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I was physically ready for the big show when I became a teenager, but not mentally. That took more than a few years. I was a late bloomer. The life of a baseball rookie is practice, practice, practice. Me too. My girlfriends and I didn’t play paper dolls, we played make-believe sex. Do you have any idea what slumber parties are really all about?




my madam and i

Her name was Melissa. My very best friend from grade school until she moved away when we were both sweet sixteen. We made it through Brownies, Girl Scouts and our first period together. We had our fingers in each other’s tight pussy from the day our boobies began to bud. In junior high Melissa went from being called “the stick” to being revered as the “rack attack.” And I measured each inch of her incredibly rapid progress with my mouth.

In our school there was sort of a black market in intimacy gadgets; very expensive but well worth the investment. Melissa and I had a ‘Loving Touch Vibrator’ that was 8″ long and had a nice big head which was our favorite. But despite all the right equipment, our favorite activity was still licking each other right on the hot spot. There is something to be said for being able to feel and taste your best pal cum. The only experience we really were not able to simulate real well was sucking cock. But we watched plenty of movies, took notes and described to each other exactly what we would do.

I cried for weeks when Melissa moved away. And things just got worse. All my girlfriends had done the deed but not me. I felt like a leper. But I didn’t lie about it. What’s the point? I mean, you can tell, can’t you? So I’m like an old maid, 18-years-old, and the most I ever gave a guy was a little tit. Well, under extreme pressure, I did give several guys a hand job. There is only so much being drooled upon one can stand. A little jerking motion kept them off my ass at least for awhile. I don’t know why they liked me doing it for them better than them doing it for themselves. Never in my car again though. Stains everywhere. I think guys should wear a condom even when they are getting jerked off.

Josh showed up at school the day after Christmas vacation in my senior year of high school; a transfer student. His mother had died several years before and his father was working for a major oil company and got sent to the Middle East. So he came to live with his grandparents in my hometown.

So naturally the only seat in homeroom is right behind me at the end of the second row. He totally ignores me. Well, I was no fashion plate most of the time. Baggy jeans, a flannel shirt and braided hair most of the time. After school I went to the beauty shop to get a new do and the next day I wore the tightest jeans I owned. You know, the kind that takes 15 minutes of wiggling and pulling to get into. I wore my tightest red sweater with no bra. When I looked at Josh the tips of my nipples got so erect I thought they were going to pop right through. He STILL ignored me.

The rumors were flying that Josh was some sort of incredible baseball player. Hey, he looked like an athlete to me and, guess what, indoor contact sport I had in mind. Fifteen minutes after he made his appearance in homeroom, I got up from my seat and told the teacher I was sick and was going to see my doctor, which I did. I went to see my older sister, an intern at a local hospital. She had told me a hundred times to come and see her when I thought I was ready. You know, birth control pills.

Weeks passed. I go “goo-goo” at Josh and he looks right past me. Well, he ignored all the other girls, too. I was beginning to wonder, was he ? Then came Valentine’s Day and I was in love. But nobody knew it, especially not the focus of my attention and the cause of my wet panties. Last class before lunch was calculus. So class ends and I’m in the cafeteria and I can’t find my calc notebook. I go back to the classroom and open the door. Much to my surprise there is Josh. They didn’t hear me. He and Mrs. Henry, the thirty-something divorced teacher of calculus and certain other subjects that were difficult to swallow.

Talk about getting a heart on for Valentine’s Day. She was sucking his cock. He was huge! She could only get about half of it in her mouth. I’m watching, I couldn’t help it, and they didn’t notice me. To make a long story short, he cums all over her face and she looks like a ghost. She turned my way to reach a box of tissues on her desk and she sees me and shrieks. I turned like five shades of red. Josh stared me right in the eye and winked. I started stammering and then just grabbed my notebook and ran out. I never said a word. I swear!

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Another week passed and Josh kept right on ignoring me. But then one fateful morning in homeroom, he starts playing with my hair. Nobody notices. He gently massages my neck and shoulders with one hand. Chills are running up and down my spine. My lips are quivering and that isn’t all that is pulsating. I didn’t know what to do so I didn’t do anything. I just pretended nothing was happening. So then we move on to classes and I got a couple hours to cool off.

I didn’t see Josh again until lunch. He was brown bagging it. Stupid me, I said to him, “So what are you eating today?” You know, making conversation. He looked at me with those big brown bedroom eyes and said, “You, I hope.” I fainted. I frigging fainted right there in the middle of the cafeteria.

When I finally woke up in the nurse’s office thanks to smelling salts, I sought out Josh. I informed him I was his for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks in between. Hey, it took guts to say that, but why beat around the bush? I also told him my first time was not going to be in the backseat of a car. So we plotted our first evening (and morning) together. I know this sex stuff is supposed to be spontaneous but Bleep that shit. Josh basically did what he wanted but I had doting parents to contend with. My sister the doctor figured out how to shake me loose. I guess she felt filling up my tank might negate some of my neuroses.

