Lance’s POV:
I don’t understand love. I mean I do now but, a couple of years ago, it wasn’t always so. I had a lot of girls I was involved with but couldn’t point a finger at the one I truly loved. If anything, what I felt for any of them was lust… yes… lust; an insatiable feeling which I misunderstood as love.
She was gone now though…
Gone?
More like I was the reason she left.
Not a day doesn’t go by without me wondering what would’ve happened if I just chose her. She wasn’t the best choice you might say but still…
Maybe if our families had a better history, or all that stuff didn’t happen to her parents, or maybe if she…
Oh wait, I see you’re a bit confused so I’ll tell you her story and mine. Down the line, everyone else involved will tell you theirs. You might get confused but trust me, we’re good storytellers.
For me, my story began in 2015;
"I can't believe you're walking out on me," said Christiana one of my classmates to John, also my classmate but, her boyfriend.
They had been together since the beginning of the academic year and were the dream couple in the class.
Do you need love advice as a guy? Meet John.
Do you need love advice as a girl? Meet Christiana.
"I don't believe you have anything important to say" replied John as he took his seat at the back of the class, “I don’t also see why you would argue like this in front of everyone.”
He had a point though; I mean this was the first time they had ever argued and in public for that matter.
I sighed and turned to Ademola, "this is why I'm not in a relationship.”
"My brother, dating is too much stress," He said while shaking his head negatively and stroking an invisible beard.
"So what happened between them?" I asked while looking at Christiana.
"From what I heard, Christiana caught John kissing her elder sister."
"Wow".
"I know. He said she did the kissing not him", he said chuckling then added, "Dumb excuse if you ask me. I mean it was obvious that he liked her sister more."
"For reals?!" I couldn’t believe it, “But, he hardly ever talks to her.”
“This is why you still don’t have a girlfriend,” he puffed out his chest, “It takes men with a deep understanding of emotions to tell how humans truly feel about each other.”
“Yet, with all that understanding you’re still single,” I muttered under my breath.
"So what about Vivian?"
I was silent. Why did he have to bring up Vivian?
"Oooooh! The silence means someone is in love," he said while hitting my shoulder, “Take the bulls by the horns and ask her out!”
"It's take the bull not bulls," I corrected, “Plus it’s not that easy, I doubt she even knows I exist.”
"Just confess already and get rejected," he said, “I’ll be the shoulder you’ll lean on after your rejected. No homo of course.”
Just then the teacher came in and we stood up to greet her.
She told us to sit then wrote on the board in big capital letters, SEXUAL REPRODUCTION.
Everyone started snickering.
"This should be interesting," I said to myself.
Two weeks passed by and things were uhm…. How do I put this? Normal? I guess.
For some reason, there was tension between my parents. I didn’t ask questions as they acted normal around me. I may not be that smart to pick up things, but even I knew when I was being lied to.
Maybe dad was sleeping with the maid?
Yeah, not likely.
The house was relatively calm, so I had my guard down.
Anyway, something good actually happened to me. At least I think it was a good thing; I was on my way home from school when I saw Vivian. This wasn’t the first time I saw her around my school, so I surmised she stayed close to my school.
“Isn’t that the Vivian who you’re so hooked on?” Ademola nudged me from behind, “Quit standing around like a fool and go get her number!”
That push… that encouragement was all it took to send me down a path I couldn’t navigate.
I worked up the courage and talked to her. She didn't say much just gave me her address and Phone number and told me to call her. Which I did occasionally just to let her know that I was interested. She told me to come to her house on any Saturday of my choice as her parents are not always around and she's the only child.
Bad Mistake.
One Saturday, I decided to visit her. She welcomed me warmly as if she's known me for years. She cooked a meal for me and I helped as well. From cooking to when we had our meal, it seemed her mind was elsewhere… even when we made eye contact, it seemed like she wasn’t seeing me at all.
