Memoirs Of A Repentant Virgin

Episode 18

Towards the ending of my third year, I had met a guy that would eventually be one of my best friends ever.

His name is Kola. I met him through my friend Johnson who was from his department. The most interesting thing about Kola was his carefree attitude about life. He was a happy-go-lucky fellow that seemed to never have any worries. In my entire life, I had only seen Kola sad twice and I will still tell you about those moments. His attitude paid off for him because he was always lucky, either with his education, money or women. When I met him, he had one of the highest CGPAs in the school and was on his way to getting a first class. He was never short of money and he had a steady girlfriend, whom he changed over the holiday. He was also intellectual and witty, and we always had a lot of crazy stuff to talk about. Later, it started dawning on me why he was like that. He was the only child of his parents. His father was an international airline pilot and his mother was a doctor working with an international health organization. His parents were often not around but they always made cash available. Fortunately, his house was close to the school. I later found out that we were actually distant cousins and that endeared his parents to me. I could go to his house anytime I wanted.
At that time I was no more a nice guy, but I still behaved like one. All my girlfriends were in other schools. I avoided dating any girl from my school.

Kola’s house was always available on weekends whenever I needed to shag. And there was still Seun, who was like my official girlfriend, although we only saw each other at home. At the end of the semester, Kola threw a party at his house. One other thing Kola was good at was throwing parties and this time around, I was there to help out. I invited Amaka to the party. She also brought her friends. Fortunately there were more girls than boys in the party, so I had Amaka all to myself. Immediately I set my eyes on her, I knew I was going to bleep her that night. I just couldn’t imagine the day ending in any other way. She wore a tight top with tiny straps over tight bum-shorts that accentuated her perfectly round butts and I had to gasp for air at the sight. Her make-up was thick; her eyes mascaraed, her lips glowing pink with the lipstick and her hair was heavily tinted. It was as if she was ready for sex. She looked more to me like a porn star than a student. First, we had a free carnival at the poolside, then we moved into the house and partied for the rest of the day. I stayed with Amaka throughout, chatting with her.

She must have appreciated the attention I gave her because she reciprocated by talking dirty although now I realized it must have been the effect of the alcohol. There was an abundance of snacks and drinks. Amaka did not dance; she kept herself busy with the bottles of red wine while I whispered sweet obscenities into her ears. I was alarmed at the rate at which she drank. I couldn’t caution her as I was getting drunk myself. As the day wore on, we got drunk and talked dirtier. She started talking about how it would feel to bleep me. I thought about her frivolous lifestyle, her reputation with the guys and how sexually experienced she would be. My desire to bleep her grew. I whispered into her ear.

“Would you like to walk around the house?”
She nodded. Instead, I led her into Kola’s bedroom. She didn’t even notice. She was still chatting even in the room when I told her I wanted to make love to her. She laughed with squinting eyes and said I was joking, that it was because I was drunk. I said yes, but she was drunk too. We both started laughing. Then I kissed her. The fire of passion ignited instantly.

Her eyes were bright and happy, as if she had finally found something she had been looking for. My two hands reached behind her and unhooked her bra, setting free those twin huge oranges. The b0s0ms were big and succulent. I wasted no time in squeezing them softly while she m0aned in pleasure. The nips were thick and taut; an indication that she was aroused. The nips delighted me. I let my fingertips roam over them while I kissed her. Then I set my mouth on one of the nips, teasing the rosy tip with my tongue while I caressed the other tit. She let out a deep, wild groan as if she was losing control of herself. She slid a hand inside my trousers and grabbed my engorged instrument. I sighed as a wave of pleasure surged through me. Then she went down and helped remove my trousers and boxers. I let out a gasp as my rock-hard dk fell into her hands. She sighed with pleasure at the sight and didn’t hesitate to work on me; first with her fingers, then with her mouth. I felt my dk sliding into her mouth like a hot knife slicing through butter. OMG! That was crazy.

I felt I had died and gone to heaven. She had a piercing on her tongue and she had a silver ring there that continuously caressed my dik and created a very pleasant feeling. I almost climaxed and released in her mouth. I had to push her head away gently when she would not let go. She seemed to have gone crazy. I looked into her eyes; she looked hungry and wild.
“Please make love to me.” she pleaded, panting breathlessly
I smiled smugly, happy that I was dominating the game.

“Be patient baby, am coming soon.” I said.
I thought in my mind that I was going to give her the bleeping of her life and never again would she take me for a fool. I removed her shorts and p@anties carefully, then I proceeded to caress her inner thighs gently, letting her soak in the pleasure. I wanted to torture her with the pleasure, delaying my entrance. I wanted her to scream for me. I could feel her body shaking with spasms and I wondered why her response would be that intense if she was so experienced. As I moved my hand to dip my fingers inside her juice hole, she touched me.

“Please.” I heard her. But there was an emotional tenderness in her voice that disturbed me. I looked into her eyes and realized she was crying silently. Tears flowed freely down her pretty face and suddenly she looked innocent.
“Please be gentle baby. I love you baby.” She said tenderly
I put my finger in her juice hole and was surprised to encounter the soft barrier, associated with juice holes that have never received J0yst!cks. I was shocked. She was a virgin; pure and untouched despite all her liaisons with men, she had kept her virginity only to give it freely to me. Suddenly she was no more Amaka the sexy slut. She was suddenly real to me, as a girl with emotions and passions, as someone who was giving her body to me with the hope that I treasure her in my hands and in my heart. My heart sank because I realized I couldn’t give her what she wanted. She had made a great mistake, she had fallen in love with me but I didn’t even care about her. All I wanted was her body. A little sting of guilt pricked me at that moment and I contemplated whether to do it or not.
Folks, if you were in my shoes, would you do it? Responses needed please.????

To Be continued…