Episode 1 (Dorothy! Dorothy!! Dorothy!!! – A Charming Goddess)

DOROTHY! DOROTHY!! DOROTHY!!!  –  A CHARMING GODDESS

She stood there in the middle of the room, shirt off and was down to skirt and a singlet top. She complained the room was rising in temperature. She said it was hot. This may be the last time we’d see each other for a long time. I just got notified of my admission into the prestigious University of Uyo, UNIUYO for short. Hence, temperatures were rising. She has been my fantasy for days.

I felt my blood pressure rise within me as I looked at this well-endowed creature, half-dressed from waist up. I considered her closely and all that came to mind was an image of her, unclothed, upon my cozy bed, as my fingers explored her smooth curves. What a wonderful work of art. I pictured my hands cup those full, firm, and succulent protruded flesh on her chest. I was privy to have a feel of that two juicy flesh once – it was by mistake. I kept reliving that occasion for days. And now it was here, staring at me, and daring me to make a move.

I was only a few feet away, seated on a chair by the window. A table to my left, and my bed right before me. About three feet away. The only obstacle between this gorgeous state of the art creature and me, was space. Space, which was now occupied by tension. Was she having my thoughts? Was she…

“So you’ll be leaving on Sunday?” She asked, cutting me off my dirty thoughts. It was Friday. Then it dawned on me I had barely two days left.

“Yes.” I replied coolly “probably in the evening”.

“Oh…ok” she stuttered while clasping her hands in front of her, still standing, head bent. She was a true definition of figure eight.

My concerns were not on why she was still standing even after she was done changing up. Her posture right now was greatly to my advantage. I was privy to seeing her unclothed in my mind’s eye. I saw myself ravaging her on my bed, which was neatly tugged in, awaiting her arrival.

Oh, what the heck!

I said to myself while rising abruptly towards her. I knew this may blow over on my face, but not trying at all, was even worse.

As I strode towards her, she lifted her face in an attempt to speak, but was silenced by a passionate kiss. I felt the fire in me rise the more as our lips met. I expected her to resist but surprisingly, she opened up to me. She kissed back. Fluids exchanged environments. I was enamored by her sweet fragrance, her soft skin and the passionate nature of the kiss.

I broke off for a second to explore her visage, to know how this beaut was taking the intense heat I was bringing to the table. To my greatest surprise, I saw the same fire reflect in her eyes as she gently opened her eyes. I was few inches taller than her so she looked up the whole time. Her chest was heaving fast. I guess I was taking her breath away.

Gently, I placed the kiss on her, and gradually, unleashed the fire. Her lips were so soft and inviting. Her soft firm breast, brushing my chest left my head on a spiral. I felt two tender hands wrap around my neck and pulled me in gently. Those soft fingers momentarily moved upwards into my hair, caressing it. My hands went downwards from the arch of her low waist to the curves…the curves of her massive backside. She didn’t protest but drew me in, the more.

I started exploring those parts of hers I fancied most. But now that I had her, where do I start? These succulent breasts pressing against my chest or her curvy backside, that danced to its rhythm whenever she moved as if water was pumped into them. Where?

I cupped her left breast with my free hand, while my mouth travelled from her lips to her neck.  I felt her nipples harden, while she arched her torso backward and gave out a sensual moan. I couldn’t get enough. I felt her left hand journey down below my belt and grabbed my hardened flesh. I mourned for joy.

We were drunk in love. Or lust. Whatever the case, we were drunk. That’s for sure.

We staggered a little, then fell on the bed. Like savages, we tore each other’s clothes. She unbuckled my belt, while I got rid of my polo within split seconds and was already helping her unhook her bra as she had got rid of the singlet she had on earlier.

Gently, she shoved me, making me lie on my back, while she got on top of me. With her hands in mine, spread out on the bed, she went right on, kissing me passionately, with fire, with want. I could feel the want in her movements. Our bare skin brushing softly, and vigorously on each other. Her nipples were ticklish on my bare chest. I felt like holding them, but she wouldn’t let go. She kept leaving me in want – purposefully. I felt I could touch the sky.

For a moment, she let go of my hands, and as I was about to wiggle free and give her a taste of her own medicine, she bit my ear tenderly while whispering “steady… you’ve seen nothing yet”.