After our meal, I helped clean up and took a seat in her sitting-room which I failed to mention earlier, was sparsely decorated… it was almost like someone had abandoned it and just left behind two sofas and a TV which wasn’t even on. There was a decoder as well as a home theatre other than that… it was empty… at least it felt that way to me.
I started to regret my decision of coming here. It had been awkward since I had gotten here… there was no connection at all between us. Even at that moment, only the spinning sounds of the ceiling fan seemed to occupy the vacuum of silence as she stared intently at me. For some reason, I felt like prey; and hey, I couldn’t be further from the truth
We both sat there, boredom began to set in when Vivian broke the silence:
"Are you the only child?" she asked.
"Yes and No" I replied, "I had an elder sister but, she died in an automobile accident."
"Sorry to hear that."
"No worries," I said.
She scooted closer to me and held my hand. I looked at it then, into her eyes. I saw something in her eyes it wasn't love or respect or admiration it was something else that I couldn't place my finger on at that time.
"What?" I asked.
"Have you ever kissed someone before?
I was taken aback by that question but I steadied myself and answered, "Yes... um maybe once or twice".
She giggled and inched forward even closer and said, "Kiss me".
This was too fast. She barely knew anything about me…. This wasn’t like those smut stories my cousin had shown me earlier. There was clearly a motive behind her request but…
“Well?” her eyes were closed and lips puckered.
I had a bad feeling but I didn't want her to think I was not man enough so I obliged and moved closer towards her and took her lips.
It was so warm and enticing we both battled for supremacy. "Use your tongue" she mumbled.
Ah, tongue kissing…. Heard about those before.
I had never 'tongue kissed' before so I tried it. Using my tongue, I began to work my way in her mouth both tasting and searching and demanding. She gave and gave and she broke away with both of us breathing hard. She looked at me again with those eyes and I knew she wanted more. She came again but this time, "take my neck" she said. I obeyed I began to work on her neck and occasionally went back for her lips.
Was this alright though?
Weren’t they steps to follow before arriving at this?
She moaned and lay on her back and looked at me. I lay atop her and began to 'tongue kiss' her again. I began to circulate my tongue with hers at the same time she held onto my back and brought me closer to her.
None of it mattered anymore… I thought that this was her way of showing that she was also interested in me romantically.
She pushed me back a bit and began to take off her T-shirt to reveal what she hid underneath. I've never seen a woman's breast before maybe in porn or my inter-science textbook but not as live as I saw it now. It was not that small but rose like little mountains with erect black tips. She was a dark-skinned beauty and the sight of her breasts made her look more magnificent. "Take what you want but please be gentle" she slyly said. Without thinking, I took hold of her right and began to suck firmly but gently ensuring I gave both her breasts equal attention. She moaned and called my name silently and wriggled under my grip. I left her boobs and went back for her lips.
She held my face in her hands and said, "Take off your clothes". Without even waiting for my approval, she began to unbutton my dress shirt.
She kissed my chest and my neck and started working her way to my lips. She made me lie on my back then started taking off my denim. At this point I began to worry, I held her hand and told her to stop.
"It's okay I've got some drugs," she said and tugged the denim.
"No it's not that. It's just that I'm...I've... you know". I said whilst blushing.
"Oh my god you're a virgin!" she said then added, "don't worry, I'll show you what to do."
She took off my shorts and held my length. Not to boast, but I was hard and throbbing already. So she took off her panties and sat on my length. I moaned and so did she.
I laid her on her back and began breaching her with short and clumsy movements.
She came before me. I kept on going and going until I could feel something coming out of me. I quickly removed my ...... and released it all over her. She looked at me with eyes of satisfaction. I quickly cleaned up and left her house.
I lost a lot of things that day. I got home and found out my mom had left me and my dad for good. My father died that same day out of a heart attack. And I lost my virginity.
I changed my name the following week to Lance Frost. This was the beginning of my journey into the world of sex, pain and lusts and I wasn't alone.
What’s my real name you wonder?
Just keep reading.