Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 23
It was my second semester in the University. I was determined to graduate with good grades, so I always attended classes and was diligent with my studies. I didn’t have time for girls.
I was also kinda anonymous. It was 100L so all students of the Faculty of Science usually had their lectures together ‘cos we all offered same courses.
We were also many. That made some annoying students that stayed in the school hostel come to class as early as 5am to ‘book’ the front seats of the hall, especially when we had a class by 8am or 9am.
It was the beginning of second semester, so while I still remained anonymous, some other guys and ladies had already defined their identities in their respective departments and the faculty as a whole.
We already knew the handsome guys, the pretty chicks, the brains, the brawns, the jerks, the jocks, the ‘cashy’, the cashless, the cultists, the skinny, the chubby, the macho e.t.c
Virtually everyone had an identity, except of course, myself and few others like me. I was an unknown, anonymous, a ‘jew’.
There was a particular course, MTH 112, which had to do with Differentiation and Integration (Further Mathematics) which I didn’t understand previously ‘cos I had always detested mathematics. But I realized that the lecturer taking the course took it in such a way that everyone could easily understand it. He usually said he doesn’t lecture, but he teaches. I usually made it a duty to always be at the front seat when he taught so as to grasp every word coming from his mouth.
That morning, we had the class by 8am so I asked a friend who stayed in the school hostel to ‘book’ a ‘front page’ seat for me. Unknown to me, the seat was already booked by a ‘mod’ in one of the departments in the faculty.
It was 7:30am. I had already sat in the previously booked space trying to glance through my notes. A lady was sitting beside me on my left. We previously had an argument on who booked the seat first. My friend said he did first and she said her friend did first. Since it was my friend and I against her, the odds were in our favor and so I sat.
It was some minutes to 8am. The lecturer had still not arrived. I was still glancing through my notes when I realized someone was standing before me. She was asking her friend, ‘Who is this imp seating on my seat?’, eyeing me from head to toe.
I looked up and saw who it was. It was Esse. Among all the ladies in the faculty, Esse was popular and was at least among the first five when it came to beauty. She was about 5.8” tall and with what I call onshore and offshore dichotomy. Where onshore refers to the ‘frontside’ and offshore refers to the backside. This babe was just too complete. All guys were drooling over her. Everyone (excluding me of course) including some lecturers wanted to go out with Esse. I didn’t know if she was dating anyone. Here she was calling me an imp….
I looked up and saw who it was. It was Esse. Among all the ladies in the faculty, Esse was at least among the first five when it came to beauty. She was about 5.8” tall and with what I call onshore and offshore dichotomy. Where onshore refers to the ‘frontside’ and offshore refers to the backside. This babe was just too complete. All guys were drooling over her. Everyone (excluding me of course) including some lecturers wanted to go out with Esse. I didn’t know if she was dating anyone. Here she was calling me an imp….
I looked up at her for seconds and concentrated back on my book. Since she noticed I didn’t make any statement, she began banging the desk, requesting that I get up from her seat.
:o You bring chair come from your papa house???
I still didn’t make any statement. She was making so much noise that it drew the attention of other students.
:o See season film
There is this intermolecular force that attracts students to these kind of scenes. Before I knew what was happening, students were milling around trying to get a glimpse of what was going on.
Some girls thrive on such attention. She saw I was still calm. I guess that was not the reaction she wanted from me, so she grabbed my shirt.
:o Huh :o
I was already provoked with all her theatricals. But her latest action threw my patience off the edge. In rage, I stood up abruptly and raised up my hand to slap her! Immediately I heard my mum’s voice, ‘Dioxidane, please don’t!’.
I don’t know if it’s the voice I heard or something else, but I know my hand got stuck in the air. I was breathing heavily now, ‘cos I was enraged and trying to contain it.
