“What am I going to do? I didn’t want to turn down Afra’s invitation and I couldn’t say no to Yvonne either. I was silent. It wasn’t long till we got to the entrance of her hostel.
“Come on, say something. I know this might be a bit hard on you but you need to tell me how you also feel for me. Kwame say something,” she said. “Or you don’t think it’s right for a girl to propose to a boy?”
“O no Yvonne” I said, “far from that.” “I mean, I don’t see anything wrong with a girl proposing to a guy. The thing is I wasn’t expecting this. And I’m not quite sure how I feel about you but I like you very much. I just need some time to think about this. Please.”
She looked disappointed at my response. “Okay, no problem. Call me before you sleep, yeah?” she said. We hugged each other and she made her way to her room.
I quickly rushed down to Afra’s address which was about 45 minutes’ walk from Yvonne place. I preferred to walk because it gave me the chance to think well. What was she going to talk about? Maybe, she wanted to make up for what she did to me in the past. Maybe she was going to tell me why she did what she did. And why was I even going to do there?
I was a bit scared though. I prayed for courage. I had to be tough. I tried rehearsing some phrases I thought I’d need. O and I tried polishing my walk too.
The place was very quiet when I got there. For a second I thought i was at a wrong address till I knocked. And there. She answered at the first knock. “The door is open,” she said. Could it be that she had been expecting me to come?
I went in and shut the door behind me. She stood in front of me in hot pants and a tang top. She looked amazing. I swallowed so hard, thought she was even going to offer me a seat but she had her own plans.
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She came closer to me and put her hands around my neck. “How many years has it been, 9? 10? I must say you have really grown muscular,” she said, in a very soft voice, I started to shake.
“Tha…Thank you, you…you You have really grown handsome sorry beautiful too,” I said. I was really helpless and I knew she had noticed it. She took my left hand and placed it around her waist.
“Why are you acting so timid? What happened to you? Are you involved with my sister or what?” she asked. I shook my head rapidly.
I felt my manhood harden and indeed I liked what she was doing to me. Before I knew it, her lips were on mine, that was my first kiss. At the initial stage, it was quite nasty but as time passed, I began to enjoy every bit of it. I could feel her firm breast on me chest.
She took my other hand and placed it on her breast. I had never felt the way I was feeling before – ever! I was enjoying myself. I wanted more and more of her.
She suddenly stopped kissing me and took off her top slowly. That was it, my first sexual intercourse right there on the carpet and indeed I felt alive. Well it didn’t last long, barely five minutes but I enjoyed it so much.
She stood up, got dressed and went ahead to pour herself a glass of wine as if nothing had happened. Then lit a cigar and smoked her way into her bedroom without saying anything to me.
I quickly dressed up. I felt really uncomfortable with the way she was acting. I had to talk to her.
I knocked at her door. “Afra, can I come in?” I said.
“I’m a little busy now, we’ll do the talking some other time, and kindly shut the door on your way out,” she said. She didn’t even turn to look at me.
What just happened? I was stunned. I had just been used! By some Yankee girl with a mental problem! Wait. Or, was it that I didn’t satisfy her? She had to understand – it was my first time.
I walked myself out of her apartment very confused.
To be Continued On Monday
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