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My First Time
We had just moved into a new neighborhood and just like the junks we tossed behind, I left the few friends I had. Starting over in a new place was a great challenge for a teenager with the least social skills.
Over the next few months, I would stay up in my room after school and pry with the first binoculars I saved up to buy. There wasn't much to do- only son amidst three girls, dad came home from work on weekends and mum had enough on her hands too. So I tried to make the best of a lifetime I had to spend in the new place.
It was a hot afternoon, I had just gotten back from school and the same routine was put to effect; jump on the bed, stare at the torn pages of an old adult magazine I picked from one of the boxes in the store(obviously whoever had it must had outgrown the explicit images but it certainly played a great part in edging off the stress built up in my lower area), look through my binoculars at females walking back and forth the busy street till the evening hinders my view, eat dinner and sleep afterwards.
But this day was different from the commonly occurring events, right across the street a storage van pulled over in front of a vacant apartment; new neighbors were moving in. The couple seemed happy and anxious to move into their new home but the sight wasn't my usual epic scene so I shifted my angle back on the busy street but my intuition urged me to look back at the new neighbors and there she was; their daughter, reluctant to come down from the van just like my first time in the new place - She was a fair skinned petite female with her hair pulled back into a pony tail, she wore a pink top and a tight short skirt rightly fitted for her attractively shaped figure. Even as she wore discontent on her innocent face, she still looked pleasant in sight. My rich but dirty imagination rushed like a motion of light and I zoomed in further to get a better view.
Over the weeks, I would hurry down from school as I found myself a new hobby; her room was directly opposite mine and I would pry even when she was asleep, she was like an enigma I needed to decipher. I mean everything about her was inexplicable. She stayed up in her room all day watching TV and reading novels, sometimes she spent hours on phone but what really puzzled me was the way she lived, like she knew she was being watched. She would take considerable time in taking off her clothes in a slow, appealing way as described in the few romance novels I read and that moment when she's about to let down her underwear, she would turn off the light, then the light came back on and she's wrapped in towel. I often fantasized about her and drew a complete image beyond the obvious I often saw. In no time, I knew her routine, her favorite TV show, her preferred color and every gesture she made; you guessed it, I knew what they meant. More than ever, I spent basically all day in my room looking through the small opening in my curtain and when I heard footsteps approach, I had my table set already with books so I quickly resumed to my pseudo-reading.
I remember vividly, I had just finished my final exam and I was home all through the week so I took a stroll to a friend's place. On my way back, I saw her wrestling with the gate, the padlock won't open and she seemed frustrated so I reached out to help, "you stay opposite right? " she said with a smile and in anxiety I replied "no I stay over there,” pointing to my house directly opposite hers, she looked confused and added "yes I know, that's opposite," then my senses came back to life and I affirmed in a retiring way. The gate finally opened after trying the several keys in the bunch, she apparently wasn't patient enough to pick the right one so I turned around and was about leaving then I summoned my courage and asked for her number, I wasn't with a phone so she called out the number and I sang the figures quietly on my way home. I often looked back and our gazes matched every time. I had the greatest feeling that afternoon.
Here goes the tricky part. I let my imagination of the short moment with her take the better of me so when I finally had my phone to type the numbers, I had forgotten some of the figures. I wouldn't forgive myself if I got the numbers wrong so I spent most of the day trying every possible combination, it was already evening then I figured what's the worst that could happen, I would probably call and wake up a grandma in the neighborhood so I punched in the numbers and was lucky enough the call led to her, “I knew you were a smart one," she answered with a chuckle. (You don't say! only if she knew how my pea sized brain battled to keep the numbers in.) "Yes a lot of people tell me that, “I retorted. Thank God for the cheap tariffs introduced to us "night-crawlers," we spent the rest of the night catching up."
That lengthy call that night was the start of what I wouldn't call a relationship but a sort of intimacy. We grew closer as the days passed and we often snuck out at nights to meet each other behind the fence and what was the mission? To kiss and make out till our lips were swollen. For some unclear reasons, we never spoke of dating but I really wanted her as my girl and although we became close I still couldn't reach to my courage to confess this desire but I knew one way or another, I would figure it out. What started off as an act of prying emerged into a teenage romance so to speak, my ego rapidly improved from zero to hundred, my friends often envied me dating the hottest girl in the neighborhood(at least that was what they thought). I went to bed happy and woke up happier with an assurance I was going to see her. She simply matched my fantasies.