Was this the shy Dorothy I knew for about a year now? Who obviously knew her ways around a guy’s body? I couldn’t help but attest to her claim, that I’ve seen nothing yet.

Gently, she strode down to my bare chest with kisses, down to my six-packed abdomen. I felt my blood ripples turn torrent. I mourned of ecstasy when she gently plucked my nipples with her index and thumb, and from thence, allowed her soft fingers glide slowly into my trousers and grabbed my dangling man, which was already hardened.

“Dorothy…”

“Shhh.” She silenced me with a kiss while massaging my hardened flesh softly, making it erect the more.

Dorothy was the third daughter of a family friend that lived in my street – hence, she was always welcomed to our home as a friend. Mothers, they say, have the deepest intuitions about their children. But on the deeper connection I shared with Dorothy, I played my cards well. Mum may suspect, but may never prove.

On getting the notification of my admission into the tertiary institution on Wednesday morning, the joy of the family was boundless. In a family of 5 vibrant boys, it was a thing of great joy that I started school early. I was 17.

My dad pulled me to a corner – just as in any other typical African home – and showered pieces of advice on me.

“You know you’re the firstborn among your siblings.” He said, in a half question, half statement manner. And I, oblivious of how to best to reply, simply nodded.

“Young man you’re not a lizard!” He said gazing at me, his newspaper on a small plastic table to his left, while I sat on an armed chair directly opposite him, on our veranda. It was a few minutes past six O’clock when we came out. Two of my siblings were helping my mum in the kitchen, one went to buy fuel for the generator, while the last born, was playing a few feet from where we were seated.

“When I say something to you, open your mouth and respond!”

“Yes, daddy!” I replied spontaneously.

“My father’s grandfather always said,” he continued “to whom much is given” he paused, I waited. “What happens?” He asked. Looking at me from the rim of his glasses.

“Much is expected!” I replied, now very alert. My dad had switched on his interrogatory method of giving advice. He made you involved in the whole process by throwing questions from time to time. The aim was to make one end up advising one’s self.

“Good.” He replied, and went on “, you have been given a very big opportunity upon a platter of gold.” He paused for dramatic effect “The food that’s meant for the son of the house can never be thrown to the dogs.” He paused again, adjusting in his chair. “The Good God has deemed it fit to avail you the opportunity of starting school at such a tender age as 17, not because you’re the smartest, nor the most righteous, but because of what?” He asked.

“Because of his grace” I answered.

“During my time, a lot of people started tertiary Education in their late twenties, early thirties, and above. But the times are changing.” He paused, then called on one of my brothers to bring him a cup of water. This was done, and after gulping the water gracefully, he continued. “Before you leave on Sunday, we’ll discuss again. But for now, I want you to think of where you’d like to be 10 years from now. How do you want to graduate? Is it with a first-class, second class upper, lower, third class…” He trailed off waving his hands, to indicate other insignificant items on the list. I sat quietly waiting for him to continue. “Your younger ones are looking up to you as the eldest. What kind of example do you want to show them?” He paused, as he stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankles, while I sat paying rapt attention. “Will you go there and fornicate, waste yourself, follow silly girls, useless guys, and end up bringing shame and disgrace to yourself and this family?”

“God forbid!” I retorted.

These words suddenly flooded my mind as I went on top of Dorothy who by this time, was pants down and waiting for me to get inside of her. She was a virgin and had further confided in me that she would love me to be the person who opened her. I was hard and ready to thrust myself into her, but the words of my dad kept interfering. Those words were made just the night before and this evening, I was entertaining a girl, after seizing the opportunity of staying back when everyone went out.

“What’s that?” She asked covering herself with a wrapper as I sat up, still naked and hard.

“Nothing”

“Sam… I want you…” She said standing.

I looked up at her, and all I saw was want, hunger, and great need. Her hair was ruffled because of our little foreplay. She was stark naked but for the wrapper that she held tightly against her beast, which revealed a good portion of her compelling thighs.

“I…I can’t do it.”

“Why?”

“I… I don’t know. But… What are you doing?” I ask when she moved to the door and locked it.

“Sam… I want you.” She said, letting go of the wrapper, and allowing it to fall freely to the ground, leaving her the way she came into the world.

She was a compelling sight.

Watch out for the episode  2…

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