The cost Episodes 3

The cost of my unspoken words

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The cost of my spoken thought.

EPISODE 3

NOTE: I want to seek your consent as you read through this episode.
Link of Episode 1 & 2 are at the bottom of this piece.

The misery of the dark night

“Ehen, can we continue?” Baye demanded.

I would have listened. And you have always told me to remove that enticing wall paper in my room but I refused. Maybe it caused him to even demand in the first place. If he hasn’t asked for it twice, I wouldn’t think of asking him myself the third time. Maybe I was curious, maybe the pressure was too much. Maybe he uses charm on me. I don’t even know.

He couldn’t go that night because it was already late. Besides, we were told that there will be an ‘oro ritual’ as regards the recent demise of the king.

Although he insisted on going but I refused him because I was scared. I should have allowed him. I should have thought it through. I thought I was strong enough to sleep with a guy in the same room. I thought my experience as a relationship coach would guide me. I thought I had strong principles (sobbing incessantly). I should have even told you about it but I never did, why did it cost me this much? Why will this happen to me?

We came back home, I then changed my bed sheet and told him to excuse me for a moment for me to change into my night wear. Thereafter, I bounced on the bed through to the wall side and signalled for to him to come and sleep. Thank God my bed is of a big size. He came reluctantly so I decided to gear him up with some gist about my course of study.

Thereafter, we maintained silence for a moment and so I demanded that we sleep now. We shared the same blanket with our backs opposite each other.

 After studying my shadow for a moment, I dozed (she belched) off.

Then....

Within the dark night, when I was off this world dreaming about nothing, I felt something within me that I couldn’t explain, I thought it was a feeling from a dream until I regained consciousness. I felt a touch on my body, it was a consistent touch on the sensitive parts which sthtmlated my urge, my clitoris was activated, I couldn’t fathom my feelings. My legs were robbing against each other unconsciously. Then I felt a pinch on my breast, then a slight touch and then a shaped feeling around it; Then a squeeze that altered my body system. My legs were up unconsciously again with a slight robbing...

Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!. Holly what is happening? What is wrong with you? Why are you touching me? I shouted,

I am very sorry was all i heard from him in his fearful tone. His face looked like one that was caught stealing.

I adjusted to the wall a little and closed my eyes in fear.

But then....

 The same thing happened again and this time, I was fully awake. I couldn’t control it even when I didn't want it. He squeezed again with his two hands on my two breast this time  he wanted to lay on me-putting on a serious face,  I shouted ‘Holly stop it. Are you crazy? Don’t ever touch me again’. I was serious about it.

I left the bed and went ahead to my study table to sleep. He begged me again and I told him never to worry that I'll manage where I was till morning. But I couldn’t sleep yet again.
I don’t know; I was stimulated. All manner of thoughts kept troubling my heart. I can’t really explain how I felt but I made a conclusion to try it just once and that's  all.

The conversations of my friends who always discuss how they enjoy one guy who is an expert in intercourse kept coming. I remembered she told me that she screamed in pain and that she enjoyed it. I wonder how can someone enjoy what was painful. I wanted to understand what they are always discussing. I touched my breast for a while. I tried to press it myself maybe i can feel what they were feeling but i wasn’t feeling anything. Different thoughts was coming through. It was that day i believed that millions of thought wants attention per seconds. Bible verses that i had read were also seeking for my attention. Also, my promises, principles and advices i gave others kept coming too but i never gave them attention.

What was he doing when all these was going on in your mind? Baye asked
I don’t even know but he slept with his eyes raised up. I raised my head a little bit and looked straight to his side. My eyes went straight to his penis area. I could see the shape, i sensed it was experiencing ‘wear and tear or expansion and contraction’. Then i remembered the joking argument between Didi and Pelu that goes like this:
 ‘my guy’s tin is bigger than your own and that is why i like him more’.
...

I don’t know where that stupid courage came from.

 I should have silenced it but i couldn’t.

 I should have recited those bible verses but i didn’t.

I don’t know how, i kept feeling the form.

I thought i was King Kong

I could have told him not to come.

I should have seen it and ran.

The weak me made him shoot the gun.

“Let me call you back Laurel. Let’s talk at night dear. Don’t worry, you will be fine

Watch out for Episode 4!!!

For formal episodes, click on the links below

Episode 1:

https://tumiministry.blogspot.com/2018/07/the-cost-episode-1.html

Episode 2:

https://tumiministry.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-cost-episode-2.htmlhtml