INDECENT PROPOSALS FINAL PART

Wordsmith has a flair for writing and I encouraged  him to share his real life experiences on Lilea's blog.  Little did I know that I was unleashing a blunt dragon. I asked for it so please here's the final part of the indescent proposals.

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Nneoma continued,  soon as I became a 'boarder'  in this my 'childlong dream school'  (actually one of the most sought after during the National Common Entrance choice for placement) I came to discover a new, yet strange life.

By this time, I sat up and helped her up and looking straight into her eyes, I asked her,  'what strange life are you talking about?  Nneoma paused, not sure if I was ready to understand, then muttered quietly,  'darl,  just be patient and listen to me.

After sundry registration at the Senior Hostel Mistress office, she continued, I was alloted a space in Dormitory E and introduced to the House Captain -  Ebele.

Walking into the dormitory that chilly yet windy harmattan afternoon clad in my 'dorm wear', I saw what was to become, my new home.

Accompanying me into a 'graveyard silent'  hallway (students observed their 'siesta') was my elder Sister Ijeoma ( who was in Senior Secondary one at the time and also in the distant C) she helped with my buckets, bags, cutlery pack, cartons of provisions e.t.c  and once we identified my 'corner', she left!

Moments later, same day, the entire hall came alive and students jostled to rush out to classes for 'preparatory classes'  (otherwise known as 'prep')  a young student stopped by my corner and asked,  'who's Nneoma?  My new 'corner mate'  Chika gestured towards me then she informed me that I was needed by the House Captain -  Senior Ebele.

Senior Ebele's corner was among four beautifully arranged and neatly covered 'Vono Foam double bunked beds'  pitched at the rear end of the hall.

Stepping into the 'cubicles'  I saw four beautiful young women who stole winks, seductive glances and cheeky smiles at me as I greeted (I was to understand who they were to Senior Ebele).

Three of them left afterwards and I was left with Senior Ebele.

After what she called an 'orientation talk', she invited me over after the 'senior lights out' (bedtime after the night prep) to her corner as I've become her 'school daughter' while she assumed my 'school mother'.

It was now, past 3a.m and we were having a 'sleepless night' already, so I impatiently, albeit curiously enquired,  'so what happened'?

That night,  Nneoma continued, I moved in 'partially'  to Senior Eby's (as she asked me to address her as) posh space and she assured me of guidance and protection as well as 'exemption'  from all errands, chores and several corporal punishments around the school as I now answered to her alone.

Two nights later, on a weekend after the entire activities for the day, I retired, then Eby had a little party with her 3 friends and a visiting friend from another dormitory (Senior Uche). While they celebrated what turned out to be Senior Uche's birthday, I recalled her (Eby) offering me a glass of creamy wine, and by the time the quiet party was over, everyone left, I noticed I was a bit tipsy, then slept afterwards.

Midway into my sleep, I felt soft caresses on my soft yet firm breasts ( like I was in dreamland) then cool wetness swiped through my neckline, ears, throat area down again around and about my breasts clutching on my now erect nipples..... suddenly, I jerked up but heard soft whispers in my ear,  'its me honey' relax! I wanna make you feel like a real woman.....those words sank my spirit like the 'titanic' .....Eby then went on to make my legs go their separate ways and continued licking and sucking my navel, straight down to my valley of blissful fantasies! 

Darling, Nneoma(as if pulling me up from a day dream) Eby ate me up so sweetly that  I exploded like an RPL (rocket propelled launcher).

She misled me, Nneoma regretted, she made me believe men are up to no good, that men will infect me with all manners of diseases even stall my career with  'unwanted pregnancy'  and so on. Baby, she cried with her head back on my chest, that was how I became a 'lesbian'.

With tear-laden eyes, she begged,  'darling, please, I have over eight lovers here on campus who are head over heels in lust with me, but, you know what? I want out!  You are the only man after my first lover who but died in our first year; he deflowered me and that had so much effect on me but he passed.  Now I have you, I know it's not gonna be easy but with you, I can ward them off!

I couldn't hold back tears as I held her hands and promised her, from the depth of my heart that, for her, I would do my best.

We went on and had the raunchiest love session ever in the history of our relationship as I paid attention to every single details she experienced in foreplay, cunnilingus and fellatio! Istroked her lavishly with my seven inch meaty monster.

Warding off her lesbian mates was not a run-off- the mill at all! Death threats, blackmails, unfounded gossips and rowdy rumour mills were some of the traumatic experiences I had yet, Nneoma never budged, she  sometimes even had open confrontations with some of them until we wrote our degree exams and left Enugu.

Nneoma and I never got married but are both happily married to our separate spouses. I may have lost contact with her for over nine whole years but one thing is for sure, I still feel satisfied that I helped her break the link to a very inglorious past life.

Written by Wordsmith