My name is Anu and I love men.
No, no! Not in that way you think. Well, maybe in that way you think. I really do not care and have since moved beyond the point of remorse for my actions.
I like to be around men and make them make me feel good. Is that a bad thing now? I love them for what they can do for me, how they can make me feel and how they make fools o f themselves when I tell them it was time to move on. It is at that time they are even more vulnerable.
A man spurned is likely to be more reckless in doing your bidding, than one who knows he has still got your attention; no matter how little of your time you give to him.
Another thing I love men for, they do not mind to share you with another man or men. Yes! They really don’t…especially if they love you. They will still want to have a part of you to themselves, than nothing at all.
Now, let me clarify that. I am not talking of those single guys who are out looking for a lifelong partner. I am talking about guys who know how to have a good time, like to have a fine-assed chic around them while doing it, and those who are married and still want to live their single life.
Those are the fun guys to be with.
If you are wise, you will steer a long way clear of lap dog boys. You know lappy boys, right?
Those are bad news and no good. It will do you well, as a girl with a mission, not to tangle with these set. Sure, they are fine as a freshly fucked vagina. But, apart from to be fucked, be paraded like a trophy at parties and be dumped as quickly as possible, they are totally useless at anything else.
Why do you want to take on that extra load of baggage?
Like it or not, a girl like me exist and we do for the simple reason to make the world easier for everyone to live in.
I grew up under the attention of men – my dad chief of them, my uncles, nephews (older ones than I am), friends(and I had a lot of male friends). I was always told I was beautiful and would grow up into a stunning woman. It was a pretty simple and innocuous thing to say to a young girl, but such things have a way of taking root in the minds of children. So, I grew up knowing I was beautiful and would have men begging for my attention.
I, thus, carried myself as such – Lady of the manor with everything at my beck and call. Being the only child of my parents ensured I was pampered to the point of excessive obsession. I had all I wanted and could get almost everything else I demanded. All the same, I was a sweet girl growing up; I think.
I had good grades and comported myself well. In spite of all the fuss about my beauty, I kept a straight head and was through secondary school with one of the best grades in my set. I didn’t even have a boyfriend. You might find that difficult to believe, but in spite of it all I didn’t. Not because I couldn’t have had a horde of them, but simply because it never crossed my mind.
It was in the university that everything changed.
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I had been quartered in the same room with three other girls. And gradually, these three helped me on my way to being an original VGBG. The school life was introduced to me by them…the real school life. A life filled with parties, drugs, alcohol and sex. It was all very new to me, but it didn’t take me long to take to this new lifestyle like second nature.
I was a fresher and the other three were returning students. From the first day in that hostel it was a rollercoaster of four years that went like a breeze. I was with three of the wildest vixens any young girl could be thrown to. It wasn’t like I put up any good fight myself to resist their gentle inculcation into a lifestyle of utter debauchery.
Thilda was the most senior academic student in the room – she was entering her finals at just 23. A student of theater arts, she was light-complexioned and tall. Very pretty and assertive; she was the de facto leader. She had links, by virtue of her course, to contacts in the local movie industry. She also fancied herself as a young and upcoming actress that was going to take the movie world by storm. She arranged parties and allots the escort pairings.
Omoh was next to her in the hierarchy. She was a literature student and at 26 was the oldest in the room. She was the epitome of what you would readily call a slut. She would fuck a cow for the right money. She left school in style, with the legend among the girls, that she fucked the VC to be given a passable grade so she could graduate. That was not true though. According to her, she only “performed the best fellatio the old goat’s dick had ever had”-That girl was mad….and got a mind and mouth that would rival the septic tank of any house at Ajegunle.
She once told us she had starred in a privately circulated porn video shot by some Senegalese dudes. If I had not seen the video myself, I wouldn’t have believed it. Plus, she bought a Prius shortly afterwards. Needless to say she was the most far-gone among us all.
