Nkechi's Cheating

 

It wasn't planned. I wasn't looking for another man. It just happened. I should never have even let it started.

My name is Nkechi. I am a forty-one year old wife and mother of two. Like most working women with children, it seems as though I never have enough time to complete my housework, or enough time for my kids, or enough time for my husband. I certainly never have enough time for myself. Much of the time, going to work was a way to occupy my mind and forget about everything that needed my attention at home.

I have tried to keep myself in shape the best that I can. I don't work out, but I have kept my weight at around 49kg on my 5'6" frame. I like to dress well at work, and show off (as much as allowed) my C-cup tits. It wasn't like I was out trying to pick up men. Dressing nice and somewhat sexy just always made me feel young and feel good about myself.

Six months ago our company hired, for the department I work in, a boy fresh out of the university. This boy, named Efe, was twenty-two years old, well over six foot tall and a constant smile on his handsome, yet boyish face. It seemed like it was almost immediately that Efe began to come to me, exclusively, when he had questions. Because of that, we spent more and more time together at the office.

Pretty quickly we developed a routine of eating lunch together a couple of days a week in our company's commissary, and Efe joined the rest of us when we went for lunch as a team. At our team lunches, Efe nearly always sat by me. It seemed as though he had attached himself to me, and I can't say I didn't mind the attention. Our private lunch conversations started out as strictly business, but eventually turned to everything but business. It seemed like Efe had a girlfriend of the week club going on. At our lunches, I was getting regular updates of his youthful escapades with all of these girls. He kept his descriptions clean, but just the same my mind was constantly being inundated with thoughts of Efe having sex.

Last week my husband, Agu, and I made plans to spend the weekend at a local hotel. The plan was for my mother to pick the kids up from school and take them to her home on Friday. Instead of me driving to work, Agu was going to take me to work and then pick me up at noon, so we could head straight to the hotel. I wanted to make the first night special, so I went out and bought me a pair of satin panties. I thought that Agu would love to discover those on me. The Thursday before we left, I ate lunch alone with Efe. Once again, he had some new girl that he was planning on meeting. Efe told me how hot she was and that it seemed like he might get lucky on their first date.

With all my thoughts of expected sex with Agu over the weekend, and all my thoughts of Efe banging his new girlfriend on their first date, I had a hard time concentrating on work the rest of the afternoon. Later Thursday night when Agu and I went to bed I was surprised by Agu wanting to make love. We have been married since we were eighteen, so at this point weeknight sex was reduced to a few nights per month. Most of our sex was on the weekends.

This time, as Agu and I made love, something was different. Efe's boasting of sex along with our increasing familiarity with each other brought him into my marital bed. Not literally, of course. However, while I was on my back, with my husband working his penis in and out of me, I envisioned Efe's body on top of mine. In my mind, it was Efe's naked body lying atop mine. Agu's lips became Efe's lips, and of course my husband's cock was now the cock of my young lover. I placed my hands on my husband's ass and wondered what it would feel like if it was Efe instead. My excitement was heightened to a point that I felt like I might cum. I never orgasm in the missionary position, but this time felt different. Agu must have noticed the difference too because he was meeting each of my thrusts with a passionate vigour of his own. Within minutes we climaxed together in a mass of quivering flesh. Before we fell asleep, I laid there blissfully wondering what the weekend would bring me.

By Friday morning I managed to get the visions of Efe out of my head. In the shower, I shaved my legs and prepared to trim my bush for a weekend of lovemaking with my husband. I stood there momentarily trying to think of some way to make it special for him. Suddenly, I thought of simply taking it all off. I never had shaved everything off, but decided it would be an even better surprise for Agu after removing my new satin panties.

It was casual Friday at work. I arrived there wearing a dress over nothing else but my satin panties. The feel of the satin on my newly uncovered skin, along with the thoughts of the upcoming evening, was making me wet already. When I got off the elevator and walked onto my floor I saw Efe standing there. As soon as our eyes met my head began spinning. Images of my imagined encounter with Efe the night before flashed repeatedly in my brain. Efe greeted me with, "Are you ok, Nkechi? You look tired." I quickly blew him off with something about the hot weather and hurried off to my cubicle.

Agu was supposed to pick me up at noon, but about 10am he called me and informed me that he would not be able to leave the office as early as he thought, and that it would be more like 3pm before he came to pick me up. I was disappointed, of course, but told him that would be fine. At around 12:30 Efe came by my desk and noticed I was still there. I had told him I was leaving at noon for the weekend, so he was curious about what happened. I explained the situation to him and was met with a surprising response. "I was wanting to cut out early too. Why don't I give you a ride home, so you don't have to hang around here all day?" Efe asked.

"That might be ok...I don't know...maybe." I stammered in reply. "Let me text Agu and I will come let you know in a few minutes." Efe went back to his cubicle and I sent Agu a text asking him if he minded me catching a ride to the house early, so Agu could meet me there. Of course, he didn't mind, but I began to wonder if I should have mentioned that my ride was with Efe and not one of the women. I decided just to let well enough alone and went and informed Efe that we could leave.

"Awesome! My apartment is on the way. Do you mind if we stop there for a few minutes for me to grab a change of clothes?" Efe asked just a little too enthusiastically. I didn't see any harm in it, so I grabbed my things and we left.

Efe only lived a few minutes from work. We pulled into the parking lot and Efe invited me up to see his place. Again, I didn't see any harm in seeing where he lived, so we went in together. Once inside, Efe excused the mess like a normal young single guy would. He then said he would be back in a second and disappeared down the short hallway. It wasn't long before he reappeared with a duffel bag. Efe then asked, "Have you ever been in the rooms in this estate?"

"No." I responded.

"Would you like to look around?" Efe asked. "They have a pretty cool layout here."

"Oh, ok. Why not." I said. Clearly that was a bad idea. A married woman being led around alone in the apartment of a single guy often leads to...well you know. But again, my head wasn't in its normal place. Last night I had imagined an affair with the young stud I was now alone with. This morning I shaved my pussy completely bare for the first time ever. And to top it off, the new satin panties I was wearing had my pussy feeling like it needed a dick in it all day long.

Efe showed me the small kitchen and the small bathroom. He then showed me his spare bedroom before leading me around the corner to his bedroom. This was really not such a special layout. He extended his hand in a gesture pointing towards his room as we reached the door, inviting me to enter first. I don't know what happened to me at that point. I wasn't thinking about sex. However, when I saw his bed, I immediately walked over to it, turned around, and jumped backwards onto it. Naively, I lay there on my back in my black summer dress and asked Efe, "So, tell me how many girls you have invited in to see your bedroom, Efe?"

Efe didn't respond except for to immediately jump into bed next to me. He looked straight into my soul through my eyes, ran his fingers gently across my forehead and through my hair, and then began to kiss me. On instinct I returned his kiss. It was deep, it was wet, it was hot, and my head was spinning with lust. I wondered why I felt Efe's hand moving between us, but not really touching me.

As we continued to kiss, Efe took my hand in his and pulled it towards his lower body. Suddenly, I felt something smooth and warm in my palm. I gasped when I realized Efe had removed his cock from his pants and placed my hand on it. That brought me back to my senses. I wanted to jump up and run out of the room, but something kept me there. I realized my hand wasn't just on his cock, but I was now moving my hand up and down the warm shaft. The skin was soft and smooth, but the underlying muscle was strong and firm. I told myself that there was no harm in a little petting, since we weren't really having sex. At least, we weren't having intercourse. I told myself that I started this by jumping in Efe's bed, so the least I could do was help him cum, and then I could leave.

I was starting to feel comfortable with the situation when I felt Efe's hand on me once again. This time it was on my knee and moving up my thigh underneath my dress. My pussy was on fire at that point and begging to be touched. Without any resistance from me, Efe easily moved his hand under the leg opening in my new panties and onto my freshly shaven pussy. When I felt Efe's hand on my hairless skin I realized that another man was touching the bare flesh that I had so carefully prepared for my husband. I was too far gone to stop it. Our tongues were dancing in each other's mouth, and I was working my hand up and down Efe's cock, as his finger slipped carefully inside my soaking wet vagina and came in contact with my clit.

