Sex As She Taught Me (18+) Episode 7
Sex As She Taught Me (18+) Episode 7
The light inside came on,Stephanie had woken up. I looked at my watch,it was getting to 9pm. I made to stand up,dusted my short just as i heard the door creak open. “Hey,why are u outside?,i didnt know you were awake already”. I told her i just needed some fresh air,and i didnt wanna sleep too much so i’d be able to sleep at night. “Ok”,she replied. “I didnt cook anything,we have to go into the school to eat.
Do you wana go with me?”. “Yeah,get dressed na”. I just realised i was very hungry. I didnt even remember food until she mentioned it,my soliloquay had jaded my reasoning. We set out into the night,walking side by side,under the array of solar panelled street lights,which beautifully adorned the paved street. She suggested we race to the next speed bumps. I obliged and so we raced. She was light on her feet,and i wasnt particularly a good runner.
I was so happy running down that street,beaming with a loud laugh as the wind gushed past my face. She beat me,or i let her win,depending on what you believe. She teased me endlessly,playfully laughing in my face,asking how on earth i lost to a girl. I told her she was very athletic,and that she won fairly. I could do just about anything to please her.Panting from the short race,i squated in front of her,implored her to hop onto my back,i wanted to carry her all the way. Damn i was tired,but i didnt relent,i was definitely gonna carry her till we got to the first shop. “I know your about to collapse,but it feels good riding on your back,lazy âss.”,she teased again. I pretended to trip her and she screamed,chuckling while landing light punches on my back. I laughed along,albeit uncontrollably.
There are moments you share with that special someone,that you would never forget,and i tell you,its the little things,the shared laughter,the playful pranks and the naughty subtle acts. You never forget them. Its hard to remember alot of things from the good times in your past,but this little things act as cues,gently reinforcing your belief in tommorow,telling you that two hearts can connect,and that love exists,no matter how much we deny it. Opting for the local bread and egg sandwiches,expertly made by the hausa food sellers,who always beckoned you to patronize them in a funny way,we sat on the stone benches and ate,talking intermittently btw bites.
Then we drank beverages,and headed back home,playing as we walked. There was a bright moon that night,and shiny stars illuminating the skies above us. Our shadows formed a triangle as we stood in front of the gate,admiring the night sky. Occasionally a car would zoom past,and we’d hurl insults at the fading car,finding a familiar solace in our mischief. When a car would seem to be slowing down,we’d scramble the gate open,running inside,and then coming out again when the car dissappeared.
When we finally went into the yard,we sat on the porch steps,and continued gisting. She straddled my legs,while i massaged her heels. We talked about virtually everything,jumping from topic to topic,sometimes not even completing one,before nonchalantly switching to another. It was music,her family,mine,her fears,escapades,childhood years,food,and even embarrassing stories,or times when we faltered. I told her things i had never told anyone,i trusted her and i knew she understood me so well.
It was easy talking to her,i let go of every restrain, at the same time making sure to listen carefully,not judging her,just laughing at the silly stories and picking up every message. “Your such a good listener,you know right?”,”Alot of girls will enjoy you”. “Hmmmmm, probably”,i replied. “I wish we were age mates, or i had met you first”,she said again,after a lengthy pause. My heart started beating fast,i thought i was gonna have a heart attack right there. This was what i had been waiting for,and she had brought it up unexpectedly ,giving me no time to brace myself. I looked at her, trying hard to search her face,to know how she felt saying these words,or her general facial expression, but even the moon was not enough. I could not make out her eyes,i could not see her face,i couldnt tell how she felt. I turned my head,staring straight ahead, trying to say something, anything.
The words formed in my head,but became tired lumps in my throat when i tried to open my mouth. Seeing as i was not responding,she kept on talking,pausing at times to let me reply,and then continuing when i didnt. I bowed my head btw my knees,trying hard to push away the anguish,pretending she wasnt talking to me. Subconciously her words still permeated into my being,pricking me like a thousand needles.
I felt moisture on my knees,i thought i was sweating,but when i brought my hand to my eyes,they were moisty,i didnt know when it built up. I felt a tight knot in my chest,like i was suffocating,i could hear anymore,i stood up and went inside the room,falling tiredly on the bed. I didnt even bother to take off my clothes,i just lay there,the pillow covering my head,entirely thoughtless.
