Nobody tells you this: that you would feel the opposite of euphoria after ejaculation.
Nobody tells you that the mad rush of desire that spurred you to hold unto her waist like your life depended on it would diminish into oblivion the second your back is arched instinctively from the pleasure of release and your legs shake like a miniature volcano.
You come down from on top her body and lie on your back to catch your breath, beads of sweat darting all about your face. You keep staring at the white asbestos ceiling high above you, breathing heavily…deliberately…because you do not know exactly what to say.
You don’t feel like holding her anymore, or calling her ‘baby.’
Perhaps, you would have been more prepared for this feeling if someone—your brother or one of your friends—had told you to expect it. They knew you were going to have sex for the first time. It was their duty to give you a heads-up. You are inexperienced after all.
You continue breathing heavily and looking up at the ceiling as Amaka wears her clothes and rearranges her hair.
When you finally look at her and realize that she is fiddling with her mobile phone, you say “Amaka, are you okay?”
She looks at you for half a second, turns back to her phone and nods, implying the affirmative. You can swear that in that half-a-second glance you saw disappointment in her eyes.
“I want to go,” she says when the silence has stretched on for over three minutes.
“Let me walk you,” you reply, standing up from the bed.
She does not answer.
You shuffle with your boxers and then your jeans. You walk with her to the gate with no shirt on and no words in your mouth.
Why the hell do you feel this repulsion? Why do you feel this unfathomable guilt?
At the gate she tells you “I can walk to the junction alone, don’t worry.”
On prior visits when she had said things like this, you had insisted otherwise. You had walked her down to the junction, her appeals regardless.
Today, however, you do not argue. You simply say; “Okay, take care.” Although you do not intend to, you do not add the affectionate titles ‘dear’ or ‘baby’.
The guilt and repulsion continues in your chest for two days, and when on the third day you summon up enough courage to finally call her, she picks up the phone and says, in reply to your “Hello, Amaka,”“Tony, shey you have gotten what you wanted?”
Post Image: As Time Goes By, by Ekua Holmes via Manufactoriel
About the Author:
Nnamdi Anyadu studies at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. He is currently working on a collection of short stories for children. Follow him on twitter: @The_Africanist
COMMENTS ( 25 ) -
Mia DaBard November 02, 2014 13:01
Very well written.
Licia Gates September 27, 2014 18:04
Really Nigerian nd most peeps can relate. Nyc job nd kip @it
Vundie, God of Olympus August 23, 2014 06:33
ismail August 20, 2014 07:27
quiet an experience i must admit i had some times back i stil lhavent got why i was mistreated. I was virgin what was i supposed to do
M.T. Adeleye August 14, 2014 10:13
This is so good and so real, especially with the experiment on the second person narrative.
Kelechi Anabaraonye August 10, 2014 17:01
This is.. I don't even know what to say. I don't know what to call it. Its extraordinary. Such a wonderful piece.
Gbolahan Badmus August 09, 2014 04:24
Good one! Very realistic.
Cecey August 07, 2014 21:52
You sent the message regardless of the story length...more Greece to your elbow
Marvels!!! August 07, 2014 16:16
Dopest! True story.....Alobam ur gud
Chibuike August 07, 2014 14:30
Realistically true...seems Tony did not do a good job. Poor Amaka. Nice write up Mr Anyadu. Continuation of this will douse the suspense. :)
Anuli Nzewi August 07, 2014 14:24
Loooool!!!!! This story is amazing ooo. U should have like a blogspot!!!! Ur super talented brova!
MOGEE August 07, 2014 14:02
LMAO!!!!!! TRUE STORY KEL! Tho I can't quite shake d feeling that this was a personal experience
Kingsley Ohioma August 07, 2014 12:41
A well wrought piece. You got me to read each line.
Jennifer August 07, 2014 06:49
So down to earth and unpretentious...me likey :)
ehis August 07, 2014 06:08
Nas August 06, 2014 19:04
Interesting piece...thumbs up.
Larry August 06, 2014 17:31
typical Nigerian girl.....lol.....nice one bro
peace jasmine August 06, 2014 16:09
Very nice bro....now you are my competition
peace jasmine August 06, 2014 16:07
Very nice one bro...now you are my competition :)
Judesky August 06, 2014 15:14
Lolzz...Experience alone could av inspired this. Thumbs up, supa proud of u.
Chuklegend August 06, 2014 15:02
Thats some serious shit... then u try to prove to her that u dont just wnt the sex then u do anoda one and anoda and anoda till u finally tell her... "I dont really think we are meant for each other"
Francess August 06, 2014 14:24
Wow nice beginning and ending. I wasnt sure wat to expect but you just put an excelkent touch to it.
Beni August 06, 2014 13:33
Valid!! Good Read
INJ August 06, 2014 12:34
The ceiling I'm staring at may be POP or PVC strips ceiling though, not necessarily asbestos, lol. Nice piece.
deebayuu August 06, 2014 09:31
very nice story realistic without unnecessary embelishment.