By Olabode Emmanuel Olawumi
I have watched it being done quite a number of times in the phantasmagoric world of movies, but not in reality. Let me sketch the picture for you. Jack is at the bar in the club, having a shot of whisky, mad at everyone, wondering if he is really destined to have anything good in this world because his girlfriend has just broken up with him. Along comes Jill, seductively swinging her hips, coy grin playing at the corners of her mouth, mammary glands bouncing and straining to escape the already very limited boundaries of her blouse because she is not wearing a brassiere,nipples poking out like little lances from the front of the aforementioned blouse. She takes a seat right next to. Jack, orders for whisky, and casually nods a greeting at Jack who is by then,uncontrollably ogling Jill out of her skin. After regaining his composure and quickly having an epigrammatic conversation, Jack has scored a pass mark. Jillis impressed and she decides he is worthy enough of the pleasures of her bed.Before Long, they are passionately executing the wanton desires of their hearts. Hardly Did I know that I was going to be the next victim of it. No, not victim; hardly did I know I was going to be the next chosen one for the unspeakable pleasures that accompany a well-delivered fellatio. In other words, I am Jack – JackFellatio. What a wonderful word!
It was a Friday night. Everyone was looking for someone to be with, or somewhere to hangout. There was only one purpose –to make the weekend count. Well, I wasn’t an exemption; I was also on the prowl, looking for how to make the weekend surreal; and indeed, it did become surreal. While the lucky few that already had partners spent time with those partners in their respective halls of residence, some even luckier few could be spotted hanging out at different dark spots, legendary spots of erotic pleasure– under the tree, in an empty classroom, or any secluded dark area – that best suited they whose sexual wills had at that point, reached its zenith.
I was heartbroken. What I feared most finally befell me. My girlfriend of three months had just broken up with me.Her excuse, she wanted to face her academics, plus her dad does not want her to have a boyfriend for now. After a one year relationship in an earthly hell with a girl I showered with limitless love, attention, and gifts in return for nolove, I had promised myself never to fall in love…never again.
Let me take you on a journey down memory lane. It so happened one fateful day that I was in a lecture when a fair and comely damsel caught my attention. Immediately, I shoved off the natural thoughts the sight of her were beginning to simulate in my mind, unaware that my doom was near. There was a sword of Damocles hanging just above my head. Few weeks later, I found out that we were in the same group for a drama performance.Though we avoided speaking to each other during our first rehearsals, we stole glances at each other.
It again so happened one rehearsal that our director selected she and I to be romantic partners in the play we were preparing to perform. For a while, we were strictly professional; our conversations did not exceed the stage. It didn't take too long before we continued our stage characterisations outside the rehearsal. We started seeing each other more often. Both of us were getting emotionally attached. I tried fighting it from my end but couldn’t. She had this aura around her. Her smile,compassion, care and tender love somehow glued my heart to hers. Little did weknow we had uncannily embarked on a very delicate adventure.
We spent time together at night counting the stars. We had fun teasing each other. We shared kisses, hugs and even muchmore – do the math. But like every story with a bad ending, the good days ceased to exist.
I was lost in my silent reminisce when my phone rang. I answered and heard Saje’s voice at the other end. Saje, my best pal since my secondary school days sounded very happy that night. He had called to inform me that our secondary school classmate, Bisi was around, and that she was eager to see me. They were waiting for me in front of the great Obafemi Awolowo University Amphitheatre Where a comedy show had just commenced.
As I walked towards the crowd trying to find my way into the venue of the comedy show in search of my friends, someone ran towards me and flung herself into my arms. Inhaling the scent of her perfume, I fell into a swoon.
‘Where the hell have you been dear? I have missed you so much’ she said, as she pecked me passionately on my right cheeks.Dumbfounded, all that ran through my mind was ‘Tonight’s gonna be a good night afterall.’
‘I have missed you too’ I said, trying with some success to regain my composure. To save myself from further personal embarrassment, I quickly acknowledged the presence of Saje and another friend of ours, Afo.
Luck smiled on me when Afo mysteriously excused himself to go watch the show while Saje smilingly winked at me before excusing himself to see his girl. I was left alone with her.
I was still debating in my mind on how to get both of us busy when she requested that I show her round campus. ‘Oh I forgot. Mind my manners. Why won’t I show our visitor from University of Lagos(UNILAG) what Africa’s most beautiful campus boasts of?’ I said, glowing with pride. She gave me that ‘Lips sealed’expression, and muttered something under her breath. We went on the tour, and I was the tour guide.
Meanwhile, I had been doing some calculations in my brain. ‘I could make this night count if things go on well’,I thought. I remembered the last time I saw Bisi. It was at my 18th birthday party, few days after our final papers in secondary school. My friends had organised a small birthday party for me. We had plenty meat, plenty food,plenty wine (alcoholic and non-alcoholic) and of course, plenty girls. Bisi was one of the girls present. She had told Saje and me that she would be leaving for South-Africa the next day for a brief holiday with her aunt. We all had enough fun that night. Bisi gave me my best birthday gift that night. She was the best dance partner I had ever met. We rocked each other like there was no tomorrow. She twisted, wined her waist and shook her bums for me. She made the man in me alive that night. I felt every part of her body – her curves, hertits, her…..everything. Since then, I had always looked forward to having another good experience with her.
‘Let’s take a walk to Ajose‘ I told her.‘Where is Ajose?’ She asked. ‘It’s a lecture theatre at the Department of Agriculture. People hardly go there though, because it’s very far from other lecture theatres...’ I replied. ‘…And that’s why I want us to go there to give you a memorable experience. But trust me, you are safe’. I added figuratively.She just hit me on my butts and said ‘Let’s go. I love adventures.’
Trust me; everything I did was a means to an end and a re-experience for me. My former girl friend and I used to read at Ajose and after studying our books for some minutes, we studied each other’anatomies. You don’t need that now, it’s history.
I had done a few successful tests on Bisi’psychology that night. She too had just broken up (briefly) with her boyfriend and
As soon as we got to Ajose, I took her to another lecture theatre close to it – a very secluded area too. It was abasement that had a table already prepared to serve the night’s purpose. Without warning, I planted a kiss on her mouth which she did not hesitate to reply to.The kiss went on for as long as 5 minutes. I thought I was in control until she drew me close, her tongue taking a tour in my ears. I felt something coming up in me. Her other hand untied my belt. Then her fingers took a grip on my JohnT, stroking it softly as I continued to feel other parts of her body. Then she went low, her head between my thighs, and few seconds later, her tongue licked my penis. I was on top of theworld. My first blow job ever! I had only seen it in American movies, never had a live experience before…….
Knock! Knock!! Knock!!! My room’s door flung open. Pastor Dare, my colleague in Church dragged me back to reality. ‘We have Pastor’s prayer meeting now sir. You number has been unreachable’.
“Man, this sucks!” I quietly lamented.
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