The effects of Efe's finger inside me eventually washed away the depravity of the fact that my husband, Agu, was previously the only man to touch my most private area. Instead, I began to feel that I was another one of Efe's twenty-something year-old single women. My hand on Efe's cock was starting to ache from the repetitive motion of trying to making him cum. My mind drifted to the young woman that Efe was meeting later. What would she think about me milking his cum out before her date? Efe's fingers brought me near orgasm, but I couldn't find my release. My hand was still aching and also needed to be relieved.

Out of my mind in lust, I removed my tongue from Efe's mouth, moved down his body. Efe's hard cock came into view. It had been months, maybe even over a year, since I had given a blow job to Agu. However, right then at that moment, I needed a cock in my mouth more than I ever had. My hand released its grip on his throbbing member and was immediately replaced by my wet lips sliding over the bulbous head. Efe groaned. His cock was large and very, very hard. While slowly working him into my throat, I felt Efe's hand tugging on my panties. Unconsciously, I shifted so he could easily remove them.

The satin material sliding down my legs, along with the cold air rushing over my shaved pussy, once again brought me back to the realization of where I was. Holy shit...I was giving a blowjob to another man! Once again I rationalized the situation. I would bring Efe to the brink and then finish him with my hand. It would still just be harmless petting at that point, right? Efe's hand one again began its work on my sopping hole. This time, it was I who groaned. The vibrations on Efe's cock from my moans must have pleased him because he began gently thrusting himself forward. Efe's lower body was meeting my bobbing head with his own rocking motion.

My mind returned to Efe's scheduled date. I wanted to ruin it for her by forcing Efe's balls to release their seed to me instead. Efe groaned, and his cock stiffened further, and even seemed to swell. I became aware of Efe's free hand working his fingers through the hair on the top of my head. Suddenly he cried out and I felt a burning liquid hit the back of my throat. Efe was cumming. He was cumming in my mouth! I tried to pull off of him, but his hand on the back of my head held me gently, yet firmly in place. Another pulse from his cock sent another wave of sperm down my throat and into my belly. I realized that I was going to have to swallow his entire load, and eagerly relented. I wanted to show all of Efe's little sluts how good I was at sucking him dry. I sucked and sucked, and stroked Efe's hairy balls until every last drop was either in my mouth or already filling my belly. When Efe finished, he released his hand from my head. I slowly pulled my mouth up his cock, while carefully milking every last bit of sperm from it. I became aware of the sweet and salty taste as I swallowed his remaining nectar.

I pulled myself off his deflating cock and lay back on the bed savoring the taste of Efe's deposit. A few minutes went by as we both caught our breath. I wasn't aware of what Efe was doing until I felt something between my thighs. It was Efe's face. Before I could say anything, I felt his tongue buried in my pussy. This was farther than I wanted to go, but it was too late. He was already there, and the sensation of his lips and tongue on my hairless pussy was too incredible to resist. It was my turn to be the aggressor. I placed both my hands on the back of Efe's head, which let him know that I too was demanding oral relief. Efe didn't try and pull away. In fact, his tongue seeming became impaled deeper. My mind briefly drifted off to wondering how many pussies Efe had eaten, and wondered also if he was hoping to perform on his date later. Efe was getting close. I was almost there. I began bucking my hips up and down to increase the friction on my clit. His tongue was performing magnificently and about to take me over the edge. I nearly blacked out when it finally happened. My body began shivering, then trembling, then all out shaking as I finally achieved an orgasm. I honestly couldn't tell you how long it lasted, but it felt like hours.

When it was over, I was on my back in Efe's bed. My dress was still on, but pulled up to my breasts, and my legs were spread. It was a moment of pure bliss as my bodily shaking was now reduced to occasional ripples. Once again I felt a rush of cold air as Efe pulled his face out from between my thighs. He was away from me for only seconds, but I already missed the warmth of his tongue. My mind began to recover from its almost unconscious state of orgasm, and I started to open my eyes. I looked up to see Efe kneeling over me. He smiled at me and I smiled back in return. Suddenly the cold wetness between my legs was replaced by warm flesh. For a second, I thought Efe was fingering me again until I realized both his hands were on my spread knees. Suddenly, I became aware of a fullness that I had never quite felt before. Oh Shit! Efe's was inside me. His cock had returned to life and it was now buried in me!

"I can't...I mean I...I mean we shouldn't." I whispered at Efe. He seemed to relent as I felt his cock slide out, but then his pushed it right back in. Efe was now slowly fucking me. He was so strong and so hard. I pushed my hands up under his shirt and felt his muscular frame. There was no way I could stop now. I wanted this young stud to take me, and I wanted to show him how a real woman makes love. I removed my hands from Efe long enough to pull my dress up over my head and toss it onto his floor. Then, while Efe continued to rock in and out of me, I unbuttoned his shirt and removed it from his solid torso. We were now completely naked except for his pants around his ankles, and there was no way I was going to let him pull out of me to take those off.

Efe leaned forward and began to suck on my tits as he continued his slow motion fuck. He would carefully pull back until only the tip of his cock was inside me, and then he would push himself forward until the tip of his cock was planted firmly against my cervix. The feeling of his cock against my cervix was a new experience for me. Each time contact was made a chill ran up through my spine. "You have to pull out, Efe." I managed to murmur. "I don't want a baby, and I would love to suck some more of that sweet stuff from you."

"You feel so good, Nkechi. I...I don't know if I can." Efe flatly replied.

"I want you to finish inside me too, baby. But I can't. Just make love to me as long as you can, and then let me do the rest." I insisted.

Efe didn't respond, so I assumed his lack of response was acquiescence to my plea. Efe began to pull on me sideways. He somehow managed to roll both of us over with his cock still half inside me. I was now on top. I slowly allowed my body to sink down onto his hard shaft. In this position he was even deeper inside me, and was now pushing hard against my cervix. I ran my hands across his chest and began to slide back and forth. I began to mutter like a bitch in heat. "Oh shit, Efe. What the fuck are you doing to me? You're so fucking strong and feel so fucking hard inside me." I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. I began rocking harder. It took no more than a minute in that position to achieve orgasm again. My body was shaking uncontrollably and my pussy was spasming around Efe's large and fully imbedded cock. When it was over, I collapsed like a mass of gelatine over Efe's body.

I was exhausted, but we weren't done yet. Once again Efe rolled us over in unison, so we were back in the missionary position. Again, Efe began his slow lovemaking. His strong arms held me tight while he kissed me passionately and forced his lovemaking tool in and out of me. In turn, I wrapped my legs around his thighs and ran my hands all over the smooth skin on his back. Our bodies moved in unison in a compact sweaty ball of sex. I ached to receive another load of semen from my young lover. I wanted nothing more than to completely use him up, just as he was doing to me. Efe's rhythmic thrusting began to increase in both strength and speed. I knew he wanted to cum again, just as I too wanted him to cum again. I knew I had to be careful or my youthful lover would surely inseminate me. My body began to respond to Efe's increased pace. I was forcing my aching pussy as hard against him as I could. Oh shit, it was happening again! My body was overcoming the exhaustion from my previous orgasms and was now well on its way to another. The sound of lovemaking that echoed in the room was disrupted by the sounds of my own voice as I fell into another orgasm. "Oh no...shit no...oh fuck, Efe...OHHHHHHHH!"

I swear I must have blacked out again like I did with the first orgasm. When I became aware of where I was, I noticed Efe was still on top of me, but no longer moving. My pulsating vagina suddenly felt empty. It had forced Efe's cock out. That was followed by a gush of warm liquid down the crack of my ass. I knew what had happened. Efe had cum inside me! I whispered in Efe's ear, "Oh baby, tell me you didn't do it inside me."

"I'm sorry, Nkechi. You were holding me so tight against you, I couldn't pull out." Efe replied.

