Sandra was an arts studentsso she normally doesn’t have a reason to be at the lab. I took notice of her during the march-pass rehearsals for the October 1st independence day march-pass. We, the corpers at the school were given the mandate to train the school’s marching team and prep them for the upcoming event. So we did our rehearsals during breaktime. She was the head of the marching team, and was good at it; so I made her the commander.
Sandra looked a bit older than her mates. She had well-advanced features; full bossoms, round hips, big thighs that you can almost see her stretch marks at a glance. She was very direct in speech and acts a lot matured. I noticed something about her too; she was sexually active; very active!
It wasn’t rocket science. After few days of being familiar at the marching ground, we became a bit closer. She started coming tothe lab once in a while; and most times, would demand that I buy things for her for the break.
Omore noticed the new enemy encroaching into her territory and decided to protect her territory from the alien intruder. One afternoon, she told me some things about Sandra; things Ididn’t find hard to believe; things I had noticed earlier.
“Sandra is a sl.ut.” she told me one afternoon. I pretended to be surprised atthis. I knew Sandra was sexually active, but didn’t believe she was a sex-freak; I believed Omorewas just exaggerating issues.
“She sleeps with guys in town. I even heard that those mallams beside the mosque sleeps with her.” She said. It was obvious shewas trying hard to paint Sandra in a bad light. In her innocent mind, exposing those flirtatious attitudes of her rival will make me abhor her; she was wrong.
Her expository remarks of Sandra made me more keen to get a piece of action.
“I also heard she sleeps with two guys at the same time, and uses her mouth on them. . .” she said, blushing at the comments she just made. She couldn’t garner the courage to use the word “blow-j.o.b”.
Her comments about Sandra did not discourage me from her, rather, it made me excited whenever I saw Sandra; that was how my evil mind started making fantasies;wondering how it will be to get a piece of her ar’se.
My emotions must have betrayed me one of such days as I sat talking with Sandra. I was so lost in my fantasies, staring blankly onherbossoms, wondering howit will be when those uniforms are let loose; I could almost see the hard nipples thru the clothes like my eyes were fitted with x-rays. She noticed what was happening. It was easy for her as my dckkk was already pushing hard on my jean trousers. When, all of asudden I got a hold of myself, I saw her staring down on the thick bulge in-between my legs. I used the text book to cover the bulge, out of reflex and she laughed. I was embarrassed,but didn’t try to cover my shame. I gradually removed the text book as she rested her eyes once more on the bulge on my trousers, using one hand to cover her mouthin mockery, like she was about screaming.
“Woww!!!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I asked smiling.
“It looks huge!” she said, then started laughing.
“Uncle we have furthermaths!!” The ss1 class captain called from the window. I didn’t know it was time for end of break. Ss1 students were not allowed into the lab, so I taught themin their class. I told the captain I was coming and sheleft. I needed to arrange my dkk before it embarrasses me further.
“Oya! Bad girl! Go back to your class!” I said to Sandraas she continued her laughter.
“You need to poor cold water on it!” she teased me.I reached for my cain and she ran to her classroom. . .
When Sandra volunteered tocome to my house during theweekend, I agreed.
I didn’t give it a second thought. I had been battling with myself all week after theepisode at the lab. Seems mymind was split into two; each opposing the other on the idea of inviting her over. I kept arguing with myself over the week, trying hard to resist the temptation of inviting her over. Deep downin me, I felt it was wrong, although my spirit was willing, the flesh was weak; so weak that I feared what I might not stand the temptation. I was right, I couldn’t stand it.
I made a solemn declaration; that I wasn’t going to invite her to my house. I insisted tomyself that I was going to stand firm to my decision.
Then she asked, and I said she can come!
Damn me! I thought to myself.
Not your fault, she invited herself, you didn’t.- said theloud voice in my head.
I had to agree with it.
I asked how she was going to make it, since she lived with her parents. She said her cousin schools at the polytechnic, and that she usually spends some days or weekend with her.
The night she was supposedto come, I was not around. I had gone on an impromptu outing with my neighbor and her friends. She had invited me to her birthday which I missed; and to make up for it, I proposed to take her outtogether with her friends that same evening. So when Sandra called, I was at the joint.I managed to pick the call and told her I wasn’t around.