Although I was a virgin
at 21, my mind was already a book of porn. I've imagined all the
ribald and horrid things I’d do to the first lady that entered the
mouse trap that was my heart. Then came Valentine's day. A day filled
with all opportunities to love and lie emotionally-legal lies. To
love in truth or lie with all sincerity. Valentine's day is a day of
shower on all love or lusts in drought. A day to live out some or
most of your fantasies depending on resources, time and space. So, it
was February 14th that year and an opportunity for me to
live my fantasies, tell all the lies and reap the fruits of lust
thereof.
I have been dating this
sweet girl for less than three months, we started our supposed love
affair some weeks to Christmas and it survived through the harsh
financial climates of January with a bright hope of Valentine. But
time and space have denied us the opportunity to consummate raw
emotions beyond casual hugs once in a while. And then came
Valentine!
Several sleepless hours
of midnight calls have secured the time and venue for the celebration
of love. I saved all I had, starved myself and suffered my body with
the consolation that all the pent up emotion in me would be relieved.
I was prepared to give my angel the best in exchange for a rest for
my throbbing nerves.
Nothing could be
reassuring on a valentine day than a planned meeting in a lonely,
private place; a friend's place, home alone or any other venue that
ensure ambience for two. We agreed to a time out to an eatery in
town, then a lovely time together at a friend's place. Since we were
both in the university and living on campus, off campus was it!
I must have been prompted
out of bed by lust but love took over as the day unfolded. I went to
get a bouquet of roses and a superb hand-made card which came handy
as Val approached. I felt like a prince in shining armour as I
stepped out in my favourite outfit, doused in perfume headed for the
eatery. My joy knew no bound when I saw my angel stepped out of the
cab and cat-walked elegantly into the eatery and towards me with all
eyes in the eatery on her. I felt on top of the world!
We had a great time
eating, drinking and gisting, holding hands and laughing at silly
jokes. We took a cab to my friend's place and the tale will never end
as I live.
I let us in like the
owner of the apartment, tastefully furnished for a student's lodge.
We could barely hold ourselves as we got down kissing, hugging,
cuddling and pulling our articles of clothings off. I was ready for
my first experience into a woman, I wasn't sure it would be her
first; bros no time!
We were both half naked
when I had a rude knock on the door. I was startled but quickly
collected myself as a “man”. I strolled to the door and asked who
it was, before I could comprehend what the thick raging voices were
saying the door was on my face. As the guys stepped into the room and
saw my girl trying to fit herself into her tight-fitting jeans one of
them turned to me and gave me a upper-cut and a heavy left just above
my brow...I blacked out as flashes of all the colours that make
Valentine's day gushed through my sight.
I didn't come to life
until 3 hours after. I opened my eyes starring at a clinic wall with
several posters pasted on each other. The bigger poster has been
mutilated so it read in part “we treat but..” I asked myself “but
what”?.
I later learnt that my
angel was a sister to the kingpin of a very dreaded cult group on
campus and he had been silent about our relationship until he was
told I was laying his sister. He was the one that gave me the Mike
Tyson cut on my brow. It was a very serious lesson that kept me a
virgin until I graduated from the university.
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