Valerie was the kind of girl who shagged you just because…and for four years while we were at University of Jos I waited for her to but she toyed with me, played with my emotions and never let me part her legs and make her sing.
A year after graduation, an invitation card arrived at my office; Valerie was getting married to this dude from a celebrity-page-big-name family.
The wedding was grand and lasted from Friday to Sunday. Sunny Ade played on Friday, Obey played on Saturday and Paul Play took the stage on Sunday.
Valerie glowed as if she had been sprinkled with fairy dust for indeed hers was a fairy tale wedding.
Three years later, I am at Mega Plaza when someone screams my name. I turn and it is Valerie leading this cute girl by the hand.
We hugged and then she introduced her child.
“My daughter, Viola.”
Viola was a spitting image of her mother; pretty, full lips and with that same droopy eyes boys called ‘Come and Do’ back in school.
“How is married life?” I asked but Valerie hit me with it straight without painkillers.
“We are divorced. I found out he is gay. The family paid me to keep it quiet. So, here I am single and searching.”
“Tease,” I said and she laughed.
“Call me sometime, we could hook up,” she told me as she stuck her call card in my breast pocket.
I didn’t call. I was a kid back in Jos but as a grown man I wasn’t going to waste my time chasing pu&#y that would always remain elusive.
Then I ran into Valerie two weeks ago at the wedding of an old class mate.
She was still as pretty as ever and sitting beside her was an even prettier version of her.
We hugged and then she said “you remember Viola, my daughter?”
“Get out of here,” I said and she laughed.
“I always get her. She is in JS2 now. Back to school on Monday so we are painting the town red. Come, sit with us.”
It was uncanny and a tad bit uncomfortable sitting there with the two prettiest women in the hall, one of whom was just 13 years old but already filled out in all the right places but I relaxed as she began to speak because even though her body was that of a woman, her mind was a child’s.
A few minutes after the couple made their entrance, Valerie asked me to come with her.
“I need to fetch their gift. It’s in my room upstairs. We came in yesterday. I didn’t want to have to rush down from Lekki to Festac so early.”
And so we went upstairs, Valerie walking ahead of me, her bum swinging, my whatchamacallit rising. She still had the same effect on me.
“You are still a very pretty girl,” I whispered when we got to her door.
“And you are a dashing young man too,” she said and pushed the door open.
“Tease,” I said as I stepped but she had turned and reached for my hand.
“I was wet the moment you hugged me,” she said as she kissed me.
“Really,” I asked kissing her back.
And the next moment she had undone her wrapper and hands on her bed, offered me her ass.
I pulled down her panties and slid a finger into her kintus. She wasn’t lying. Babe was like a fountain.
“Come inside, Oshoko. Come in now.”
This was going to be a quickie.
I reached for my wallet, pulled on a condom and slid right into her, a 15-year fantasy finally fulfilled.
Five minutes later, her knees shaking and my ears ringing, we kissed then headed back to the hall.
