DIARY OF AN ASSISTANT GIRLFRIEND PART-4

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This is a continuation of “diary of an assistant girlfriend part-1
Diary of an assistant girlfriend part-2
Diary of an assistant girlfriend part-3

The moment I entered Jack’s house, I forgot my resolve to tell him about all that had happened with Mark. He seemed pretty excited to see me that I didn’t want to spoil his mood with the truth. I would postpone telling him till later.

The only thing was that things got heated a few minutes later. My heart beat triple time as he slowly undressed me but I didn’t resist him and he was so caught up in the moment, he didn’t notice the fact that I didn’t offer any hindrance or resistance to his advances.

After what Mark had done to me, I thought I would never experience sex in a calm and sedate manner, the way it ought to be experienced between two consensual adults who had feelings for each other. But in Jack’s arms, I felt myself blossoming, exploding with colour and vibrancy. His kind and tender touch filled my heart with a warmth I never dreamed I’d feel.

Nothing was rushed; nothing was gross. His fingers made secret places on my body tingle, places I never imagined would ever feel as alive. I closed my eyes and clung to him when he moved over my breasts with his lips and touched my nipple with the tip of his tongue. I felt as if I were falling, but as long as I held on to him tightly I would be safe, forever.

He didn’t rush to force his dick inside me. It was as if he knew what I had experienced under Mark’s forced sex the night before. But when my hymen seemed to offer little resistance, he looked at me and I knew he knew. He seemed to get over his shock quickly and in a few quick thrusts, he was done.

I told him I was sorry…I tried to explain how things happened. I told him I’d been raped but I didn’t tell him who and my role in it. I painted Mark as the bad guy.

Jack was shocked and stewed for a while. He eventually comforted me and assured me, that it wasn’t the end of our relationship, unless I wanted it. He had taken everything in stride, or so I thought.

I cried all the way to school. I was completely ashamed. I had started out trying to make Jack jealous but had ended up messing up everything.

But Mark was waiting for me in school. Kristen was out when he came to my room and apologized for his statement the night before. I told him all that transpired between me and Jack, I carefully left out the part that I’d painted him as the bad guy.

I told him I and Jack were still together, he knew what had happened and was still sticking with me. He asked me if we were bound by an oath. I smiled and told him, we were bound by true love, oh, how I wished this was true.

Four months later, I and Jack were still together and in my mind I thought we were waxing stronger. Jack and I had sex now and every weekend I spent in his place, we spent more time under the sheets than out of it. The only problem was, when I and Jack got into our lapses of silence, I’d find succor in Mark’s arms.

Mark had refused to let go and I found it difficult to turn down his advances despite what he had done. I had heard from friends chatter how difficult it was for a girl to let go of her first and I seemed to be experiencing the same thing. It didn’t help matters either that Mark sometimes subtly threatened me with his influence as a former cultist. I was stuck in a web of deceit and betrayal, spanned by none other than myself and I couldn’t seem to get out of it.

One evening, Mark had his fingers inside me, the beginning of one of our sexcapades. I was in his room and on the throes of passion, trying to forget the nasty argument Jack and I’d had the day before on a suspicious call he kept receiving. I longed to be lost in Mark’s arms and was halfway to Pearly Gates when he suddenly stopped.

“Why is your discharge this thick?”

I couldn’t mistake the wariness in his tone as he asked so I couldn’t help rapping back smartly, “because I’m ovulating I guess. Its called cervical mucus.”

“Really?”

He didn’t seem to believe me but I thought nothing of it until he went to wash his fingers briskly and call a doctor friend of his. That ended our lovemaking session for that day and forever.

Finally, I’d had enough of Mark. His doubt of my virtue was the swift kick of reality I needed that I was casting my pearl before a swine. He thought that my thick discharge was a result of some infection but his doctor friend had assured him it was really cervical mucus, he said you couldn’t be careful but I nodded serenely while boiling with rage within. After being the one who forcefully deflowered me, he was having doubts about my sexual health. The fvctard!

A few days later, I had also had enough of Jack. My roommate showed me pictures of a girl he took out on a date at the cinemas and seemed intimate with. She was probably the one who kept his lines busy with her calls and the one he made all those secret calls to. I kept wondering why he didn’t want to let me go. He knew I couldn’t end it…

By the end of second semester year three, I met Jack’s younger brother, Kelvin at the party of one of Jack’s friends. He had just returned home from service and was the breath of fresh air I needed. We got talking and his being an alumni of my department drew us closer.

However, tragedy struck before the beginning of the holidays. After complaining of fatigue and dizziness and taken to the hospital for check-up, my friend Richard, died. It was the most painful time of my life, because a huge part of me was hopeful that he would get better especially after his successful kidney transplant.

He never did.

I had to stay back to go for his funeral and it was during that time that Kelvin occupied a prominent position in my life. News of his death had left me depressed for days but he’d been there to lend his support. His elder brother and I had finally drifted apart but I and Kelvin seemed to get closer with every passing day.

I mostly enjoyed his company and was fine with being close friends with him. He was a great guy, funny, witty and more mature than his elder brother. However, he didn’t match up to Jack in the looks department, as Jack was more handsome with a sex appeal that could leave females within a mile radius, horny. Excluding close family members, that is. Kelvin, on the other hand, was ‘silently’ handsome. His most prominent features were the dimples on his cheeks, his aquiline nose and a chipped tooth. He had a really soft side that was the direct opposite of his brother’s rugged nature. They were as dissimilar as night and day but got along fine.

All my female friends knew we were close friends and Kristen enjoyed having Kelvin in the room because he was the intelligent one. His conversations always revolved around history and happening events, Kristen fondly called him a ‘walking encyclopedia’. I knew she was attracted to him and soon, they became an item.

Kristen and Kelvin? They seemed like a cute couple and I was happy for them. Kristen had not been lucky in her last relationship. Her and her former boyfriend spent the bulk of their three year relationship in different cities and just like mine, it had been a roller coaster of emotions. After going on and off again for the 20th time, Kristen had had enough and needed a clean break. She was starting over with Kelvin.

I eventually went home for the holidays.

TO BE CONTINUED

By Kelly chikezie

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