Condom Chase

I got on my knees next to the bed and gave her back a full massage, using my elbow to apply some pressure to the muscles in her back. After that, I placed my hand against the wall for support and sat on her back.

This assisted in enhancing the strength of the upper body muscles. "Go up." She murmured something before requesting that I take a seat in the region that was closer to her shoulders. This is what I did as she let out a series of deep breaths. After we had finished sitting together, I dusted some of her powder onto my hands and then rubbed her naked back. I rearranged her nightgown so that I could reach her back more easily. I began by rubbing the powder all over her back, gently caressing her shoulders as I did so.

"Wow, this is really nice!" As I completed the final stroke of the caress, she remarked. "How did you learn all these techniques?" When she had turned around to face me, she asked. She did not even consider changing her nightgown despite the fact that I was confronted with fully erected and firm nipples. Despite the fact that I was more focused on the nip'pples who were staring at me than on the question that was being directed at me, I was able to respond.

“Its all part of the info I pick here and there: movies, books and so on.” The nipp'ple was so inviting that I had to go for it. I caressed it gently, rubbing my palm across it continuously until it grew bigger. Then I leaned over and sucked it. I squeezed the base of the br'ea'st while I sucked its nippple.

 I moved from one bre'a'st to another, filling it up with my tongue and squeezing them gently. The tip of my d'kkk was already protruding through my boxers. I felt an erection stronger than I've felt before. 

I felt the sudden urge to relieve the pressure by getting some action, but decided to take it slow. It was my first time with her; and first impression mattered a lot when it comes to se*x.  

I extended my tongue down her belly, teasing every curve under her skin. I teased on her belly-button, kissed her laps as she moved her body gently, responding to every kiss and touch of mine. 

She gently rubbed my back as I kissed her over, tracing her hands over my body, she brought them on my dkkk, rubbing the tip with her thumb. I retraced my tongue back to her nippple and sucked them as she stroke my dkkk, moving her hands softly across the shaft and tip. 

I needed her badly now.  I didn't think I could take more. I moved my hands across her body again, brushing through her hairs lightly, extending it to her inner laps and felt the wetness therein.  I gently teased her swollen clit, making her moan softly. Then I was ready for the sex. . . I reached for my wallet and opened it. Lo and behold, there was no condom. “Do you have a condom in your room?” I asked and she said no. Damn!

I was not going to have sex without condoms! I was furious with myself for not carrying condoms in my wallet. I haven't had reason to carry it around since the hiv situation because I had sex constantly in my room, where the condoms are stacked on my drawer.

What should I do now? I questioned myself. Take a chance! A voice within me said. And get the real HIV! - another voice said quietly, almost whisperingly. Does she appear to have HIV? - asked the first voice. Eee no dey show for face - the whispering voice cut in.

Don't squander this opportunity; you deserve it! The first voice insisted. Remember your three weeks of misery, said the second whispering voice. You two should shut the fu*ck up, I muttered under my breath, I cursed! But the whispering voice lingered like an echo, its final words echoing in my mind: The three weeks of misery: for three weeks, I lived my life as a hiv patient, thinking and believing that I had it.

The experience alone made me to make a decision. It was already 09:45pm “Is there anywhere I can get a condom by this time?” I asked and she took some time to think. “There is a chemist down the street. I don't know if he is still open by this time.” She hardly completed the last sentence when I zoomed off the room. 

The lodge gate was still open, so I left and ran out the street. I must have ran a few poles before I realized I was going “up the street” and not “down the street”. I had to turn and retrace my steps. I ran 'down the street' in search of the chemist shop. 

It was as if the street extended further as I neared its end. I kept walking, and eventually had to run. “Hold it there!!!” “If you move I shoot!!!” The thunderous voices were directed at me. I turned my face to the direction of the voice and a strong beam of light like a flash from lightening hit my eyes and blinded it. 

I stood still and couldn't move. My guess was that it was the local vigilante group. I was right! “Where are you coming from and why are you running.” “Who dey pursue you?” “You thief?” I didn't know the question to answer as all of them seem to be talking at the same time. 

“You no dey hear?” The one closest to me asked with anger. I could sense he was approaching me. I perceived the smell of indian hemp all around him. “I'm coming from the hostel up there.” I said, pointing up the direction of Mabel's hostel. 

“Up where?” “The hostel no get name?” “That boy na thief!” “Search him!” The voices continued to sound all around me. I've heard stories of the locals and their vigilante groups. How they harass and embarrass students living in the area. 

It was one of the reasons mike had insisted that the knight's hostel was one of the best, considering the area it was located; we didn't face such embarrassment from locals and their vigilante. I couldn't believe that few minutes ago, I was almost going to have a wonderful sex with Mabel. Now I'm being embarrassed and questioned by illiterates smoking hemp and drinking chelsea dry gin. 

I told you to do your thing! If you had listened to me - said that first voice again. It’s still better than being tested hiv positive: the whispering voice said. Who told you she has hiv! - said the first voice. It could be worse than hiv, it could be any other STI:- said the whisper. And how did you know. . . Sharaaap you both! I cursed again. 

“Search dat boy” a voice said and I felt myself being whisked. The touch was still on my face and I used my hand to shield its strong beam a bit. I felt a hand go into my back pocket and eased off my wallet. For the first time, the beam of light left my face and fell on the wallet. I only could see darkness the first instance, but my eyes gradually adjusted and I could see the light as they searched my wallet. 

“So you be corper?” The one with the wallet asked and I nodded. “Make I see.” One of them took the wallet from the first guy. He threw the light on my face once more, like there was a tribal mark given to corpers which he wanted to see. 

“Wetin you dey find here?” He asked once more and I told him I wanted to get recharge card down the street. “Na him dey make you run?” He asked. I was tired of answering his stupid questions. All of a sudden, I became angry, and that anger gave me a bit of impetus. 

“Is there anything wrong in buying recharge card at night? Do you know if there is an emergency and I need to make an urgent call?” I asked rather angrily. When he didn't reply, I asked for my wallet. “Can I have my wallet now?” 

"Give am him wallet," he said to the second guy, handing me my wallet. "No dey run like that for this area again," he muttered as he handed me my wallet. I hurried down the street to a larger adjoining road. I looked around but couldn't find a chemist to buy my condom.

Almost every store was closed. I noticed a light-filled area and proceeded to walk towards it. There were only a few open shops around there. I entered the first one and looked around; I assumed they'd have condoms because it was almost a multipurpose shop. When I walked in, there were two girls conversing with the shop owner.

It was obvious that they were students because the shop was connected to one of the student residence halls. The owner of the shop asked what I wanted to buy. The other two girls gisting with her had to stop talking so she could attend to me.