My sister got a room at a motel 25 miles away. Josh picked me up about 1:00 on that fateful Saturday afternoon in a 1965 Ford Mustang convertible. Dark green, black top and a stick shift. So convertibles turn me on, among other things. His grandfather was into classic cars and had a barn full that could just make you wet your pants. Anyway, we get to the inn of double happiness and all we got to do is open the door because my sister already gave me the key. Awesome jacuzzi!

Right away I started to get cold feet. I knew I was going to do the deed this day but not just yet. We had plans to go to my cousin’s wedding reception about 6:00. I asked Josh if we could go for a ride and get some food and a couple six packs. My sister gave me her I.D. and we could always pass for twins anyway.

Quite the beautiful day for very late February. It was sunny and around 60 degrees. The top comes down. No, not mine. That’s later. We are just cruising and pass a recreation area with basketball courts. I had noticed a basketball in the back seat. I suggested we stop and play.

I was sure Josh had heard I was a player. There were pictures of me and last year’s team all over the school. I didn’t play my senior year. We had won the state championship the previous year, most of my teammates had graduated and the coach left for another job. I didn’t feel like starting all over and decided to concentrate on better preparing myself for college. I could have cared less about a basketball scholarship because I had my own money, thanks to my late great grandfather.

We get on the court and start shooting around. Then I said to Josh, “Let’s play one on one.” No guy in my class could beat me and I thought I was playing the ringer. Josh responded, “OK, what do you want to play for?” I was getting pretty cocky right about then so I said, “If I win, you teach me how to drive that Mustang stick. If you win, I’ll give you a Mouth Action.” He flung the ball at me and told me to take it out first.

Fifteen minutes later he is winning 16 to 4 and he mostly let me have my two hoops. Meanwhile these two really tall guys start shooting at the other end, and are mouthing off, about the competition, me. Josh got pissed and challenged them, you know, us vs. them. Josh drilled three from more than 25 feet and then they double team him and he fed me two for layups. Then he told me to throw one up to the right of the rim and he crammed it. These two guys, who meanwhile have zero points, got humble real quick and asked Josh if he played in the NBA or something. And Josh was supposed to be a baseball player. Oh my. Anyway, so we all said that’s enough and parted friendly.

We went to leave and Josh told me to get behind the wheel and gave me a couple quick start and stop lessons. I got the hang of it real fast. We got back to the room and we were sweaty and decided to get in the jacuzzi. I had already seen much of him (remember his private calculus lesson?) so he wasn’t shy about taking his clothes off. Yeow, he looked even better and bigger with nothing on. I made him cover his eyes when I took mine off. I think he peeked though because he commented, after I was totally submerged in the water except for my head, about my exquisite breasts.

Then Josh kissed me. Actually he first moved close and put his arm around me and nibbled my ear. And then my neck. He kissed me sooooo sweetly. He kissed me like a girl. I’m going like huh? And then he grabbed me by the back of my wet stringy hair and kissed me hard. I was engulfed by this face and tongue and lips and I loved it! I knew I was acting a little limp but I couldn’t hardly help it. I felt like screaming, “Would you please Bleep me, would you please just Bleep me and end my misery?” (And my virginity, talk about a cross to bear)

His hands started to move downward. I rose up out of the water up to my navel. He licked the water from my breasts. He went around and around my nipples with his tongue and gently rubbed the tips with his fingers. I was shivering and the water was very warm. Steamy in fact. Then he put his hand on the inside of my thigh. Sigh. He put his finger inside me and found just the right spot with his thumb. I’m thinking he did this before. I’m on fire and my pubic bone is pounding against his hand. Talk about getting off to a quick start. I was panting and moaning and my heart was hammering like it was going to pop right out. And then it happened. And I screamed. I mean, I screamed! Must have heard me miles away. Like I could help it. Best orgasm I had to date in my young life but I anticipated even better was yet to come. I laid my head on Josh’s shoulder for a few minutes to collect my senses.

Then I told him to stand up. He looked like something you could hang clothes on and I’m thinking that thing is going inside me? Like Shaq trying to put on Bob Costas’ shoes? So I got my left hand at the attached end, my right hand on the middle and I still had plenty of room for my mouth. And I’m moving my hands and my mouth and I’m not talking. I think that’s what turned him on the most. Me not talking. I did pause for a moment and told him I never did this before so feel free to offer suggestions for improvement. He didn’t so I must have been doing OK. I wondered what it would taste like. I liked it. I mean, I loved it! Hey, caviar and clams have a distinctive taste, do they not? Back then when I was just a rookie I couldn’t get all of his hugeness in my mouth. I often have wondered since if I could now due to my diligent study of deep-Drinking techniques.

