January 15, 2017 at 12:25 pm #940587ValentineAdmin
Author: Adams Odunayo
If anyone had told me six hours before now
that I would be in a room with this aged fat
man, all dressed looking like a first class ‘runs
babe’, I would have argued with them. I stared
around, looking almost confused.
It was a Friday and Dorcas, my roommate,
had called me to inform me of a birthday
party happening later in the day.
She called me from home, and although her
plan when she was leaving school on
Wednesday was to return to school on Sunday
evening, she changed her mind and decided to
come back to the hostel on Friday evening so
she could attend the birthday bash of a
popular rich man in Lagos.
Dorcas is a party girl. The only thing that can
make her not go for any big party in town is
school exams. And we had finished our
second semester exams on Tuesday, with few
practicals left for the coming week, hence, her
decision to go home on Wednesday and return
It was as if Dorcas knew I was officially the
‘most bored person’ in the world that day
when she put a call to me telling me about
the said birthday bash which her school
mother had invited her to.
From the way she sounded on phone, there
were lots of incentives attached to being
present at the party. Meeting with top
politicians and top influencers in the country
(which I was not too keen about), going home
with lots of cash if you know how to play your
game quite well… (I didn’t know what that
really meant, but was hoping everything would
be just fine), and so many more!
I just wanted to have fun in the company of
my friends, get out of this my boredom state
which I had been for 48 hours and return back
with well… money!
I knew that I was a smart girl (I still am), so
no matter what games they might be planning
for everybody present at the party to do to win
some money, I was sure of myself.
Just like Dorcas, I had no boyfriend but
although Dorcas had been in and out of five
relationships, I really could not figure out why
I could not hold on to one.
Most of the guys who had asked me out
ended up irritating me… except Abiola.
Abiola was studying Computer Science and he
was about two levels above me. It was the
fifth month since Abiola and I had been
friends (although he was still waiting for my
reply to his proposal).
The ‘clean’ dark guy was, and is still cool,
calm and collected. Unlike those other boys
who just get me irritated with either their
behaviors, orientation or their words, Abiola
always knew when to talk, keep quiet and he
was always making me laugh.
Although I was deeply convinced that he was
the one for me, I still dragged my reply to his
proposal just to be sure of what I was getting
“At least, he’s still better than all of those
other unserious guys,” I had silently thought.
“I will never allow him go. He’s the one for
me,” I assured myself further.
But Dorcas is a free bird; she had tried out
about seven relationships that did not work
out, they all ended even before they started.
The last one ended dramatically and I was
very thankful it ended at the time it did.
Well… when Dorcas called me to intimate me
on how we were going to meet, I wanted to
ask her how her school mother, whom she had
not seen in years, suddenly got across to her,
to tell her about the gig happening later in the
She was obviously in a rush to get off the
phone so as to prepare and get back to school
When Dorcas arrived, we were both in a haste,
and our dressing routine which usually takes
two hours, ended in less than thirty-five
Spotting a sheer tube dress that barely
covered my bosoms and butt, with other parts
of my body leaving much to be imagined, I
was all set for the party.
“Wheeeeeeeeeew!” Dorcas exclaimed when we
were all set. “Omo, you’re simply hot.”
With the both of us gaily dressed, a car was
already waiting to pick us outside. It was later
that I got to know that it was part of the
arrangement for the gig; everyone is taken
care of right from their doorsteps.
When we finally got to the venue, I was
thankful to God that I dressed like a ‘big
babe’, although my parents would have to
look twice to be sure it was their daughter
they were actually seeing.
We got to the venue few minutes before 11pm
and there was music and various games for
all the fine ladies and the ‘big men’.
Looking around, I didn’t see any young boy
that could conveniently fall into the category
of the word ‘young’. The space was filled with
‘big old men’ and many young girls, but I was
As we moved more into the night, I noticed
that Dorcas had drifted away from me, she
was laughing off already in the company of
two old men. At a point, I didn’t see her again
and I just concluded she had gone to the other
side of the space with her newly found friends.
While I was doing my thing, my eyes got in
contact with a pot-bellied man for the third
time. I saw him as he finally got up, making a
move towards me.
While I was still wondering, “who will talk to
this pot-bellied, overfed man,” he got to touch
me on my shoulders.
And since my short dress was barely covering
my backside and my boobs, the man must
have been drunk with all other revealing parts
of my body that he saw.
Before I could say Jack, I was already in a
seat alone with our dear ‘Wonderman’ (that
was what he called himself). He was quite a
funny man and I said in my mind he wouldn’t
be a bad friend for the night.
After a while, he asked us to move down a
room. The hall was already getting deserted
with only few people left and the few people
left were all in pairs. I tried Dorcas’ number, it
was switched off so I decided to follow
‘Wonderman’, since it was my last resort.
When we got in, he went straight to the
bathroom and within few minutes, returned in
only his underwear.
I had watched a few of Nollywood movies with
this kind of scene and it was almost looking
like another one was about to play out; in
which I was fast becoming the star actress. I
could not breathe properly again, my heart
was beating faster than necessary.
I decided to think back at what pushed me to
the situation I was, with a man old enough to
be my dad, all alone in this well-furnished
Wonderman did not allow me enter deep into
my thoughts before he jerked me back to life
again by touching my shoulder…(my shoulder
When I looked at him, his face had already
changed. He was not looking like the person I
met outside minutes back, he was looking like
one who will get anything done at all costs.
The expression on his face, his body
movements all suggested he was only waiting
for me to make a move. A move, that I was
not sure what exactly he wanted.
His hands had already made for my boobs
and… I was freaking hot already, but was not
sure of what exactly I wanted.
I was already enjoying the guilty, but sweet
feeling, before my senses returned. I quickly
looked around, picked up my bag which I had
dropped somehow, and ran out of the room.
It was close to midnight, so there was really
nowhere for me to go, but I managed to get a
taxi which took me straight home.
After taking my bath, I played the scene all
over again. And although I enjoyed the aspect
where he was beginning to fondle with my
bosom, I just told myself, “that’s exactly how
What would I have told Abiola whom I was
seriously considering as a future partner?
Well… I didn’t do anything silly. I was glad as
I sneaked into my blanket and slept off almost
immediately. What a day it was for me!January 15, 2017 at 12:38 pm #940603σиєαℓ32Member
yimmu Xo d man alow u runJanuary 15, 2017 at 12:44 pm #940609Etz d’bramoMember
thank ur spirit
Buh who knows datz wah really happenedJanuary 15, 2017 at 12:45 pm #940611olayintanMember
Bring it onJanuary 15, 2017 at 12:46 pm #940612DIDI LA PEZMember
Uni students. Most of dem do d unthinkable in schJanuary 15, 2017 at 12:57 pm #940619Etz FroshberryMember
More!January 15, 2017 at 1:09 pm #940629KachiskaMember
Thank God you escaped from thereJanuary 15, 2017 at 1:17 pm #940636OlumideMember
So the “Wonderman” wasn’t man enough to rough-handle you to ecstasy of wild s*x after all.
Thank God for the escape of not cheating on your Abiola through a bad friend in Dorcas.