It started way back in school. Being a jambite is not easy; the thrill, the bling life, the cultism and lots of stress on registration. We all wanted to be cool, we all wanted to be fancy and trust me, having been a day student all my life, knowing you now have freedom with no parent to disturb your peace was very cool.
One hot Monday afternoon, after being disappointed that our history lecturer cancelled for the fifth time, I was angry, hungry and depressed. Then, like a movie, this beautiful babe, well packaged with boobs and the perfect ass passed me by. I was totally amazed and dumb struck. Unfortunately, she fell down flat right in front of me; guess that was because I was staring too much. Like a knight in my shining armor, I ran up to offer her my help then she started laughing and it hit me, I was seriously in love. After that day, we got close and I started flirting with her and she was enjoying the attention, one thing lead to another and we started dating and all I could think of was having sex with her.
Unfortunately for me, I was still a virgin. I had my friends pay a casual sex worker so she could teach me the ions on satisfying a woman and make me feel like a man when my 'D' day comes. She taught me all I needed to know - using a condom and I screamed my whole life when I saw my seed gushing out. My friends teased me for a week because I actually shed hot tears - 'Who said being a man is that easy?'. My 'D' day came, I had set the phase, cleared my room and paid my friend's girlfriend to cook. I just had to impress. She came, after all said and bants, she gave me a deep French kiss which made me nearly cum on my pants. Her hands were doing things on my body and for a second I was like 'who is working who?' But I couldn't stop the pleasure in my brain. She got down and fed on my stick as I kept screaming her name. We had sex for over 5 times and I actually forgot my condom.
I didn't see her for a week, until she came to my house and dropped the bomb shell, 'I am pregnant.' I was shocked! Thought about an abortion but being a catholic, that wasn't an option. Fortunately for me, her dad was late so we approached her mom who perfectly understood. Here I am, a proud father of a 4years copy of myself, and my parent have no idea that their undergraduate son is a father. I just broke up with my baby-mama, but I still feel we are connected. Deep down inside, I knew my girl was and still is sexually more experienced than I am...
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