The Virgin Street Girl ??
Episode 16
Written by: Frank The Writer
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Kate and Cyndy came walking out of the door, staring at the pot-belly man and his colleagues; two men in suits. The man took out his glasses like he was going to do something silly at any given moment.
Kate looked terrified but she looked at Cyndy who looked as tough, secure, and sëxy as ever. Cyndy stared right into the man.
“Hey, you are going to listen to me and listen well. I don’t know what gave you the impetus to interrupt the activities of people who did you no harm. Or who gave you the authority to storm in here to preach your gospel? When has it become a norm to shove your religion into other people’s noses?” Cyndy approached the man who started to open his Bible. Cyndy slapped the book away from him and went closer to the face of the man who was starting to look scared of her.
“So, let’s do this, if I’m a sinner, let God strike me, my love here, and all the lesbians from the party right now.”
There was silence as the man and two others stared at Kate and Cyndy. And when they looked back, most of the girls from the party were now outside, moving slowly towards them.
“Are you going to say sorry?” Cyndy added, but they simply turned and left without a word.
Everyone cheered and hailed Cyndy. They got inside quickly to enjoy the party.
Kate gave Cyndy a big hug and kissed her on the cheeks. I didn’t get to see Lisa again that night.
It was a long night outside but we eventually got back safely around 2:30 a.m.
***
For two months, it seemed perfect to live with Cyndy. Cindy and I did everything together. I liked the fact that she bought me sëxy clothes, and was glad she fulfilled her promise to pay our house rent. She also asked me to credit my mom’s account. It seemed like the life I had wanted to live, but increasingly, I felt she was pushing for me to be someone I wasn’t. It’s one thing to play the slut in the bedroom, quite something else to do it in the real world. A job where dressing like a stripper would get me so much money in my account. And someone needed to put food on the table for her family and make them happy.
I loved Cyndy but she drove me nuts sometimes. Ironically, it was Cyndy who solved all our financial difficulties with the money she made from her production. Did I forget to tell you the type of content Cyndy and the crews produce? My bad. Forgive my manners. Well, Cyndy made quite huge money from her sëxual content clips. Yeah, you already have a clue of what I meant, right? But if you don’t, it’s a four-letter word that begins with the letter ‘P’
It was later I found out why she didn’t want me to join them that very day for the shooting session. According to Cyndy, there was so much money in that particular production. She said what it generates monthly is ten times what a random Nollywood producer made. Her Only fans account yields thousands of dollars monthly, and that was what made Cyndy richer by the day. But I still couldn’t find out the mystery behind Cyndy’s random strange actions. Maybe with time I will, I told myself.
I had finally given up on the dreams of furthering my studies that year. I told mom I’d start again the following year while I used that opportunity to make more money that would sustain me for the rest of my days at the university. She didn’t just accept but we had several arguments which I won at last.
Some weeks later, I got a call from my mom that Chucks was sick and she needed me to come around. I was worried about my only brother’s health. I told Cyndy about the recent development and the fact that I would be going to see my family. She obliged and told me to inform her about any new development when I get home.
“I’m sorry I have been so difficult. I think I will stop pushing you to do things you’re uncomfortable with,” said Cyndy. She also gave me some cash for my trip.
***
Fast forwarding, I got home around the evening. It was about 50 minutes drive from Cyndy’s apartment. I met Chucks in bed, inside my mom’s bedroom. Mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner. She was excited to see her daughter again. We embraced and it dawned on me I had missed her in just these few periods of my absence. I dropped my bag and changed into my causal wear and then returned to the kitchen to take over from mom.
For the rest of that day, my thoughts kept drifting back to Cyndy. The way she looked, the way she smelled, the sight of her cleavage, the feel of her hair; but most of all, the loom on her face. Her charming set of white eyes. The thought about Cyndy gave me shivery arousal. I was confused; I had never felt that way about Cyndy before. It made me uncomfortable. No, wrong word. Not uncomfortable. Disconcerted, and excited, yes, I have to admit that I was d@mn turned on by it, by her.
All evening, no matter what I was doing, cooking dinner, chatting, my thoughts kept drifting back to her.
Finally, I decided to take a shower, go to bed, sleep and get over it. As I unbuttoned my shirt and released my bra, a sudden thought of Cyndy undressing me brought a firmness to my N?pplës, as I removed my pants, that same thought brought sudden dampness and tingling between my legs. What was wrong with me? I was horny as hell over Cyndy. I had never experienced it before; it was driving me crazy.
I got back to the bathroom with a dildo Cyndy had given me. I remembered her words, “ You’ll need it.”
It finally dawned on me what she meant. I turned on the shower, my body tingling with need, and as I stepped under the water, the touch of the spray on my skin made my N?pplës harder, and my Brë@šts ache.
Without realizing I was doing it, the fingers of one hand moved to caress my Brë@šts, playing over my N?pplës, the nails dragging over them making me Mõ@n softly.
My other hand slid down over my soft belly, teasing my curls, before dipping between my lips. d@mn, I was wet! I had to do something about this or I wouldn’t get any sleep. I walked out of the bathroom and back to bed. I relaxed and allowed my mind to take over.
The last thing I remembered was gradually inserting the vibrator inside me while lying on my back on the bed. It took a long time to sleep because the toy was still vibrating inside me. I eventually did fall asleep amidst the unending pleasure that came from the dildo; it was blue, and it has like three balls and a little bitty vibrator on it.
The next morning, I woke up to realize the stuff was stuck inside of me. It was my first time and I slept off while it was in me. I started to panic once I realized the seriousness of the situation. I panicked for like twenty minutes and I could feel it vibrating in my back. I never would have thought my butt was like a vacuum.
I screamed fearfully and mom had to rush into my room. I became so ashamed of myself the moment she got into my room. But I was going through pains and had to tell her something was stuck in my butt. Mom was dumbfounded. She didn’t understand what this meant until we landed at that hospital that morning.
“I’m not sure what she was doing, but she has lost her vibrator and it kind of got sucked up,” announced the doctor right before my mom. Words can’t express how I felt. Like, the ground should open up and swallow me.
“When you think about it, the rectum is designed to keep poo off the floor. If you put something far enough up, it will suck it right up. This thing looks like it’s silicon and the ring is pretty slippery.” The doctor continued.
“So, what’s the way forward?” my mom asked as I lay on the hospital bed covered in shame.
“There’s no bleeding, so I don’t think she caused any injury that’s going to require more operation.”
Mom just looked at me unblinking. “Say something.”
I opened my mouth, closed it, and opened it again. My jaws dropped.
To be continued…
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