertiary entry exams, and her mother begged me to do all I could to make her pass. She didn’t want a secondary school drop out as a daughter. I promised her I would try my best, but it was up to her daughter. Over the next few months I prepared her as best as I could. Every Saturday morning before the premiership matches started, I gave her some lessons for about three hours. At first, she wasn’t serious and was more interested in asking about my love life and seeing the final answers to the problems than with how to get said answers, but with further encouragement, prodding, and sometimes anger, she began to listen. When her results finally came out, she ended up getting a 276, which was more than good enough to get her admitted into the university for her course. When I returned from school that evening, she literally jumped into my arms and planted kisses all over my face and mouth and hugged me fiercely as she squealed in glee. Her mother was so happy and thanked me profusely, almost weeping over the phone in the process. She told me I did not know how much this meant to her; I had covered her shame. Her daughter had finally passed all her exams and was going to the university, something her other older children refused to do. They preferred to go into business but that is another story entirely. 1 Like |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 11:23pm On Oct 09, 2021*. Modified: 8:54pm On Oct 13, 2021 |
I started preparing for my service year. Most of the next semester was spent on filling out clearance forms, paying off this fee or that, and waiting for the posting list. When that came a couple of months later, I was happy to find out I was posted to Enugu state. I had begun a small job to occupy my time while I waited for my call-up letter. I wasn’t in school much after my graduation, but I made sure I kept in touch with Yewande. We chatted every day. There was no day she didn’t tell me how much she missed me. I told her I would come by the school to see her one day. I kept sending her money to her account whenever she needed something, and sometimes I did without any reason. This went on and on for the next few months. Then the day came that totally changed everything for me. It was my dad’s 60th birthday, and we celebrated it on a grand scale. We had upwards of a hundred guests that day. I was the host of the occasion, and was involved with so many things that day. Trust my lazy farts of brothers, they rather just hung out with their friends and left me to do everything. I had to delegate two of my cousins to make sure things ran smoothly. I didn’t want to let my anger at my brothers ruin anything for the old man; this was something I was going to iron out later. I had invited Yewande to the party and she came along with Susan. I was so busy running things, so I had to assign someone to take care of them. Every now and then, I made sure to check up on them, and at one point I met my brother at the table where Yewande sat. susan was nowhere to be found. I could see she was laughing at something he was telling her. His eyes met mine from across the hall and he quickly averted them. I casually walked over to them and when Yewande saw me, she quickly stood up and gave me a hug. I asked her if she was okay and where her friend was. She told me Susan had left as she had to be home to prepare her family’s evening meal. I told her I was sorry that I abandoned her as I was just running around making sure everything was going on well, and she told me not to worry. She understood I was busy, and was happy I invited her. I promised her that I would come over and check her again soon. I glared at my brother, who took a step back before I left. That “soon” did not arrive until much later. By then it was going to eight in the evening and guests had already started leaving. I got some time to check up on Yewande again but she was not at her seat. I asked one of the other ladies who was still at the table if she had seen her. She told me she had followed my brother but did not know which direction they headed. I tried calling her but she did not pick up her phone. I tried her again with the same result. I then ran into one of my cousins who was helping me out and he told me he saw them heading towards the lakeside cabana, which was quite secluded from the rest of the party. I quietly walked down the dark path towards the structure. Approaching it, I could hear the unmistakable laughter of Yewande and voice of my brother coming from within. I heard her laughter again and what sounded like a moan. I peered around the corner. There, in a dark corner, sat both of them. Yewande was sitting astride in my brother’s laps. His hands were all over her body and they were literally devouring each other’s mouths. I stood there watching them for a few moments before stepping back and sitting on a nearby rock. Both of them were unaware of my presence. They were in there for another close to ten minutes before I heard another word from any of them. “Let’s go, I’m sure Dimeji will be wondering where I am,” I heard Yewande say. “Don’t worry about him, I’m sure he wouldn’t even know you left.” I chuckled where I sat throwing rocks across the surface of the pond. “Oh shit!” I heard her exclaim, “he has called me!” “Relax, you will tell him you went to the restroom.” They both walked out of the cabana, unaware of me sitting there. Yewande was trying to button up her top. They both froze in shock when they saw me sitting there. “Shit!” I heard my brother swear under his breath. I faced Yewande, who seemed unfazed. She didn’t seem scared or anything. She only buttoned her top up and straightened it out properly. I did not even have the energy to yell at anyone. All my energy just left me. “Just tell me the truth,” I asked her, “do you want to be with me or him?” She did not need words to convey her response. Her arm instinctively wrapped around his and she rested her head on his shoulder. I nodded. “I just wanted to be sure. I hope he makes you happy.” I turned and headed up the dark path back to the party. I heard my brother call my name, and then Yewande say something about letting me go. Each word felt like a dagger to my back. 4 Likes |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 11:21pm On Oct 09, 2021 |
