2nd Avenue – The Sexcapades of Pamela: READY TO BE FU*KED

In the weeks that followed, Pat did not give me any breathing space. He was always at my place whenever he was not at his automart situated on Ikorodu road. He liked to hover around me and show me off to his friends. On the two occasions Rosa had visited me after that outing that brought him my way, she had found him in my place.

        “Na wa o. this guy has practically fallen for you,” Rosa remarked when we were alone in the kitchen.

        “I think he means business. I want to be sure he is,” I replied, smiling happily.

        “He looks like a stud. Is he good in bed?”

        “I haven’t given him the opportunity to get between my legs.” I said with pride.

        “What? You” Rosa said disbelievingly.

        “You better believe me.” I said.

        “May be that’s why he’s still hanging around you.”

        “Are you saying I don’t deserve such attention?” I shot back at her.

        “No, I don’t mean that. I just know that when men get what they want from you, all the doting will disappear.”

        I thought much of what Rosa had said and I felt like knowing if truly it was my body that Pat wanted or my love. The only way I could know was by giving my body to him. Thus, far, he had tried to show that his interest in me was genuine and affectionate. But you could never know with men.

        That day, shortly after Rosa had gone, he suggested that we go out. That evening I decided I would allow him to fuck me. I must confess I’d been dying to know if he would be great in bed. More importantly, I wanted to know if the affection he was showering on me would reduce after he might have tasted my honey pot.