To be continue………………
The light inside came on,Stephanie had woken up. I looked at my watch,it was getting to 9pm. I made to stand up,dusted my short just as i heard the door creak open. “Hey,why are u outside?,i didnt know you were awake already”. I told her i just needed some fresh air,and i didnt wanna sleep too much so i’d be able to sleep at night. “Ok”,she replied. “I didnt cook anything,we have to go into the school to eat.
Do you wana go with me?”. “Yeah,get dressed na”. I just realised i was very hungry. I didnt even remember food until she mentioned it,my soliloquay had jaded my reasoning. We set out into the night,walking side by side,under the array of solar panelled street lights,which beautifully adorned the paved street. She suggested we race to the next speed bumps. I obliged and so we raced. She was light on her feet,and i wasnt particularly a good runner.
I was so happy running down that street,beaming with a loud laugh as the wind gushed past my face. She beat me,or i let her win,depending on what you believe. She teased me endlessly,playfully laughing in my face,asking how on earth i lost to a girl. I told her she was very athletic,and that she won fairly. I could do just about anything to please her.Panting from the short race,i squated in front of her,implored her to hop onto my back,i wanted to carry her all the way. Damn i was tired,but i didnt relent,i was definitely gonna carry her till we got to the first shop. “I know your about to collapse,but it feels good riding on your back,lazy âss.”,she teased again. I pretended to trip her and she screamed,chuckling while landing light punches on my back. I laughed along,albeit uncontrollably.
There are moments you share with that special someone,that you would never forget,and i tell you,its the little things,the shared laughter,the playful pranks and the naughty subtle acts. You never forget them. Its hard to remember alot of things from the good times in your past,but this little things act as cues,gently reinforcing your belief in tommorow,telling you that two hearts can connect,and that love exists,no matter how much we deny it. Opting for the local bread and egg sandwiches,expertly made by the hausa food sellers,who always beckoned you to patronize them in a funny way,we sat on the stone benches and ate,talking intermittently btw bites.
Then we drank beverages,and headed back home,playing as we walked. There was a bright moon that night,and shiny stars illuminating the skies above us. Our shadows formed a triangle as we stood in front of the gate,admiring the night sky. Occasionally a car would zoom past,and we’d hurl insults at the fading car,finding a familiar solace in our mischief. When a car would seem to be slowing down,we’d scramble the gate open,running inside,and then coming out again when the car dissappeared.
When we finally went into the yard,we sat on the porch steps,and continued gisting. She straddled my legs,while i massaged her heels. We talked about virtually everything,jumping from topic to topic,sometimes not even completing one,before nonchalantly switching to another. It was music,her family,mine,her fears,escapades,childhood years,food,and even embarrassing stories,or times when we faltered. I told her things i had never told anyone,i trusted her and i knew she understood me so well.
It was easy talking to her,i let go of every restrain, at the same time making sure to listen carefully,not judging her,just laughing at the silly stories and picking up every message. “Your such a good listener,you know right?”,”Alot of girls will enjoy you”. “Hmmmmm, probably”,i replied. “I wish we were age mates, or i had met you first”,she said again,after a lengthy pause. My heart started beating fast,i thought i was gonna have a heart attack right there. This was what i had been waiting for,and she had brought it up unexpectedly ,giving me no time to brace myself. I looked at her, trying hard to search her face,to know how she felt saying these words,or her general facial expression, but even the moon was not enough. I could not make out her eyes,i could not see her face,i couldnt tell how she felt. I turned my head,staring straight ahead, trying to say something, anything.
The words formed in my head,but became tired lumps in my throat when i tried to open my mouth. Seeing as i was not responding,she kept on talking,pausing at times to let me reply,and then continuing when i didnt. I bowed my head btw my knees,trying hard to push away the anguish,pretending she wasnt talking to me. Subconciously her words still permeated into my being,pricking me like a thousand needles.
I felt moisture on my knees,i thought i was sweating,but when i brought my hand to my eyes,they were moisty,i didnt know when it built up. I felt a tight knot in my chest,like i was suffocating,i could hear anymore,i stood up and went inside the room,falling tiredly on the bed. I didnt even bother to take off my clothes,i just lay there,the pillow covering my head,entirely thoughtless.
To be continue………………
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