My apologies for the late update. I was quite busy this past week. This one is a bit short though, but I promise to make it up in my next update. |
| Car Talk › Re: Please What Does This Alert Light On My Dash Board Mean? by metalgear11(m): 3:01pm On Oct 06, 2021 |
Oil change mostly. You can do a general service too like air filter replacement. But it's more often than not time to change your oil. |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 3:28pm On Oct 04, 2021*. Modified: 9:39pm On Oct 05, 2021 |
I did not see Yewande for the next several weeks. I kept wondering - what happened? Could it be because I was going to graduate soon? No, if not she would have gone for a guy on campus rather than my brother who did not even attend the university we were. Looking back, I began to realize that the signs were right there under my nose, but I had refused to acknowledge them. It was the typical play for my brother; he was the ladies’ man among the three of our parents’ sons. I should have been more cautious about him and Yewande. But why should I have been? Her words were nothing but the truth; we were not dating. I had no right to stop her from dating whoever she wanted to date. I hadn’t even kissed her since that last time. I won’t lie, it hurt badly, but what was I to do? I focused all my energy and attention to completing my project, defending it, and graduating with the 2:1 I was trying to maintain. After all the hard work and effort I put into my project, I was able to defend successfully. All that was left for me was one last paper to write, which to me was an easy A, and I was free!!! Finally, after weathering the tough courses, lecturers, sleepless nights, sometimes unending ASUU strikes and all that stress, I was almost a graduate. The night before the exam, I was heading up the stairs into the study hall when I heard a voice coming down. I would recognize that voice anywhere, even in my sleep. She and two other girls were walking down towards me. There was no way I could avoid them. She looked up and saw me, and her voiced died midsentence. She looked like she saw a ghost. I simply ignored her and walked pass. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see her looking up towards me in the darkened stairs. Several hours later, as I was packing my stuff to leave for the night, I suddenly had a strange feeling of being watched. I looked up and noticed her peering at me from where she sat at the far end of the hall. I slung my bag over my shoulders and walked out of the hall. After my paper the following evening, I headed home. Just as I was pulling my shirt off, I heard someone knock on the door. I opened it and was surprised to see Simi and Susan standing there. What did they want? I invited them in. The girls started begging me on their friend’s behalf. I just laughed. Was she the one who put them up to this? They said no. So why were they begging me for? They said Yewande had not been the same ever since. She finally realized how much I meant to her, but was too ashamed and scared to come around. She was always crying each time she remembered how she could always call on me to figure things out when she needed help. They went on and on about how important I was to her, that I should forgive her, she was just a kid who was carried away, and all that blah. Finally, I told them to just stop. She made the decision she made, not me. They told me to at least hear her out, let her explain why she did what she did. I told them I was not interested. After begging me for more than an hour, I yielded. I told them to let her know that she could come see me, and we could talk. They said they would give her the message and they left. I turned to my roommate who shrugged. Hear what she wants to say, he said. I don’t think it was up to five minutes after they left that another knock sounded on the door. This time, it was Simi and Yewande. She still looked as beautiful as I remembered her to be. Her eyes were downcast and she couldn’t meet my gaze. My roommate suddenly remembered he had a prior engagement, so he quietly took his leave. Simi said she had an appointment with someone to make her hair, and she left as well. Yewande and I were the only ones left in the room. I turned my attention to her, but she couldn’t meet my gaze. I waited for her to speak, but she didn’t. I asked her to sit down, but she shook her head. She began to sniffle, and I called her name. I told her to look at me, and she shook her head again. All of a sudden, she began to sob – and I mean sob. She just let the waterworks loose. I stood up from the chair I was sitting in, and she just ran to me and wrapped her arms around me. She bawled like a baby. She kept saying she was sorry over and over again. I’m pretty sure she said so more than a hundred times. Pretty soon my shirt was soaked with her tears. I wanted to push her away, but I found myself hugging her in my arms. This made her cry even harder, and she held on to me fiercely. I must admit, her tears got to me too and I felt myself choke up and a few tears