The Single Guy Diary (Part Five)

Previously on Dairy of a Single Guy.... Read Part: 1, 2, 3 and 4; this is the fifth episode. Read it below...
A soft hand and some half boobs over my hairy chest got me thinking I was dreaming until my eyes flipped open, with that same blonde hair covering half my face. I tried moving my hand and I felt it over her bare – very bare – butt.

Oh my damn God! This isn’t happening. I wished reality could lie but no, it was Sophie. The last thing I remembered was me sitting across my mini bar sipping some Champagne while freely staring at the innocent gal over my sofa with heavy eyes....

Yes, she looked innocent but her body screamed come take me. I tried so hard and as much as I tried, I kept drinking. That was the last thing my memory could hold.

I felt the same way I used to feel after an intense session of pornography and masturbation. Now I’m not so sure what had happened but as far I can see now, we are both bare. If that was my first ever sex, that is if really we had it, I definitely can’t tell how it was.

I quickly tapped her and she jerked up with a scream. As though planned, we both chorused what happened?

“No no no….Duke don’t tell me we had sex. Please don’t!”

“I really don’t know”

I told her the last thing I remembered and then she was like…”Yes, I can remember you offering me to drink and forget about Chidi. This was all your plan.” she sparked and angrily got up to wear her stuffs while heading for the sitting room.

I laid there speechless.

Isn’t this a funny scenario? We both don’t know what had happened. Like a volcano tearing down a mountain, I felt a million thoughts spinning over my confused head; what if we actually had sex? what if she gets pregnant? If that was my first ever sex, don’t I deserve to at least know how that first experience feels? were a few of the many thoughts I couldn’t contain.

I was as ashamed, as I was confused, of myself.

Unlike me however, Sophie has had some dark secrets regarding sex. It all started when her uncle took advantage of her while on holidays in Abuja when she was just 14; an event that has remained a top secret between us, not even Neil her brother nor any other person knows about it. Since then, she’s not been able to help it.

She saw me as the only person she could talk to; her secrets, weaknesses and everything in between. On the other hand, I saw her as the only girl that understands me; my struggles and dreams. No, we weren’t dating, we never even thought about it.

I felt I’d ruined everything because of that silly thing called alcohol. I stood, wore my pants and headed for the sitting room.

“Oh not again, Sophie” I rushed and grabbed the almost empty bottle of Spumante Dolce off her fiddling hands.

Now I know my problems just got complicated!

To be continued...

Written By

MICHAEL AGENE
Credit: Pride Magazine