Teenagers and s-x episode 1

TEENAGERS AND S-x
Episode 1
Children’s day was celebrated this week.
I did my morning routine as usual; dressing up for work and wondering why the federal government didn’t declare the day a public holiday. It would have saved me the stress of going to work today, and would have made my girl stay back and not rush off back to school. She had come to spend the weekend with me, like she does most times. She had to go back to school for Monday morning lectures, and I will be alone again until another two weeks or so.
I rushed through the morning headlines with my phone, and read about the first lady’s speech about ending teenage pregnancy and educating the girl child.
The headline struck me and I had to read the full speech. It was a nice speech, articulate and full of bright ideas and solutions. It addressed the problems of the girl-child; kicking against teenage pregnancy. The article tried to discourage teenage s€×, highlighting the dangers therein.
But I noticed something was amidst; either ignorantly or knowingly – the teenage girl was painted as being venerable, naive and pliable. I believe the article seek to address girls within the age limit of thirteen to nineteen; these are the teenage girls, most of which are still at senior secondary schools, while some are either trying to gain admission into the higher institutes or are freshers at higher institutes.
Reading the article that morning, I began to see areas where the article erred and where it needed amendment.
Either the media and publicity crew of the first lady were myopic, or they were trying so hærd to pass out a wrong message. They made the teenage girl look innocent and naive; like they were victims of a harsh machismo. The truth, as it was not represented on that speech was that most of these teenage girls are eager to experiment with s€×. They are far more exposed than we would want to agree. Some of them have engaged in so much s€×-capades that the experience they’ve garnered from such adventures will make a full-grown adult blush.
As I read through her speech that morning, I recalled my experience with a teenager; not just one teenager, but two.
The crazy things we do! I thought to myself.
There are stuffs I wasn’t proud of, there are those I would love to erase totally. Inasmuch as I felt it was wrong, it was one of the most memorable s€×-capade I’ve had.
Not-too-long Ago. . .
I came across a lot of teenagers during my service year. I was doing a part time with an all Girl’s secondary school, and I was teaching their senior students Further Maths and Technical Drawing. I saw it as normal when the girls became close to me. The principal had earlier explained to me that the school had found it difficult to get a F/maths teacher ever since the last corper finished his service year. The students were very willing to learn, and soon, I developed a cordial relationsh¡p with them. I ensured I maintained the relationsh¡p at a cordial level, but it seems it was an impossible deal. Staying alone at the science lab where I used as my office, the students gather around me using one pretense or the other; mostly for me to help solve one problem or the other for them in relation to their studies. When the cordial relationsh¡p I had with them started becoming an object of controversy as most of them skipped classes just to stay with me at the lab, I started removing myself from them. I relocated my office to the staff room and came to the lab only when it was time for my classes.
But I had already built a strong rapport with the head girl; Omore. She was almost the prettiest in the school; and she was the principal’s daughter; and the head-girl of the school.
I have a weakness for smart and intelligent girls, this was how I became endeared to Omore. She asked intelligent questions, she hærdly misuses her time. She’s always bringing one case or problem for me to help her solve, either in mathematics, physics, chemistry, f/maths and other sciences; except Biology of course, which was my worst subject.
Even while I relocated to the staff room, Omore didn’t decline in coming to my corner, with calculator, textbooks and jotter. Of course the teachers spied on us, but soon lost interest as it was crystal clear that we were solving problems.
When the teacher, whose desk and corner I was occupying temporarily at the staff room returned from her maternity leave, it was imminent that I had to return to the lab. Returning to the lab made the students to start coming closer to me once more, but this time around, I was stricter. I told some of them off and told them to come only on break time. But it was almost impossible to stay away from Omore. After I had returned to the lab, we started staying together more often. Other students wondered why I don’t tell her off the way I used to do to them, and soon, it was concluded that I was her boyfriend, and they let us be; all of them but one; Sandra Ekhana!
Sandra was an arts students so she normally doesn’t have a reason to be at the lab. I took notice of her during the march-pass rehearsals for the October 1st independence day march-pass. We, the corpers at the school were given the mandate to train the school’s marching team and prep them for the upcoming event. So we did our rehearsals during break time. She was the head of the marching team, and was good at it; so I made her the commander.
Sandra looked a bit older than her mates. She had well-advanced features; full bosoms, round h¡ps, big thighs that you can almost see her stretch marks at a glance. She was very direct in speech and acts a lot matured. I noticed something about her too; she was s€×ually active; very active!
It wasn’t rocket science. After few days of being familiar at the marching ground, we became a bit closer. She started coming to the lab once in a while; and most times, would demand that I buy things for her for the break.
Omore noticed the new enemy encroaching into her territory and decided to protect her territory from the alien intruder. One afternoon, she told me some things about Sandra; things I didn’t find hærd to believe; things I had noticed earlier.
“Sandra is a sl.ut.” she told me one afternoon. I pretended to be surprised at this. I knew Sandra was s€×ually active, but didn’t believe she was a s€×-freak; I believed Omore was just exaggerating issues.
“She sleeps with guys in town. I even heard that those mallams beside the mosque sleeps with her.” She said. It was obvious she was trying hærd to paint Sandra in a bad light. In her innocent mind, exposing those flirtatious attitudes of her rival will make me abhor her; she was wrong.
Her expository remarks of Sandra made me more keen to get a piece of action.
“I also heard she sleeps with two guys at the same time, and uses her mouth on them. . .” she said, blushing at the comments she just made. She couldn’t garner the courage to use the word “blow-j.o.b”.
Her comments about Sandra did not discourage me from her, rather, it made me excited whenever I saw Sandra; that was how my evil mind started making fantasies; wondering how it will be to get a piece of her ar’se.
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