My Virgin Story Episode 11
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🧑💼 My Virgin Story Episode Eleven:
After riding me pleasurably for several minutes, she released my kini from her kitty for a while before resuming. Then I remembered that Rachel was supposed to be a virgin. That kitty was too smooth and too wide to be Rachel’s in reality. A sinking feeling overwhelmed me and I longed to see her face.
“kss me” I m0aned to her.
Hesitantly, she moved to my face and kssed me. Then I saw her eyes. What I saw filled me with horror because it was not my Rachel it was someone else.
“OMG!” I screamed.
It was Rachel’s mother. The mischievous look of pleasure in her eyes sparked up a mixture of horror and anger in me. I sprang up from the bed instantly and woke up from the dream.
I looked around me at the dark room, how come I was having s£x with Rachel’s mother in my dreams? I quickly switched on the light. I felt my kini; it was ramrod stiff. Then I heard footsteps approaching the room. I had an inkling of danger immediately. It seemed there was something metaphysically wrong, as if something fetish was going on. I fixed my gaze on the door; fear of the unknown gripped my heart.
I saw the door open and Bimpe stood there, looking at me like a predator surveying her prey. She had a blanket wrapped around her. She removed the blanket and threw it on the floor, leaving only her panties and bra. on. OMG I don die today oh! After dreaming of having s£x with Rachel’s mother, her sister walks in with the wicked intention of raping me.
I sat up on the bed immediately, with my back against the wall. I was scared, confused and h—y at the same time. My mind kept telling me to flee the danger instantly but my body longed to stay there and experience whatever was going to happen. Then Bimpe quickly bent down and picked her wrapper. The look on her face changed from sensual to serious. My eyes cleared immediately and I realized she did not come with the intention of having s£x with me, she wanted to talk to me and her wrapper had fallen by mistake. I heaved a sigh of relief but felt disappointed underneath.
“Good morning, am sorry to disturb your sleep. I just need someone to talk to.” she said
I nodded “No problem” But I wondered what was so serious that she would walk into a man’s room at that time of the night. She walked in and sat beside me on the bed. Then she told me something that surprised me. She said Rachel was not really a virgin as she claims, that she actually sleeps around and in fact she is a nympho but she is just keeping me as a future guy that she can marry. I didn’t believe Bimpe, I accused her that she is just been jealous. She said she she is jealous but that she is telling the truth. She said every Sunday she used to come home when their parents were not around with one guy from her school called Johnson. I became alarmed and asked her to describe the guy.
The description fit perfectly with my friend Johnson, my roommate. An anger rose in me as I thought about it. So the bastard had been banging my girlfriend while acting like a good friend. But I still didn’t believe Bimpe fully. There was only one way to find out; ask from Johnson and Rachel.
The following morning, Rachel hadn’t woken up before I sneaked out of the house. I went straight to Johnson’s house in Ikeja and asked him about it. He denied it initially but eventually confessed that they started strafing when she came to tell him that I was too slow in banging her that I was dulling her moves. I was so angry that I it him. We had a fight that day that gave me a bloodied nose. Rachel called later in the evening and started crying, trying to apologize. I cut the phone and deleted her phone no. I felt so angry, and betrayed. My Rachel whom I had thought was the purest, most innocent girl in the world was actually a biatch stabbing me in the back. Throughout the week I was miserable. I had to leave Lagos and travel down to my family house in a South-west city.
One New Year’s Day I made a resolution that I would not trust any girl anymore. I would not even have a girlfriend. It’s all over, there is no reason searching for love, trying to stay innocent. What came to my mind was to f—ck the next girl I laid my hands on. I would seek pleasure anywhere I found it and nobody would stop me. But first I had to get rid of this silly virginity.
The following evening I hit the streets. I located the most popular brothel in town. Today I was going to lose my innocence.
TO Be Continued
