Reminiscing I broke my virginity in the most unforgettable way ever

I could feel his breath closing in on me, so fast, and all that I could say was “Kweku, please stop it”.

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 Pulse writer, Alice Adu recounts how she broke her virginity.

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I closed my eyes as he came closer.

I could feel his breath closing in on me, so fast, and all that I could say was “Kweku, please stop it”.

But I really meant, “Kweku, kiss me softly.”

Guilty pleasure.

I was half dressed, lying on the bed of his favorite aunt, Auntie Adepa. It felt cozy. The pink and blue bedsheets, complemented by the white duvet, made the bed warmer than the feeling I was used to on my student’s mattress.

He was in a pair of white boxer shorts, smelling all seductive, with his fine six-pack stomach firmly on top of me. I covered my eyes as the guilt of the whole situation dawned on me.

It was my first time.

Kweku and I had barely gotten to know each other, and even till this day, I struggle to believe how I ended up in bed with him within such a short period.

I met him at one of my vacation classes at Chemu Secondary School in Community 4, Tema. I was running late and needed to get to the school before 9 am for a crucial class test.

I wore a pink tank top which was conveniently styled to reveal a part of my cleavage. With it was short blue jeans skirt, Adidas sneakers and a smart-looking backpack to match. My braids were in graceful flight as I walked, sweeping the air sideways. In hindsight, I must admit, I had my A-game on no man could drive away without a second glance.

As I strolled down the alley to the school, a red Mercedes, in a seeming rush to God knows where just splashed muddy water on my white sneakers.”Oh my God!” I exclaimed as I stood looking at my ruined feet in frustration. It was a proper buzzkill, and tears began welling up in my eyes. “Should I go back home? Should I buy some bathroom slippers to wear to the school? Or do I just go to the school like that?” I thought to myself. The tears were by this time cascading down my cheek.

Annoyed with myself and whoever did that, I thought of returning home, since I had even lost interest in the class session.

“Excuse me, madam,” a voice called from behind. I turned and saw this tall, dark guy, with a neatly shaved beard and sporting a white T-Shirt, red shorts, and slippers to match. “Hello,” I gestured back with a surprised look. “Erm, erm, I’m sorry for splashing the water on you, my brakes almost failed me, but thank God I’m fine, notwithstanding. I apologize.”

He kept apologizing profusely, and I just stared, hard.

“That's okay,” I said in the end.

“My name is Kweku, and my car is over there,” he continued.

“Can I drop you?”

I neither said yes nor no. I just followed.

We exchanged numbers and became friends after he dropped me at home.

We began to talk every day. I got to know him and vice-versa. I enjoyed our conversations. I developed a crush on him.

He was 23, a level 300 student of the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology (KNUST) in Kumasi. He had come home for the long vacation and was living with his rather stern aunt, who worked with Cocobod, at Tema Community 6. His parents were based abroad.

It was on that fateful Tuesday afternoon when his aunt had left for work. He invited me to his home. I was curious to go find how his home looked like and also because we had shared some intimate conversations on phone. I hopped into a taxi was driven straight to Tema Community 6.

He picked me from the Hospital Junction and in less than five minutes we were at his. I wore a long tiger-like dress with blue slippers and dangling earrings. I actually didn’t know what was going to happen. I didn’t envisage anything either.

The room was big. There were pictures spread across the wall. They were a couple. I knew right away it was his aunt’s room. It had a blue light at the left corner of the bed where her perfumes were positioned. The atmosphere was just right for whatever moment it was going to be.

He sat beside me on the bed and held my hands.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

His palms felt soft. His voice was husky - something that melted me in ways I can't describe, (and still does -  weakness of mine).

It was getting cold in there because the AC was on full blast and that perhaps gave him the upper hand to draw closer. I felt goose bumps all over as he approached. My hands shook. I was nervous.

The next thing I knew, we were kissing! Passionately, too.

He held both my breasts in his wide palms. Yes, they were that tiny.

His touch sent chills down my spine. I was really enjoying what he was doing. I wanted more. His lips looked rough outside but felt soft when he planted them on mine.

I was going to talk but he put his finger on my lips and smiled. It helped, because I was afraid, that smile reassured me.

He raised me up on my feet and slowly undressed me. I was left with just my green G-string on and I thought to myself,How is this going to be? Will it be painful? Am I sure about this?”

I knew at this point what was surely going to happen to me.

I could see myself in the big mirror that hung on the wall. I looked curvy. And he stood behind me, wrapped both hands around my body and put his head on my shoulder.

He turned me to face him and held my buttocks with both hands and I melted in his arms.

He pushed me to the bed whiles he stood to undress. I still couldn't watch but felt  HIM when laid on me.

The first penetration was difficult.

And with the third try, he was in! I felt a severe pain but I kept my cool.

He kept reassuring me.

“Calm down and  relax, you will like this.” He stressed.

It was all over now. Even though It was painful, I liked it but felt ashamed.

The next thing, I saw blood on the bed and  I panicked.

Don't worry, I will take care of it,” he told me.

I dressed up and sat quietly waiting for him to dress up as well.

He gave me a big hug when I was about entering the taxi and asked me to call him when I got home.

We continued to talk till it was time for him to return to school after the long vac.

Anytime I think about him, I could only smile.

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