Ireti was a petit, innocent looking 20-year-old second year student of accountancy. At a mere glance, she is your stereotypical omo daddy. But, you are making the greatest mistake of your life to take her innocent look and shy voice as an indication of her personality. She was the group’s bag carrier. She was in charge of logistics – clothes, money and weed. She was perfect for that purpose, smuggling in stuff into our room because no one ever would have suspected her capable of any nefarious misdemeanor. She is the daughter of a police commissioner and that gave us a lot of protection from cult boys and girls in school. They left us the fuck alone. There were scraps, but nothing so serious that a good fuck (or some other arrangement) couldn’t smoothen out.
When I finally located my room on my first day in the school, it was only Ireti that had been around. She was ill but quite friendly. She told me the other girls had traveled, and as I would learn later, only her illness had prevented her from traveling too.
We had got on very well together talking late into the night and sharing experiences. But, it was in the middle of the night that our friendship was sealed in a most bizarre manner.
I had been woken by a tickling sensation in my inner thigh. The tension in my system was absolutely heart-bursting. It was like my whole body had been tightly bound while I was asleep and I had been placed in a clay baking oven.
I was very warm under too. I opened my eyes to find Ireti lying on my bed facing me and her hand gently stroking my thighs. It was like I was on fire. I had never felt anything like it before.
God!!! What was happening? What?!
I could not speak. In as much as I was horrified at what she was doing, I didn’t want her to stop. My whole body was trembling as her hand moved further up with every stroke of my thighs. I could feel my vagina throbbing in response to her touch. She was systematically making me go crazy. I clasped my thighs tighter together. It was an involuntary action. I wanted to squeeze it…make the trembling stop. It was more than I could bear. I needed to have. ..
“Please,” my voice sounded harsh. It was like it was coming from another person from a squeezed out existence in another world. My throat was dry and all I could do was bite my lower lip to keep myself from screaming out.
“You want me to stop?”
“No! Please No! God!!!” It came out in a rushed anguished whisper. She had dipped two fingers gently into my wet and throbbing vagina. The shock summarily cut off further speech.
I squirmed and thrashed as she dipped further and further. I heard a ripping sound and a swoosh.
“Hell, Anu! You are a virgin?”
“Please….” I couldn’t say more as I thrust my torso further up to have more of her fingers inside me.
She hesitated for a moment, “Wait for me. I’d be right back,” I gripped her tight around the arm as she made to get up.
“Please…” the desperate plea in my voice was naked and raw. I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t get what my body was craving for. I needed her to continue what she was doing. Finish the job she started on me. Take me home…not ditch me like this.
Not like this; with my whole body on fire and my vagina going all crazy on me.
“I’ll be right back. I just want to get something.”
I couldn’t open my eyes. I dared not. Even if it were a dream, I didn’t want it to end just yet. I felt her leave my bunk and a few moments later the thud of the refrigerator door being shut.
It was not until I felt the coldness of the cucumber against my vagina that I realized what was going on. I didn’t have the time to think after that as I went completely crazy.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I was moaning and thrashing around like a cheap whore as the cucumber was thrust into my vagina with a rhythm only worthy of an expert. I was only vaguely aware of the other hand squeezing my boobs, of a wet tongue slurping at my nipples…the tautness secondary and irrelevant to the volcanic eruption going on under me. All my brain waves picked up were the cold thrusts of the cucumber into my contracting and expanding vagina.
The tension that had welled up in my body flooded over in a great spasm and I fell into the bed limp and extremely satisfied.
I lay in bed feeling Ireti’s warmth next to mine. I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed. It was my first sexual experience and I had totally enjoyed it. It was irrelevant it was a girl who had made me lose my virginity…does that matter? It is what you feel during and after that should matter. I snuggled closer to her as she stroked my hair and breathed into my neck.
We didn’t say anything to each other. There was no need; and in the silence we fell asleep and it was how Thilda and Omoh found us the next morning. Wrapped around each other like twin babies in the womb awaiting birth.
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