After I swallowed what seemed like, well, I looked like a chipmunk at times, Josh picked me up and carried me to the bed. I jumped up and screamed, “No, no, no! We got to go to the wedding reception!” As if! There was no way I was going to smooch the love of my life until I brushed my teeth and gargled with Listerine.

I slipped on this green strapless low cut cocktail dress my sister lent me. She said she got lucky every time she wore it. She paid $500 for it and made me promise to keep it clean, no cum stains. And I had to wear the high heels. I looked like the Jolly Green Giant. But Josh was still a little taller than me. Thank you Lord for small favors.

As soon as we get to the reception I, of course, immediately go powder my nose since I really didn’t have much time to get ready. I looked in the mirror and I had sucker bites all over my neck. I used ALL the powder and I don’t think there was any on my nose. And my hair! Oh, my, what could I do with this? And then everybody asked me where I got my hair done. I thought like duh, what you like the orgasmic cocksucking looking for more look?

Well, we were just having a fabulous time at the reception. The band played everything. Oldies, C & W, polkas and all the usual wedding stuff. They even let the guests sing. I sang a song my momma done taught me and they sure couldn’t do that one worth a shit. Had to do with my mood at the time, as in take another little piece of my heart now baby.

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Then the band played “The Hawaiian Wedding Song.” The bride and groom danced and then everybody joined in. Josh had his hand on my ass and he was getting, well not getting, he was. At that moment I knew I was getting bleeped long before we ever made it back to the motel.

The bride and groom left and the parents left and the party poopers left and the band played on. They just had to play “Wild Thing.” So, you know, I’m really getting down, I had kicked my shoes off, and I was raising my hands in the air. My boobs popped right out of that strapless dress. I never hear (or see) the last of that one. Why do the guys with the cameras always follow me around?

Then the band played one of my favorites. Not that I’m really into C & W but I do like Willie Nelson. And I have very blue eyes. Got the tune? So I’m like dead meat right about then. Forget what I said about the back seat of cars or anywhere else. I was about to get laid or die trying. So I suggested to Josh we go for a little stroll. This place where they held the reception was huge. A bunch of smaller banquet rooms and such that were not in use at the time. So we found one.

There was not much more pre-intimacy deemed necessary by either party. Josh slipped his hand under my dress. I unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants and felt my greatest fear. OK, so I was still a little apprehensive and that thing going inside me. I pulled my pantyhose down past my knees. Josh lifted me up and pressed me up against the wall. I guided him inside me very slowly and carefully. Well, dagnabbit! Didn’t hurt one bit. At least not at the moment. And he found just the right angle, ya know?

Women can talk about vibrators and toys and their girlfriends all they want but there is NOTHING like the real thing. I can’t even describe what this bell ringer was like so I won’t even diminish the memory by making some feeble attempt. Bingo! For me anyway. Not for him yet.

I didn’t think Josh could hold me up in the air like that forever so I told him to lay me down on the floor. I thought not to worry, the carpet looked rather thick and plush. Talk about brush burns. My butt was red for a week and that ain’t all that was sore. I bit Josh’s ear and demanded that he Bleep me hard. Now here was one boy who listened too good. It felt like I was being drilled by a jack-hammer. Not that I minded. And then he came inside me. Well, he didn’t just come. That is a rather passive word to describe what was more like a volcanic eruption. And when he pulled out, he got it all over the dress. Yep, I still had it sorta on. The top was pulled down and the bottom was pulled up but I never did get around to slipping it off.

We tidied ourselves up a bit and went back to the party. If you ever are at a wedding reception and get cum stains on your dress, just say it was the macaroni salad that just slipped right off the plate. Right, macaroni salad, and nobody thought twice about my story. They had kept all the food out under ice and said to eat it or it would be thrown out. Naturally I made a big plate of stuff as we walked back in. I always like get really famished after sex. To this day I simply can not understand why guys look at me with raised eyebrows when I ask, “Do you think you could make me a sandwich?” shortly after I make their fondest dreams come true. And my sister forgave me for the cum stains on her dress. Not until, however, I told her the entire story of the day’s events.

Talking about food, people often eat three times or more a day don’t they? So why not sex? Eighteen-year-old males got to be the horniest animals on the face of the planet. For the next three months we got it on at least three times a day. Josh would pick me up for school in one of those classic cars. We’d get to the school parking lot and I would suck him off before we went in. Our school had seen diminishing enrollment in recent years and there were empty classrooms and such. We found several deserted spots where we could rendezvous at lunch-time. Right after school we’d hurry over to my house and screw until just before my parents got home from work. We’d get together during the evening to help each other with homework. When there were too many eyes around, we would take a trip to the library. No, I never told my parents I was researching the human male anatomy.

