[STORY] DIARY OF A PASTOR’S SON (Episode 11)

Episode 11.

After that round, we both were exhausted. Biola slept on me. I couldn’t fall asleep so quickly just as she did. I battled with several thoughts that came rushing through my head. They made me feel like I had done the worst thing ever. I felt dirty, empty, tired, and torn inside. I finally lost it and it happened to be Biola. This would be likely impossible to confess to anybody.

The following morning, Biola got up before me. When finally my eyes opened, I saw her staring at me. My morning wood was on and I caught her staring down my shorts. We both stared at each other in a manner that implied we both wanted to do it again. I had zero will to resist the urge. Biola added to it by complementing my d*ck. She said it was huge.
Additionally, her beautiful hair, her extraordinary figure with a bumpy ass, and her popping cleavage were mesmerizing and I couldn’t keep control of what stood between my thighs. We ended up rolling on the sheet again that morning. She put me in several positions. I was a novice and she seemed to be an expert.

Later that morning after the vigorous experience with Biola, we were both feeling famished. The rumbling of my belly was so loud, and I could feel my eyes turning. Though Biola yawned heavily, I seemed to be hungrier. I think mine was on a different level. It felt like I hadn’t eaten for days. I lay tiredly on the bed, while the pictures of what we did last night came flooding my head.

Biola searched his brother’s kitchen, but there were no foodstuffs available. Thank God she still had some money with her. She left and returned after some minutes. She had two black nylon on her both hands which she held with care. “Take this one,” she stretched out her left hand. Just like a goat that was offered a green leaf, I hurriedly took it from her. I was about to unwrap the content when Biola screamed, “Femiiii, you haven’t even washed your hands.”
I sighed slowly and jumped down from the bed.
“Dirty boy,” she taunted in Yoruba. I just smiled and looked for water to wash my hands.

When finally I meticulously unwrapped the black nylon, I found white rice, beans, pieces of dodo (fried plantain), and a piece of meat with a sauce on top of it. Typical of roadside sellers. It wasn’t up to ten minutes when Biola turned in my direction, “Femi, so quick? Are you that hungry? I thought it’s just me,” she paused. “I’m very hungry and I wouldn’t mind if you sacrifice the one in your possession, I’d gladly eat, too,” I taunted.
She laughed and gave me a friendly punch on my shoulder. “Glutton like you,” she added. Biola was kind enough to have asked me to take the remaining pieces of dodo left in her food. With the speed of light, I grabbed them and threw them inside my mouth before she quickly changes her mind.

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It was around 11:00 am when Gbenga called to inform Biola that he was back from Lagos and he would finally come back to the house later in the evening. Gbenga wanted us to stay for one more night, but Biola informed him over the phone that we didn’t prepare for it. Besides, she already told my Aunt we would be coming back that morning. Gbenga understood her, so he told her where she would keep the keys for him till when he comes back.

Biola and I stayed back until around 12:30 pm when we took our bath in turns and got dressed. We eventually left Gbenga’s apartment. It was something we could trek. Besides, Biola already spent the last money with her on the food we both ate. It was about twenty-five minutes walk and I quite enjoyed walking with Biola. I so much liked her vibes, and with her, I already felt like I had a girlfriend.

We got home and met my Aunt cooking. My joy knew no bound on realizing she was preparing lunch. God knows I was still heavily hungry despite the food I ate earlier. The walk from Gbenga’s apartment down to My Aunt’s abode already sapped my strength.
So we exchanged pleasantries with my Aunt before Biola went inside the kitchen and took over from my Aunt. I stayed back with my Aunt in the sitting room.

My Aunt and I barely talk. It had always been normal greetings and all that. I mean, we never had any random conversation, but that day seemed to be different. She started by asking when I’d start Jamb lesson, get registered, and all those school stuff. So we got talking for the very first time since I came to Ibadan. My Aunt eventually broke a piece of shocking news to me. She said he spoke with my father on the phone last night, and he told her that Agatha was no longer staying with them in Ondo.

