“…That night was the most restless night of life yet.
After preparing indomie for Damzy and she finished eating. We couldn’t talk for long because she was weak already.
It would also be insensitive of me to start asking her questions about Jeff. If anything at all, it should be what would take her mind away from Jeff.
I suggested that we play ludo or whot but she wasn’t in the mood.
I suggested that we watch Game of Thrones on my phone. She was okay with the idea.
I kept my phone at the edge of the bed and we started watching the movie. We both lay on our bellies and supported our chest with the pillows to get a perfect posture.
In that position, the mound behind her was to conspicuous, with her gown trying to create a demarcation between the two partitions, thereby giving a feel of it’s soft texture from the silk material.
As a virgin, I didn’t really know how to proceed in this kind of situation.
A thousand thoughts were competing for space in my head, while the thing between my legs was unnecessarily puncturing the bed.
I didn’t want to do anything that would ruin the night for me.
With my left arm, I slowly touched her shoulder. She didn’t make any movement. So I gradually took my arms a bit further, then a bit further, then a bit further again.
Gradually, my arms crossed her back, and I remained that way for the next 15 minutes, not knowing which step to take next.
I later summoned courage to take the hand down towards the mounds. As my hand traveled like a snail towards the mounds there over the next 5 minutes, my face remained unchanged like nothing was happening.
I finally placed my hand on that mound. What in the world is this softness 🙆🏾♂️.
It was at that point that evil spirits tempted me to grab it and I did. Then Damzy shaked her body and removed my hand, putting them on my own laps that now felt like iron compared to the soft region it was removed from.
Now I have to start my journey afresh. It took me nearly 30 minutes to get to that point. What in this world is this frustration?
The journey kicked off again, this time around, from her hair. By the time I arrived my destination, Damzy turned and said she was tired of the movie.
I suggested that we sleep and opened my arms so we can cuddle while she slept.
Surprisingly, she agreed, it wasn’t upto 5 minutes that I got into that heavenly position with one of my laps in-between Damzy’s laps, making it possible for me to feel the warmth from the National Headquarters, and for the little man between my legs to puncture her laps instead of the innocent bed, while one of my arms was now rubbing the mound freely and the other carrying all her weight and making the sacrifices, then my village people struck.
NEPA carry light!
I pretended that it was nothing but few minutes later, we were sweating and Damzy disentangled herself, saying that she’s sweating and went to the edge of the bed.
The separated Paul from Barnabas the same way Moses parted the red Sea. In that situation, I wouldn’t mind trading my school fees for light to be restored.
I cursed and abused NEPA in my mind.
I was awake till around 1am when the light was restored. I wanted to go close to Damzy but she told me to shift that she wants to sleep.
I was awake until morning when she woke up, took her bath and thanked me for hosting her. What else could I say? You’re welcome nau.
I took my own bath and prepared. We would enter school the Same time. I had 8:00am lectures.
As we were about to leave the room, Amaka called me that she was waiting for me at the gate so we could go to lectures together.
I was caught in another dilemma. How will I meet Amaka with Damzy? What will I do now?
Let’s find out in the next episode
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