A Truelove Story: My NYSC Teacher [Episode 2]
We are back with the Episode 2 of the newest story on Naijaloaded titled “My NYSC Teacher“.
Just in case you missed the Episode 1, Click HERE to read.
Now, let’s get down to business..
It began with too much talk… boys talk. A bunch of school boys from Lighthouse Secondary school, located inside Owerri. The school was surrounded by a small thick bush at the back with a low fence.
The bush had a cleared space, where people can easily trek and connect to the main-road – very busy road, with cars speeding every minute looking for accidents. Kola always talked too much. He knew the name of all the porn-stars.
He knew the different kind of sex positions – from doggy to missionary to frog style, even known and unknown styles. If there was a subject or topic in school on how to fu3k and fu3k very well. Kola would be the prefect, lab assistant and on-top will be getting an “A” back to back.
Kola was the big boy. He had a square head, the fore-head looked like it received a strong punch which pushed out his “Ogonus” making it look like a run-way where aeroplanes take off. But Kola was well built and charcoal black –a human version of burnt plantain. He had a red lips that shown like burning firewood.
Kola was the first to develop bears in our class. It was thick like the university boys. He was the big boy. Girls flocked him. He enjoyed showing us how to fu3k. How to bend and rotate the waist to hit the “right angle”. He was the one that told us that; we should never use Bar-soap –the green long soap used for washing clothes. He said it would make the spe-rm to “be water water” and that it used to peel peni3” I was horrified.
I had a picture of my peni3 peeling like banana. He said we should use Lux or Imperial soap. That it smells like the main thing – a girl’s vag-ina. He even taught us how to masturbate very well. How to rob on the cap of the peni3, twisting it, like you are washing sugar cane. We all believed him. If anyone has had sex in our class, we were sure it was kola. We believed hm. He was our father.
But Kola hated me because I was smart and always came top of the class. He was last. His last was fearful. The one that would make you want to carry out a science experiment on his head, to find out if he has a brain. It was a simple question our teacher asked him…”What is Agriculture?” and Kola was stuck murmuring “culture”. He couldn’t answer it. I did and the teacher said I should repeat it to his face. Fire had started then. Kola warned, he would deal with me and he did.
It was at school dismissal, the next week. At the back of the school. Paul, one of Kola’s crew told me they had killed a big snake that was swallowing a rat. Excited, I ran towards where he directed. We climbed the short fence and into the bush. Paul walked further. I heard a noise, slow grunts like an animal caught in a trap. But it was kola, His trouser dropped to his legs. His black buttocks was a different colour from the green leaves brushing his back, telling him to take it easy. He was screwing the living day-light out of Sandra, who had to cover her mouth to keep herself from shouting…less they were caught.
My Sandra! Sandra I had sent so many love letters to. Sandra that would let me insert a finger or two in her vag-ina. While the biology teacher talked about reproduction. Sandra that I would incantate, when I touch myself, imagining her soft brown lips around my peni3, as my hand runs up and down it. Here she was, one hand on the fence, the other on her hip. Her pink pant at her knee. She was enjoying it, moaning. Slowly thrusting her hips backwards receiving what kola was giving her.
Something happened. Kola fu3ked her harder, fiercer, ramming her to the wall like a mad bull. Then I heard him groan and collapse on her. I felt blood rush to my brain. I couldn’t take it again. I rushed and pushed him off her. He looked at me and smiled. He wore his trousers. And from nowhere, his guys appeared from the bush. I was sent to the ground in an instant. Different feet, too many to count rubbished my face.
It was an ambush. His friends had waited for me in the bush. The beat me senselessly and left me there. Blood dripped from my nose and my mouth was re-shaped –like an orange hungrily squeezed. I remember walking slowly through the path-way like a drunkard. My school uniform thorn and dirty. My legs dusty and bruised
Unknowingly, I found myself already in the main road, my sense was failing and next thing I heard was a loud car horn. I went blank…
Watch out for Episode 3 on Friday.
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