TOLANI; THE YORUBA GIRL
EPISODE 1
On my birthday, Chimaobi had bought a new phone, laptop, and microphone for me, for creating my YouTube channel contents.
He wanted me to get serious with my YouTube channel.
“You don’t post on your channel, Tolani. I don’t like it.” He would always say.
“I don’t have all the gadgets I need, Maobi m. My videos are blurry.” I always had an excuse.
I couldn’t contain the joy within to have him get me all the gadgets I needed to take my channel to the next level.
I had to jump on him on the couch, hugging him so tightly to myself.
“Ahhhhhh! Thank you so much, Maobi!” I exclaimed, and withdrew the hug when I noticed I had cold feet because the hug was pretty lengthier and more intimate than the brief hugs we usually had.
Chimaobi and I had been in a relationship for 2 years. I was rounding off my second year in school. We met when I came for my postutme examination in Nsukka; University of Nigeria.
Chimaobi would not agree to touch me intimately. He was that type of man that believe in sexual purity.
I, on the other hand, I grew up from a family of 5 boys and a girl. I was the only girl. My parents were never in support of me, studying in the eastern part of Nigeria because they felt I was too young at 20. My brothers were so protective that I couldn’t keep a boyfriend in high school, so, Chimaobi was my first.
“Please, keep yourself and get married for me, my child. You are the only girl child I have. Behave well.” Mom would always advise me.
So, I stood up, excusing myself as I walked into the kitchen to get some juice, just to ease the tension that had built as a result of the hug.
He was unusually quiet, and followed me to the kitchen.
I picked up a pack of juice from the fridge, and a glass cup from the cup shelves.
I kept the glass cup on the kitchen counter and filled the juice to the brim as I fiddled with the tip of the cup, and took a sip.
“You are nervous.” Chimaobi said to me.
“No, I am not.” I lied.
“ You know we can’t continue like this, Maobi. I am tired. I need you, I want to feel you. Why are you punishing me.” I lamented.
“For God’s sake, Tolani, you think I don’t want you? Do you know how much I want you in my arms, in my dreams, in reality and in fantasy? Do you know how much you make me feel? Do you know how I can’t take off my eyes from you? You run on my mind all day. I wish my heart was a prison, so you could be sentenced for life. My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can’t hold it.” He said helplessly with so many emotions in voice.
“Then, do it. Touch me, Maobi.”
Chimaobi waited for a moment before he walked up to me, took a drink from my glass, kept it back on the counter, gently pulled my hair from my shoulders, placed his both hands on my shoulders and planted a kiss on my neck.
“I just want the best for you.” He whispered and my body shivered.
I just wanted him, and I felt I was ready to have s*x at 22.
I was so curious to know what it felt to have s*x.
My curiosity got the best of me, I wanted him, badly. Both of us seemed high with our emotions.
“Now should be time” I pondered as I turned towards him,
“I need you badly, Maobi m. Just a French kiss. I won’t disturb you again.” I said, making a baby face.
Although I asked for it, I didn’t expect him to because Chimaobi had refused to do that, he only kisses my forehead when we are pathing. He felt I was too young and would be distracted from school. Also, he was chaste.
“Please” I begged again, as he pulled me to his chest, quickly lifted me up onto the kitchen counter, knocking over the glass cup of juice.
“Kpakala!” the glass shattered on the kitchen floor, yet it didn’t matter to us.
He stood between my legs with my legs wrapped around his waist.
His manly arms wrapped around my tiny waist, and he rested his head against my b*****s.
“Tolani, you are breaking me. I feel it would be better not to do this.” He said, helplessly. I could see how weak he was already.
I had longed for Chimaobi’s touch, I had fantasized the both of us making love on the bed.
“Kiss me, Maobi. I’m a big girl. I’m 22 today.” I begged him, and gave him a searing look, and then, our lips locked for the first time.
It felt new. It felt refreshing, tasting his lips.
In seconds, Mark and I tugged clumsily at each other’s clothes.
He pulled my blouse, and I pulled his Polo shirt.
“I love you so much” he mumbled with emotions.
“I love you much more, babie.” I responded.
At that time, the universe didn’t matter to us again. The broken glass didn’t either.
“Tick! Tick! Tock! Tock!” The kitchen clock ticked as Chimaobi carried me upstairs to his room and on his soft large bed.
The white blanket went off and on, as we threw and rolled on each other in sessions, as we ate each other’s lips like hungry vam.pires.
There, I could feel the perspiration in my armpits. I could feel some warmth between my legs.
“This feels so good.” I resonated as Chimaobi kissed my ears, my neck, my narvel, slowly, steadily, exploring his hands in my hair, stroking it like a maestro.
©️ Written by Esther Charles (The Storytelling Diva)