I had almost completely forgotten about my husband during my illicit entertainment, but now he was foremost in my mind. What would Agu think if he saw me lying naked on another man's bed, with that other man nibbling at my neck while on top of me? What would Agu think if he saw the other man's sperm seeping from my body down into a pool on the sheets? Then I realized how much time had passed and panicked. I shoved Efe off of me, leapt out of bed, and began gathering my clothes. I ordered him to do the same so he could hurry and drive me home.

All the way home, I could feel the remnants of our forbidden lust seeping out of me. My brand new satin panties that I bought to wear for Agu were becoming completely soaked in Efe's juices. I sighed a breath of relief when we arrived at my house and Agu wasn't there yet. I bolted from Efe's car and into the house. I practically ran to the laundry and removed both my soaked panties and my dress that also now was adorned with a wet spot from liquids leaking out of me during the drive home. I wadded them up and stuffed them under other dirty clothes.

No sooner than I had slipped into a pair of my regular cotton panties and a different dress than I heard Agu open the door and enter the house. He was in a hurry to get to the hotel. He apologized for holding us up and asked what I did while I was waiting for him. I wanted to tell him about my affair, but instead just said I had lied down for a while. I felt like such a whore at that moment.

As soon as we arrived at the hotel and unpacked our bags, Agu wanted to make love. I hadn't had time to wash up so I was careful not to let Agu see that I shaved my pussy for him. I feared that upon seeing my bare pussy that he might want to eat me, and would become aware of my extramarital deeds. I hastily pulled him into me. I was still wet from earlier and Agu noticed. "Damn, you must be horny tonight. You are soaked." Agu said as he pushed himself in and out of me, while unknowingly using the remains of my infidelity as lubrication for his pleasure. It must have felt good to him as he quickly added his sperm to my well used pussy. I didn't orgasm as I could hardly feel his smaller penis inside my already saturated vagina.

I snuck out of the hotel early in the morning to find a drug store where I could get a morning after pill. I just knew if I didn't that I would be carrying Efe's baby.

The end

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My Lucky Night!

 

It was four months ago when my new neighbours moved in. I was used to the neighbouring house being empty since the previous occupants had moved out a few months earlier, which was no big loss because I never got on with them. That family seemed to think I was to blame for my wife leaving me, despite everyone else knowing it was my wife who had the affair and had left me. So it was good to have an empty house next to mine, but even better when the new neighbours moved in.

I went out to meet Chibuike and Chioma Obi when they first arrived and we seemed to get on well, although that wasn't too much of a surprise because they are in their mid-40s which is about the same age as me. Chibuike had obviously spent too much time drinking beer and not enough time exercising (unlike me) because he had a substantial paunch. Chioma, however, was still quite a looker and must have been quite a catch for Chibuike. She looked much younger than her actual 43, she had a lovely lithe figure and her soft brown hair was worn long to her shoulders.

However it was Chibuike and Chioma's daughter who caught most of my attention when she arrived the following day after they moved in. Chidinma was just a couple of months past her eighteenth birthday and was an incredibly sexy yet innocent looking girl. She was brown like her mother and wore wonderfully light and short skirts that showed off her long smooth legs. Chidinma was really pretty with her mother's brown eyes and her tight tops clearly demonstrated that she had young and firm breasts.

Having the Chioma move in next to me was good, and whilst it was fun to watch both Chioma and Chidinma come and go, I didn't intend to have a relationship with either of them despite my wife leaving me over a year ago. They did make for good dreams, though. So I didn't really expect to have anything more than a neighbourly relationship with them. You know the sort of thing: looking after the house when they are on holiday.

This all changed three months after the Chioma had moved in.

It was about 8pm and I was just finishing up some work I had brought home when my doorbell rang. When I answered my door I was surprised to find Chidinma standing there, and she was obviously upset. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy and she seemed out of breath. However this was at complete odds with the rest of her look: she was dressed up to be obviously sexy. Her long brown hair cascaded from her head to just below her shoulders and she was wearing a tight blouse with the top two buttons undone, revealing her ample cleavage and the hint of a white lace bra. Her skirt was one of her favourite short flowing skirts that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs were bare and she was wearing some expensive looking white high heeled shoes.

I realized I was staring for too long, and looking up and down at her sexy body, but she didn't seem to notice. Chidinma just stood there looking upset.

"Hello Chidinma, what's up?" I asked the not very original line. "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes please, Sir," she quickly answered, "I'm locked out of my house. Mum and Dad are out until later and I don't have my key."

I gestured for her to come into the house and I led her through to the kitchen where I also keep a wooden dining table and chairs which I use when I'm eating on my own. My work papers were spread across the table so I quickly pushed them into a pile and dumped them on the side.

"Let me get you a drink Chidinma, and please sit down."

"Thank you Mr. Mmadu, I really need a drink. Can I have sprite?"

She seemed to calming down a bit now, although I was feeling a bit awkward with the obviously sexy young girl in my house. Especially because she had figured in so many of my dreams and fantasies.

I turned round and started to get the sprite for Chidinma whilst trying to find out what was wrong with her tonight. "How come you don't have your key, Chidinma?"

"Oh, I wasn't going to be home so early because I'd gone out to a party and my parents weren't picking me up until eleven. But I had to leave early."

"Why did you have to leave?" I asked her.

"Oh, boyfriend trouble. It is just..." and she left her sentence hanging in the air.

The way she said it suggested to me that she wanted someone to talk to, and whilst I didn't really want to talk about her boyfriend I thought I ought to at least help my neighbour’s daughter.

"Here's your sprite Chidinma, and have you told your parents that you left the party early?"

"No, not yet." She grasped the sprite bottle and cupped her hands round it. I noticed that she had painted her fingernails a bright red.

"Let me call them and let them know you are here. Then they can come back later and get you."

My Virginity Story

 

Parties are fun, Christmas parties even more so. I've never been a particularly big party person, but in this case I let Nkem talk me into it. I didn't have a girlfriend, and well, the divorce left me wifeless several years ago, so parties weren't usually on my to do list. A friend from work was working hard into talking me into dating again, and for some reason she thought this party was going to be the perfect ice breaker. And for a while it did seem that way. What she forgot to tell me is that the games were a little more "adult" than I was used to.

Sitting in the circle around a low table we spun the dial and drew cards and so far, told embarrassing stories. The spinner came around to me and Nkem drew a card for me, quickly reading it off. "Tell about how you lost your virginity!" she said loudly. "This ought to be good!"

"It was at a Christmas party when I was a senior in secondary school," I said before going quiet.

"That's it? From you! Come on Chuma, I've heard you tell stories at work and that is not a story. Come on, give us the whole thing!"

"It's a long story, and I'm sure not everyone wants to hear," I answered defensively.

"The hell we don't!" Janet said from next to me. "I've read those stories you wrote one time, and if you tell like you write, we're all going be creaming our panties by the time you're done!"

"Oh crap," I muttered.

"Come on. Spill it. If not, we'll draw the penalty card, and we both know that the next penalty card is to do a strip tease!" Nkem coaxed.

"Oh fine. If you're going to black mail me into it. It all started way back in secondary school....

I wasn't the biggest or fastest or strongest... I was the preverbal 120 pound weakling. Worse I was what kids would call a bookworm. I was smart but when it came to physical activities I just wasn't the best. Consequently the bullies made a lot of fun of me, even worse, this was back in the day, back when PE was required and you had mandatory showers after PE before you could dress for class. All through secondary school I fought a nickname that seemed to define me...."boner". I got that nickname from one of the guys on the secondary school football team because, well to be Ibe, I always seemed to have a hard on. My mind was always undressing the sexy looking girls and as a girl I knew much later once said, I'd get hard when the wind blew. All through secondary school was no exception. By the time mixed gym class was over and we had to go to the showers I always had a boner, and because of that the guys made a lot of fun of me. Worse, I seemed to be somewhat larger than the rest of the guys and that made it all the worse.

