On hearing her voice, my heart skipped
a bit. ”what’s she doing in my house
and worst part, how did she know my
house” this tots kept pouring into my
mind, I hid my garri in kitchen and I
unbolted the door. Cynthia was looking
as radiant as ever, I wasnt shocked to
see an epitome of beauty standing right
next to me. She was always looking
perfect, always conscious of the kinda
cloth she puts on.
Cynthia: ain’t you gon’ let me in?
Me: ooh! I’m sorry. My bad. Please
come in, How did you figure out my
Cynthia: I asked questions (she stepped
into my room and sat on the chair)
you’re looking so tired, have you eaten
Me: yh! I’m good, I just finished eating
fried yam and egg (I lied a perfect lie)
Cynthia: that’s good. We have a class
right now starting by 2pm, em hope you
got the message on whatsapp, I tried
calling but you didn’t pick
Me: which kind department be this, dem
no dey tire, (looking all
frustrated) ….other departments are
busy relaxing and we are made to come
to school, isn’t this so unfair?
I checked my mobile phone and I saw
3missed calls from Cynthia. Well, I told
her to wait for me, while I went into the
bathroom to take me shower. After
about 15mins, I was ready. We
therefore both zoomed of to school
We got to school quiet early, we didn’t
see the lecturer but I saw my course
mates relaxing outside and gisting.
Some stayed alone, some with their
love partners and some in groups. We
sighted Mayson and Thompson, they
hurriedly came up to us. We exchanged
pleasantries. I left Mayson to his
”babe” Cynthia so they could have a
one on one discussion with the
themselves, has I was about to leave
their presence, Cynthia gave me a warm
hug. I could feel her soft boobs on my
chest, it rested perfectly. While this
activity was going on, I looked at
Mayson.. The poor dude was foaming
in anger. I pitied him.
I left with Thompson who had already
recovered from the severe beating
giving to him by those set of masked
men, we both headed straight to the
class. While we were about stepping
into the class, I heard someone call my
name from behind. It was Angel
Angel: Temy, Temy, you en… You en
Me: baby, wetin I do?
Angel: you’re asking me abi?
Me: yes of course.
Thompson: Angel, how are you doing
Angel: help me ask your friend how I’m
doing. Temy doesn’t even call me or
even ask of me. And you said we are
Me: babe, its not how you see it.
Angel: you think I don’t watch you in
this faculty abi. You have finally left me
for another girl. No problem. There is
God o ( Mimicking patience Jonathan)
Me: babe, you need to relax.
Thompson: the lecturer don come o.
Make we enter class.
The lecture drove into the class
environs in his black Honda EOD. He
headed straight to the class and began
teaching. One thing about Mr. Paul is
that he doesn’t care if you’re actually
listening to his teaching or not, he just
teaches. His class was always
borrrrrrrrrring. The class rep passed the
attendance round, while we wrote our
names down. Attendance was
compulsory as it incurs 10mrks.
While the class was going on Angel sat
next to me, at the back sit close to the
wall while Mayson and Cynthia sat
infront of me. I listened attentively
jotting down important points and this
was hitherto due to the fact that Mr
Paul doesn’t give notes. He was
presumably a very lazy lecturer. While
the class was going on, Angel
whispered into my ears
“Temy, are you enjoying the class?”
”it’s somehow boring, but what can I
do” i responded.
”don’t worry, just sit and watch” she
she gradually began to unzip my jeans.
I wasnt sure what I was seeing, so I
cleaned both eyes with my hands to be
sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me.
Me: Angel, what are you doing, there’s
a Lecturer in class?
Angel: shhhh, quite.
Me: but… But.. But.. Why?
I could feel my John Thomas getting
bigger has she inserted her hands into
my boxers. ”this can’t be happening…”
i tot ”well, not now, maybe later”. Angel,
began to stroke my John Thomas.
”ooh shiiit” I moaned.
Mayson looked back hurriedly and
asked, ”TEMY, wetin happen?”, he was
looking curious, this could be depicted
from his facial expression.
Me: oboy! I dey o. I make mistake for
wetin I been dey jot. Mehn, this lecturer
no dey speak loud
Mayson: yes o, I no fit wait make we
finish this class.
The stroking section continued again.
This time she went harder, she began
to stroke with full force. ”this girl wan
fall my hand o” i tot ”abi, she wan make
I cum for my jeans?”
Me: baby pls stop..
Angel: are you sure?
Me: yh, of course. I don’t want to cum
Angel: no problem, I will come visiting
on Tuesday, I heard prof. Muhammed
will be travelling out of the country so I
will come spend sometime with you.
My John Thomas nodded in Approval.