When baseball practice began, the coach was so desperate for Josh to play he let him come to practice considerably late. Josh told him he had a job after school for an hour or so. He had a job alright. Doing me. And then the baseball games started and Josh attracted a lot of attention. Scouts were at every game. He was offered numerous college scholarships but I knew what he wanted. The big show. We both knew we would soon be parting. But we also both knew this thing between us was very real and sooner or later we would be together again. I guess you could say it turned out to be later and I am still waiting.

We graduated from high school and the next morning after our last incredible night of passion, Josh signed a baseball contract and left for some minor league gig in Sacramento, California. His grandfather gave him that Mustang. And as the story goes, he was on his way on I-80 a few miles from Reno, Nevada, when a drunk driver pulled onto the west bound lane from an exit ramp. You know, the wrong way. Both drivers were killed instantly upon impact.

I didn’t go to the funeral. I’d rather remember my first true love when he was full of life and had an enormous erection. So where or where can my baby be? The Lord He took him away from me. He’s gone to heaven and I got to be good. So I can see my baby when I leeeeeaave this world.

I see Josh in my dreams every night and we always, well, do what we did before but it’s like more spiritual which has convinced me that there yes indeed is sex in heaven. Sex but no marriage. Can’t wait! I usually wake up in the middle of the night and have to change my panties. I guess I could sleep totally nude but then I’d have to change the sheets.

My best friend Suzanne (Suzy, the Biker Chick Floozy) keeps whining about being bleeped but not kissed and asking where has all the romance gone. I found mine but lost it. Which is the lesser of two evils? Well, if she wasn’t so wild and crazy maybe she’d meet somebody who wants her for her mind.

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-Episode 3 & 4

Albino: I dey craze? you are a sharp-shooter. Am not following you inside your room, money for hand then toto for bed. Just twenty thousand naira baby and I’ll roll on you, ride you till you scream your mama’s name. *Albino moved her waist on the chair, and parked my d+ck inside my trouser. I jumped up*
Me: I swear down, the money dey inside my room. Just follow me *no girl enters that room and come out without destroyed p+ssy*
Albino: you are not serious, matcheeewww!! *she hissed*
Me: na wa o!!
I left her there when she started her snapping madness, I went inside my room and planned on what to do with the money. Biggy came and we went to cash out the money, the owner of the betshop sent all the money to my account. I managed and dashed the bet shop with five hundred naira and some kobo to continue life.
Biggy had an urgent call so he didn’t follow me home.
Later that evening, I was writing my phone expenditure budget when Biggy entered my room like armed robbers, I nearly had a heart attack.
Me: why you wear your Christmas clothes like children wey wan go do happy Christmas?
Biggy: I no even get time for your talk, oya na… ready, so that you go groove me. You know that clubhouse? *I nodded*
Biggy: them don open am today.
Me: how that one take concern me? or them dey fine manager? *He frowned*
Biggy: na there we dey hit tonight, slay queens and fine girls go lap, and the bills go be on you *the pen I held fell off from my hand*
Me: okay.
Biggy: guy? You no get joy oh, I think say you graduate as scientist not economist, wetin be this phones and prices list?
Me: how em take affect you? *No be only snake queens you go f+ck, you go f+ck female pythons too. O shey*
I picked up my towel and went out, took my bath and when I returned back from bathroom Biggy has slept off snoring like hungry gorilla. I dressed up and kicked his butt.
Biggy: oohhh… Na so them dey wake human being?
Me: no, you no be human being, Come make we dey go.
Biggy: no wear this your pans wey don see birth and death of suffer abeg, the bouncer no go allow you enter o.
Me: you wan talk or make we dey go?
Biggy: oya na, make we dey go *I dey laugh*
We came out of the yard, the smile plastered on Biggy’s face didn’t leave his face I flagged down a bikeman, and we climbed.
We arrived at a brothel closed to the clubhouse and I stopped the bikeman, we came down and I paid, Biggy was just smiling.
The clubhouse was just across the road, and a pharmacy is attached to the brothel building. I left Biggy and bought two tablets of tramadol, and came back with it, I gave him one with one thousand naira note. The smile on his face vanished, when I started going towards the brothel.
Biggy: where be this? *jamb question*
Me: ashawo house
Biggy: I know say na ashawo house, wetin we dey do here?
Me: praise and worship, if you no wan f+ck go home. na here my money fit afford, if you wan go house you go. If you wan go clubhouse, see am there *I pointed my finger across the road*
Biggy: you sef ehnn… My manage am sha. *the only thing that can kill Biggy is p+ssy*
We went inside the brothel, I put the tramadol pill inside my mouth and swallowed it. A loud music was playing out of the speakers, half naked girls with fallen breasts where parading up and down, I could hardly see one not chewing gum.
I used my google eyes and searched for my choice as all the girls where seducing me with eyes and seductive dance moves, men were sitting drinking beers.
I sighted the one I wanted, she was short and fair with small breasts. she wore see-through net-singlet with bumshort that wasn’t button, her p+ssy pubic hair was showing with her p+nt. I looked back and realized that I was standing there alone since, Biggy has left already.
I walked to her and we went inside the room.
Me: how much? *I no trust Nigerians oh, this one that boarder have closed*
Ashawo: oga na one thousand naira, pull na *she had pulled the net-singlet, and started pulling her bumshort with her p+nt*
I quickly off my short and boxer, my d+ck wasn’t responding. she already tore off the c+ndom and readied to wear it on my d+ck.
Ashawo: oga, hope say you no be impo. This one your thing nodey stand.
She held my d+ck and started j+rking it, it rise immediately with lots of veins. I saw surprise on her face, she quickly wore the c+ndom on my h+rd d+ck and lay on the bed spreading her legs.
Ashawo: do quicky quicky, customers dey wait for me outside. I no get time *I dey laugh*