rolled down my cheek. I quickly wiped them away before she noticed. I had to carry her - literally – I still remembered how light she felt whenever I lifted her playfully – and stumbled towards the mattress. I lay on the bed and lay her ontop of me, just like how we did in the past. For the next hour or so, I had to pet her, try to calm her down as she cried. I reassured her that I was no longer angry, and that everything would be okay. She finally expended her grief and tears. Her eyes were red and swollen. The whole front of my shirt was wet and soaked. She wanted to talk, but her emotions were still too high. I told her not to worry, that we had all the time to talk later. I gave her a kiss on her forehead and told her all she needed to do right now was calm herself down. She eventually fell asleep in my arms. My roommate returned much later, and was kind enough to sleep on the carpet while I stayed on the mattress with Yewande. That was how she wept herself back into my heart. I thought she had learned her lesson, but boy, was I wrong. 5 Likes |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 3:00pm On Oct 04, 2021*. Modified: 6:54pm On Oct 04, 2021 |
As the school year dragged on, Yewande and I continued with our “relationship”, if what we had could even count as a relationship. Since that night we kissed, things had at first been kind of weird between us, but we got past that. She would sometimes stay in my room overnight, and most of these nights I would be tempted to touch her. What mostly stopped me was the presence of my roommate, but the thought of not knowing how she would react often crept in my mind. And then I introduced her to my brother, and things were not the same after then. The charming younger brother every single damsel falls for in romantic movies and love novels. The brother who swoops in to capture the heart of the fair damsel after all the hard work of the hero. My brother was a medical student in another university and he come to spend some time with me to let off some steam after writing his MBs. They both hit it off immediately, like they had known each other for a long time. I never took it for anything. Besides, I was very busy writing my final year project, so I was happy for him to help me distract her while I worked towards finishing and graduating. By then she was in 200 level. I never took any sort of meaning from their sudden closeness, and even when he left after two weeks, her always talking about him every time I spoke to her. She kept asking when next I would invite him over, that she missed speaking with him, and so on. Warning alarms started ringing in my head, but I usually dismissed them. My brother knew I had this girl at heart, and will never betray me by going after a girl he knew I was interested in. Or so I thought. All of this changed about five weeks to the end of my final year. I hadn’t seen Yewande for almost a whole week and she had not been happy about it. I decided to pay her a visit in her room one evening after I had left my project supervisor’s office. I didn’t call her before going as I wanted to make it a surprise. I got to her room and met Aijay outside. From the look on her face, I guess she was surprised to see me. I asked if Yewande was in. She hesitated at first, then said a reluctant yes. I was very surprised upon entering to find my brother there. They were both lying on her bed, and when they saw me, they both disentangled from the embrace they were in. I stared at my brother, asking what the hell he was doing. Why didn’t he tell me he was around? He stated that he had tried to call me all day but my phone had not been reachable. I didn’t want to have an argument in front of Yewande or any of the other girls, so I told him to let’s go to my room. All the while I hadn’t said a word to Yewande. We both left and went to my room, where I told him to stay away from Yewande. He had so many pretty girls falling for him already. Why add Yewande to the list when he knows how I felt about her? He started saying he didn’t do anything wrong, but I reminded him of the compromising position they were in when I walked in. He eventually apologized after my roommate told him what he did was wrong, and said it wouldn’t happen again. I told him to head back to his school in the morning, which he reluctantly agreed to. I saw Yewande in school the following afternoon, and rather than apologize, she started misyarning, demanding to know why I scolded my brother. Apparently, he had already spoken to her before I did and had hinted her about what happened when we left her room the night before. She told me she owed me nothing, stating she was minding her own business before I decided to interfere with her life. That was my choice and not hers, she said. I couldn’t dictate who she could or could not see. I stood there in shock, not believing a word she was spewing. Remember when I said she had a sharp tongue? That was the day I found out. Here was a girl who knew how much I cared about her stabbing me right in the back. I finally asked her - even if she wanted to see someone else, why would it be my brother? She responded by saying it didn’t matter, and besides we were not even dating, so why was I that bothered? It was none of my business who she wanted or did not want to be with. Those words really cut me deep. She eventually hissed and walked away. 2 Likes |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 2:41pm On Oct 04, 2021 |
Good morning everyone. Apologies for not posting the second part of the story as promised. I was very occupied this past weekend. |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 10:33pm On Sep 30, 2021 |
