Jide slowly walked towards the houses she had told him about. One of the doors was ajar, and he could see her face in the semi-darkness behind it. Jide approached the door and she quickly opened it up, backing away to let him enter the living room.
He closed the door behind him and turned to face her. She was smiling at him nervously and a look on her face that said she couldn’t believe they were doing this. She looked so beautiful, he thought, so shy. He couldn’t believe she was going to let him do this either. She was only 19, and still had a few weeks left before leaving school. He was a full ten years older than she was. Jide scanned down her short frame slowly. He wasn’t usually able to do this – with the other parents around he could only sneak glances – but now he could drink her in properly. Her slim but curvy body was accented with a black top that clung tightly to her breasts and stomach.
Below this, she wore a little green skirt made of a cotton fabric that flared out a few inches away from her smooth legs. It can’t have been more than a foot from waistband to hem, and the way it hung only made it look shorter.
It was perfect for what they had in mind.
“Hi Onyi,” he said, with a huge grin on his face.
“Hey,” she replied, beaming sexily.
Here they were at last. Together. Alone. And, after today’s WhatsApp chat, horny as fuck.
They kissed briefly, like old lovers, and then made some small talk about the messy state of the room. Onyi and her mum were still in the process of moving in. Every surface was covered with unopened bags. There were chairs, but it wouldn’t be possible to sit down.
“So, shall we go upstairs?” she asked, smiling naughtily. Jide smiled back and raised his eyebrows, and watched her start to ascend.
He followed Onyi up the stairs a couple of feet behind, so he could look up her skirt. She looked back at him.
“Are you walking behind me so you can look at my ass?” she asked, jokingly.
“Yes,” admitted Jide.
“Oh,” said Onyi casually, and she carried on walking up the stairs – more deliberately now, so he could enjoy the view.
The stiffness of the material prevented the skirt from draping, so the back stuck out behind her at an angle. From where Jide was, he could see right up it. He tracked his eyes up her thighs to her bouncy ass, which was half-exposed to his view. It was a thing of beauty – smooth and perfectly shaped.
In between her butt cheeks, he could see the thin trace of a black G-string. His eyes followed it downwards to where it disappeared into a diamond-shaped gap between her upper thighs. As she climbed, her thighs would separate for a few moments at a time, opening the gap and giving him brief tempting glimpses.
He saw the material widen out, barely covering her pussy. He could just about make out the outer edges of her pussy lips, and then her legs would come together again, hiding them from him.
Jide had a hard semi already. He had fantasized about seeing up Onyi’s skirt ever since he first met her – it was the smallest part of his fantasies about her, but now it was happening. She was letting it happen; allowing him to see her flimsy G-string beneath. There was no question that he was going to be taking her virginity tonight. Just the thought made his dick ooze a few drops into his boxer shorts.
But they had been wet with anticipation all day anyway.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Onyi took Jide’s hand and led him into her room. The lighting was subdued. A large bed sat under the window, decked in black cotton sheets. A computer desk sat to the side of the bed, and various boxes lay scattered around the floor. This would do fine. Except:
“There are no curtains,” noticed Jide, “we don’t want anyone seeing us.”
Jide’s wife didn’t know he was here, of course; she had gone to bed, leaving him downstairs smoking. He often stayed up a few hours later than her, thinking, listening to music, watching TV. He didn’t usually walk into town to deflower young ladies though.
Onyi found a spare sheet and Jide hung it carefully on the curtain rail to afford them the privacy they were going to need for what was coming.
“I brought some wine,” Jide said, producing a bottle. Onyi found cups and he poured them half a glass each.
“Cheers,” he said, and they chinked glasses with a giggle.
Jide turned to the computer desk and connected his phone to the speakers, so they could have some background music. He noticed her phone and smiled to himself. He watched her masturbate for him from that phone. She told him she loved him with that phone.
He turned around again. Now that everything was set up, he could take his new girlfriend in properly.
Onyi was sitting in her little outfit on the edge of the bed, her skirt flattened on her lap, with lovely smooth silky legs poking out and her bare feet hardly touching the floor. Her knees were slightly apart and her thighs were lightly pressed together as they disappeared under her skirt.
She looked absolutely good enough to eat. He gazed back at her face and she was smiling a little too much, slightly nervous. She looked so young, so innocent, and so beautiful. Most of the boys in her neighborhood wanted her, but she had rejected them all and chosen to give him her most prized possession: her virginity. It was, in anyone’s book, a great honor.
His mouth suddenly felt dry. He swallowed and sat down on the bed next to her, never taking his eyes from hers.
Jide took her hand in his hand and leaned in to kiss her. It was brief but electric. He shuffled closer to her, releasing her hand, and putting one arm snugly around her back. Then he gently placed his other hand just above her knee. They leaned into each other, closed their eyes, and kissed more deeply. Jide loved the way Onyi’s lips felt – they were huge and soft and wet, and enveloped his whole mouth.
He had kissed her like this once before. He had gone out in the day a week earlier and secretly met her for a picnic; they had their first kiss then. In fact, he ended up on top of her, grinding her through her shorts, and she had been kissing him aggressively in return. Her kissing now was more gentle and passionate. Her tongue was less probing and more relaxed, and she allowed him to tongue her back tenderly. Months of yearning were finding their first tender expression.
Jide became hard quickly, and his dick automatically slid upwards inside his trousers, lubricated by the wetness he had been experiencing all day. As they carried on kissing, Jide slowly slid his hand from Onyi’s knee to the upper surface of her thigh. She started kissing him more insistently. This was the first step, and they both knew it.
Jide started inching his hand upwards. Her leg felt amazing – warm and smooth and perfect. He got harder and harder the further his hand moved, the closer it got to her pussy. He wanted to touch it so badly. He had fantasized about this for so long; it would be the first time she would ever be touched there by a man, and he was hoping that she would be extremely wet for him.
Their mouths pressed harder into each other and their tongues became more solid; their movement more rapid and insistent. The ice had been broken and they were both enjoying this moment; they both moaned with desire, and with the unspoken promise of what was to come.
Jide slid his hand an inch further up Onyi’s leg, and moved it inwards so he could touch her delicate inner thigh with his fingertips. Onyi gave a high but quiet moan, and instinctively moved her knees apart a few more inches, so he could have access. As Jide stroked her sensitive skin, he imagined her pussy getting wetter under her skirt. She knew where his hand was headed, and he knew she wanted him to touch her there, to take her innocence. Tonight, she was giving herself to him completely.
Still, they kissed, constantly, as if this might be the only chance they would ever get. Onyi stroked Jide’s stomach through his T-shirt as they kissed, while his hand continued its slow and deliberate journey up her virgin thigh.
His hand touched the hem of her skirt. A milestone: the last line of defense before her panties. It offered no barrier; he crept his fingertips slowly underneath the loose skirt, and the material slid easily over them. There was no resistance. He enjoyed the situation as he slowly pushed his hand further up her skirt. So many times he had sat next to her, in her uniform, and chatted to her politely as he wondered what she would do if he just slid his hand under her school skirt and started touching her there.
Onyi shuffled slightly on the bed, moving her knees further apart and fully separating her thighs. He could feel her warmth on his fingers now, a damp heat emanating from between her legs. He continued sliding upwards.
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