“You’re really not like they said you are.”
Mark’s statement made me smile a little and if I was light-skinned, there would certainly be a blush on my cheeks. I thanked him and proceeded to leave but he was not done with me.
He walked with me to the empty class where I planned to do some reading and filled my ears with all the nice words. I felt flattered that Mark would pay me any attention so I indulged him and rather than spend the evening reading, we chatted about nothing and everything. It had been so long someone paid me some form of attention like he was doing that I felt like a dying flower suddenly rejuvenated by water and sunshine.
Who is Mark? Well, Mark is one of the older guys who stayed in the boys quarters. He had graduated a year earlier after spending six years for a four-year course. He was currently on youth service and had recently been redeployed to the state.
We had been neighbours for close to a year and had only said hi and bye to each other by way of communication. But he wasn’t the only one who’d had a skewed first impression based on rumors. I also had the mental image of him as a hard guy because of the fact that he rarely smiled and rumors, which were confirmed to be true, that he’d been a cultist in his undergraduate years.
Not just any cult but the deadly Black Sailors who at the mere mention of their name sent terror down the spine of hapless victims. I had also seen him and his friends deliver ‘matchet drills’ on the back of another neighbour who had insulted him. The matchet drills included using the side of short matchets to administer blows on the back of the victims. The beatings rarely drew blood but the pain was searing enough.
His cultist activities had been the reason he’d had to spend six years in the university instead of four. He and some other friends had been arrested and found guilty of manslaughter. Luckily for him, the school hadn’t been notified of this so he had deferred his admission till he served time; a mere two years based on the corrupt justice system.
He was a dangerous guy but I’d gotten to the stage in my life where I didn’t care anymore. I was beginning to get worn out with my relationship with Jack because it only seemed to be deteriorating each passing day.
Our last beef had been caused by my snooping. I’d had the strong urge that he was cheating on me so I put my detective skills to work, he’d caught me at it and things had gotten nasty.
Throughout my two-week exams Jack and I didn’t speak to each other. I was still so pissed at him that I didn’t call or inform him when I left for home.
Mark had been really kind throughout my exam period and even though we hadn’t been close as neighbours because of his notoriety, I found myself giggling when he chatted me up on Whatsapp on the bus home. I was only enjoying all the attention he gave me. And I wished Jack could see how another guy obviously wanted my company.
Mark started sexting me a few days later, and I was replying. He knew about my relationship with Jack but he didn’t care. When I’d first tried to put him off by reminding him of my relationship, he reminded me of the fact that I wasn’t married yet so I was still fair game. He didn’t cast any aspersions on Jack’s personality per se but made insinuations about his conduct especially when he found out I was a virgin.
After he didn’t hear from me for a week, Jack called and I told him I’d gone back home. He was surprised that I had gone without informing him but I didn’t care. I told him I didn’t feel like he wanted me around since his privacy was more precious to him so I left without telling him. He apologized for overreacting when he’d seen me going through his phones and eventually I relented.
The holiday wasn’t a long one so I expected to be back in school in three weeks time. We made up on the promisory note of my visit to his place when I returned. Meanwhile, Mark and I were becoming really close. We engaged in a lot of meaningless banter, and somewhere along the line I began think about him a lot. Everything he did was sexy.
Mark made me feel special when I returned to school. Due to my inability to get IT placement outside school, I had to do my IT in the school’s lab. He made it a duty to check up on me almost every evening. Sometimes, when I complained of hunger, he would take me to get Mishai (bread and fried eggs) and drink. I enjoyed his company and though he still made advances, I tried to resist him. But sometimes, when we were alone, things got out of hand.
In the backyard, sometimes in his friend’s car when we drove out together. We kissed and got really intimate, with him sometimes slipping his hand into my panties and up my coochie while I moaned in ecstasy. I didn’t seem to care that people could be watching us. I thought it was in secret and nobody knew what was going on.
But some of my neighbours were beginning to get suspicious of our sudden friendship and the fact that they saw me frequenting his room, set tongues wagging. Everyone started talking about me in derogatory terms when I wasn’t there. Just like Daddy Freeze, I lost all respect. Especially because they knew I was already in a relationship with Jack. My worth took a free-fall like the naira did against the dollar.
My roommate, as an act of caution spoke to me about some of the things she was hearing about me and the dangerous person she thought Mark was. But I didn’t take much stock in any of it, I was so involved in my friendship with him, I forgot the fact that when one dines with the devil, one must do so with a really long spoon. I didn’t see beyond his niceties till the evening he invited me to his room to ‘gist’.
We got talking until he started making some advances. After unsuccessfully trying to stave him off, I ended up giving in and we got really intimate with him sucking one of my nip.ples and me caressing his dick. Even though I tried to protest, my words sounded feeble even to my own ears.
Before I realized it I was naked with him on the bed, a mass of desire and pure animal lust. He fed my desires and made me moan louder when he went down on me. Reality however came like a thunderbolt when he forced his dick into me. The jolt of pain was so sharp it brought me out of my cloud nine.
I was struck with panic as I remembered Jack and tried to make Mark stop. But its either he was oblivious to my cries or he didn’t care, he plodded on with his jerking motion and didn’t stop until he was on the brink of ejaculation. He quickly withdrew and used his fingers to deftly work his dick and spill his cum on the bedclothes.
I was disgusted at him as I dressed up and tried to hold back my anger. When he tried to touch me I rebuffed him and told him everything was a mistake that he should never expect to hear from me after this. But that was when I unwittingly made him let the cat out of the bag.
“Jack loves me, you’re just being jealous.”
He let out a hollow laugh that mocked my statement as his eyes lit up in merriment. What the hell had I found attractive in such a vengeful and sadistic fellow?
“Keep dreaming baby girl, everyone in this bq including your Jack, know the sort of girl you are. You’re nothing but a hypocrite. You lead a man on with your moans and when he tries to get in, you claim virgin. Who your virginity epp?”
I walked out of his room, and went to my room. I was racked with guilt and so disgusted at myself. What would I tell Jack? How would he react? What the hell had I done?
I didn’t have to wait for long to get answers to those questions as Jack called that night and told me we had to see the next day. My roommate had gone to spend the weekend in town so she didn’t see me that night but when she returned the next day, she knew something was up with my reticence and melancholia. She tried to probe but got nothing off me.
Mark sent me knowing looks while he was smoking weed with his friends the next morning and I noticed the glances they all exchanged. He had [s]kissed[/s] raped and who knows how much more of what he’d told them? How much was fact or fiction? It didn’t matter now, he had disvirgined me.
TO BE CONTINUED