My First time:
The intimacy between us spread through both families, our parents became friends and my sisters with their cousins so it was a family friendship but we both benefited from it more than anyone else. There was a family occasion both houses had to attend out of the city, naturally we were all meant to go but she hinted me how boring it would be and I was easily convinced so we both faked fever and they were compelled to leave us behind; she with their maid but I didn't have problem staying home alone; it wasn't my first.
It was almost 4pm; the maid had gone to see her lover; the estate gateman and she often stayed hours when the moment begged for it so the coast was clear. Her call came in and she asked me to come over to her house also informing me about the maid's absence. I hurried to her house, up the stairs and to her room, I knocked and she invited me in. We fooled around a little bit and she held my hands and pulled me to the bed after a short while, we kissed and stroked passionately for few minutes then she stood up and brought out a box from underneath her bed, I thought she had a surprise for me but what she brought out startled but also surprised me. She held a condom in her hand and asked "do you know how to use this?" I cleared my throat repeatedly and muttered "Yes I do... No not really but... I have seen it in movies" she threw the condom at me and slowly undressed herself, there was a surge of electric impulse rushing through my whole body and you could see my limbs tremble as I stared at her, thoughts flooded my mind " Is this real? Am I being set up? What if someone comes in?” but there she was, seemly as befits an expert. I excused myself to the bathroom holding the condom as I sat on the toilet seat still figuring out what to do but then she knocked asking if I was okay so I quickly took my clothes off but I had my briefs on and walked to the bed where she laid on her chest naked.
I was clearly vibrating so she pulled me to the bed and kissed me all over, she buried her head between my legs and I could see stars at noon, she obviously knew what she was doing and it was evident she wasn't a first timer like me. She tore open the condom and slowly wore it for me, she rested to the bed pulling me on top of her and we got to the quite complicated part, I had seen several episodes of "The garden man and the mistress xxx" and it appeared quite easy for Enrique to figure out where to stick his "male device” but for me that evening, it was harder than algebra; I wandered about trying to get in and I stood up couple of times to get a better view like a dart trying to hit a target but she saved me the struggle and guided my not so impressive pintle in; my pulse raised, eyes widened, my hair literally stood atop my bumped skin. A huge sigh accompanied by pleasure eased out of me, I could feel virtually all my senses come alive but leaving behind my thinking faculty; one moment I was scared anyone could walk in and the next minute Michael Jackson's "you rock my world" kept playing in my head. I couldn't coordinate my movements well enough but If I had learnt anything from the series of adult magazines and explicit movies I often saw, it was pace; don't be in a hurry to go nowhere so I took my time or at least that was what I thought I did. She constantly reminded me of how beautiful her eyes were and asked not to shift my gaze away from them but I definitely had my reason for looking away in the first place - with eyes as hers, you don't want to stare at them too long during the act, they ordinarily will cause a significant bump between your legs just staring at her walk by the street so no good could come out from gazing at the alluring eyes- I tried drawing mental images of an ugly betty in my head so I could last one more minute but after a number of strokes and consistently seeking validations of my struggle and a loud cry to inform her of my arrival "I'm coming! I’m coming!” I blew out with a couple of jerks and vibrations.
She held my head on her chest as I caught my breath and whispered into my ear "that was awesome,” well a part of me felt victorious and the other rained on my parade just as I checked the time from the wall clock hung in the room, it was few minutes after 4pm which technically meant that I only lasted 5 minutes, give or take some seconds. But it seemed like forever!
I related my experience with my peers the following day and as expected, I definitely added a couple scenarios to my encounter just to make better the event before my friends. Months had passed and for some reasons I wasn't aware of, she resented me; well maybe because she had liberated the coarse nature of a typical teenager and I paid less attention to her but to the numerous tight skirted females I had discovered in the neighborhood. A year had gone and it suddenly felt like we never happened, we both got into our desired universities and we only saw when school was on break. We passed by each other like strangers and it all seemed like the sex was a great mistake; my ego won't let me reach out to her and she clearly carried around an indignation I couldn’t not question. As the years grew, so did the space between us further out, they eventually moved out of the estate but the role she played in my clarion call to puberty couldn't be left unsaid.