I figure most of those guys clued their girl friends in on it, because they'd walk by in the lunch room or hall and say something like "there goes boner" and the girls would giggle. I pretty much hated life at that point. Today it would be bullying, back then it was pretty much ignored unless it became physical.

By my senior year secondary school my reputation was pretty much school wide. My eighteenth birthday came early in December and the guys decided to give me a great birthday present. Well, at least they thought it was great.


Well getting back to my birthday present. The guys thought it would be great fun to grab me from the shower, still naked, and haul me out of the guys shower room and shove me into the girls showers. Needless to say there were lots of naked girls in the shower, and if I was hard before it all started, no matter how embarrassed I was, it wasn't getting any smaller. Worse, when I tried to get out, they just tossed me back in. There was considerable screaming from all parties involved, and by the time a female teacher made it into shower room to break up the ruckus, and catch me still standing in the corner of the shower naked, trying unsuccessfully to cover my big dick, I had seen a considerable amount of pussy and tit. My first in broad daylight actually. It was almost worth the embarrassment of so many girls seeing me naked.

Well, at least I didn't get suspended, but my nickname as boner had just gone through the roof. It seemed like all the girls heard the story of what happened in the locker room. I got some unusual looks from some girls, some disgusting looks from others and a lot of turned up noses.

I was looking forward to Christmas vacation, hoping things would settle down a little over break. But that didn't seem to be what was going to happen. About a week before break was to start one of the "popular" girls, one that just happened to be the girlfriend of one of the bullies that tossed me into the girls locker room, and one of the girls that was in the shower at the time, caught me in the hall and gave me an invitation to her party the following Friday. I tried to say no, realizing very quickly that this was probably a setup and another way for Ibe to humiliate me in front of the popular kids, but Amanda made a sincere and passionate plea that this wasn't that at all, and that she wanted to make it up to me for what Ibe had done. I was extremely hesitant to believe her, in spite of the amount of cleavage that she was intentionally showing me, but the soft stroke of her fingertips up and down my bare arm sent chills through my body and completely toasted what was left of any remaining functional brain cells. I agreed to come.

The other shoe that immediately fell was that there was going to be a gift exchange, since we were all going to be adults at the party, yeah, we were all eighteen...adults...or so we though, the guys were supposed to bring a piece of women's lingerie and the girls were all brining men's underwear. I expressed my ineptitude at women's under cloths at all and she scribbled "32B brazier" on the back of the invitation. "Take this to the boutique, ask the them to show you these and pick the sexiest one you can find." She said with a smile and a pair of doe eyes that would melt a guy. So as embarrassing as it was, I asked showed the woman at the boutique the note, who showed me to several racks containing a wide variety of items. I wasn't sure what sexy was, and when she finally got out of me that i was trying to pick something "sexy" she suggested a nice lace half bra. She said my girlfriend would love it. I didn't bother to tell her I didn't have a girlfriend.

Surprisingly enough a bunch of girls that usually gave me the cold shoulder seemed to make it a point to stop and say hello, or swipe a hand across my arm or even, on one occasion, stop in the lunch room and sit to eat with me. In return I tried not to say anything overly stupid and tried to ignore the glares I was getting from their boyfriends, all part of the "in" crowd that I wasn't really part of. If Amanda's intent was to make me feel more comfortable with going to the party, well, it was working. I had no illusions I wasn't part of that "in" crowd, but at least I didn't feel quite as much of a lowly ‘Efiko(a nerd)’.

Friday night came and I appeared on Amanda's frontage at the appointed time...exactly seven o'clock on the dot, wearing a pair of engineer boots, bell bottom jeans and a rather colourful satin button down shirt. All things considered, I thought I looked pretty good. Even my hair, a natural afro back then instead of the rather short cut I wear now.

Amanda answered the door in a red silk button down blouse, a floor length denim skirt and bright smile. "Chuma!" she said as brightly as her smile, "Come on in. I'm so happy you could come!"

"You're really sure you want me here?" I asked quietly before stepping in the door.

"Would you stop! I told you, I wanted to make it up to you for what Ibe did. Yes, I really do want you here, and so do the other girls. So come on in and have fun for a change!" She said, reaching out and grabbing my arm and practically dragging me into the house.

The usual culprits in the endless series of taunts and jokes all seemed to be there, along with their girlfriends. I was surprised to see quite a few mini-skirts, the shortness of the hems almost instantly starting mister hard on. But it tried to ignore it as one of the girls, Nkiru I think her name was, came over, hooked me by the arm and walked me over to the snack table. "Here, let me take that for you." She said reaching for the small wrapped package I was carrying. "I'll go put it on the gift table if you'd get me a glass of punch please."

"Um, sure." I answered as she unloosed her arm from mine and walked away with my package, stopping at a small table in the corner and writing my name on the wrapping with a marker. She came straight back with a large smile and accepted the punch from me. There was music playing in the background and after drinking almost half the glass of punch she rolled her eyes and set her glass down. "If you're not going to ask me to dance, then I guess I'll have to ask you!" She said.

"Um. Sure I guess. I really don't dance too well." I answered quietly.

"Really? You don't dance? I'm surprised." She said as she took my hand and led me to the open part of the floor where a few other couples were dancing. I glanced over at her boyfriend, who was staring daggers at me as Nkiru turned around, pressed her mini-skirt against the front of my jeans and leaned back into me. "Now just follow my motions." She said as she pulled my hands to her hips and then moved her hands back to my hips, and began pushing one way and then the other until my hips were swaying back and forth with hers. "See, you do very well." She said, moving her hands from my hips to my hands, where she started pulling them up and down rubbing my palms over her skirt and lower sides, pushing down far enough until my hands were pressing on her bare skin, pulling her skirt up slightly as she pulled my hands up again.

Up and down our hands went, and our hips back and forth for the rest of the song. Another song was put on the record player and she pulled away and turned around to face me. She took my hands again and then as the music started she grinned and started pushing and pulling my hands. "Now just like last time, swing your hips and now rock a little. Hands up and down and back and forth like this!" she coaxed, moving my hands up and down while pushing and pulling to cause my body to twist. "See, now you're getting it. Pretty much all we do is this, either faster or slower." She said as she let go of my hands and danced in front of me. "Sometimes we'll slide inside and dance closer like this!" She said, turning again and sliding inside me, her hands moving to my hips and pulling me snugly against her firm ass so that my hard on was grinding against her ass.

"You can touch too." She whispered, pulling one hand around to her stomach and then letting go of it. "I don't mind."

I held my hand on her stomach while she ground her ass against my hard on for the rest of the song. Once the song was over she turned, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then whispered. "Thank you. I better get back to Chinedu before he has a heart attack." With that she stepped out of my arms and headed back to where her boyfriend was standing, looking very upset. He made some comment to her and to my surprise, she slugged him hard in the arm and then stalked away angrily.

I wandered back to the table to get a handful of groundnut and was barely able to eat them before another young lady, the one who sat with me at lunch, Chizoba something, walked up. "Looks like you were getting some pretty good instruction on dancing. Willing to try it with someone else?"

Chizoba was also wearing a mini-skirt, a short red one, with a white cotton button down shirt that her rather ample chest was pushing out far enough to make a few buttons strain to keep the shirt closed.

"I suppose." I answered as she took my hand and pulled me back out to the dance area. The song was fairly fast and the two of us danced, face to face, twisting and wiggling across from each other. I slipped once and almost fell into her, her hands reaching out to help steady me as I got my feet back under myself. She laughed at the slip, but it seemed to be honest fun, and not aimed at me. By the time the song was over I was feeling a bit warm and I could see a little trickle of sweat slip down the front of her chest and disappear behind the cotton shirt.

Someone put on P square’s ‘Onyiye’ and Chizoba immediately spun around, pushing back in between my arms until her short red skirt was pushing against my hard on. "I love this song." She cooed as she pulled my hands from her hips up her body until they were cupping her breasts. "You might as well feel them, you have seen them already." She giggled as she pressed my palms to her soft mounds.