BOLO for the next update 2mrw, God willing. |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 1:20pm On Sep 30, 2021 |
suffering:Good for you. |
| Family › Re: Why I Refuse To Help A Pregnant Woman, What Can You Say On This? by metalgear11(m): 10:42pm On Sep 29, 2021 |
VEXT:So it is wrong to give a hungry pregnant woman some help right? You do well. 1 Like |
| Family › Re: Why I Refuse To Help A Pregnant Woman, What Can You Say On This? by metalgear11(m): 10:03pm On Sep 29, 2021 |
She said she was hungry and given her condition, you for close eyes give her, even if na 2 packets of Indomie and one egg if you didn't want to give her the money. Sometimes you have to let go of past experiences to further the good of the present and future. Who knows, maybe she had low blood sugar and she really needed to eat something. 6 Likes |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 9:54pm On Sep 29, 2021 |
suffering:So that means you cannot read other stories I've posted. I'll summarize every one of them into bullet points. E no go pass 3 pages, abi that one sef too long? xenten:No vex jare. I haven't had much time to write like i used to. I promise to finish up and post as often as I can. |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 2:19pm On Sep 29, 2021 |
suffering:Okay I don change am, it is no longer fiction. Jesterinjay:And this sums up what ills the current young generation. Summarize. No one wants to read anymore. |
| Romance › Re: I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 5:20pm On Sep 28, 2021*. Modified: 6:42pm On Oct 04, 2021 |
Her roommates and friends soon began to tease her that she now had a boyfriend, which she always vehemently denied, but she did not really help matters as she was always “gumming body” to me all the time. She had no qualms parking her pert bum in my laps even when her roomies were around. They all told me I was all she kept talking about every day. I remember one particular night I was in her room. I had chatted her up during the evening (BlackBerry Messenger was still a thing) and along the line, had told her that I wanted to find something to eat but all the eateries in school had closed. I told her I was going to head to town. She told me that I should come over and eat at her place instead. I told her no wahala and I really appreciated it. She said she would start preparing right away and should come by seven. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to make it until much later. I didn’t get to her place until around eight-thirty. By then, she had almost thought I was not coming anymore. Her friends told me that they were just making fun of her as she was shaking and prancing all over the place, wondering why I hadn’t arrived or why I was not responding to her messages and calls. She almost bit my head off when I got in, but I could see the relief on her face. I apologized to her, stating that a last-minute issue came up and I had to stay back on campus for a while. She eventually calmed down and reluctantly dished me my meal, only after her friends had begged on my behalf. Another thing that attracted me to this young girl was she could cook. Even my roommate attested to that. The semo and efo riro she made for us all that evening was so delicious, I ended up eating more than I should have eaten. I decided to rest and let my food digest a bit before leaving, so I reclined on her bed. She later came to join me after clearing the dishes, and to my pleasant surprise she coiled herself around me like a snake. I was half-reclined, half lying down and she just cuddled up to me, her head resting against my chest. In that position, she was literally lying on top of me. Her body pressed tightly into mine. Her friends began to tease her again. The loudest among them (I think her name was Simi – I heard she passed away a few years ago, may God rest her soul) said I must have done something to her roommate; she once heard her yell my name in her sleep. Yewande kept denying all this, saying it was all a lie. Aijay then said if she kept denying, then she would have no problem if she showed her interest to me. Na so Yewande vex oh. She said she should not even think about it. Everyone was mildly surprised at her reaction. Susan asked her why she was acting like that, that shebi she said nothing dey. She shouldn’t be worried if Aijay or anyone else shows interest. Infact she was also throwing her hat into the ring. Yewande just wrapped her arms and held onto me fiercely, saying no one was going to come near me without seeing her red eyes. I was mildly amused at I was witnessing. She then did something that caught me off-guard – she grabbed my head in her hands and planted a long kiss on my lips. The other girls started hooting and shouting even before she broke off. I was more surprised, not believing what she had just done. I can still taste that kiss today – the softness of her lips, the strawberry flavor of her lip-gloss, the heat of her breath as she exhaled on my face. The rest of my time there was just a daze. When she saw me off to the junction, I could feel the tenseness emanating from her. I wanted to ask her why she kissed me like that, but I just couldn’t form the words. She turned to face me to say goodnight, and I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me. She gasped, and like she had done earlier, I returned the favour. I savoured the taste of her mouth, taking my time to run my tongue over her lower lip, and giving equal attention to her upper one. She literally melted into my arms, and I felt all the tenseness seep out of her. I kissed her for about two minutes before disengaging. She wobbled on her feet