© Babatomiwa Seriki
Over the next few months, I would stay up in my room after school and pry with the first binoculars I saved up to buy. There wasn't much to do- only son amidst three girls, dad came home from work on weekends and mum had enough on her hands too. So I tried to make the best of a lifetime I had to spend in the new place.
It was a hot afternoon, I had just gotten back from school and the same routine was put to effect; jump on the bed, stare at the torn pages of an old adult magazine I picked from one of the boxes in the store(obviously whoever had it must had outgrown the explicit images but it certainly played a great part in edging off the stress built up in my lower area), look through my binoculars at females walking back and forth the busy street till the evening hinders my view, eat dinner and sleep afterwards.
But this day was different from the commonly occurring events, right across the street a storage van pulled over in front of a vacant apartment; new neighbors were moving in. The couple seemed happy and anxious to move into their new home but the sight wasn't my usual epic scene so I shifted my angle back on the busy street but my intuition urged me to look back at the new neighbors and there she was; their daughter, reluctant to come down from the van just like my first time in the new place - She was a fair skinned petite female with her hair pulled back into a pony tail, she wore a pink top and a tight short skirt rightly fitted for her attractively shaped figure. Even as she wore discontent on her innocent face, she still looked pleasant in sight. My rich but dirty imagination rushed like a motion of light and I zoomed in further to get a better view.
Over the weeks, I would hurry down from school as I found myself a new hobby; her room was directly opposite mine and I would pry even when she was asleep, she was like an enigma I needed to decipher. I mean everything about her was inexplicable. She stayed up in her room all day watching TV and reading novels, sometimes she spent hours on phone but what really puzzled me was the way she lived, like she knew she was being watched. She would take considerable time in taking off her clothes in a slow, appealing way as described in the few romance novels I read and that moment when she's about to let down her underwear, she would turn off the light, then the light came back on and she's wrapped in towel. I often fantasized about her and drew a complete image beyond the obvious I often saw. In no time, I knew her routine, her favorite TV show, her preferred color and every gesture she made; you guessed it, I knew what they meant. More than ever, I spent basically all day in my room looking through the small opening in my curtain and when I heard footsteps approach, I had my table set already with books so I quickly resumed to my pseudo-reading.
I remember vividly, I had just finished my final exam and I was home all through the week so I took a stroll to a friend's place. On my way back, I saw her wrestling with the gate, the padlock won't open and she seemed frustrated so I reached out to help, "you stay opposite right? " she said with a smile and in anxiety I replied "no I stay over there,” pointing to my house directly opposite hers, she looked confused and added "yes I know, that's opposite," then my senses came back to life and I affirmed in a retiring way. The gate finally opened after trying the several keys in the bunch, she apparently wasn't patient enough to pick the right one so I turned around and was about leaving then I summoned my courage and asked for her number, I wasn't with a phone so she called out the number and I sang the figures quietly on my way home. I often looked back and our gazes matched every time. I had the greatest feeling that afternoon.
Here goes the tricky part. I let my imagination of the short moment with her take the better of me so when I finally had my phone to type the numbers, I had forgotten some of the figures. I wouldn't forgive myself if I got the numbers wrong so I spent most of the day trying every possible combination, it was already evening then I figured what's the worst that could happen, I would probably call and wake up a grandma in the neighborhood so I punched in the numbers and was lucky enough the call led to her, “I knew you were a smart one," she answered with a chuckle. (You don't say! only if she knew how my pea sized brain battled to keep the numbers in.) "Yes a lot of people tell me that, “I retorted. Thank God for the cheap tariffs introduced to us "night-crawlers," we spent the rest of the night catching up."
That lengthy call that night was the start of what I wouldn't call a relationship but a sort of intimacy. We grew closer as the days passed and we often snuck out at nights to meet each other behind the fence and what was the mission? To kiss and make out till our lips were swollen. For some unclear reasons, we never spoke of dating but I really wanted her as my girl and although we became close I still couldn't reach to my courage to confess this desire but I knew one way or another, I would figure it out. What started off as an act of prying emerged into a teenage romance so to speak, my ego rapidly improved from zero to hundred, my friends often envied me dating the hottest girl in the neighborhood(at least that was what they thought). I went to bed happy and woke up happier with an assurance I was going to see her. She simply matched my fantasies.