"Were you one of the girls in the shower?" I asked, wishing I hadn't as soon as it came out.

"Where else would you have seen my breasts? Have you been peeking into my windows at night?"

"Oh...No...I mean..." I stammered stupidly.

"Oh, it's okay, I was just kidding." She said with a giggle. "Yes I was one of the girls in the shower that day. You got to see more than my own boyfriend has. But then you got to see more than quite a few boyfriends that day."

"Yeah, it was pretty embarrassing." I answered, my hands, with a mind of their own, gently massaging her breasts as we danced to the very slow song.

"For all of us. But it was a nice view from my end just the same." She said as the song ended. She stepped out from between my arms and turned to face me during the lull in the music. "Darn it's hot in here." She said, undoing two more buttons on her shirt, a deep V of creamy chocolate skin visible between the edges of the white shirt. She stroked her fingers down the cleft to wipe away a trickle of sweat and then wiped her hand on her skirt.

"Yeah, it is getting warm. I'm beginning to wish I hadn't worn a long sleeved shirt." I answered as another slow tune started playing from the stereo.

"I was thinking the same thing." She said as she slipped into my arms and stood facing me, her arms moving up to my neck to rest there. "If I could get away with it I think I'd just take my shirt off. It'd be a lot cooler."

"You're not going to hear me complain. From what I remember everything under it looks pretty good!" I answered with a smile, feeling momentarily brave.

"Oh stop." She said, giving my shoulder a gently slap and rolling her eyes. "What is it about guys and breasts? Is that all you think about?"

"Honest answer?"

"Well of course."

"Well of course," I answered her back with a grin. "How could I not think about them after seeing them?"

"You are so bad!" she said, rolling her eyes, but at least you have a sense of humour about it all. Had to be pretty embarrassing, what happened and all."

"Pretty much. I guess the whole school got a good laugh over what happened."

"Not the ones that were in the shower with you." She said quietly.

"Yeah, had to be pretty traumatic for you guys too." I answered. "What I don't understand is why some of you didn't run. I mean about half of you did, but some of you just kind of backed into the wall and stood there."

"Well, it's not every day that we get to see a hard dick either you know. I noticed that you were doing plenty of staring."

"Not staring, admiring, when I wasn't too embarrassed to think that is."

"Did you just think that up or was it planned."

"Actually, it just kind of came out." I said sheepishly, thinking she was upset by the comment.

"It's okay. It was pretty good actually. Better than what I came up with." She joked. "You know my boyfriend was one of the ones spreading the story around the school. How do you feel about a little payback?"

"I don't know. I'd rather not get pounded later for doing something stupid."

"Trust me, you'll enjoy this one." She said as she moved her arms and turned in mine to grind her ass against my hard cock again. She reached for my hands and pushed them down her body to her legs, sliding them down until my palms were on her bare skin. Ever so slowly she pulled them up her legs, her creamy soft thighs sliding across my palms and fingers. She continued to slide my hands up when I felt the material of her skirt, her hands pressing mine against her skin so that the skirt pulled up with our hands. She was still rocking slowly, moving both of us with her firm ass as she inched my hands up under her dress and then toward her middle, sliding my fingers over the satin material of her panties before slowly pushing them down and between her thighs until she had them down as far as I could reach from behind her.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned softly as she tipped her head back against my shoulder and turned her head to kiss my cheek softly. "Just keep going." She whispered as she let go of my hands after starting them travelling back up her thighs again. I kept them pressed between her thighs until my fingers found her panties and then traced right up the middle of the satin material my fingers pressing against her pussy lips.

"You are a quick learner!" she sighed as my fingers pushed down again, sliding deeper between her thighs as I slid my hands down. I slid up again, keeping them as deep between her moving thighs as I could finding her pussy again and stroking my fingers up along her wet panty crotch.

"Okay ‘Efiko’. Enough with my girl!" I heard from behind me as the song drew to a close.

"Agbai, back off. I'll dance with whomever I want and let him touch me wherever I feel like. You don't own me, so buzz off!" Chizoba said hotly as she spun around to stare down her football player boyfriend.

"This isn't over ‘Efiko’!" Agbai snapped as he stood his ground.

"Yes, it is! If I find out you so much as laid a finger on him there will be so much crap spread around school about you that you won't be able to show your face for the rest of the year! You guys started this by tossing him in our shower, so now you get to live with the consequences!" Chizoba shot back at him.

Despite the black cloud showing on his face he backed away several steps before turning and walking back to the wall. He seemed to huddle with several others of the guys against the wall while the next song started, his head never turning from where I stood with Chizoba.

"Sometimes he can be such a jerk!" She said angrily. "I'm sorry that happened. We were having a good time and he had to go spoil it!"

"Well, someone had to. I was having way too good of a time for it not to get spoiled." I answered honestly.

"You were?" She asked as she tuned to face me again. "That's nice. I know I was enjoying it. You seem to know just how hard to touch...not too hard and not too soft."

"Thanks. I haven't had much practice, well any practice, so I guess it's just luck."

"Maybe you have hidden talents you don't even know about." She said as she turned and backed into me again, the new song, another rather slow one, finally filtered through our discussion. "You know, you can keep doing what you were doing." She said, reaching one hand between her ass and my crotch grabbing my cock through my jeans. "You know. Compared to Agbai, you're a lot bigger in some ways."

"Oh?" I asked as I slid my hands down her legs again and let my fingers tease up her thighs to her satin panties again. Feeling a bit braver I wormed one finger into the leg hole of the panties and gently stroked her wet pussy with one finger while allowing my other hand to slide up her body to her chest. I cupped one of her breasts through the shirt while she wiggled her hips, grinding her wet pussy against my finger.

"MMMmmmmm definitely know where to touch." She moaned softly, her chest rising and falling much deeper as the two of us swayed back and forth, my finger working slightly between her wet lips. That was the first time I'd touched a girl's private parts, and to be honest, I wasn't sure exactly what I was supposed to do, so I just did what seemed to feel right. I slowly stroked the tip of my finger up and down between her wet pussy lips, until suddenly she pulled my hand from her pussy and held it tightly to her stomach. Her other hand disappeared from between us where she had been playing with my cock through my pants as her body trembled slightly in my arms. "Oh yeah, you know where to touch." She said breathlessly after several moments.

"Sorry, did I do something wrong?" I asked, honestly concerned.

"Oh sweetheart, you did everything more perfect than you know." She whispered. "But I need to go use the ladies room now."

"Sure." I answered as she slipped from between my arms and walked toward the stairs, taking them two at a time while she used her hands to fan her flushed face.

Not sure what to do, I wandered back to the snack table and got a cup of punch and downed it in one quick draw.

"Hi Chuma." I heard from behind me. I turned to see a slightly shorter girl behind me wearing a one piece pants suit that was split all the way down the front from her neck to her waist, held together only by one small black string tie at about breast level. She had a rather large set of breasts that pushed the fuzzy black material out considerably.

"Um Hi." I said stupidly, unable to think of her name.

"I'm Ginika." She said holding a hand out.

"Hi." I said taking her hand again.

"No, you don't know me. I can see it in your face. I don't usually run in these circles, but then I guess you don't either."

"Not usually," I agreed, letting go of her hand after shaking it gently a few times. "Can I get you something?"

"What you gave her." She said with a grin, poking a thumb over her shoulder in the general direction that Chizoba disappeared.

"I don't understand." I said in confusion.

She stood and looked at me for several long seconds, her jet black hair falling down over her shoulders , her dark blue eyes and black outfit. "You don't, do you?"

"Um. No I guess I don't. Sorry."

"Well, I see." She said with a laugh. "How about we go dance? Seems you're destined to dance with all of us here tonight, or at least that was the idea. After what you did to Chizoba she may try and monopolize you."

"I'm confused, what did I do?" I asked as she slipped up in front of me and began swaying to 'hello again', her hips working toward mine as she reached up to loop her arms round mu neck.