“Why? What happened?” I asked. “Your father caught her in the bathroom masturbating,” the response that pierced through my ears. Cold shivers ran through my spine and for some seconds, no single word left my mouth.
“But Agatha is an orphan, why would my father chases her away?”
“He didn’t chase her. She fled out of the house for fear of being punished by your father and nobody has seen her for two days,” she paused.
I was dumbfounded and didn’t know what else to say. If I was still in Ondo, I’m sure by now, Agatha would have implicated me in one way or another, I had pondered.
Well, I was also concerned about her well-being, I mean where would the poor girl run to? Who knows what my father had threatened to do to her before she disappeared. I knew what he could do. I could have called Agatha, but she had no phone.

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Later that day, after we ate Amala and efo riro for lunch, I called my father intending to know more about Agatha but I intended to disguise it by asking her irrelevant question to see if he would talk about it himself. “Dad, when are you sending the clothes again?” I enquired when he picked up. “Femi, I thought I told you next week?” He raised his voice. I didn’t day anything. “I’ll waybill them next week Monday,” he added and disconnected. I regretted ever dialing his number that afternoon. He simply made me feel desperate for ordinary clothes, not knowing I had hidden intentions.

While I headed to my room that afternoon, I didn’t notice a wooden stool was before me, I collided with it and it hit me badly. I fell and got my ankle twisted. Though I didn’t feel the pain at that moment, It was later at night when it started paining badly. So I told my Aunt. She gave me one local oil to apply to it. “Tell Biola to help you massage it,” she said
Biola came out of her room when she heard her name. I told her what my Aunt said, so she went in with me to my room. She had been in the other room with my sister, Aramide. Biola took my leg in her lap and started pressing it and asking me if it was paining me. ” Yes, please, take it easy,” I groaned.

I was in more pain while she was pressing my leg. She kept pressing my leg forward and backward. I was in so much pain and hence, I was shaking my leg which accidentally touched her boobs and stomach. She didn’t mind it and I didn’t care either.
She got me a pain killer and I took one as she was pressing my leg. I started feeling a bit relieved and I slept in that position while she went back to sleep.

The following day, Biola came to massage my leg. But this time, I didn’t have much pain, so I was watching her massaging my leg. As she was pulling my leg, it was touching her boobs which started giving me a boner!
I tried to cover it but at the same time, I wanted to feel Biola’s nipples. So I closed my eyes and started acting as if it was paining and started extending my leg which was slightly pressing her boobs.

After some time, I felt that her nipples were getting hard. so I started rolling my toe around Biola’s nipple. After some time, I opened my eyes to see her reaction. She had closed her eyes and was rubbing my leg so softly and allowing my leg to touch her boobs! This made my d*ck fully erect and I got a huge tent in my shorts.

Then I asked her slowly, “Can I remove my shorts so that you can massage my leg more freely?” She said. So I unzipped it. “Can you do it please as I can’t get up?” I asked her
She said, “No problem” and she removed my shorts slowly. Now I was in my underwear which was really wet with my pre-cum and with a huge tent. Biola saw it too but didn’t say anything. So I got a bit more courage and started thinking about touching her legs as she was sitting in such a fashion which made her one leg stretch towards me.

As Biola was still rubbing my leg, my toes were touching her nipples. She started breathing heavily so I dropped my hand on her leg which landed almost on her knee. But on top of her nighty, I suddenly lifted my hand and put it under her nighty.
My heart was pounding like I was going to die but I was so excited that I didn’t care about any consequences. And Biola didn’t utter a word. This time, her hand started going upwards, toward my knee. So I touched her knee under her nighty too, for which she gave a jerk but she didn’t even look at me.

So I continued with a soft rub towards Biola’s thighs. She even adjusted herself and came a bit close to me and started rubbing my thighs. My d*ck started throbbing which was literally trembling. I never felt that much joy in my entire life.
I gathered all the courage and uttered a word, “a bit up”. She looked at me but didn’t move any further. I was scared again and I started re-thinking, “Am I taking it all wrong? Am I thinking something bad? What if My Aunty enters? What if we get caught today?

But after some time, Biola shook her leg and pushed it close to me. Then I stopped thinking with my brain and my d*ck overtook everything. This time, I directly grabbed her thighs and she started breathing like a dragon.
She closed her eyes and started rubbing my thighs. With my other hand, I held her hand and placed it on my d*ck.

To be continued…

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