Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

8 years ago

Story: True Life Story Of An Addict

The programme ended in my mind immediately I saw Mary. I lost all my gentlemanliness. As in, it was so obvious that I wasn’t myself. She was dressed in all white gown with a touch of red. She sat comfortably 3 seats away from mine. I felt too heavy to move because of her presence. I couldn’t help it. She looked so gorgeous and radiant. I didn’t even realise that I was sweating profusely eventhough I was sitting directly opposite a gigantic standing fan. I was savouring her beauty when I felt someone tapped my shoulder, “Bros, dem don dey call you since now.” The programme coord had been calling me to say the opening prayer but couldn’t hear him. My mind, my heart and all of my being was about Mary. Hope say this girl no go kill me sha? I enthused.

I muttered some words sha, and I sat down. Like I said, the programme ended immediately I saw Mary. So, for the rest of the time I was seated there, na only my body dey there. My mind was somewhere else. I couldn’t wait to get out.

Finally, the prog ended. I quickly stood up before the ‘grace’ was shared. When I turned, one of the youth excos was already standing next to me. He whispered in my ears and said, “Brother, I would like to see you for a brief chat.” Brief wetin? Nooooooooo. Bros free me abeg. “Can’t it wait till some other time?” I asked. “No sir”, he replied. Se wahala. When I turned around, Mary had left the church. “Jezz! What a missed opportunity. Who knows when I’m going to see her again?” I thought within myself.

Reluctantly, I followed the brother. He spent 30mins talking but to me, it was as if he was in slow motion…

At some stage, I thought he was speaking backwards. Physically I was there with him but my mind was away. The only thing I heard him say was, “So, that’s all brother.” “Ok sir. Thanks. I’ll think about it. Bye”, I replied, as if I heard what he has been saying.

I left church that evening a little sad. Sad because I passed up the chance of finding answer to that mysterious “1 4 3-ish” and also to confront Mary and ask her what’s going on. I wobbled home that day. All who greeted me received little or no response. I got home dejected and Nepa didn’t help matter. They struck immediately I stepped into the compound. I began to rain curse on them so much that my neighbours were wondering if it was me or not. The one who had the gut to calm me received the shock of his life. I was annoyed and intensed.

I brought out my phone for little illumination. Before I got to my door, I sniffed the perfume again, the smell I know so well. When I lift up head, standing in front of my door was a figure I had seen in church: MARY. Jezz! I almost fainted. My heartbeat increased immediately at a pace that even Usain Bolt won’t dare to compete with. Truly, this girl is toying with me.

Mary? “Sir”, she replied. I querried, “Why have you decided to hurt me Mary? What have I done to…” Before I could finish my sentence, she place a finger on my lips and whispered, “sssssshhhhh. Open your door. I have few minutes to spend here.” Her words melt my heart. As if I’m under the power of a remote control, I stopped talking and unlocked the door to my apartment. I dropped my stuffs and rushed to power the generator on. I came back inside to see something? Hmmmm! Mary had removed her gown to reveal a pink tube and pant. At this point, I don’t know if I should scream or run away. Like seriously, I have never seen a lady in that stuff except in movies. But here is Mary standing infront of me almost unclad.

She walked up to me and whispered, “This is our night. I need you.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Is this Mary or someone else? How can a 17yr old girl be saying this? I was fully ready to resist her overtures in my mind but my body betrayed me, especially my third leg! At this point, she started kissing me again. This time, more passionately and seriously. “Mary wait…wait…wait. First, what is the meaning of 1 4 3? And second, what have you refused to talk to me almost a month?” I summoned courage to ask. After some moments of silence, she replied, “Well, 1 4 3 is what I’m about to prove to you. It means I love you. I decided to test you if you truly meant all you said when you wooed me.”

Ladies and gentlemen, that was all I needed to hear. The rest was history. There is no gainsaying, Mary had the skills well above her age. During the stuff (well, I may not write sexually explicit contents for now), she confessed that this was her second attempt in sexual related stuff. “Then how did you know so much?” I asked. “Well, I watch so much of Adult Movies and read a whole lot of love novels.” This shocking revelation marvelled me. Truly, teenagers of this generation know so much. If you’re parent and you’re reading this, talk to your children, reason with them, be their friend. They know so much that you’ld be shocked.

Well, that’s none of my concern me that moment. Hey, not that I was that mean o. Atleast, I still have some sense of moral consciousness in me. But for my third leg, I would have resisted her. Anyway sha, we did it. Mary was skillful and strong. She endured two hours of my unschooled sexual life. That was my first real sexual experience. I said real because the one that happened when I was age 5-6 wasn’t cons£nsu@l. She made me do it. And hey, what does a 5yr old kid know about s*x huh?

From that time one, almost everyday, I received sexaul tutorials: both theory and practical. Mary opened the floodgates of s*x to me. Since then, I never stopped. It was pleasurable until, sadly, she gained admission into university. This brought absolute end to our sexcapedes. We still talk and chat but sexually, in her words, “We are done.”

To Be Continued…