She looked up into my eyes and stared a long time, tilting her head this way and that before asking very quietly. "You really are a virgin, aren't you?"

I looked away, embarrassed.

"Honey, there are times when I wished I still was, but that ship sailed a long time ago. Nothing to be embarrassed about. The fact that you did what you did without realizing what you were doing says volumes for your natural talent."

"I still don't understand." I whispered as she leaned closer to me, her big tits pressing against my chest so snuggly that I could feel her hard nipples pressing me through both layers of material.

"Sweetie, you gave her an orgasm," she whispered.

"Ohhh....I did?" I asked, my ears turning red in embarrassment. I certainly hadn't been trying, for that matter, I really didn't know what I was doing, I was just feeling her up.

"Uh huh. And from the look of it, a pretty nice one, considering it was in public. Hell, some of the guys I've been with couldn't do that good if I gave them instructions." She said with a soft chuckle.

As we danced she ground her hips into mine, pressing my hard on into her belly and her tits into my chest through the rest of the song. The next song was a lot faster, and she stood a few feet from me, shimming and shaking her whole body, her big tits shaking in the outfit so hard that a few times I swore I could see a nipple peak out of the slit up the front of her outfit. As the song went longer and longer, I couldn't help but notice that the little tie holding her front together was working loose. Did I say something and risk having her upset that I was looking at her chest, or wait for nature to take its course, or hope that it didn't. Eventually my indecision made my decision for me. Just before the end of the song the little tie gave its all, the tiny bow untying and the front of the outfit quickly spreading apart as her swinging boobs pushed the material apart and then poked themselves out the newly found gap.

"OHHHH!" She squeaked as her left breast pounced out of its confinement into the open, its right side counterpart close behind. She continued dancing, coving her bare boobs with her hands, laughing hysterically at the look on my face, my halfway outstretched hands frozen in place trying to decide if I should help or...well....what I should do, all the while trying to continue to dance with her.

"Ohhhhh god that look is priceless!" She laughed as the end of the song wound down, leaving her standing there still covering the front of her breasts with her hands. She let go of one breast to tuck the other in, leaving it in full view while she worked the black material over her left breast. "You know, I really shouldn't laugh, you looked so strained, trying to figure out if you should be grabbing them or not. Well, for the record, if you had I wouldn't have minded." She said with a giggle. "In fact, why don't you help me?" she said, reaching for my hand and pulling it toward her bare breast. "Just tuck it in for me while I tie this." She said with a giggle, pulling the material of her top around my hand, trapping it inside the top with her breast. Once she had the tie partly tied, I slipped my hand out of her top, feeling even more embarrassed than I had when they fell out. "You are so adorable. I hope we get to play a bit more later." She said before she walked away.

"Don't let her scare you." A quiet female voice said from behind me as I wiped sweat from my forehead and wiped it on my jeans.

"Huh? What?"

"Ginika, don't let her scare you. She can be a bit forward." The young lady said, running her hand around my waist as she stepped around me. "I'm sorry I'm late. You look like you need a drink though, come on."

"Yeah, maybe something stronger than punch." I said, shaking my head. "Are all Amanda's parties like this?"

"Oh definitely not. Her parents would probably kill her if they found out we were having an adult party." She said as she ladled some punch into a cup and handed it to me.

I took a big gulp of the punch and let out a long sigh.

"You better take it easy on that stuff if you want to last all night." She said warningly.

"Huh? Why is that?"

"The guys were planning on spiking the bowl with Vodka. A few more like that and you'll be passed out on the floor."

"OH geez. Just what I need to make myself look like an even bigger dork." I said shaking my head.

"Oh you don't really look like a dork. Besides, I think what the boys did to you the other day made them look like much bigger dorks than you."

"oh."

"Wait, that didn't come out right. I wasn't trying to say you were a dork, I was trying to say they were dorks....but somehow I didn't get that out right." She said, blushing a little.

"Um...would you like to dance?" I asked her.

"I thought you'd never ask." She sighed in relief. " I was totally messing this up."

I took her hand and led her back to the dance floor. "By the way, I'm actually supposed to be your date tonight." She said as we started moving to a moderately fast song.

"I see. Can I tell you a secret?" I said over the music.

"Sure," she answered with a smile, moving a little closer.

"I've seen you around school a few times, but I really don't know your name."

"Ohhhh, goodness, I'm sorry. I'm Njideka, we have Chemistry class together."

"Oh, yeah, I have seen you sitting back behind me." I said as the music faded away. "So can I ask, not that I'm complaining, but why are you my date?"

"Well, this was kind of my idea to invite you. Nduka was my boyfriend, before he crossed the line and threw you in the locker room. Yes, the whole school seems to know about it. But I convinced Amanda that we should invite you to come to kind of make up for what our boyfriends did to you."

"Oh, that kind of explains it." I said quietly as the song faded. I felt like I wasn't really wanted here, but this was a charity invite after all.

Another song, make it with you or something like that, started playing, another nice slow song. She stepped up to me, put her arms around my neck and whispered. "Just dance for a minute."

I moved my hands to her hips, feeling the linen material of her mini-dress and the hot pants she had on under it as she encouraged me to sway with her by rubbing her body against mine.

"What's wrong. I saw your face change." She asked quietly.

"I guess I don't really belong here." I answered honestly.

"Ohhhhh. No no, it's not that. You do belong here. Are you a bit nerdy? Kind of, but I've seen you work in chemistry lab and you're sharp, lots smarter than these bozo bullies. You're here because I want you to be, not because I feel sorry for you. I'm here as your date, for real. A little later we're going to play a game, one the Bullies are going to find a bit embarrassing. I think you'll enjoy it, but for now, just trust that you're here because I really want you to be, okay?" she said softly. Then she moved her arms down from my neck sliding her hands down my arms to my hands. She held them against her body as she turned in my arms and then pulled them snugly around her, her butt rubbing back and forth against my somewhat shrunken dick.

"You smell nice." I whispered, smelling the delicate perfume she was wearing.

"And you feel nice." She cooed back, pulling one of my hands up to her breast. "I heard that the girls took good care of you while I was gone and that you gave one of them quite a surprise."

"I guess so. I didn't mean to." I answered quietly.

"Oh, you are a sweet man." She said, leaning her head back against my shoulder and reaching one hand to my cheek to stroke it. "A lot of guys would be taking advantage of a girl dancing like this, and you're apologizing for giving a girl an orgasm? I wish all guys were that considerate."

"I'm just me. Nothing special." I answered.

"That's just it. You are considerate, and you don't even have to try to be nice. You're just naturally nice. But right now I need a little less nice and a little more of that guy that gave Nkiru a climax." She whispered, using her hand that was still resting on mine to push it down to her thigh. "I had to have shorts on to get out of my house, but if you prefer I don't have to have them on any more."

"You sure?" I asked as I slid a hand up under the hem of the white mini-dress feeling the extremely short hot pants with my fingers.

"uh huh. Very sure." She whispered back.

I let my hand slide up and find the snap of the shorts and then pulled the zipper down. The snug pants weren't about to go anyplace so I slipped my other hand up under her dress and hooked my thumbs into her shorts and started to push them down while she wiggled her butt. I pushed down as far as I could and then she moved her head from my shoulders and pushed her own pants the rest of the way down until she could step out of them.

"Mmmmmmmm that was a surprise. I didn't expect you to take my panties off too, but since you did...." She said, putting her head back on my shoulder and turning her head to give me a little kiss on the cheek.

I did what? I thought to myself. I slipped my hand over to her mound an felt the now exposed curls residing there. I slowly slipped my fingers down between her legs, feeling her wet fat outer lips, pressing a finger softly between them to delve into the wet softness inside.

"Ohhhhhh yes. Nice gentle touch." She said, moving her feet slightly apart but still swaying to the music. I wasn't even sure when the music stopped and the next song started, the two of us lost in the pleasures we were sharing. My finger slid up and down her wet slit, dipping slightly into her tunnel and then drawing up her pussy to her clit, where I stroked back and forth across the little nub, getting a sigh of contentment each time. "Chuma, you're going to make me climax." She whispered urgently. "Come with me!"

