Previously on The Repentant Virgin: Episode 33
The bus that took me from Yaba to Oshodi that day was crammed full. Passengers kept bumping into each other. I was one of the passengers that got a seat, close to the back. There was this pretty girl standing very close to me with her backside pointing directly at me. I didn’t see her face initially but I knew she had a tiny waist and her hair was braided.
The backside was big and round and I just couldn’t take my eyes off it. As I kept staring at the butt during the journey, my joystick rose to full attention inside my trousers. The seating was tight and I was wearing tight boxers so the wayward instrument had no space to manifest. The thing kept straining against my tight boxers. It was so stiff and desperate for a way out that I thought my trouser will tear and the thing would burst open.
All that was on my mind was how it would feel if my desperate joystick can get inside that succulent chamber. My stick was so stiff that it started paining me and I was getting uncomfortable. As if the driver knew my thought, he matched the break at once in an attempt to avoid a pothole and all the passengers surged forward and backward.
The girls ass went right to my face and choked me. Before I could think of what was happening, the backside landed on my laps with a thud. It seemed the girl must have felt my joystick because she stood up immediately and looked embarrassed. She turned to me with a pretty face and equally big jugs.
“Oh, I am very sorry.” She apologized and she even looked more beautiful at that moment. The first urge I had was to grab her ass instantly. But I behaved like a gentleman, seeing the opportunity I had to strike a conversation. I shook my head and put on my most charming smile.
“That’s no problem.” I replied, “A pretty girl should not be standing in a crowded bus. Please have my seat.’
I stood up for her and she sat down. She was smiling happily and saying thank you as if she had just won a lottery. We couldn’t talk much but she told me her name was Prosper and she was going to the same area I was going to. I smiled quietly to myself that I had just found a new girl.
When we got to Oshodi, we entered the same bus and that was when the real toasting began. We sat beside each other at the back of the bus and chatted. That was how I found out that she lived very close to my school. She told me she was attending a University in Ghana which I had forgotten its name now (it’s not one of the popular ones). Her parents were always away and she was lonely at home because she didn’t know anybody in the area.
I told her my own problems which had to do with the strict policies of my school. But I took her phone number and promised to visit her the following day. I smiled to myself; this is my lucky day, I just got another kitty for my pleasure and this one was close by. I got to school and met Amaka at the reception of my hostel.
She looked worried; she said she had been waiting for me for the past one hour. Silly girl, if you looked for someone and didn’t see him, were you not supposed to go back and come back later. She said I didn’t tell her I was going out of school. What the hell? Can’t women just mind their damn business, why should I tell anybody where am going if you are not my guardian or my parents.
I told her immediately to mind her own business. I squeezed my face and ignored her. Then I walked briskly into the hostel without looking at her. I knew she was hurt but I didn’t care I wanted to treat her badly enough so that she would leave me. But this girl did not leave me alone oh. She came back to my hostel the following morning. I did not come out when I realized it was her.
Then she sent me a letter. Inside the letter she said she was sorry for pestering me but that she missed me. She said I should forgive her if she had done anything wrong and she is ready to be more caring and loving and she would do anything to make the relationship work.
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Story: Anonymous Writer
Edited: by Engr. Stanley Orji
Published on Eastanmusic Ent
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