Episode 4

She laid on the bed her legs wide spread, I climbed the bed all fours. And positioned myself betwixt her legs, I grabbed my h+rd d+ck and thr+sted in, one thr+st I was deep inside her well of sweetness.
Me: hiaaa… This your thing wide oh
Ashawo: oga you sabi talk oh, your money go soon expire.
Me: I never c+m, you say when I c+m I go pay. *she nods*
Ashawo: as you dey f+ck, no touch my bre+sts, except you wan pay extra. Your d+ck big sha.. *you go soon beg*
I started moving my waist very fast, my d+ck was going in and out of her w+t p+ssy with motion, at first she refused to m+an.
when I f+cked her h+rder the chewing gum in her mouth dropped out.
Ashawo: aasshhh.. oohh! Oga easy na.
Me: umh.. ah ah ah, no…
Ashawo: my toto!! Ah ah ah *I increased my pace*
Me: oohh!! Aaahh!!! *I held her shoulder and laid on her, as I increased my sampling of her kitten speed*
Ashawo: ahh oohh.. oga easy ahh!! Ooh!! Na 1k you pay na, aaahh *moaning louder*
45minutes later, our body was sweaty. And my waist was aching, I couldn’t move it effectively as before.
Ashawo: ah.. oga commot from my body, since that time you dey f+ck me, you never c+m. *she shouted at me*
Me: no vex na, I dey last well well for bed. Remain small, I go c+m *I begged, still moving my waist slowly*
Ashawo: oga, if you no get money to add, you go carry your h+rd p---k go outside oh. *she threatened*
Me: like how much I go add *I couldn’t even move in and out of her again*
Ashawo: add one thousand naira again, we go change style.
Me: one thousand naira!! Ah ah, em too much na, na only 5h I get.
Ashawo: my pity you, all these slim boys sha.. them go dey carry big d+ck and tramadol come f+ck ashawo.
She asked me to sit aright, my back on the bed board. She sat on me, she held my h+rd d+ck that look very strong and agile for more f+cking.
She wrapped her hand on it and j+rked it violently.
Me: ah ah ah, easy aaahh!! You wan cut am? *I groaned in excitement*
She played with her br+asts as she j+rked me violently, she held my amu and positioned it in her loose kitten hole. She allowed only the cap in, and started moving her p+ssy muscles and then swallow the whole length, she rose again and repeated the same action.
Me: ossshh ahhh.. for..gi..ve m..e *I groaned and confessed in sexual excitement*
Her eyes was shut, she started moving very fast on my h+Rd d+ck. Twenty minutes into the hot s+xual ride, sweet sensation flow inside my body.
Ashawo: yeeeaaaaa aaaahhh, am cummmminnnng baaaaaaabbby *God no go gree*
Me: ah ah! Aaaahhh!! *I shot loads of c+um inside the rubber, after she squirted*
We laid on the bed tired, after I caught my breathe. I wore my boxer and trouser, and my clothe ready to go. I brought out the five hundred naira from my pocket and kept it on her bed.
Ashawo: oga you wicked, you don damage my toto *with tired voice*
I couldn’t hold my laughter as I got to the pavement, one of the room. A man ran out with unclothedness,
Ashawo 2: oga pay me my money *a loud shout from the room the man came out from*
A naked lady came out too and pursued the man, the other ashawos joined her and descend on the naked man. Konji is a bastard I cursed under my breathe, I got to the bar in the ashawo hotel and saw Biggy drinking beer and pepper soup.
I eyed the plate of pepper soup and the bottle of beer.
Me: hope say no be me go pay wetin you dey devour like wild animal o
Biggy: na you na, who else? na you carry me come here.
I quickly ordered for spoon and joined him before he will finish everything, after all am the one paying with my hard earned money, minutes later we were done. We stayed there a little while, and then decided to stroll home. It was already late when we came out of the brothel.
Me: guy, tramadol good oh, to use for ashawo.
Biggy: your father!
Me: he is handsome, why you dey pala na?
Biggy: come see how the ashawo pursue me commot from her body as I no get any money to add *I started laughing*
Biggy: the thing no funny oh, as I dey parade the hotel with my h+rd p---k.
Me: how you come take c+m?
Biggy: I enter their bathroom do mojojo, my hand pain me ehnn before I manage c+m.
Me: no vex, I for give you 2k that time, bike…!!! *I flagged down a bikeman and we entered*
Some minutes later, we came down in my yard. We entered and saw someone on my doorpost from the yard entrance.
Biggy: who be that?