I brought down my hand, took off her hand, packed my books and left the hall with all eyes trailing me……
Of course, such news travels like wild fire. In just those few minutes I starred in that ‘movie’, I went from being the ‘Anonymous guy’ to ‘That guy wey Esse wan beat’ or ‘That guy wey Esse jack im shirt’. Esse was already popular, so her actions acted as a catalyst in making me popular.
I also got positive ‘reviews’. Some said I was a ‘man’ since I had the ability to restrain myself.
Rumors started spreading around that I was a cultist. Some were saying I would organize guys to beat up Esse.
I don’t know if it’s what she heard about me or that she felt remorse for what she did, but I noticed she started acting friendly towards me. She smiled when she saw me, but me on the other hand, didn’t give a d--n about her.
My friend and I were talking in class one day while waiting for a lecturer when Esse came and told my friend to please excuse her that she wanted to talk to me. I told him to sit where he was, but a shy guy that he was, he couldn’t refuse the request of a pretty lady, so he got up and left.
Me: Or is this one of the seats you brought from your father’s house? :-\
Esse: Dioxidane please…
Me: Oh, so you now know my name…
Esse: Dioxidane please don’t make this more difficult than it already is for me… I’m really sorry about what happened that day, I didn’t know what came over me…
Me: I’ve heard… :-\
Esse: Does that mean I’m forgiven?
Me: Seriously??? You expect me to forgive you after embarrassing me in the presence of everyone, right? You feel just because you are bla bla bla and bla bla bla that gives you the right to do that? Lemme tell you, you are nothing compared to babes I’ve dealt with and bla bla bla…
I didn’t know where I got all the words that were coming from my mouth, but I knew I was giving her the tongue-lashing of her life. I looked into her eyes and realized that tears were already gathering in it. The tears began dropping gradually and she started sobbing. I stopped the tongue lashing….
So you no even get mind before :-\
Me: Why are you crying now?
Esse: Still sobbing
Me: Stop this, people are beginning to notice…
I offered her my handkerchief and she used it to wipe her tears. After calming down, I asked her why she was crying and she told me no one had ever talk to her the way I did
Na you know :-\
I told her I had nothing to lose, so I had to express my feelings, especially after what she did to me. She apologized profusely and I finally accepted.
The lecturer finally came and we sat together throughout the lectures for that day……
The next morning, I woke up rehearsing the lines I was going to use in asking Esse out. I had never rehearsed lines before, but I just had to ‘cos I had previous fidgeted when I wanted to ask her out which led to my postponing it several times. Today, this must happen!
I saw Esse in school that day and she informed me of a birthday party I was to accompany her to that evening.
Ah an, so we no go meet for our private spot today… :'(
Evening came and I accompanied her to the birthday party. There were so many side attractions. The one that nearly caused a raucous was the devils basket.
A lady was called out and told to point any guy out. She pointed me out. She was to pick a piece of paper from the basket and carry out the instructions on the paper. Anyone who refused to comply would drop 5K.
In my mind I was praying that it should be that she would have to kiss me or give me a BJ since she was quite pretty. I was excited that it could be anyone of the two.
Esse was visibly angry, but she didn’t voice it out.
The lady read the content of the paper and it was, ‘Strip your partner na*ked!’.
** :o Huh??? Like Seriously??? Only stripping, no BJ???’
I didn’t have up to 5K on me. I had about 3K. I noticed Esse was not happy about this. Since I didn’t have the money, and it’s not like I had a bad physic, I surrendered my myself.
I just stood like a statue. The lady began gyrating to the music while unbuttoning my shirt. She completely unbuttoned it and sensually pulled it off me. I was left with my singlet. She was still gyrating while taking it off also.
My mamba couldn’t bear such sights and teasing. It was already being activated. She took off the singlet amidst cheers from the crowd. I looked towards Esse and realized she was really infuriated now.
She began slowly unbuckling my belt. She did this slowly while caressing my already activated mamba. It was obvious that it was already rockhard. She slowly pulled down my jean trousers after which she began gyrating and rocking me.