The fear of my mother was the beginning of wisdom. She had threatened to disown me and explained on several occasions how I was going to suffer if I ever get pregnant while in secondary school. Tunde was my secondary school sweetheart. We grew up together, he knew my mom and my mom knew him too. Well, not that she knew we were dating but because she saw Tunde as a gentle and responsible boy who was always studying and passed in flying colors. We were young and so the few times we found ourselves alone were devoted to massive kissing and touching. Tunde touched me in ways I couldn’t explain.
After secondary school, my mother’s threat sort of changed to a plea, to at least, finished my university education and not let her be put to shame in the family. I was in year two at the university when I had my first sex, I felt like I was going to die that valentine’s day. yes! I was a virgin and Kunle didn’t care much if it hurt. I met him in my second semester in school and after a year of being together, I knew he wanted to get down with me or I just might lose him like I did Tunde.
You’re probably wondering what happened to Tunde right?
Back to secondary school! On the night of our socials after our final exams, I was heading to the hostel, when I heard soft whispers that sounded like someone was in pain, I moved closer to catch a glimpse of what was happening, I saw a girl who sat on a boy’s lap facing him. That would have been an ordinary sight except that there were movements, she seemed to be bouncing on his laps, she would wriggle for a while and stop to kiss him gently. Soon, I heard a familiar voice, it was Tunde’s. He was pleasurably having sex with Linda the social prefect. I was hurt and confused, turned between confronting him on the spot or fight with Linda for what I felt belonged to me.
I painfully ignored them and vowed never to speak with Tunde again. I later gained admission that year and left for Abuja. So that was what happened about Tunde.
So back to present day! During my industrial attachment at GK Industrial Ltd, guess who I met again, Tunde! yes my secondary school boyfriend. He had come for the same purpose – one year I.T. The first time I saw him at the hallway I was filled with so much joy and wanted to hug him, I seemed to have forgotten what led to our breakup in the first place. We finally met at the reception one morning and I gave him a cold reception.
After three weeks of consciously avoiding Tunde at work, I had finished late that day so I wasn’t expecting to see any of my colleagues around. As I stepped into the car park I saw Tunde waiting for me, he had decided we’re going to iron out whatever the issue was that day. After about an hour of pleading I got into his car and we began to talk, he was shocked that I knew he had sex with Linda since he didn’t know I had knowledge of the incident let alone catching him in the act. His plea was endless. He attempted to explain how Linda had been seducing him but couldn’t help the situation that night. He promised to make it up to me but I told him it wasn’t necessary since I was now with Kunle.
As time went by, I began to forgive Tunde and our friendship began to blossom again, we often wait for each other after work, every Friday after work we would either go to the movies or concerts, one time it was a comedy show. On one of such Fridays at the cinema, we’re watching our second movie when I caught wind of the time, it was 10:30 pm, our estate gate closes by 11, the movie was 1 hour 15mins to it’s end. I called Tunde’s attention to this and he suggested that I sleep over at his place and without thinking twice I agreed.
We got to Tunde’s apartment around 12:20am, we had eaten and was just going to sleep. I had trouble unhooking my necklace so I called for help, as Tunde tried to unhook my necklace he planted a kiss on my neck that sent shivers down my spine, he ran his fingers on my face and chest briefly and we began to kiss, it was like the good old days but better. He began to fondle my full breast gently as we unconsciously made our way to the couch, he laid me down and continued to kiss me, then with one hand, he unzipped my dress and unhooked my bra letting out my teats in a bouncy motion. He fondled them with great pleasure before latching on them one after the other, I moaned softly trying to call his name Tun, Tund, Tunde stop Please!
I managed to complete my sentence. With worry in his eyes he said “Babe, I said I was sorry and I mean it, I still love you, please give me a chance, let me make this right” his appeal went straight to my soul and I knew I wanted him too. But “I can’t give you what you want, I don’t like sex, it’s too painful” I told him.
In utter dismay and to what seemed like a joke, Tunde laughed hysterically, “but I thought you and Kunle..” you thought Kunle and I what?, You thought wrong Oga! I cut in. “Although he takes care of me financially, sexually, he’s rough and doesn’t care if it hurts. It’s been up to three times we tried and it’s always been a nightmare for me, he seem to always have a filled day though”. I could read pity and concern from Tunde’s expression. “Do you trust me?” he asked! I looked at him with the corner of my eyes and he rephrased immediately and said “just give me one chance tonight if you don’t like it, forget it, I will never try to…” I didn’t let him finish his statement when I said “Okay! But first let me freshen up”
I guess he noticed the anxiety on my face and decided not to proceed as planned. He slept off before I returned from the bathroom. I must have had a very refreshing bath because I slept like a baby. The next day, a cold Saturday, I woke up to a tray of sandwich and hot beverage prepared by Tunde. He begged me to please spend that day with him. Well, being a Saturday, there wasn’t much to be done at my place either except for a few laundry.
Tunde wore a smart boxer that allowed his manhood to dangle with some freedom. I wasn’t sure if I should be scared of the size of what I was seeing. Anyway, he joined me in bed and fed me the breakfast. That led to a fresh bout of kissing, fondling and touching. As he sucked my boobs gently, I felt his right hand move slightly down my thighs and between my legs, he gently spread my legs with his left and allowed his right to roam the exterior part of my cunt. I moaned softly as his fingers grazed my clitoris. In no time, I had become embarrassingly wet. I had exchanged my short corporate gown for an oversized shirt the previous night. The shirt revealed some fresh skin that called his attention to my thighs. Soon he began to kiss my semi flat tummy down my thighs, then my inner thighs. I began to moan a little louder, I felt some kind of chill over my vagina and I moaned yet louder. The sensation was beyond my imagination. Tunde was sucking my pussy, sorry he was eating my snail, wow!
I have never felt this before. My feet began to curl and tingle, with his head buried in between my legs, his tongue swirling around the whole of my cunt. I begged him not to stop, like a recorder on repeat, I kept saying don’t stop, please don’t stop T’ and as though he turned the heat up, I changed gear gradually from a low pitch of T’…, to a higher T’…, then Tun..de, and then a much louder scream of ‘baby oh….!’ Squirting and jerking, I was spewing fluid all over his moustache. With a mischievous grin on his face he finally raised his head and said ”that’s my girl”. As he came up to my chest level to kiss me I felt his dick, hard and strong, I raised my legs to receive the roundhead, it glided in, like it wasn’t its first time. Tunde began to make love to me. It was so sweet like nothing I have ever felt before.
That’s how Tunde and I started dating again.
Now am confused! I have always loved Tunde, and he knows how to do me right but I love Kunle too he takes care of my needs. What do I do?
