He was that close. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine. I tried to resist, but I just couldn’t. However, something was holding me back. I knew this was not right but I couldn’t stop him.
Was this from God or from him? Was he the man I have been longing for all this while? As these thoughts went through my mind, he was already fondling my breast.
His weight was so heavy that I could no longer remain on my knees. I laid on my back and then he came on top of me. I could not say no, and I couldn’t stop him. As a result, I just let him do what he wanted to my body.
My left nipple was in his mouth and I began to feel every move he made. I couldn’t even recall the last time I had kissed a man. It felt so good even though I didn’t like what has happened. Yet, I was giving in to it.
Then I began to respond. I held him tight as I sighed softly. By this time he realized I had given in now, so he quickly took off his shirt and climbed on top of me.
Before I knew it, he was in me. We were having sex, and it felt so good i begin to open up more. I missed that feeling. For once, I was beginning to enjoy something. I wanted more of it but to my surprise, he was done already. It barely lasted three minutes.
He got up quickly and began to dress up. That was when i came back to my senses. “What just happened?” I asked myself. I quickly dressed up and went into my room, leaving him behind.
I sat on my bed wondered why I let this happen to me. Then I heard him knocking at my door. What does he want from me this time around? He had finish what he wanted to do to me, so what next?
He kept knocking yet I didn’t answer. “We need to talk, please open the door” He said.
I didn’t answer, I kept quiet and remained in my room. He kept knocking yet I still remained in my position. He had no option than to stop.
What an eventful day! I looked at the time and it was already 3:00am. I went into the shower and went to bed. It has already happened and there was nothing I could do about it.
I woke up to the noisy hooting cars at my neighborhood. I went straight to shower, washed my face, looked at the mirror and told myself that I was going to make a difference.
Yeah, my sister and I had our differences but she is still my sister. I had to make up with her, forgetting my mother whom I presumed that my sister may be with. As for Kojo, he is no longer coming to this house.
I wanted to go back to the way things were. I cannot trust this man of God after he made out with me. I need to go back to my mum’s place and straighten things out with her and my sister, Ntikuma.
That is going to be the most difficult thing to do. But then again, it’s not like I have any other option.
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I got out of my room only to see that my pastor was still around. It was a surprise to me because I thought he had left my place after everything that happened last night.
“He spent the night here?” I asked myself. Just as he saw me, he came towards me and knelt before me like he was the one going to receive prayers from me.
“I know what happened last night was not supposed to happen, but all the same it did. Maybe you should not look any further” He said.
“Meaning?” I asked. All this while, he was still kneeling down looking at me.
“Meaning, I actually feel something for you. I know it’s hard to believe, but I never noticed it until last night” he said.
It’s been ages since a man said those kind of words to me. I almost fell for it to the extent that I held him up. But I came back to reality and my conscious told me this was not right.
“No pastor, I’m going out, let’s talk later” I said. Just as I expected, he insisted that we stay back and talk. I was really firm this time around. I walked to the door, he then had no other option but to follow me out of my house.
That was how I got rid of him. At first, it was prophesies upon prophesies, then revelations and getting intimate with me. Now, he claims we are meant to be. I was so sure that this was not from God. However, the harm had already been done. He already had a piece of me.
It was time for me to make things right. I dressed up and set off towards my hometown, where my mum was.
The route that led me to my hometown brought a lot of memories. Ntikuma and I never knew who our father was. All we knew was that he abandoned us when we were kids. I guess I was young when he left, because I never remembered any father – figure being present while I was growing up.
We used to walk a long distance just to fetch water. As young as I was, I remembered I met this guy named Yao. He was young and he was also very hilarious. We always wanted to be around him because of his sense of humor. To be honest, he was actually my first crush. We never knew what dating was by then, but I really liked him.
I moved into the city to further my education. That was when we went our separate ways. The last thing I heard, he was living big in South Africa.
In no time, I had arrived home. I met a lot of people at my house, which was quite unusual. Then I heard people crying inside the house. I knew something was wrong, so I rushed inside, only to meet my sister and other family members gathered in mourning. My mum had passed away earlier that morning.
To be Continued