Until late 2009, I was still a virgin. I used
to think it was cool to be a virgin (talk
about my religious upbringing) until I
realized everybody around me was
growing up and losing their innocence,
leaving me behind.
My story started several years ago, when
I was still 10 years old. At that tender
age, everything I knew about s-x was
from tiny bits of information from much
older boys, and preaching from elders
and religious leaders that s-x is evil and
we should keep away from it. Trust
children, they only succeeded in making
us very curious. We were living in a
storey building of four flats then in the
suburbs of one of Nigeria’s fastest cities.
Each family lived in a flat. My family
occupied the flat upstairs on the left,
adjacent to the landlady’s flat. The
family living directly below us downstairs
had a girl called Tola, who was almost
my age. We have something in common;
while I was the last born of my parents,
she was also the last born of her
parents. There were many children and
young people in the house then as all
the four families in the compound had
kids. We usually played together in the
compound. She was a pretty girl. Now I
could remember that she was fair in
complexion. She had dimpled cheeks
and long hair which her parents made
into ponytails. She was my best-friend.
Sometimes, Tola and I would lock
ourselves in a room and play doctor and
patient. I would be the doctor and she
would be the patient. She would off her
clothes and lay on the bed, then I would
examine her. I could see the two tiny
pink buds that would later blossom into
unmentionables. Then I would see that
narrow canal in between her legs with
that little protrusion which would later be
that wet, come-dripping, juicy pleasure
filled well, called p—sy(the protrusion is
the cl–t). Then we would change
position. She would become doctor and I
would become patient. I would remove
my clothes and lie on the bed. Then she
would examine my body, including that
tiny, pointed stick that would later
become the ultimate instrument of
pleasure, the d—-k. Actually that was my
first close examination of a p—sy. It was
a child’s p—sy and it was tiny. In our
innocence, we would play on without
understanding the functions of those
organs we were playing with. Well,
somebody soon taught me what the p—-
sy was.

One of the older girls in our compound
was Tosin. We used to call her aunty
Tosin because at that time, she would be
about 19 years old. She was the
landlady’s niece and she lived with her
family. She was dark, of average height
with a voluptuous body. She had chubby
cheeks and nice teeth. Oh, I forgot to
mention those two big unmentionables.
They were d–n big. She had an average
a—s but the unmentionables were huge.
The usually knock against each other
when we were playing. I didn’t know how
to place those sensations I felt whenever
I saw her smiling at me and those
unmentionable pointing like twin
oranges. I just knew my instrument used
to stand at attention whenever I saw her.
Now I know it was arousal.
Then it happened one day. I came back
from school and met the door of our
apartment locked. My parents had
locked the door and gone out. So I went
to the landlady’s house to play as usual

Innocent me couldn’t really place the
sensations I was feeling whenever I
sighted those heavy unmentionables
bouncing and her—shaking. Now I know
it was arousal. Well, I just knew I would
just feel my blood rising and my J man
standing erect whenever she smiled at
me. She liked me a lot. I never knew she
had plans for me until one day when I
came back from school and met nobody
in our house. My parents had gone out
and locked the door to our apartment. I
had to go and chill at the landlady’s
apartment adjacent to our own as usual.
Well, aunty Tosin was the only person at
home that day. She had just finished
writing her WAEC and was just chilling
at home. I quickly settled down and
started watching TV, knowing I was in
safe hands. She was having a bath, I
could hear the sound of splashing water
from the bathroom as I watched tv. After
some time I heard my name.
It was her calling me. But now I was
hearing her voice from the bedroom.
Apparently, she was through with
bathing. I walked into the bedroom and
saw her. I was shocked by what I saw.
Initially, I just stared at her. I’d never
seen an adult like that before. I was
confused. She was naked, except for her
panties. She stood, facing me, her twin
oranges with their dark, rosy tips
pointing at me. I felt an aching in my g—
n . she smiled softly, and motioned me
with a finger. Then she commanded in a
soft voice.
‘come here’

To be continued


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