She pulled from between my arms and grabbed my hand from her crotch. She tugged me across the room and down the hall, turning into a dark room, closing the door behind us. She pulled me toward the desk barely visible in the gloom and switched on the desk lamp. She turned to face me and quickly pulled up her dress, sliding it over her head so she was standing in just her bra and knee high boots. She reached around behind her back and undid her bra, shaking it off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor with her dress.

"You didn't get to see me naked in the shower, but I kind of wish you had, so now you can." She said as she stepped up to me again. She reached for my pants and quickly undid my belt and the front of my pants, pushing them down to my knees so only my white briefs were covering my leaking hard on. "I've wanted to do this since I heard the girls talking about how hot your dick looked in that shower." She said as she slipped my briefs down, exposing my shaft. "Chuma, I want to do something with you. I want you to stroke me like you were while I stroke you."

"Sure, if that's what you want." I said, staring at her nude body, hardly able to believe she was asking me to touch her. One of the neighbour girls and I had done some feeling up in the dark outside one time but this was the first time I was invited to touch an almost completely naked woman. I reached for one breast and began squeezing it gently massaging it and rubbing my thumb across her nipple while my other hand moved back to her pussy, sliding back down between her lips.

She wrapped both hands around my dick and started stroking it slowly, letting her hands slide up around the head and drawing the precum leaking from me down my shaft.

"Oh damn. You do that very much, and it's going to make me squirt." I groaned more loudly than I intended to.

"That's fine. It's called a climax or to come. I want you to come, and yes, you will squirt." she said breathlessly. "Just keep stroking me like you are and maybe we will climax together."

"Oh damn. I don't think I can stop it...." I grunted, my cock suddenly spurting a huge gush of white cream that arched through the short distance between us, hitting her body in the valley between her breasts. Time and again I jerked, spouting another shot of juice that landed on her body as she stood in front of me, her hips only far enough away from me to allow me to have my hand between her legs.

"Ohhhhh yesssss. Here I come too." She moaned softly, her hands still stroking my softening dick. I watched her whole body shudder in the light. "Push your finger all the way into me." She practically pleaded.

I slid my finger all the way down and pushed into her tunnel farther, not stopping at the first knuckle of my finger like I had, but pushing it as deep into her tight little tunnel as I could.

"OHHHHH YESSSSS!" She hissed loudly, her body making little jerking movements. I could feel her tunnel contracting around my finger, squeezing it and practically trying to pull it into her farther. The sensations were incredible, as we stood there, holding each other's most private parts, our heads resting with our foreheads touching, her tall heel boots bringing her to the same height as I was.

"Is that the first time you've ever done anything like this?" She asked breathlessly.

"One time the girl next door and I did some touching outside in the dark. I didn't quite understand at the time, but she was playing with me in my pants and I came in them. But yeah, this is the first time mostly naked."

"You know what? I hope that you and I get to do this a lot more. I like how gentle you are." She whispered back.

"I kind of made a mess." I said looking at the cum running down her body.

"Yeah, you kind of did." She giggled. "I didn't know a guy could come that much."

"I didn't either." I answered as we started using Kleenex from the box on the desk to wipe her body down. It took several minutes, by which time my dick was rock hard again.

"We should get back out. They're probably ready to start playing games." She said, picking up her dress. "Do you want me to leave this off?" she asked, holding up the little white bra she had taken off.

"If I have a choice, heck yes." I answered enthusiastically.

"You know, this will be the first time I've ever been naked under a dress like this. You can almost see my nipples through it."

"Yeah, looks kind of hot." I told her.

"Well, so does that." She said pointing to my hard cock now covered by my jeans again. She stepped up to me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "You can kiss back you know." She whispered.

It was an awkward kiss, but I quickly got the hang of it and before long we had our tongues teasing into each other's mouths, my hands under her skirt and pulling her bare ass to grind her mound against my hard cock.

"Damn you learn fast." She panted after breaking the kiss. "But I think I better take you back out there before we get too turned on again because I want to go to bed with you before we play games" she pushed back and walked out of the room, leaving her bra lying on the desk.

"There you two are!" Amanda said. It's time to play some games, and I didn't want to start until you came back out.

"We're here." Njideka said, her cheeks turning slightly pink in embarrassment.

"Was it good?" Amanda whispered to Njideka.

"We didn't do that, but what we did do...oh yeah. Man he has gentle hands." Njideka whispered back.

"Rad." Amanda said with a grin before turning and calling to the room. "Okay ladies and gentlemen. It's game time! Get your date and let's have some fun."

We played a few games, each one seeming to get more and more sexual. The first was carrying billiard balls squeezed between your bodies the length of the room. This got very interesting trying to choose how and where to trap the balls. Njideka and I did well, putting them on her breasts and squeezing my chest to hers, but we didn't move fast enough to win. Just the same, it was fun.

The next was a crab race. The guys were the crabs, walking on their hands and feet with their butts toward the ground. The girls had to ride them by sitting on their lap, such as it was. We got completely blown out in this one, just due to lack of physical strength on my part. But it was still fun having her bare pussy riding on my jeans covered hard on. I actually got to see her curls pressed against my jeans as we tried to make our way across the floor.

The next was ring toss, sort of. The girls had to hold a stick between their legs and the guys had to toss rings at the sticks, trying to get as many on her stick as we could. It kind of made me think of playing ring toss with a dick instead of a stick, but then I guess that was the idea.

The next game got real interesting. The guys had to lie down and the girls crawled over them on all fours, their heads down by our crotch and the girls' crotch by our faces. The idea of the game was that the guys had to tie a string around the girls thigh without using his hands, while the girls tried to tie strings around the guys thighs the same way. Since Njideka didn't have any panties on, I had her bare pussy in front of my face the whole time, frequently brushing against my face. I could smell her and the between the sight, scent and her rubbing her tits against my cock, I almost came again.

"Okay, now we're going to do the gift exchange. Ladies and gentlemen, go collect your gifts." Which I did easily.

"Now here's how it works. Ladies, draw a name from the hat!" Amanda said, walking down the line, all six of the girls drawing a name from the hat with Amanda drawing last.

"Okay, here's how this works. You have to dress your partner in only what you have in your package and nothing else. You have two songs to do it in. Then the next song you have to dance with your partner in just your new outfit. After that you can dance with your date again, however, you have to wear the new outfit for the rest of the night and nothing else. Sound like fun?"

The guys were immediately excited. I presumed they got similar instructions on what to get and that meant they were going to be dressing their partner in some sexy piece of lingerie. There were going to be a lot of naked girls in a short time.

"Okay girls, go pick your partner." Amanda said as she walked to the record player. She put on a Partridge Family album and walked straight over to me, Njideka having gone off to find one of the other guys.

"Well, if you followed directions, you should have a nice sexy bra for me to wear." Amanda said quietly. "Feel free to start undressing any time. I'll do you after you do me."

"Okay," I answered, a bit nervously, reaching out for her blouse and starting to undo the buttons.

"It's only fair you know."

"What is?" I asked.

"You getting to see my body naked, I got to see yours."

"You were in the shower?"

"No, I was already out, but I looked back in from the locker room. I have to admit, you have quite a bit to show off."

"I don't know. I kind of get made fun of because it always seems to be hard."

"And big. They're just jealous. Some day you'll realize just what you can do with that, and when you do...damn some girls are going to be happy." She said as I pulled the shirt off of her arms. "You probably need to go a bit faster, or we'll never get naked."

"Uh, yeah." I answered, quickly moving to the zipper of her skirt. The skirt and high heel boots went next, leaving her in a pair of little white panties and a white bra. Since I was already on my knees I reached up and pulled her panties down, letting her step from them before standing up again. She stepped against me and let me reach around to undo her bra, and then stepped back, letting me see her whole nude body, including her slightly oblong areola, rock hard nipples and little black curls on her mound. She opened the package I had brought and held out the little half bra.

