[Story ] The Repentant Virgin …Part 1
Until late 2009, I was still a virgin. I used to
think it was cool to be
a virgin (talk about my religious upbringing)
until I realized
everybody around me was growing up and
losing their innocence, leaving me behind.
My story started several years ago, when I
was still 10 years old.
At that tender age, everything I knew about
sex was from tiny bits
of information from much older boys, and preaching from elders
and religious leaders that sex is evil and we
should keep away
from it.
Trust children, they only succeeded in
making us very
curious. We were living in a storey building of four flats then in the
suburbs of one of Nigeria’s fastest cities. Each
family lived in a
flat.
My family occupied the flat upstairs on
the left, adjacent to
the landlady’s flat. The family living directly below us downstairs
had a girl called Tola, who was almost my age.
We have
something in common; while I was the last
born of my parents,
she was also the last born of her parents.
There were many
children and young people in the house then as
all the four
families in the compound had kids. We usually
played together in
the compound. She was a pretty girl. Now I could remember that
she was fair in complexion.
She had dimpled
cheeks and long hair
which her parents made into ponytails. She
was my best-friend.
Sometimes, Tola and I would lock ourselves in a room and play
doctor and patient. I would be the doctor and
she would be the
patient.
She would off her clothes and lay on
the bed, then I would
examine her. I could see the two tiny pink buds that would later
blossom into unmentionables. Then I would see
that narrow canal
in between her legs with that little protrusion
which would later be
that wet, come-dripping, juicy pleasure filled well, called p—sy
(the protrusion is the cl–t).
Then we would
change position. She
would become doctor and I would become
patient. I would remove
my clothes and lie on the bed. Then she would examine my body,
including that tiny, pointed stick that would
later become the
ultimate instrument of pleasure, the d—-k.
Actually that was my
first close examination of a p—sy. It was a child’s p—sy and it
was tiny. In our innocence, we would play on
without
understanding the functions of those organs
we were playing with.
Well, somebody soon taught me what the p—- sy was.
WATCH OUT FOR PART 2
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