She flew to Lagos on Friday morning, and I knew I wouldn’t see her until Sunday evening. She didn’t call and I couldn’t sleep because I was worried. I was afraid something bad had happened. I feared that Kitan and Efe were divorced and that Kitan was now a Lagos big boy. I also feared Eniola and Kitan having an affair.
I was extremely anxious when I went to pick Eniola from the airport on Sunday. I was worried about what terrible news I might hear. Was she back with Kitan? Was our relationship over? I was mentally prepared for the worst.
Eniola ran up to me with a big smile on her face. She jumped up, wrapped her legs around my waist, and loudly announced, “Yes, I’ll marry you!” for everyone to hear.
“Please take me home before I get too excited!” Some people nearby laughed and cheered. I got really turned on, and when she got off me and felt it, she pointed to my bulging pants and said loudly, “See? He loves me, too!” Many people laughed and I could hear people chuckling all the way to baggage claim.
Eniola was very turned on in public, and she was touching me all over as we waited for her bags. Once we got to the car, she couldn’t wait. We had sex on the front seat of the car in the parking lot. Even though her flatmate was back, we had sex in her room most of the night. Neither of us made it to work on time the next morning.
It was the first time she let me stay over when someone else knew about it, and I saw it as a good sign for our future together. I didn’t know what had happened at the reunion, but it had excited Eniola and made her decide to marry me.
Later, she told me how much she enjoyed the reunion. Kitan and Efe didn’t arrive until the banquet on Saturday night, and Efe was drunk. Apparently, the guys kept giving her drinks and she really lost control and fooled around with the guys which pissed off Kitan. She seemed overly excited about it but I waved off the thought.
Two months after our wedding, we started having children. Eniola couldn’t attend her tenth year high school reunion this time because she was pregnant. On the day of the reunion, I found her looking at her yearbook and she seemed a bit sad. I kissed her and asked if she wished she could have gone to the reunion.
She nodded. “A little! I was just thinking about those days! It doesn’t seem like it’s been ten years already.” She pointed to her swollen belly. “Back then I was really scared I’d end up like this!”
“Well, you’ve been getting a lot of action. That’s what happens when you do, right?” I joked. “And I remember you enjoyed it!”
Eniola smiled and said, “I was so young and inexperienced in high school!” She offered to let me read parts of her diary, and I nodded eagerly. Anne then got her journal and sat next to me on the bed.
Eniola gave me her diary and asked me to read a page written in her personal shorthand. She believed I could understand it. The writing said, “May 25. I kissed K. K hands to my waist. Squeezed through clothes. First! 5 minutes! Good feeling. I groan, turn away. Stain on pants. I’m embarrassed! A sniffed, sweet! I kissed K, ran crazy. Funny feeling, but excited!”
Eniola had overestimated my ability to understand her diary. She said, “This is like some sort of secret code! You’ll have to read it for me.”
Eniola smiled. She leaned against me and read aloud, “May 25. Kitan kissed me. I put his hands on my breasts and he squeezed them through my clothes. First time ever! For five minutes! It felt good, and my pussy began to feel warm. Kitan groaned and turned away. The front of his pants was stained. He was embarrassed. I could smell something strong and sweet! He kissed me and ran away. I felt funny but excited.”
Eniola’s eyes lit up with excitement as she stared into space. After a few moments, she said, “That happened just after I turned eighteen. It was the first time I let someone touch my breasts! I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep!” She leaned over and flipped through several pages of her diary. Then she paused and said, “Here’s where things went a little further.”
Eniola read, “June 8. Kitan touched my back and kissed me. I took off my clothes and showed him how to unhook my bra. He asked if he could touch me and I said yes. We kissed and he rubbed against me. Then he groaned and I felt wet on my leg. His pants were wet again and there was a wet spot on my skirt.”
“Kitan wasn’t very experienced, was he?” I asked.
“We were both beginners. Inexperienced virgins! He’d never done this before, either! It made everything we did special!”
“So how far did you go before . . . before the problem?” I asked.
“Hmm!! You want to know everything . . . okay, I’d tell you.”
Eniola turned several pages, then stopped. On July 4th, I let Kitan touch my pussy through my underwear. He had my top up and was kissing my breasts. I think I had an orgasm! It felt wonderful! I really wanted to feel his erection against me. I was scared. I touched his erection through his pants until he groaned and made his pants wet.
I commented that he was doing well, and Eniola hit me in the arm. “Did you ever let him touch you? Did you ever touch him? Did he ever see you naked? Did you…..”
“This man, you sha want to know everything. I’ll tell you all about it.”
Eniola turned the page and began to read. “Here it is. We went swimming in his house. His parents had traveled, and he was home alone on August 10. We undressed and went into the pool. The water was cool.” Eniola closed her diary. “I remember what happened next like it was yesterday.”
Eniola closed her eyes. It was the only time we were ever naked together. We were both afraid we wouldn’t be able to stop, but we kissed anyway. Only our heads were above the water. Then we hugged, and I felt my nipples press against his bare chest. His penis was upright between us.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and I could feel his penis poking against me between my legs. I really wanted to feel him inside me! I started rocking my hips forward and back, and his penis slipped down so that I could feel it pressing all along my pussy.
I couldn’t stand it! I moved my hips forward and back, and this made his penis rub against me. I screamed as my orgasm hit me, and I tried to twist so that he would go inside me. Then he screamed, too! I felt bursts of warmth hitting my thighs. Then we kissed and held each other as we both calmed down. I looked down and there was a white, thick stuff between my legs.
Eniola looked at me, then shut her eyes again. She said, “We were so scared! I was worried if I could get pregnant even though we didn’t fully have sex. And what about those sperm? Could one of them get inside me and make a baby?”
Eniola stopped talking for a moment. Then, she looked at me and said, “We were waiting and wishing that my period would start. It finally did, two days after he slept with Efe and I broke up with him. That’s when I understood that he didn’t truly care about me. All he was interested in was my body. Instead of waiting for me, he went to Efe.”
Eniola looked uneasy and took a moment to gather her thoughts. She said, “I’m relieved he was in the football team. If he had been in the basketball team, he might have been involved in a group encounter with Anjola, another cheerleader. I’m not sure how Anjola managed to keep that gist from spreading, but she boasted about being with all of them in one afternoon after they won the state championship.
It happened right there in the locker room – everyone, even the coach. And he was as old as her parents!” After a brief pause, Eniola added, “You know, it’s strange. Efe was labeled as a cheerful giver, but I never heard of her being involved with anyone besides Kitan.
On the other hand, Anjola who was intimate with over a dozen different guys never seemed to have a bad reputation. Strange, right?” I nodded in agreement with Eniola. It reminded me of similar situations from my own high school days where reputations, whether deserved or not, tended to stick to people.
Written by Sixtie 9ine
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