There was a time when Atinuke used to be a lover girl. That time spanned from my early secondary school days to the early days of my undergraduate career. Then, I used to be in love with my boyfriends. Look after them, cook for them, and listen to everything they tell me. I did what they wanted to because that was what was ideal for me.
I wanted a happy marriage just like that of my parents and thus, I was submissive like my mother. My mistake was that formula did not work for me. The boys took advantage of my chill and reserved behavior. I started having sex from my 19th birthday. I did my best and enjoyed it so much and I felt I was with the right guy. he would not do it with someone else aside from me.
When I went to his hostel the next day, it was a different story and I caught him sleeping with one of his juniors whom he had claimed was his mentee.
That began the origin of my villainy. I had about two more love relationships after that and they ended the same way as the first. It made me begin to doubt if I was as beautiful as I had thought I was. My female friends called me small heavy duty because I looked quite short but none of them had my size of boobs or the roundness and protrusion of my ass.
I was well stacked, my face had dimples that announced themselves every time I moved my mouth and I had one of the most charming diastema beside my incisors. What else does any man want? Why do they keep cheating on me? The painful part was that most of the girls they cheated on me with were barely as beautiful as I was.
One of my friends told me how relationships were not worth the hassle. He met me brooding under a tree one day and we got talking. He asked if I had a boyfriend and I told him that I did not. He looked surprised and asked why nobody was dating a beautiful girl like me. I did not know whether that was a compliment or an insult but I think my expression led to this lecture of his about how relationships were not worth the stress I was giving myself.
He told me the best thing about life is to enjoy life and be happy. We bonded over the days, he was quite handsome and I was expecting him to ask me out so I could use his philosophy against him. He never did but he asked us to have sex.
I would have turned it down but something in me wanted to experience what he had always spoken to me about enjoying life with no obligations or commitments.
We met at his place and got to business almost immediately. I got to assess him better, he was fit with abs and tattoos. He fucked me well. The fact that I understood that we were not dating and he could fuck anybody else made things better for me as I did not have to be suspicious of him.
Eventually, we became fuck buddies and would always call each other up to have sex from time to time. I was introduced to some of his friends too – male and female and our duty was to help each other out with no strings attached sex.
By the time I was in my final year, I had become an expert in sexual affairs and was more than capable of offering premium pleasure to anyone, either male or female. As time drew closer for me to graduate, my friends started planning a gangbang in my honour. I was sceptical about it because I had never done more than a threesome with one guy and two ladies.
On D-day, they took me to a club to get drunk and get over my fears ahead of the event. It was at that bar I met Feranmi whom I would fall in love. He stood beside me and bought the alcohol. We spoke at length and he would not stop complimenting my looks making me blush. And because I was unsure of the gangbang thing, I asked him to take me home. He snuck me out of the club away from my friends.
At his place, I put my phone off and collapsed into his bed knowing by the time I woke tomorrow, Feranmi would have fucked the shit out of me since he bought me drinks and took me to his home, it was just normal. To my surprise, I woke up the next day with a banging headache.
He lay beside me still asleep, I put my hand down to my pussy to check and it was dry. As a matter of fact, I was still fully clothed and untouched.
When he woke up, he asked if I slept well. I was there shocked. I asked why he did not touch me overnight and he just laughed making me feel foolish. He said he did not have the right to do that as he was not my boyfriend and he had not been given the consent. It was the first time I was meeting someone as honest as he was and I knew I was beginning to like him. As a matter of fact, I wanted to spend time with him and fuck him too.
He showed me to the restroom where I took a shower and gave me one of his shirts to put on while mine was put in his laundry machine. I was just a big top and g-strings away from being naked. He was going to order food for us but I was against it, I wanted to cook for him, that is how I express love. Luckily, he had things I could use and I set to the kitchen.
He was in the kitchen with me asking if he could eat the chef after eating her meal making me blush all over. It was the kind of company I craved. For a flickering moment, I remembered the innocent, loving girl I was before I joined the group of sex for fun. It was not like I regretted it but, I started to imagine all the things that could happen with Feranmi. Maybe he would be my new sheet.
In moments, the aroma of my food took over the kitchen and we soon proceeded to his sitting room to eat. He helped me clear the table and do the dishes after. By now, my clothes were dry but we were still enjoying each other’s company. I was laid on his chest and we talked about every topic we could come across. Soon, he started to ask me questions about sex and how I liked to have sex.
Weird but, I grew shy all of a sudden and was unable to answer him. I did not want to tell him everything I knew to not scare him away. I was beginning to like him. But, since he asked, I had to give him something. I looked and stared into his eyes while letting one of my hands go into his shorts and begin stroking his dick.
I could tell he was packing down there. He did not take long to get hard and it was time for me to show him what I know. I slid down on his body and started to suck his dick. He was about 7 inches long and I made sure I was sucking more than half of his dick. By the time I looked up, sucking him, he had surprise and ecstasy etched into his face. So, I decided to show him more and began sucking his balls whilst jerking his dick.
Sucking him made my pussy wet and I must have driven him towards the edge too because he asked me to hold onto the center table, shift my string out of the way and he began to fuck my pussy. He fucked me so much I orgasmed hard and my legs began to tremble. I had never felt that before.
His dick started to rewire my thoughts about the group. Why do I need a group of fuck buddies when I have this fine man here ready to use his dick on me as he wished. I could not leave his place after that and when I woke, it was in the late evening. He still begged me for a farewell quickie round. Since he was not going to take long, I accepted. I eventually went home that night but, it was late and my legs shook terribly from getting loads of sex.
After three hot rounds of sex, I realized there was no such thing as a quickie in this guy’s dictionary. Gradually, we began to get closer and I have to admit that we were a good match. The closer we got, the more he fucked me everywhere in his room, especially on the central table.
Things went on smoothly for the first two months until I met his cousin who did not seem to like me at all but, I chose not to mind her because my boyfriend asked me not to. I would have felt threatened by her because she had flawless skin, and a voluptuous body and seemed to spend more time at my boyfriend’s place. They enjoyed each other’s company and that was all. I did not want to have contrary thoughts and ruin my new relationship.
I was only able to maintain this for half a month till a particular Saturday when I was unable to get through to my Babe. Out of worry, I went to his place early the next day. I found him hale and hearty but he was tired. My mind was at peace that nothing was wrong but the peace did not last long. I picked up his phone and went through it.
I saw loads of pictures of him and his cousin at the beach. Her bikini was way too revealing to be worn around someone you are not fucking. I was jealous because every asset I had, she had times two and she was displaying them wantonly in front of my boyfriend. My PTSD about relationships started to kick in from here and I felt to keep an eye on them.
Written by Reezy Sama
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