Donigspain - S01 E71

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Donigspain - S01 E71

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 71

I went home that day knowing

fully that I just had an added

responsibility on my shoulders.

Was I prepared for the emotional

and psychological involvement?

That was certainly a question I

never considered before taking

up this herculean task. What if

her clan of ’friends’ rises up

against me? That was an option I

left unattended before jumping

into the shoes of Superman. The

inner purpose and urge to re-

orientate Commy had clouded my

sense of reason. I had let my

instincts to have an upper hand

in my decision to play a lead role

in her life without first weighing

the possible consequences. We

should always try to assess the

possible impact of our actions

before carrying them out even

when we feel we are on the right

track. Human feelings alone do

not provide enough foundation

that will guarantee a safe impact

of our actions.

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Mike was at my house when I

returned from my date with

Commy. He complained to having

tried my number several times

but could not get through. I

checked my phone and

discovered it was off.

“E be like say my battery don

die,” I explained to him.

We went outside and sat at the

verandah from where we

watched as boys and girls who

had gone for Sunday outings

trooped home. Need I say that

since after the ‘backstabbing’

experience from Mike I have tried

a great deal to always keep my

serious relationships a safe

distance from his knowledge

even till this day. A wise saying

goes thus: ‘Once Beaten Twice

Shy’. I need not experience such

trauma for the second time. I

don’t know if I can let it slide

without putting of a devilish

revenge scheme. I still have the

two horned minions sometimes

remind me of his unfriendly act

which they always try to make

me revenge. But the closeness

we have is so much that I can’t

afford to hurt him. Each of us is

naturally wired to seek revenge

but maturity is to know who and

when to let go.

We stayed outside discussing

what every other young guys do

– girls. He kept narrating his

various sexcapades and

conquers.

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Commy and I met on the 25th of

December just as we had earlier

scheduled but this time she had

to come. I was at Mike’s house

when she called to know where

she would be meeting with me. I

directed her to Mike’s house. All

members of Mike’s family but

Mike had travelled home on the

24th for Christmas. The house

was all his pending when he

decides to make his own journey

to the village. I stood outside in

wait for Commy who I had given

directions over the phone. It was

not difficult for her to locate

Mike’s house since we all lived in

the same Ndiegoro

neighbourhood though in

different streets. I led here into

the house when she arrived. She

was looking quite young but I

was comforted with the false

information she gave me of her

age and so when Mike asked in

private what I was doing with

such a young girl I was relaxed

enough to explain that she was

of age even though she had a

younger look.

.

“Spain, the person wey I dey see

so never reach 18 years,” Mike

had complained.

“Guy, forget dat tin. Na she tell

me say she don reach 18 years

and I gats believe her since dem

no born we two the same day,” I

defended.

“Okay oh! No talk say I no tell you

ooo!” He insisted though in

resignation.

.

Mike bought us two bottles of

Malt drink as welcome

refreshment. We all sat and

watched a musical video while

sipping the ice cold bottle of

drink. It was my idea for him to

search the length and breadth of

their street until he finds a ‘dead’

cold drink. You all already know

the reason for going for such

temperature. The sedative

powers of such drink within the

subzero temperature range is

unexplainable. The relaxing effect

is a welcome development in the

field of male seduction. After a

while Mike excused himself from

the room. He said he wanted to

take his bath.

“Guy dis wan you wan baf so n

aim be say you go come out in

the next two hours,” I had joked

as he made to leave.

“You suppose know say I dey

always like to take time to wash

my body na,” he had replied

before closing the door behind

him.

I purposely said that as an

indirect way of telling Commy

that she was as safe as

anywhere and that the room

belonged to us at the moment. It

will help her to be more relaxed

knowing the possibility of having

intrusions is near zero.

.

“I think it’s time!” I said while

exhaling.

“Time for what?” Commy asked

in confusion.

“Time for the promised kiss,” I

answered with a smile.

.

Commy smiled shyly while

relaxing her back on the sofa.

