Diary of a pastor’s son - S01 E10

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Diary of a pastor’s son - S01 E10

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

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Two weeks later, the bandages were all gone but the scars were still there each time I looked in the mirror. The pains were gone too and I could freely walk anywhere. The house was now left with my Aunt, his son, Aramide, and I. It felt like a new experience in absence of Biola who had gone back to school. I was faced with more house chores except cooking, which was taken care of by my Aunt, and sometimes, Aramide. Aside from housework, I was useful to my Aunt on her cassava farm.

One night, Bukola seemed to be in good mood. She finally remembered to text back, and the content of her messages was complaints. She was angry I didn’t inform her while leaving for Ibadan, and even when she called, I didn’t pick up. I tried apologizing politely but she seemed not interested. She thought I was going to continue begging her and possibly pet her like I had been doing the earlier days she was snubbing my texts. I didn’t stress myself trying to convince, and that actually got her pissed off. She blocked me.

Days later, I finally went with Aramide to the market. Ogunpa market; around Dugbe Alawo axis of Ibadan North Local Government Area. The market bubbled with loud noise from far and near. There were several shops at every angle. Bigger shops look more attractive. The hawkers were shouting to sell their goods. All in the quest to attract customers by singing praises of their goods due to the competition they face—because several hawkers were selling the same commodities.

Instead of buying a few clothes as I had earlier planned, I changes my mind, since my father promised to waybill some of my clothes after I told them my plans to stay back here. I bought new underwear instead. I needed to replace them badly. Some of my boxers were torn and old.

It was really very pleasant to walk around Ogunpa market that particular evening with Aramide. It’s a place where one could get valuable experiences.

Later that evening when we got home, that same voice came again and this time, it went this way, “Femi, just like you have changed your physical garment by replacing your old underwear, you also need to change the filthy garment spiritually, and that’s the old you, which you need to put aside. You’re not entirely free until you confess all your sins.”

I became restless. I wished there was a way I could stop hearing the voice. For real, I was getting tired of it. How do I possibly confess my sins before my father who was a pastor? That man would skin me alive. He might even ask me to fast for twenty-one days. I was so not comfortable hearing that calm voice anymore. It was beginning to irritate me as I lay on the bed.

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I received a WhatsApp message from Biola. She was just texting for the first time since she went back to school. I was annoyed by her ‘I don’t care attitude’ which I told her. She apologized and promised she would make it up to me. After like a minute of chit-chat, Biola said she would be coming back to Ibadan the next day. I was shocked but she explained further. She said her school was on strike and she can’t stay anymore hoping for the call-off which seemed like it won’t happen anytime soon. She sounded frustrated with the several emoji that accompanied her texts. With the conversation, I felt like I was going to meet my girlfriend the next day. I was waiting the night to pass.

Morning came, and I was expecting to see Biola sooner. She said she’d come around noon or thereafter. So I was waiting. It was later around 2 pm when Biola arrived in Ibadan. She wore blue denim with a bottle-green colored t-shirt, and she looked so beautiful. I was wowed by what I saw. She came and hugged me.

We spent time together. We talked and gossiped, and she was very upset with the ongoing strike.

Later in the evening, she asked me to go with her to her brother’s house, which according to her wasn’t far from my Aunt’s house. Hope you haven’t forgotten who Biola was? And what she was to me? She still had another brother in Ibadan aside from my late Aunt’s husband. She was the only girl in a family of four boys.

I was excited when she said we would be going to see her brother. I had wanted to visit places. I quickly wore my clothes and soon we were ready to go. Nobody was at home then, so we drooped the key under the foot match outside. My Aunt went to market, and Aramide was yet to come back from school with Segun, my Aunt’s son.

After we got to her brother’s apartment. Biola reached where he was, and they hugged each other. He was delighted to see us. His face seemed familiar and when I tried to recall where we first met, he reminded me we met during the burial. We exchanged pleasantries in Yoruba language. He said his name was Gbenga. He was Biola’s youngest brother. Biola was the youngest among his four brothers. I guess Gbenga should be in his late twenties. He was staying in a one-bedroom apartment. There was no food, so Biola made a fast one; she cooked noodles and eggs. We all dined ogether and watered our bellies with soft chilled drinks. Gbenga paid for all that we ate that evening.

Towards 8 pm, Gbenga said he was going to Lagos to buy goods. It was their usual routine of going to market during the night. He was into house curtains and their fittings. We wished him safe travel as he was about to leave the house. Gbenga left his key with us. So it was just Biola and I in his apartment. It was late already, so Biola suggested we sleep over and leave the next day. Before then, she called my Aunt on the phone and informed her of our whereabouts.

Biola: Femi, I’m so tired now. I need to sleep. It’s nice seeing you again and your bandages are no more.

Me: Thank you. I’m glad to have you around again.

We went to the bedroom and it was just a small bed. So I said, sleep on the bed, let me sleep on the floor. She obliged and we slept.

After an hour, I started feeling cold. It seemed it would rain and the weather was chilling outside. I thought I could man up enough and absorb the cold but it was increasing with every passing minute.

Biola: Femi, ain’t you feeling this cold. I’m even freezing here, she announced to my comfort. As if she knew what I was going through. So we both slept on the same bed. She was shivering and there was no duvet cover nor blanket in the bed. The bed was only covered with a bed sheet.

Biola was getting close to me and at a point, she hugged me totally. I was asleep but still, it was okay for me.

Biola soon moved her face towards me, and she was sleeping on my hand by resting her head on it. Unknowingly or perhaps intentionally, our lips connected. I was still sleeping but we both were kissing constantly.

At last, our eyes opened and we kissed passionately! For ten minutes, we kissed and then we left each other for some air.

We got up and looked at each other. She told me to lock the main door and lock the room door too. I did it and by that time, Biola was without her t-shirt and denim!

I came, and I was awestruck to see the beauty in front of me. She looked at me and got below the sheet. I quickly removed my shirt and got under the sheet. We kissed and now it was a mad-kissing.

I was exploring Biola’s body with my hands and loved the curve of her waist. I removed her bra passionately. She was fully reciprocating and removing my shorts and feeling my cock in her hand.

Biola stroked my d*ck and took it all inside her mouth! I was awestruck by her act. I had never done it before and she made me explode in her mouth. She went down and came back after cleaning herself. She lead my mouth to her dangling boobs and made me feed on them. She was in the seventh heaven and she came after 15 minutes. It was really awesome when she climaxed. I was looking at her.

Then I held her in my hand and took her to bed. I started to suck Biola’s boobs again and she was in the mood again. And now I wanted to feel my d*ck in her. Biola whispered in my ear and told me to put it inside her.

In the same position, I tried to put it in but failed. So, Biola guided my d*ck, and it went inside her in a single, strong push. I was able to see her face. She was in pain but very happy at the same time.

I kissed her and started to stroke her gently. Biola was getting at the same pace as me and getting into the same rhythm with me. The feeling was something words can’t express. It was my first time.

Biola wrapped her legs beside my waist, and it was really making me hornier. She kept on begging me to hit her harder and she started to moan. The feeling was so intense that I breathed heavily. After some minutes, I suddenly felt the urge to pee, And before I could say, Jack, I had emptied the content all over her body.