Diary of a broke Playboy episode 7

Diary of a broke Playboy episode 7
Before it all started,
Before i became who i am,
Before the girls,
Before the night outs,
Before the unlimited and unprotected sex,
I was just one cool headed innocent boy who lived a simple life hoping to find true love like the ones i see in movies and praying one of my crushes would look my way.
I can safely say i’m a cute guy, chocolate skinned and standing at 5’7″. I have always loved girls and they in turn had loved me back. At an early age of my life, i had always fantasized about meeting the perfect girl and Falling in love. My only barrier was being an introvert. No matter how many number of green lights a girl would give me, i simply could not get myself to open up and prophesy my love for her.
One of such girls was a light skinned dame back then in my jss 2, her name was Jennifer. The mention of her name alone sent shivers down my spine and when she smiled at me, her gap teeth, i always looked at them like they were the gate to paradise. Back then, everyone in my class knew she was my crush. You know this saying that when a girl loves a guy, only the girl knows but when a guy loves a girl, everyone knows except the girl.
We would smile at each other in the classroom, talk to each other about nothing in particular and most times when my liver was upped, i would hold her hands for sometime and let her know indirectly that i had feelings for her. I had always expected things to fall into place by itself and save me the cost of having to woo her and maybe embarrassing myself in the end.
So my friends decided they were tired of watching me trip for her silently and do nothing about it. One Thursday evening after school had closed. She stayed back because it was her turn to sweep the entire class alongside some other classmates. My friends decided it was time to let the cat out of the bag. After much coercion and persuasion, i decided to do it. My friends watched from a distance as I approached her from the back, my heart pounding in my mouth.
“Jennifer” i called with a shaky voice, she turned in my direction and smiled at me, i froze.
“Hey, neche, how are you? ”
“I’m fine” i said and started staring at her, i couldn’t even find the words to say, i fixed my gaze at her forehead as I squeezed the paper that was in my hand. After about 15 seconds of a staring match between us in which i could not even look her in the eye, she broke the ice.
“Are you not going home yet?” she asked me
“Ermm i’m about to” i said and decided to tell it to her anyway, she obviously was feeling me and wouldn’t want to embarrass me i thought.
“i just wanted to let you know that….. “i started and was hooked at” THAT”. She looked at me with this expression in her eyes that made me suppose she knew what i was about to say and so much wanted to hear it.
“Let me know what?” she said holding my hands and rubbing it.
“Erm, just want to let you know that i…. “i continued my stuttering.
“Chi talk to me” she said with a great deal of concern on her face and voice.
I calmed my nerves and decided to make my last attempt.
“i just wanted to ask if you needed help sweeping the class”
I didn’t even know when I said that.
I shaa swept the whole class that day.
My first date was in my js3. I was so very naive and didn’t seem to understand the concept of the whole dating thing, in short neither of us understood it. We were still kids and knew absolutely nothing about it all except that we were into each other and that it was very necessary we added “i love you” to the end of our discussions and text message.
Her name was vivian and i must confess she was too much of a sauce for a guy like me, she was 500°c hot.
You know that particular type of girl that when you see her, your whole self esteem drops to low bar and that would be if it doesn’t die, Vivian was that type of girl and more but she loved me with everything she’s worth. Everyone around called her “Fresh air”.
It was on an October, few weeks after school had resumed for the first term session. Like i said, i was in my jss3 and i was the classcaptain.
One peculiar thing about me was that i loved being late to everything even when i’m not supposed to. I could count the number of times i attended Morning assemblies in my secondary school period.
So that early morning, as usual i had been late and missed the morning assembly which was often deliberate, everyone had settled in their classrooms. I waltzed into my class like a boss, i was their boss naa. My eyes fell to the back and then I saw this very lovely Ebony girl. She was so easy to notice cause she wore hostel wear instead of the school uniform and she was seated on my seat or desk if i was to call it that. From where i stood i could see the color of her panties through her legs which she had spread with reckless abandon. I could remember vividly what she wore that day, it was a white pant, i wasn’t being a pervert. It was just like when you are passing by a house and the gate was thrown wide open, you know most definitely you are going to take a peek into the compound. Just so you know i wasn’t looking out for her under wears, it was just a little impossible to pass unnoticed.
I walked up to her and asked her to adjust, she did and i sat down. My class that year was one full of nosy people, it wasn’t long before they started pairing me up with her. Vivian could talk and body contact was a thing she was very good at and she didn’t spare me any of it. She was sexily built with a figure 8 kind of body that made heads turn anytime she passed by. Her breasts were full and jiggled anytime she walked. I remember once she had walked into the class and everyone’s gaze was fixed on her. As she walked through the door, her boobs moved first and it was like they dragged other parts of her body along. Everyone turned in her direction and as if acting out a script, they shouted
“YAAAY, CHIBOY”….
Yea that was how hot her boobs were and i particularly loved watching her run in the school field for her house, her chest was always the point of attention. Even though she usually came last in races, everyone cheered her much more than the winner.
And her hips, they had ears, according to flavour (Ukwu nweru nti). You need to see them sway anytime she walked, the male teachers in my class soon turned her into their blackboard wiper. Every part of her assets jiggled anytime she was at it and they watched thinking we were too small to know what was on their mind but shaa we understood and we also enjoyed the show.
We came to fall in love with each other and nothing could come in between us, not even the seniors that always blocked her at the school building corridors.
Once i was talking to her after school in our classroom, a really cute senior walked up to our class, disregarding me, called her aside and she ran to him. He held her hand and they started talking, her countenance and everything made me believe she was tripping for him. I felt sorry for myself and angry at her. They talked for long before he let her go. She walked up to me, gave me a tight hug and planted a kiss on my lips. I looked over her shoulder and saw the senior still stood there with a kind of shock on his face. I swear i loved that girl scatter.
She had an intimidating demeanor and nobody dared mess with me whenever she was around. Vivian could say anything to anyone at anytime not minding how you felt about it.
My only problem with her was the spreading of her legs thing. It was something she did with reckless abandoned and always got cautioned by teachers for it, female teachers i mean. Most male teachers are known perverts.
And when she started getting yabbed at by fellow students for her habit of spreading her legs, she brushed it aside and said it was her source of fresh air. That was how everyone started calling her fresh air.
I don’t know if stuffs like this happens to any other person but i have come to realize that the love between two lovers gets to its peak mostly on two occasions.
First is at the commencement of the relationship, when you are a glad you have found someone new and you try your best not to lose them anytime soon..
Lastly is after a fight, when you realize how important they were to you, how miserable you felt when he/she left and how miserable you would be if you lost them forever..
The Last was a typical example of how i felt when Chinaza saw that pant in my wardrobe.
Ever since we made up, our love had soared so high like it was on Marijuana. She decided we weren’t eating out anytime soon. She was going to play the perfect wife to me within the remaining five days we had. She cooked for me, washed my clothes, sometimes even those i’m yet to wear. I guess that love can make you do things that weed can’t even make you think of.
We lived like we were on our honeymoon. We were in a world of our own keeping every other person out. James and sandra only saw us when it was time to eat. Naza cooked for everyone.

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