a bit, her eyes glazed and unfocused. She finally shook her head to clear the cobwebs that had crept in. She began to talk – or would I say, blab. Most of what she said didn’t really make much sense. I attributed it to the effect the French kiss I gave her. She started saying she did not mean to kiss me in the room in front of her friends, but when they were threatening to steal me away from her, she didn’t know what else to do. She only did the first thing that came to her mind. She was sorry that she led me on, and that she didn’t mean for our friendship to become weird. I tried shutting her up by placing another kiss on her lips, but this time she pushed me back. She said she was sorry, but she couldn’t do that again. I told her it was okay and bade her good night. Later, after I got to my room, she sent a long message apologizing for the events of the evening. She then said something in the message that I can still remember – “It is not that I don’t like you Dimeji. I am just afraid I will fall for you and then lose you later. I think I already am, and it scares me. I am still eighteen.” This girl will definitely need working on, I told myself that night. 6 Likes 1 Share |
| Romance › I Want Her, But Can't Get The Image Of Her In Another Man's Arms Out Of My Head by metalgear11(op): 5:16pm On Sep 28, 2021*. Modified: 3:18pm On Oct 31, 2021 |
NB - This is not about me, but one I assume people can relate to. What sort of advice would you give the guy? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- I met this very young and cute girl around 2011. I was a 400-level student then. I met her one evening during night study. I had gone outside to grab a sachet of pure water and stretch my legs for a bit, and by the time I got back, there was this young, big eyed girl in my spot. Back then getting a spot for night reading was like searching for treasure – you had to be fast, accurate, and very precise, particularly during the examination period. I asked her why she had pushed my books aside and she told me she thought the owner(me) would not be around for a while. You see, some people saved spots for themselves ahead of time, and as such some seats could contain books with no one reading there for hours on end. I told her I had just stepped out for about thirty minutes and was back. With a babyish whimper and frown, she began packing her books. I told her that if it wasn’t going to be too late for her, I was going to finish what I was reading in about an hour as I had an early morning lecture the following morning, and it was already going to around midnight then. I could keep the seat for her if she wished. She smiled and gave me one of her books to place there when I left. I ran into her(literally) again two weeks later. I had totally forgotten about the encounter, so imagine my surprise when, upon paying for the food I had purchased at the eatery I had gone for a late lunch, I turned around and almost bulldozed into the person walking behind me. She almost spilled the contents of the tray she was carrying and I quickly grabbed the drink and glass cup she had balanced along with the plate of food before the tray came tumbling out of her arms. I began to apologize for my clumsiness, but I was pleasantly surprised to see her. She at first didn’t remember who I was, but after reminding her of the events of the night in class, her frown melted away. I picked up my tray of food and led her to an empty table at the far corner of the cafeteria. Over our meal I got to know she was a 100-level student. She told me her name was Yewande. We talked about several things, and when we were about to leave, I asked if she wouldn’t mind giving me her number, that I would love to talk to her again. She hesitated at first, but eventually shrugged. I asked if I could come visit her sometime (her hostel was not that far from mine) and she replied with a maybe. At least I had her number. Over the rest of the school year, I got to know her better. I got to know she lived in the same town I was from. I once playfully told her I would visit her at home whenever school was closed, but she refused. She did eventually invite me to her room which she shared with two other fresh 100-level students like her. All of them were youthful kids. I was sure the oldest among them was not more than nineteen. Yewande in particular was a very playful girl, and coupled with her babyish looking face and playful demeanour, one would assume she was much younger than her eighteen years. As she became more comfortable with me, she really showed me that side of her playfulness. She also had a very sharp tongue. I didn’t want to, but as a 23-year-old guy with raging hormones back then, it was only a matter of time before I began to notice other things than her youthful face. She was a bit on the busty side, and her slim waist complemented her curvy hips and lovely figure. She filled anything she wore nicely. I began having thoughts of asking her out, but considering she was that young, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. 4 Likes |
| Literature › Re: His Neighbor's Wife by metalgear11(m): 2:36pm On Sep 28, 2021*. Modified: 4:15pm On Sep 28, 2021 |
Rosemary33:I guessed as much. Welcome back. As for the update, I believe you changed the name from Morgan to Tobe, no? And if I may also ask, are you the same Rosemary Okafor that ran track and field? |
| Crime › Re: Gabby Petito: This Is How U.S. Is Searching For A Missing Citizen(Pics) by metalgear11(m): 11:38am On Sep 22, 2021 |
MrBrownJay1:It's called "missing white woman syndrome". Its actually a thing. You can look it up. |
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