My First time:
The intimacy between us spread through both families, our parents became friends and my sisters with their cousins so it was a family friendship but we both benefited from it more than anyone else. There was a family occasion both houses had to attend out of the city, naturally we were all meant to go but she hinted me how boring it would be and I was easily convinced so we both faked fever and they were compelled to leave us behind; she with their maid but I didn't have problem staying home alone; it wasn't my first.
It was almost 4pm; the maid had gone to see her lover; the estate gateman and she often stayed hours when the moment begged for it so the coast was clear. Her call came in and she asked me to come over to her house also informing me about the maid's absence. I hurried to her house, up the stairs and to her room, I knocked and she invited me in. We fooled around a little bit and she held my hands and pulled me to the bed after a short while, we kissed and stroked passionately for few minutes then she stood up and brought out a box from underneath her bed, I thought she had a surprise for me but what she brought out startled but also surprised me. She held a condom in her hand and asked "do you know how to use this?" I cleared my throat repeatedly and muttered "Yes I do... No not really but... I have seen it in movies" she threw the condom at me and slowly undressed herself, there was a surge of electric impulse rushing through my whole body and you could see my limbs tremble as I stared at her, thoughts flooded my mind " Is this real? Am I being set up? What if someone comes in?” but there she was, seemly as befits an expert. I excused myself to the bathroom holding the condom as I sat on the toilet seat still figuring out what to do but then she knocked asking if I was okay so I quickly took my clothes off but I had my briefs on and walked to the bed where she laid on her chest naked.
I was clearly vibrating so she pulled me to the bed and kissed me all over, she buried her head between my legs and I could see stars at noon, she obviously knew what she was doing and it was evident she wasn't a first timer like me. She tore open the condom and slowly wore it for me, she rested to the bed pulling me on top of her and we got to the quite complicated part, I had seen several episodes of "The garden man and the mistress xxx" and it appeared quite easy for Enrique to figure out where to stick his "male device” but for me that evening, it was harder than algebra; I wandered about trying to get in and I stood up couple of times to get a better view like a dart trying to hit a target but she saved me the struggle and guided my not so impressive pintle in; my pulse raised, eyes widened, my hair literally stood atop my bumped skin. A huge sigh accompanied by pleasure eased out of me, I could feel virtually all my senses come alive but leaving behind my thinking faculty; one moment I was scared anyone could walk in and the next minute Michael Jackson's "you rock my world" kept playing in my head. I couldn't coordinate my movements well enough but If I had learnt anything from the series of adult magazines and explicit movies I often saw, it was pace; don't be in a hurry to go nowhere so I took my time or at least that was what I thought I did. She constantly reminded me of how beautiful her eyes were and asked not to shift my gaze away from them but I definitely had my reason for looking away in the first place - with eyes as hers, you don't want to stare at them too long during the act, they ordinarily will cause a significant bump between your legs just staring at her walk by the street so no good could come out from gazing at the alluring eyes- I tried drawing mental images of an ugly betty in my head so I could last one more minute but after a number of strokes and consistently seeking validations of my struggle and a loud cry to inform her of my arrival "I'm coming! I’m coming!” I blew out with a couple of jerks and vibrations.
She held my head on her chest as I caught my breath and whispered into my ear "that was awesome,” well a part of me felt victorious and the other rained on my parade just as I checked the time from the wall clock hung in the room, it was few minutes after 4pm which technically meant that I only lasted 5 minutes, give or take some seconds. But it seemed like forever!
I related my experience with my peers the following day and as expected, I definitely added a couple scenarios to my encounter just to make better the event before my friends. Months had passed and for some reasons I wasn't aware of, she resented me; well maybe because she had liberated the coarse nature of a typical teenager and I paid less attention to her but to the numerous tight skirted females I had discovered in the neighborhood. A year had gone and it suddenly felt like we never happened, we both got into our desired universities and we only saw when school was on break. We passed by each other like strangers and it all seemed like the sex was a great mistake; my ego won't let me reach out to her and she clearly carried around an indignation I couldn’t not question. As the years grew, so did the space between us further out, they eventually moved out of the estate but the role she played in my clarion call to puberty couldn't be left unsaid.
© Babatomiwa Seriki
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