A Deja Vu

Harry met Freda at a night club, she had come all by herself. It was a Friday night, Harry and his friends came straight from work and as they settled round a table, he sighted Freda sitting alone across his own table.

She looked so innocent even in her mini skirt and "show belly" top. She had a glass of what looked like vodka with ice and she also smoked a cigarette. She was in every way a club girl yet something about her got Harry attracted to her.

When he had downed enough alcohol, he walked up to her and asked her to dance with him; she did not hesitate and she danced so seductively like every club girl.

They must have danced for over two hours and all Harry wanted to do next was take her home for some hot sizzling rounds of paid sex which was totally new to him.

As she jumped into his car, some of Harry's colleagues called him to a corner to talk him out of taking a hooker home; Harry was far gone, all he could think of was how the girl whose name was Freda would dance "Azonto" on his bed. He did not care that Ada, his female colleague and his girlfriend's best friend was with them at the club.

The foreplay was amazing, they both climaxed a couple of times while at it but Harry got the shock of his life when he tried to penetrate her. As much as she tried to pretend, Freda still screamed in pain and Harry pulled out his anaconda as quickly as he could.

"You can't possibly be a virgin?" was all Harry could mutter. Freda was silent, it took a little time before he got her to speak. She was having a hard time at home, first of three children, her parents had just gone their separate ways and that evening she quarreled with her father for bringing another woman home.

Her mother was like an angel, a very good wife and mother. Gentle and deeply religious; she had raised her children to live good and holy lives, did her best to keep her home and her marriage yet all her efforts was never treated well by her husband.

Freda felt that there was no gain in being good and decided that night to go wild. She had read enough books and knew everything about the naughty life and sex but just had never been with a man.

Harry felt bad and guilty for taking advantage of a young woman who was going through an emotional breakdown. He held her in his arms and they slept peacefully.

Freda woke Harry up in the morning as she tried to clean the mess that she made on the bed; there were trickles of blood all over and the long white T-shirt she had worn to sleep was visibly stained in blood. She was beyond embarrassed.

Harry made her feel as comfortable as possible, he took off the white sheets, soaked them in bleach, he also helped her take off the T-shirt and soaked them too.

He took Freda to the bathroom, helped her in the showers, he carried her back into the bedroom and took her slowly. Just at the nick of time, there was a knock on his door.

Harry's cousin who lived with him and who had no idea that Harry had company got the door and there standing angrily were Harry's girlfriend Titi and her best friend Ada.

They immediately made for the bedroom and both pounced on Freda who was still lying on the bed naked and sobbing from what she had just experienced with Harry.

If not for Harry and his cousin Josh, the two angry women who were on a mission would have committed murder.

That marked the end of Harry and Titi's relationship. It took a lot of convincing but Harry eventually dated Freda for about one year and they got engaged in the second year.

Freda was thirty years old when they got married and she never let Harry touch her again till their wedding night. She neither smokes nor drinks and lives a deeply religious life. However, she does not regret that one night of madness for she met the love of her life in the strangest way.

Freda says her wedding night was like a Deja Vu of that first night with Harry but just purer and a lot better. They have been married two years and counting with a baby on the way!