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Still in curiosity, Gloria had read many publications, including Google searches, on sex. Most of them were graphic, enlightening and explicit.

They were enough for her to understand how a hard cock and a wet pussy were a perfect match; but they remained theoretical postulations. She had not fully had the practical aspect.

The best she had gone was with Rose or with herself. Rose had told Gloria how she graduated from different size objects like her fingers, to a small candle; and then to a bigger one like cucumber. How explicit!

Gloria was brought back to reality with the door of the sitting-room opening. Her mother stepped inside the sitting-room with her small bag.

“Welcome, mummy,” Gloria said and stood up to welcome her.

“How was today?” Titi asked her daughter.

The latter shrugged. “Fine, except the boredom.”

Titi could understand. Anytime there was no electricity supply, Gloria always complained of boredom.

Gloria allowed her mother to relax a bit before she asked if she would like to take her supper.

“Oh, no. I’m okay for today,” Titi answered. As luck would have it, the shouts of ‘Up NEPA’ soon rented the air in the neighborhood as electricity was restored.

Gloria switched on the television to watch her favorite soap opera. Before they slept that night, Titi broached on the matter that had been nagging at her mind. She reduced the volume of the television to the barest so that Gloria would be less distracted.

The subject was sex. Gloria listened to what her mother had to say. They were the usual words that admonished Gloria to maintain her virginity and not to allow herself to be ‘messed up’ by any man.

“Men are unreliable,” Titi went on. “In fact, I can say that they are useless. The only thing they know is sex. Once they have had their way, they will throw you away like sucked oranges. Just face your studies for now. Men are not to be trusted.”

Gloria listened in rapt attention to all her mother had to say. She had done the least she could do which was to listen to her.

* * *

At her parents’ home in Ojodu, Rose finished dressing up, picked her bag and left her room. She had a room to herself in the three-bedroom apartment, while her only sibling also had a room to himself.

It was about ten in the morning. Their parents had gone to work. Rose went to the sitting-room where she met Emma watching movies on the television.

“I’m going out to see a friend,” Rose told him.

Emma grunted in reply. She went out of the house to the main road. She took a tricycle to Ojota bus stop. Her destination was Ikeja where she wanted to meet Lucky, one of her lovers.

It was through a friend that she had met him. Lucky was a good looking guy that had some money to throw around. He said he was into some kind of business.

Rose suspected he might be one of those referred to as ‘Yahoo guys’, but that did not bother her in the least.


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She sat upright on the chair but still thought of Rose. She had come to like looking at Rose's pussy. Rose was a pretty twenty years old that had a nice purple-like cunt.

She was a room-mate, a course mate and a friend.

Gloria suddenly felt a craving to caress those vulvas of hers. It was Rose's idea to touch each other's clit after they had stroked each other’s boobs. Gloria soon realized that she loved sucking and biting Rose's hard brown nipples while she stoked her to one orgasm after another.

Gradually, the stroking and handling led to pussy licking and deep kissing. But Gloria always cautioned her about the pussy-licking. She wanted the virginity to remain intact.

Despite all the pleasure Gloria enjoyed from the taste and smell of Rose's cunt and her fingers caressing her vagina, she had a strong desire to feel and taste a real, man’s hard cock.

Gloria had never seen one except erotic videos and magazines, which Rose showed her. She and Rose had delighted themselves by ogling at the big muscles and hard cocks. Gloria was certainly fond of the pictures of the nude women who had sperm spewed all over their faces.

Again, it was Rose's idea to give all the pricks in the magazine a name. The names ranged from Jack to Biggie, Smallie, Fancy and Curvy. Of course, the names were based on their sizes and shapes.

Gloria sometimes wondered how those big cocks could penetrate and fit in a pussy. In the real sense, she didn’t have to wonder for long. If a baby could come out from there, surely the penetration of a cock would be a child’s play.

And then, Rose also taught her about the use of lubrication, and how this helped a lot in coital and even anal sex.

Still in curiosity, Gloria had read many publications, including Google searches, on sex. Most of them were graphic, enlightening and explicit. They were enough for her to understand how a hard cock and a wet pussy were a perfect match; but they remained theoretical postulations.

She had not fully had the practical aspect. The best she had gone was with Rose or with herself. Rose had told Gloria how she graduated from different size objects like her fingers, to a small candle; and then to a bigger one like cucumber. How explicit!

My heart started beating fast. Was she angling for a repeat of yesterday’s action so soon? “I don’t know yet. I may decide to go to club.”

“What club, and where is it?”

“Cozy Club. It’s at Palm Groove.”

“Can I join you there? What time will you be there?”

I paused slightly. “I should be there by six o’clock.” I went on to give her the address. “Of course, you’re welcome to join me there.”

“I’ll be there. See you.”

I whistled softly to myself after she had disconnected the line. After the day’s hard work, I believed that a man must have moments to cool off.

Everything should not just be work, work, and work. At the close of work, I told Favour she could only get a ‘lift’ up to Palm Grove as I would be going to the club.

“Can’t I follow you?” she asked.

Follow me? No, my dear. You will damn spoil the whole ‘show.’ “That will have to be another time,” I said.

By few minutes after 6.00 pm, I was at the club in Palm Groove. As if on cue, a couple of minutes later, Bimpe came around.

She wore an attractive top on a mini skirt. She really looked sexy. For a mother of a seven-year old girl, Bimpe was gorgeous and attractive.

“Hello, Akin, darling,” she greeted.

“Hello, baby.”

She gave me a peck. “Did I keep you waiting?”

“Oh no. I came in just a couple of minutes ago.”

I ordered for two plates of pepper soup.
“What drinks will you like to have?”

“Wine should be okay. Fruit wine.”

I ordered for apple wine. As I took the peppery delicacies, I sipped the wine intermittently. My guest was seated across the table. She chatted excitedly about how she had found peace leaving her husband.

She had already filed for divorce and she hoped that would seal the whole matter. I nodded from time to time. I could barely keep pace with what she was saying.

Besides, it was my habit not to talk much while eating or drinking.

Across the large room, the big screen was showing some musical videos.

Some crazily dressed exuberant guys, with frenzy, half-clad ladies, were twerking their bodies and gyrating in what they called dance.

Well, I was not a music fan. If I should be a music fan, my choice would certainly not be this very genre. I would rather put his interests in other ephemeral things such as lusting after a beautiful lady like Bimpe.

“You’ve been so quiet,” Bimpe observed, staring at me.

“Hmn? Sorry, you were the one making the point.”

“But, you’ve not been saying anything.”

I gave her a warm smile. “That’s because I’ve been keenly listening to you.”

“What d’you say to my decision?”


I blinked rapidly. “On your husband?” I shrugged. “Well, if you believe that’s the best, go ahead.”

“It is the best,” she said quickly. “Marriage is meant to be enjoyed, not endured.”

I nodded without saying a word. The truth was what she accused her husband of doing was what I indulged in doing. I imagined if Funmi was the one brandishing divorce before my face.

How would I feel if Funmi said she wanted out? How would I take it? Inwardly, I shrugged. If she did that, it would not be the end of the world.

“But, I’m glad we’re back,” she said, holding my hand. The sex was good, so I was glad too.

“You won’t believe it. I’ve been so happy to be back in relationship with you.”

I grinned. “That’s good. The feeling is mutual.”

“Oh, you are such a darling,” she gushed and leaned over to give me a peck on the right cheek. Few eyes turned to briefly stare at us, but they soon minded their own business. I winked at her.

“I thought you would turn the other cheek,” she said jokingly.

“We were taught not to do so,” I returned in the same tone.


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Interesting.

Interesting episode.