I was young, about 18 or 19 years old. He was older maybe about 24 or so. His name was David, he was a baby sitter for his aunt’s kids. Dark skinned, cute face , a complete ladies man. Every girl drooled while looking at him.
In the public compound where we lived, their apartment was close to the general kitchen used by all the tenants in the house and he had this scent, this particular scent that brings nostalgia every time I smell it.
I do not remember when he started developing interest in me but I remember he used to compliment my intelligence. He would always say “You are very brilliant o Ada, you know book well well” to which I would always reply thank you.
You see I grew breasts very early; my ‘melons’ bigger than my small frame, My dear mother ( I still teased her today about it) would buy me this hard lacy bras , for some reason they were always white in colour. She would force me to wear them and even though they were uncomfortable AF, I dared not disobey my mother. If you grew up in Nigeria, you would remember this white bra, it had no inner lining and as such the coarse lace rested on your skin, you have to go through the entire day adjusting the bra because it will hurt your skin.
Even though I had really big breasts for my age, I refused to bathe in the general bathroom, I would go downstairs to the tap, fetch a bucket of water, take off my towel and proceed to have my bath, even so much as arguing with my male friends and greeting my neighbours who walked by including David and now I see why he used to stay for a long time talking to me.
It took the incessant complaining of my nosey neighbours for my mother to start forcing me to go bathe in the bathroom, I remember crying a lot because truth be told, the bathroom looked scary and I didn’t see why I should be forced to go bathe in it. I was embarrassed my friends might think, I was becoming too old…
When David eventually started coming on to me, I was surprised, he would always try to kiss me and back then I used to think kissing was a disgusting act… like how will I let your spit touch my mouth…
DISGUSTING!!! I would exclaim before running out of his apartment.
But time and time again, he would always call me, trying to send me on some silly errand, only to try to kiss me again and again, but I was having none of it.
One day, David just stopped chasing me, stopped sending me on errands and started bringing one aunty home like that, I was young and I would cry my eyes out for my lost love whenever my mother wasn’t looking. I would sing love songs very loudly whenever I was going to the kitchen so he could hear me but he paid no attention to me.
After a couple of months, I was sent on an errand, when I walked past his apartment, he opened the door and it hit me on the face. “Ohh Ada, sorry sorry” – he said. Seeing him brought back some type of nostalgia and I started crying, the more he apologised, the more I cried (Baba didn’t know that I was crying because of him). “Ada sorry na, I didn’t know, I wanted to open the door gently” – He kept saying. , “Leave me Alone!”, I yelled as I grabbed myself up and wiped the little drops of sweat from my forehead.
I kept on rambling about how much of a jerk he was, to leave me and start dating his ‘grandmother’. He just stood there fixated , his pink lips, wavy hair and bright eyes glistening, he couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts and slim waist and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him too. I had to keep reminding myself to look into his eyes or think about anything else. But my attempts were failing as I felt I was getting aroused. Trying to distract myself, I stared into his deep black eyes, and then again wandered downwards. The male vest which caressed his body tightly wasn’t helping at all. I never knew white colour could be so attractive. Well, thin white cloth on dark skin is goals, and I am sure it is the most attractive colour I had ever seen.
Unmoved by my conceited attitude, he grabbed my hand and tried to pull me up, I resisted his tug but he pulled me towards him, it was just the right amount of force as I almost tripped while he dragged me into his apartment. He sat down and placed on his lap, my breast bouncing underneath the sheer dress I had on.
In an irritated manner I asked “what the hell do you want” .SILENCE.. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my ample breasts and slim waist. “They sent me on an errand”- I managed to say, but he placed his hands across his lips asking me to shut up. “You look so exquisite today” – He said, everything about him was fascinating, his eye lids which opened a fraction of an inch higher from his big black eyes with perfectly long lashes like a girl’s, made his eyes hypnotic. The bulge in his pants, the smell of his skin, the way his eyes flustered, the wrap of his hands around my lower back, strong yet soft, I was just left powerless to resist his allure. “What are you talking about?” I looked at him quizzically and then quickly turned my head to look at a mirror. My head was turned, but I could see a faint smile from the back. He said while looking at me through the mirror- “Be angry all you want, I am just saying what comes to my mind”
He was looking into my eyes, tilting his head, wanting me to duplicate his actions. He wanted a signal from me so he could go forward and taste the pink of my lips. I didn’t, instead I stayed facing the mirror.
I stayed at my spot for a moment, uncertain what I should do next. Then it struck me, I didn’t want to wallow on the possibility of what could have happened. So I turned around and touched his face, it sent electricity down my spine. My right thumb moved around his soft lips as his eyes were glued to mine.
Our lips meet; at first I could feel the tenderness, then he grabbed me by my hair pulling me towards him in a sudden move of passion and no sooner than later, his lips were drowning mine, it was intense, it was fiery and filled with want..
“Stop” I said between kisses.
“No”- He responded…
No responses yet