The Virgin Street Girl ??
Episode 18
Written by: Frank The Writer
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Fair warning: this episode contains explicit content.
My cheeks tingled hot when she dropped her phone and brought her hand to my face, stroking the corner of my jaw with her impossibly soft thumb. I placed my hand over hers; almost instinctively, our fingers interlocked and our lips drew close like magnets dragging us together. Truth is, I missed her touches badly and was quick to succvmb to her play again.
I lost myself in the swirl of the familiar softness of her. She smelled just the same way she had been; Cyndy always smelled exceptional. Our hands made quick work of each other’s terrain. I was slender where she was curved. She was light where I was tense. I was firm where she was soft. Her fingers unraveled my nerves as they trailed down my back, releasing the frenzied butterflies from the hidden cage door. I ran my fingers up into the thick curls of her hair and pulled her gently by the base of her skull further into my kiss. In return, she clutched at my hips to weave me deeper into her world.
Her hand slinked under the edge of my fitted denim dress, skirting the bare skin of my thigh; the aftershock of my shiver spilled out from my tongue into her mouth.
“Ouch!” I yelled when her hands felt the part of my @$$ that was operated on. But she didn’t realize what I felt, it seemed to her as part of the exploration. She must have mistaken it that I Mõ@ned.
My nimble fingers teased between her leg and the hem of her dress until they could smell the heat of her shadows. Slowly, gently, they moved in and up towards the swollen silk of her knickers. She poured her gasp down my neck as I traced the line of her slit with torturous care, and kissed down the valley between her Brë@šts.
When she slid my cloth aside and dipped her middle finger between my folds, I was met with a gush of approval. She slid my slick up to my throbbing çlit and traced mindful little circles around and around. The build was almost imperceptible, but she gradually added more pressure.
She buried her face into my shoulder and heaved every ounce of air from her lungs to stifle a desperate Mõ@n.
Feeling my harden and open into her, she increased the quivering speed of her touch. My mouth leaned on the ledge of her collarbone; I felt the whip of her head jerking back on my lips. The cords of her neck were strained, presumably to quell the sounds training to escape.
She tapped my forearm and squeezed it tight. I took it as a sign to continue exactly as I was—she was close
One of her hands gripped my hair while the other grasped futilely at the wall. I felt her çlit thump back into me while her hips tried to buck me right off. As gradually as I built, I slowed my swirling roll, guiding her back down to me from her pinnacle of bliss.
The back of her head was teetering to and fro against the cubicle wall. She was all teeth and heavy breath.
I stood back to admire her in her euphoria, but it was as though I’d tripped a wire. Her eyes flashed open and she lunged at me. Hands first, then lips—hungry gratitude.
She caught my thumb in her mouth and sucked it in deep, running her tongue along the knuckle.
She impatiently tugged at the waistband of my underwear. I raised my hips and we pulled them down together. She pried my knees apart, exposing my vulva to her. My breath was heavy and short all at once in anticipation of more of her tongue on more of me.
Her breath was hot and teasing as she kissed up the length of my inner thigh, ever closer to my aching core. She flicked me once, twice, between every fold. Sucking in the bud of my çlit, she held it in the warmth of her mouth. My pulse tried to hit the roof of her mouth, but I felt it in mine.
The subtle shock urged my eyes open. I admired her tongue as it moved in and out of my field of vision, and noticed that though one hand was squeezing my thigh, the other had made its way between her legs. I bit my lip to stifle a groan.
My phone rang! I came back to my senses suddenly.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered.
Cyndy distracted me from my phone and we went on till she finally got satisfied and eventually slept off on the bed.
I picked up my phone. The missed call was from my mom. I’m sure she must be worried. I tiptoed to the toilet and gently locked the door. Cyndy was fast asleep. I dialed my mom’s number and she picked up as soon as it rang.
“What is keeping you?” her voice pierced through the phone.
“Mom, please, calm down. I will only need to sneak out of here.”
“What do you mean? Can’t you just tell her you’re not doing again?”
“Don’t worry mom. I will be back soon.”
“Better. I’m waiting…”
She hung up.
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It was late around 10 pm. I had arranged my stuff and was ready to sneak out. I had it all planned in my head and I was hoping it would work out just the way I imagined it. The man at the gate would always believe everything I said as long as I told him Cyndy said so. The house was as quiet as a graveyard. Only bright light shone. I got to the back side of the building, peeped left and right, and when it was obvious no one was closer, I threw my stuff through the fence. I hastily reached the gate while my heart pounded so fast. The gate was locked and Ahmed the gatekeeper was in his room which was built beside the h@të. Before I could turn in the direction of his room, he was already coming out through the door. I’m sure he must have seen me through the window.
“Small madam, you are still awake? Hope no problem?” Ahmed queried.
“There is no problem, madam sent me on an errand. I will be back soon.”
“Okay. Please, be fast, I want to sleep.”
“Alright.” I left and heaved a big sigh of relief.
Finally out of the lion’s den. I couldn’t be happier than I was. Got quickly to the backyard and picked up my bags. They were still at the same spot I threw them.
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The walk to our house was quite a distance from there and I thought walking wouldn’t be a good idea. Well, Abuja was a kinda cool environment and there wasn’t a need to panic. After all, we live in the 21st century, so I was not worried about anyone bothering me or anything. But that was when they appeared out of nowhere. Two guys you would not look twice at as they walked past you on the street. They invaded my personal space very quickly and I was confused. I asked what they wanted, but they kept pulling at my clothes. I let out a kind of whimper and felt embarrassed for a moment to scream for help. But that was when something strange happened. Cyndy was right behind me from nowhere and that send cold shivers down my spine.
“Good evening,” she said.
What a fun way to greet some attackers. But maybe she was greeting me, too.
She was dressed from head to toe in black and wore a long trench coat, which I later discovered in daylight was navy blue. Her short black hair was parted to one side, and her red lips smiled that soft and seductive smile she always has. She looked so out of place, this elegant and graceful figure in the night. Like a stray cat.
My attackers murmured something surprised, but they kept their hands off me.
“Will you please not do that?” she asked, “Otherwise, I am going to have to hurt you really bad.”
They chuckled like two chainsaws and one of them said, “And how are you going to do that?”
Cyndy pulled a gun out of her coat while wearing leather gloves. They squeaked with a satisfying sound, as leather does, while she clenched her fist around the pistol.
The two guys shuffled frantically, and one of them bumped into me as they tried to run away. God, that was so badass. Cyndy and I watched them go as they disappeared into the night. Then our eyes fell on each other. She smiled and turned around. I ran after her with my bags.
“Wait!” my voice trembled.
I walked closer and stood next to her as she pulled a pack of something from her coat. She raised the gun, and I almost jumped back. She pulled the trigger. It was a lighter.
She lit her cigarette and blew the smoke into a grey cloud. Her eyes fell on me and she handed me the pack with a smile. She didn’t say a word to me, just became one with the night.
I thought about leaving that moment alone, like a miracle that happened, a story so outside of reality and so special that I’ll keep it safe and warm inside me.
My breath caught, and I heard myself gulp in that silence. My hands were shaking. I didn’t want to disturb her, but my body was acting without my consent. I stopped right next to her and said:
“I want to thank you for saving my life.”
Well, mission was aborted and unsuccessful.
To be continued…
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