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It seemed like months, but it was only the next morning as I breakfasted eagerly and waited for the gardeners to arrive. Landscaping round our single story house was going well, Bab’s my sister was away and dad was in a very jovial mood this morning. Trouble was I had promised to do a job for my Aunty Mavis, dad’s sister and try as I might I couldn’t get out of it.

Yesterday had been such a red letter day in my life, with Kath wanking me, showing me her cunt, offering her greasy snatch by bending over in the kitchen and me splattering my cum all over her bum before getting stuck in and then being interrupted. It was almost too much for my tender virginal nineteen years and yet she had mouthed the word tomorrow to me before leaving the premises. What could I do? Nothing, fucking nothing. So to content myself with a glimpse of Kath’s bulky body was all I had to look forward to before I left for my aunt’s. Part of Bert’s gang of gardeners, Kath put her back into the work as the men did and her powerful and not exactly shapely frame was testament to her efforts.

Dad then announced. “The gang isn’t coming today Gareth, so I’ll have a quiet day while you’re at Mavis’s. She’ll look after you.”

My spirits drooped, not even a glimpse of the thirty-four year woman who had taught me the first lessons of real sex beyond furtive self-services to magazines. As I mooched over my toast watching dad ease his ailing frame across the kitchen, his breath wheezing and his movements hampered by arthritic joints, determined to keep moving, my thoughts switched to Aunty Mavis.

She had humongous tits. They hung to her waist and always wore tight short skirts. At least the scenery was spectacular when I was at her place and while I’d lusted after a sighting of bits of her body, I’d never achieved it. Yes – the odd flash of upper thigh when she sat of course, a sliver of knicker crotch at the same time, but she was clever and subtle in her movements.

“I’ll get on with my exercises Gareth, OK? See you later,” said dad.

I nodded glumly, even my thoughts were being rudely interrupted today, what chance had I? I watched the retreating back of my father as he went to his mini gym in the garage and cleared up in the kitchen, somewhat reluctant to start over to my aunt’s. Arriving on my bike, I was greeted by my stupid cousin Wendy. She’s eight and skinny with stringy blonde hair and metal specs with thick glass in them. She screamed a hello and called her mum, running into the spacious house. I watched Wendy’s noisy entrance into the hallway with dismay. She’s a fucking nuisance, with silly questions and giggles and her specs make her eyes look enormously weird. I thought maybe she would be at a summer camp or something, like my sinter.

I wandered in after Wendy to be met by Aunty Mavis coming from the kitchen wiping her hands. She greeted me with a big smile, a big stride towards me and a big big hug into her tits. That was brilliant, being held tight, smothered by warm soft bazongers and the overpowering perfume she must have bathed in. It always happened when we met and unlike most boys my age I didn’t resist or squirm to get away, it was fucking great. My brain immediately snapped back to yesterday, when I had the first real contact with proper boobs.

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It seemed like months, but it was only the next morning as I breakfasted eagerly and waited for the gardeners to arrive. Landscaping round our single story house was going well, Bab’s my sister was away and dad was in a very jovial mood this morning. Trouble was I had promised to do a job for my Aunty Mavis, dad’s sister and try as I might I couldn’t get out of it.

Yesterday had been such a red letter day in my life, with Kath wanking me, showing me her cunt, offering her greasy snatch by bending over in the kitchen and me splattering my cum all over her bum before getting stuck in and then being interrupted. It was almost too much for my tender virginal nineteen years and yet she had mouthed the word tomorrow to me before leaving the premises. What could I do? Nothing, fucking nothing. So to content myself with a glimpse of Kath’s bulky body was all I had to look forward to before I left for my aunt’s. Part of Bert’s gang of gardeners, Kath put her back into the work as the men did and her powerful and not exactly shapely frame was testament to her efforts.

Dad then announced. “The gang isn’t coming today Gareth, so I’ll have a quiet day while you’re at Mavis’s. She’ll look after you.”

