At first, when Vickie
informed me my mother had
called me, I didn’t take her
serious. How can my mother
call me when I was almost at
pleasure’s peak, like what
kind of a Mother does that?
“JONATHAAAN…” She called
out again
Hearing my name roar out
of my mother’s mouth as
she was approaching my
room, I quickly jumped up
from Vickie like her body
had suddenly become too
hot for me to handle. I
packed my
“belongings” (condom and
all) back into my boxer
shorts and hurriedly wore
my trousers.
Vickie giggled when she
saw me dressing up in
frenzy, she herself putting
all her valuables back into
place. By then my mother
had gotten quite close to
my door and hollering my
name again, I replied and
opened the door to find her
standing just outside. She
eyed me for a few seconds,
before looking inside to find
Vickie seated on the plastic
chair, deeply engrossed
with pretence in the very
Christian novel Mom had
given me to read.
My mom looked at me and
asked why I didn’t reply
when she called me earlier.
I hadn’t yet cooked up a lie
to cover up for what I have
been doing when she called.
That moment I knew if I had
opened my mouth, I knew I
was going to stammer and
raise a heck of suspicion in
my mom, but just before the
first words left my mouth…
“He blocked his ears with
his earphones” Vickie
interrupted, pointing to my
Walkman on the bed.
I didn’t remember putting it
there. She must have done
that within the split seconds
it took me to walk to open
the door, before sitting
down with the novel. Wow! I
looked at Vickie, our eyes
met, and I could see a
familiar glint in them. What a
very sharp girl, I had
thought to myself.
My mother now satisfied
that nothing out of the
ordinary was going on in
her son’s bedroom. She
informed me that dinner
was ready should Vickie
care to join us?
“I’m about to leave, ma”
Vickie said. I escorted
Vickie outside, condom still
wrapped around my flaccid
penis but I didn’t seem to
be bothered.
We kept quiet for the
better part of our journey
to her area, until Vickie
giggled. I asked her why
she was giggling and she
reminded me that I still had
that condom on my dick. I
was supposed to be
embarrassed, but I laughed
with her. She asked me why
I had not removed it yet
and I replied I would when I
get home. She laughed
some more, louder even.
She told me to stop
behaving like a child and
remove it right there on the
road. It never occurred to
me that I could do such.
I was just so ashamed of
myself but I did as
instructed and dispose of
the first condom which
never held the content of
my orgasm. I hadn’t
climaxed, and I wasn’t
happy for that. I wanted to
do her again but I was
wondering how to tell her
about it. The words kept
coming to my mouth but I
just couldn’t say them. Just
when I thought the night
was over and nothing new
could come out of it…
“Has a girl sucked you
before?” She asked.
My heart almost stopped
beating and my mouth was
wide open. I had intended to
feign surprise, but honestly
I was surprised. Chioma
was the first and only girl
to suck my dick, but Vickie
didn’t know about Chioma.
“No, but I’ve fantasized a
lot about it” I lied
“Hmmm, do you want me to
do it?” Vickie asked. I
thought she was crazy. I
was even beginning to
wonder if this was the real
Vickie or if it was a clone of
her asking me these things.
“Uhmmnn, well, yeah, but
we can’t do it right now
so…” I said.
“Who said we can’t? Come
joor, there’s an
uncompleted building before
we get to my house. Let’s
go there…” She said
“Who said we can’t? Come
joor, there’s an
uncompleted building before
we get to my house. Let’s
go there…” She said
I had told my mother I would
return as quickly as I could
before my dinner gets cold,
but getting on with what
Vickie had in mind for me
only meant I was entirely
shunning dinner for the
evening, Fuck Dinner!
The thoughts of Vickie’s
lips around my cock filled
my thoughts and killed
every food craving. By the
time we got to the
uncompleted building, it was
almost dark. Vickie took me
into one of the rooms which
didn’t have much grass on
it. We didn’t want to be
there engaging in sexual
pleasures while snakes
observed us. Vickie told me
to rest against the wall and
she went down and
unzipped my fly, reaching in
to grab my erecting penis
as it anticipated the warmth
of her mouth.
I held my hands against the
wall and let her do her
thing. Chioma’s blowjob had
been the sweetest thing to
me a few months ago, but
when Vickie started with
hers, I knew Chioma was
such a Learner.
Vickie’s tongue did all the
magic, twirling and slurping
all over my cock and
making me move my hips as
the sensation rocked my
entire body. I held her head
with both hands and
sometimes tried to push her
away when the sensations
became too much for one
penis to bear.
Her lips continued kissing,
licking and sucking on my
dick going back and forth,
literally trying to suck the
life out of it. While she
sucked, she moaned like
she was having the best
ice cream in the world.
When she realized that I
could no longer control the
movement of my hips and
how my cock plunged
deeper into her mouth, she
got up, quickly turned
around, raised her skirt,
pulled down her panty and
held my cock, directing it
into her coochie with an
expertise that got me
astounded, confused and
extremely pleasured at the
same time.
Just as her orifice slowly
swallowed the whole length
of my dick, the whole
Chioma-pregnancy incident
just popped into my brain
again, but the feel of my
dick inside the tightness
and warmth of Victoria’s
coochie at the time
overpowered me. I grabbed
her hips and pounded her
with all the vigour I could
muster. Her little “oohs”
and “aahs” simultaneously
sounding with the “pam…
pam…pam” sounds my hip
made every time it hit her
soft ass-cheeks. Before
long, I felt the coming of
that glorious orgasm once
more. It was so glorious,
that I reached in front and
grabbed Vickie’s boobs
while my dick thrust into
her at such speed I never
knew I had. The feeling was
beyond intense; my scream
tore through the darkness
of the night that had come
upon us.
My heart beat so fast that I
was afraid it would give up.
Vickie’s orifice was so wet
with the mixture of our
juices that I just let my dick
continue seeking entrance
into it even when I knew
the best part of the deed
was done. I think that day
was the very first day that
I realized I shared a love-
hate relationship with
orgasms.
After it had given me such
an exhilarating feeling, it
was gone, leaving me
wanting more, but not able
to get it. When Vickie was
all dressed up again, we
shared a small passionate
kiss, before she told me
goodbye and ran off to her
house. I just stood there
looking at her run as I
wondered who the girl was
and what she had done with
the Victoria that left for
boarding school.