The body language exhibited

passed a ‘carry go’ signal. I

romantically took a sip from my

bottle of Malt drink in order to

mask any funny breadth that

might have built up from the dry

fasting I had observed earlier

that day. It was the day Christ

was born as a family ritual we

were expected to fast until after

the short church service

traditionally held every 25th of

December. So I took the sip just

to be on the safe side against the

ceremonial mouth odour that

normally accompanied dry

fasting.

I drifted towards her a little with

my right hand travelling around

her long neck. I ran my fingers

from her neck to her ear lobes

while tickling her all the way. By

now she was melting under my

touch with the electric signals I

was sending into her spine and

brain. I knew I had to be on my

best performance if I’m to

convince her that the male

experience is better and more

natural. My left hand walked its

way to her chest where it found

succor in the abode of two fully

developed soft tissues and it

wasted no time before

wandering hither thither all

around the region. Commy’s

head was now resting on my

long arm with her eyes closed. I

would slip in three of my fingers

into her bra, stimulate and

romance her n!pples alternating

between the two pointed

pinnacles while my right

phalanges continued performing

their constitutional obligations all

over her side neck and ear

region.

I did this for sometime before I

brought my lips to the other side

of her neck facing me. I let out

gentle wind from my nasal

breath to inform her that my

mouth is within reach. I needed

to take her deeper into the world

of imagination and fantasies as I

know these play a major role in

sekxual satisfaction especially as

she had her eyes closed. I began

to give her soft pecks here and

there while maintaining my

earlier activities. My moves where

driving her real crazy as I could

hear low moans escaping her

mouth.

‘Arrhw, nmmmm, ohhh’ was all

her mouth could mutter as I

continued displaying my talent

which I was presently utilizing in

defense of the entirety of

anything male in within this

water planet.

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I kissed from her neck to her left

earlobe and then to her cheek

before I finally anchored on her

lips. She received my arrival with

a warmth reception. We kissed

passionately right there in Mike’s

family sitting room. The heat of

the kiss increasing with every

‘piout’ sound we made. She was

literally heated after over fifteen

minutes of intense romance. I

did almost all the work as she

had virtually melted into my

hands. I never was concerned

with my own satisfaction since I

was the one who had something

to prove. I saw it more as a

project than a mutual emotional

obligation.

Mike came back few minutes

after the kissing session had

ended. He sure must have

suspected something because

the atmosphere had changed.

Even our eyes had changed their

natural colours. Anyways, it was

expected. We chatted together

for some time before I saw her

off. Our next meeting will be the

next year after we had all

returned from our villages after

the Christmas and New Year

celebrations.

.

I called Ifeoma that night and we

spoke for a long time. She had

travelled to the village. I

remember she had pleaded with

me to come and keep her

company at a beauty shop where

she was having her hair plaited

in the ‘twisting’ style that was

reigning at that time but I had

declined with the excuse that it

was ‘somehow’ for me, a guy, to

go sit amongst girls while her

hair is being plaited. I know

some guys do that and I can’t

judge them whether it’s right or

wrong. To one his choice.

Besides, I will also be expected to

buy her and her friends some

‘eatables’ and ‘drinkables’ while

keeping her company if she was

to be seen as having the ‘correct’

guy. Who knows, they might

stretch it to me having to pay for

her hair at a time I was as broke

as Zacheus after his meeting

with Jesus. I would have gladly

done the latter if I had some

money on me. Though she was

not happy that I refused coming

to keep her company but there

was nothing she could have

done about it. She even said

something about me not having

to worry about paying for her

hair if that was why I refused

coming because her uncle had

given her enough to cater for it.

Oh my Ifeoma, the ever

understanding sweet heart. She

didn’t even ask for Christmas

‘allowance’ which is the first

thing an Aba girl will request for

immediately the month of

December arrived.

I apologized for my

shortcomings with a promise to

make it up to her whenever

things changed for the better

before we said goodnight to

each other. It’s a promise I still

hold very close to my heart even

onto this day whether it finally

works out between us or not.

She will always hold a special

spot in my heart. I even

reassured her of this standing

promise a few days ago (a pinch

into the future for you guys).

The year ended on a good note

with me travelling to the village

on the 26th of December. The

next year held great events more

than the previous years put

together.