My spirits drooped, not even a glimpse of the thirty-four year woman who had taught me the first lessons of real sex beyond furtive self-services to magazines. As I mooched over my toast watching dad ease his ailing frame across the kitchen, his breath wheezing and his movements hampered by arthritic joints, determined to keep moving, my thoughts switched to Aunty Mavis.

She had humongous tits. They hung to her waist and always wore tight short skirts. At least the scenery was spectacular when I was at her place and while I’d lusted after a sighting of bits of her body, I’d never achieved it. Yes – the odd flash of upper thigh when she sat of course, a sliver of knicker crotch at the same time, but she was clever and subtle in her movements.

“I’ll get on with my exercises Gareth, OK? See you later,” said dad.

I nodded glumly, even my thoughts were being rudely interrupted today, what chance had I? I watched the retreating back of my father as he went to his mini gym in the garage and cleared up in the kitchen, somewhat reluctant to start over to my aunt’s. Arriving on my bike, I was greeted by my stupid cousin Wendy. She’s eight and skinny with stringy blonde hair and metal specs with thick glass in them. She screamed a hello and called her mum, running into the spacious house. I watched Wendy’s noisy entrance into the hallway with dismay. She’s a fucking nuisance, with silly questions and giggles and her specs make her eyes look enormously weird. I thought maybe she would be at a summer camp or something, like my sinter.

I wandered in after Wendy to be met by Aunty Mavis coming from the kitchen wiping her hands. She greeted me with a big smile, a big stride towards me and a big big hug into her tits. That was brilliant, being held tight, smothered by warm soft bazongers and the overpowering perfume she must have bathed in. It always happened when we met and unlike most boys my age I didn’t resist or squirm to get away, it was fucking great. My brain immediately snapped back to yesterday, when I had the first real contact with proper boobs.

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When love happens

EPISODE 1

*Jane’s New Job*

Jane stood in front of the Gigantic building, deciding if to go in or not. When she got the mail yesterday requiring she comes to High Waters Interiors to be interviewed for the position of a personal assistant, she was elated. She has heard so much about the company and their reputation for making quality interior designs and decorations.

So when she saw the job opening for a personal assistant position she jumped at it even though she really didn’t have the experience needed for the job. She told herself all she needed was to tweak her resume to match the requirements needed and convince whoever was going to interview her that she could deliver; after all she was a smart girl.

Standing before the building in reality, she is begining to doubt if coming here was a smart idea. The building and everything about it looks so intimidating and terrifying. But not as terrifying as the thought of packing up and going back to her home town in Enugu state where all her folks lived, folks who warned and tried everything possible to dissuade her from coming to the city.

She was running low on cash and needs stable source of income if not she might end up on the street begging for food, or go back home. The thought of that made her cringe and quicken her steps as she walked into the building.

The interior looked even better than she imagined, it was picturesque yet simple, it bustled with activity as workers were resuming for the day and getting started for the new week. She walked up to the receptionist a beautiful lady in her mid thirties, she was typing on the computer in front of her.

“Hi my name is Jane I’m here for an interview, for the position of the personal assistant to the manager”.

The pretty lady smiled and replied “hello Jane, welcome to High Waters, Vivian will be with you shortly. Meanwhile she requested you wait in her office,The second door by your left”.

Jane thanked her and went in the direction she was given. The office was spacious with a big mahogany table in the middle and two executive chairs on each opposite end of the table, two sofas by the side of the wall. The opposite end of the office had a glass wall which gave an ample view of the beach. Jane was beginning to look forward to working here. She has always loved going to the beach. she took a seat on one of the sofas.

She wasn’t sitted for long when a beautiful middle aged woman walked into the office, putting on a gray jacket with a black jean trousers and a heel strapped sandals, she was carrying a Louis Vuitton handbag. Everything about her spoke class including the way she walked.

“Good morning, you must be Jane” she said as she walked towards the large mahogany desk and put down her handbag.

“Yes good morning, nice meeting you ma” Jane greeted as she stood up.

“Oh please call me Vivian, do have a sit. Sorry for keeping you waiting, the traffic on my route this morning was hectic. As you know you’re required to start immediately my schedule these days is always choked up and I’m in dire need of an assistant. I hope you are competent like you stated in your resume?”

Jane didn’t know she would be starting immediately, infact she thought she was coming for an interview.

“Yes ma, sorry Vivian, I’m equal to the task and if there iso]o0 anything I don’t understand I’m a fast learner I will pick up”

Jane replied nervously trying her best to look confident even if this is actually her first real job after graduation from the University, aside her one year National Youth Service where she served as an English teacher in a secondary school and helping her elder sister manage the affairs of her tiny shop where she sold baby wears, if this even counts as a real job.

This would be her first real job and she wasn’t about let her lack of experience make her lose the job. Vivian must have been convinced because the next thing she said made Jane leap for joy.

“Alright you got the job and that’s because I don’t have much time to interview other candidates but bear it in mind, the minute you fail to deliver I won’t hesitate to fire your ass” She said meaning every word of it.

This scared Jane and almost made walk away from the job but then she remembered how broke she was and decided against the idea, she was determined more than ever to make it in this big city of Lagos and if doing her best to deliver at this job is one of the ways to achieve this goal, then she would. So she squared her shoulder, put on her confident look and said “what do you need to be done?”

This statement made Vivian smile and replied “let’s start with you organizing my calendar, it’s so clustered, I have different meetings and events scheduled for same day and time, so reorganize them and keep me abreast with the changes, I have a meeting with the board of directors in ten minutes you would have to come with me and take notes”.

With that said, Vivian handed Jane a dairy containing all her schedule for the month. Jane delved into work with so much enthusiasm.

By midday Jane was worn-out from organizing calendar, taking down notes for meetings, going to get coffee and following Vivian’s every move so she doesn’t miss any important detail that needs being taken note of.

She never knew being a personal assistant could be so tasking, but the salary was worth every stress. Now she was on her way to get lunch for Vivian and herself, she took the elevator to the cafeteria which was on the first floor of the building. Vivian requested she get her jollof rice and plantain while she was getting spaghetti and grilled fish with a cup of smoothie for herself. One of the perks of working here is that she needn’t worry about lunch, the company provides lunch for their staff.

On her way back to Vivian’s office she was holding the bag containing their lunch in one hand, alongside her cup of smoothie, Jane was typing away on her phone, replying messages on her personal WhatsApp which she hadn’t been able to reply since she began working. The door to the elevator opened, Jane stepped out, still engrossed in her phone.

She didn’t notice when she bumped into something hard and before she could realize it she had spilled her smoothie contents. When she looked up to see the obstruction it was actually a human not a rock like she thought.

Not just any human but a good looking one, he was tall, slim, muscular and dark skinned. He had the type of eyes that stopped you dead in your tracks. His eyes made her weak at the knees.

He wore a black jean trouser, a designer plaid shirt with it’s sleeves rolled up, which was now ruined with the contents of her smoothie.

“I am so so sorry, it wasn’t intentional” Jane pleaded with a shaky voice. The stranger said nothing he looked at the damage she had caused on his shirt and looked back at her.

“Of course it wasn’t intentional, this could have been avoided if you had just taken a minute to look away from your phone and watched your step”

Not until he mentioned her phone before she realized it was no longer in her hands, then she saw it on the floor. Quickly she picked it up, luckily for her it wasn’t damaged. But his beautiful sneakers were not spared from the contents of her smoothie.

“Sir I’m truly sorry, please forgive me” she said this with tears in her eyes, what was she thinking? Walking and typing on her phone at the same time, ‘what a way to make an impression on your first day at work Jane’. She reprimanded herself.

“How am I supposed to go for my meeting looking like this?” He asked drawing her attention back to his soiled shirt.

“Sir it’s not that bad it can be fixed” she said thinking of ways she can fix this, honestly speaking the shirt does look really bad no scratch that, it actually looks horrible.

“Really, and just how do you intend to fix this?” He asked waiting for her response.

Jane has never felt so foolish and confused all her life, how on Earth is she going to fix this? Very soon Vivian would coming looking for her as she has been gone for too long.

“Sir please I’m sorry I..”

“you keep saying you are sorry like that is supposed to fix my shirt.”

”I can….”

”What’s your name and what department do you work?”

Oh no, should he know her department, he would report her to Vivian and this could get her fired, what if he was the boss? Then he would fire her himself. This made tears roll down her eyes.

“Sir please this is my first day at work, please don’t get me fired, I promise I will replace your shirt but please don’t get me fired I beg you”.

Her pleas must have touched the stranger because he kept quiet and gave her a dead stare before storming off to the elevator, got in and didn’t say another word to her.

Jane stood there, she was still in shock, when she heard a voice behind her.

“Hey are you ok?” She turned to see a girl who looked like she was in her twenties walking towards her.

“I’m fine thank you”

“Are you sure? You look like you have been crying”

“I’m ok thanks for asking, I have to be on my way” with that Jane hurried to Vivian’s office to deliever her lunch. Luckily for her, Vivian was still on the phone with her husband, so her absence wasn’t felt.

The rest of the day went in a blur, she couldn’t seem to take her mind off the smoothie incidence and kept wondering if the stranger would come bursting through the door to have her fired.

By the end of the day, she wished nothing more than to go to her tiny apartment, have a cold shower and crawl under her blanket and have a good sound sleep.

As Jane went to bed that night, for the first time in a long while she really felt grateful to God, and thanked him for helping her get a job and not getting fired. At least not yet.
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