"This is perfect!" she said, quickly slipping the little bra on, her nipples sticking right over the top of the bra so that she was as good as naked. "My turn."

She knelt down and pulled my boots and socks off, tossing them aside before going to work on my pants. She tugged my jeans down and then pulled my briefs down, exposing my hard dick before standing back up. She undid the buttons of my shirt and pulled it off, leaving me standing as nude as I was that day in the shower. She unwrapped the package she had set by her feet before I started undressing her and pulled out a pair of superman boxers. They were black with a superman symbol on the front and a large fly that seemed to easily gap open. She helped me step into them, my hard dick slapping her in the face accidently as I lifted one foot, bringing a giggle from her. "There, all done," she said as she stood up.

I looked around the room and the girls were all wearing only bras and the guys...well all the guys were wearing a little pink ribbon tied around the base of their dicks so that it circled around their balls. "I don't understand." I said quietly.

"Just a little payback. It was Njideka's idea, she can be very devious when she wants to, but she really has a soft spot too. Trust me. You'll enjoy this next part VERY MUCH!" she said as she stepped forward and worked my hard on out through the front of the superman boxers.

"Ok ladies, and um...gentlemen? The next game I call rate the dick. You gentlemen have to stand with your hands behind your back. You are not allowed to touch or say anything. Each of the ladies will come by and 'shop test' your dick anyway they see fit. After all the ladies have sampled the wares in any way they choose, they will each get 5 poker chips. They will drop chips into cups with your names on them, voting on who has the best dick. Since we want this to be anonymous, you won't be able to see who votes for whom because you'll be turned around. Oh yes, if you make any noise or make any movements that the shopper finds, um, unwanted, she can put a red chip in your cup. If she does that you lose two blue chips at the end. All ready?" Amanda walked over and put a record of slow music on and walked back over to me.

"You don't have a problem with any of them touching you do you?" Amanda whispered as she pressed her tits against my chest and reached for my cock.

"Uh, no. I guess not." I stammered slightly.

"One more question. Are you really a virgin?"

I blushed and nodded slightly.

"Not after this," she whispered before stepping away. I watched as she bent over and then reached between her legs, aiming my engorged head at her pussy and slowly rubbing it up and down between her wet lips. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned softly as she pushed back, slowly sinking her pussy over my head and about two inches of my shaft. Putting her hands on her knees she began to slowly rock, driving herself on and off of me, sending incredible sensations through my whole body.

"Oh damn." I groaned quietly as she rode my shaft ever so slowly, pushing herself on and off of me.

"DAMN AMANDA!" Ugonna called from down the line of guys where Nkiru was kneeling in front of him stroking his cock with both hands.

"SHUT UP UGONNA!" Amanda shouted back. "That's one red chip for you!"

Ugonna said something else I couldn't hear, but apparently Nkiru didn't appreciate it and stood up and slapped his face hard enough to leave an outline of a hand on his cheek.

"Okay girls. Time to switch." Amanda called, pulling off my shaft and walking down to the end of the line of guys. Onyiye moved down to me from where she had been kneeling in front of Agbai.

"Hi Chuma. You don't mind if I try you on for size too, do you?"

"Uh, no." I groaned as she stood with her breasts pressed against me, the little blue bra she was wearing rubbing against me and the feathered fringe tickling my own nipples.

She grinned and lifted one leg high, wrapping it around my back and hooking her heel on my hands behind my back. "Did you know I'm a dancer?" she cooed as she reached down between us and rubbed my dick against her pussy while she stood on the tip toes of her one foot.

"Nnnnnoooooo." I groaned softly as she pushed herself down on me, her incredibly tight tunnel expanding to form itself around me. "Oh lord."

"You can say that again." She breathed softly as she began bouncing herself slightly on that one foot. "Oh lord you're big." She moaned. She bounced up and down my shaft for nearly a full minute before she suddenly stiffened, her body shuddering and a low groan escaping her lips. "oh my god," sShe sighed. "I can't believe I just did that."

"What's that?"

"Came on your dick so fast. Nzube hasn't ever made me climax with just his dick."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said, not quite sure what to say.

"Oh don't be sorry." She said as she pulled off my dick. She reached around behind her back and flicked the clasp of the bra and let it fall down her arms, exposing her perky breasts, each the size of a large orange. Her freckles, extended down from her neck across her chest all the way to her hard pink nipples. "Have you ever sucked on a woman's nipple?"

"No, is it something you like?"

"It's something ALL women like." She said, coaxing my head down as she lifted and aimed her breast toward my mouth. "Just suck the front in with your mouth and then tease my nipple with your tongue." She cooed as I followed her guidance. "Ohhhh yeah. Just like that. Mmmmmm that will get me so turned on again so fast!"

"Time to change again!" Amanda called from down the line.

"Thank you!" Onyiye whispered before pulling away and walking quickly away, her breasts, now exposed, bouncing with each step.

"Well, you made an impression on her." Njideka said as she stepped in front of me with a big smile. She reached behind her and undid the little bra she had on, tossing it aside so she was completely nude, her small breasts standing proudly and her nipples poking out rock hard. "It seems that you are destined to have several pussies on your cock tonight. Are you game for a little more?"

"Yours? Hheck yes." I answered enthusiastically.

She pulled herself close to me and pressed her cheek to mine, and her chest to mine while she lifted herself on her tip toes. "Ok big boy. By the way...This is my first time with anything but fingers!" she whispered before pulling away.

She turned around like Amanda had done and backed up against me, rubbing my head up and down her wet lips while pushing back. She wasn't as smooth at getting me inside her like Amanda was, but when she finally did, it felt amazing. She pushed herself back against me in tiny little strokes until her ass was banging against my hips, and then continued to bounce against me, stroking only an inch or so at a time.

"Oh damn. Stop or I'm going to come again." I groaned to her.

"Uh uh." Njideka grunted back, not slowing her motions at all.

"I mean it." I warned, curling my toes and squeezing my ass to try and hold back what I knew was coming.

"UH UH!" she answered.

"OHHHHH DAMN!" I groaned, as my body jerked, pumping a huge gush of cum into her pussy. I half heard her cry out something as she held herself still, her body trembling and jerking in time with mine, while she made little mewing noises.

I heard at least one other deep groan down the line and a giggle as someone else came.

"Oh damn." I breathed as she pulled herself unsteadily off of me. "Oh damn."

"You can say that again." She panted, standing up and turning to face me. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine, starting a long slow wet kiss that lasted until Amanda called time again. "Thank you." She whispered before pulling away.

"Well now, that didn't leave me much to work with." Ginika said as she stepped over to me. "I hope you don't mind a little oral action."

"Huh?" I asked as she knelt down in front of me. I looked down as she wrapped a hand around my softening cock and then aimed it at her mouth. "Oh lord." I moaned as she sucked much of my softened shaft into her mouth and began to suck and tease it. "You really like that?" I asked after she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"Oh yeah," she answered, grinning at me. "Very much." After her answer she was back to work, sucking and playing with my dick, which was surprisingly growing quickly. She had me almost back as hard as I had started with Amanda when time got called again. "Awww. I was hoping to get this inside my pussy too. Well, maybe later." She said with a grin. She leaned toward me, lifting herself on her toes and planted a wet kiss on my lips before walking down the line.

"Well Chuma. It seems like this is the place to leave my bra." She said as she pulled it off, dropping the little red see through piece on the floor. "Agbai is going to really hate me for this. Sit down."

"Huh?"

"Sit, on the floor." She said, pushing down on my shoulder. As soon as I was sitting down, she pushed me back and then stepped over me, straddling me with her feet. "Here goes." She said, squatting down. "I saw this in a magazine Agbai had hidden in his room. He's always wanted me to try it with him." She said as she aimed my hard dick at her pussy. "OHHHHHH Goodness yes." She whispered as she slid down my shaft, stopping only when my thighs were holding her ass up. She began to slowly bounce up and down on me, her strokes getting longer and more vigorous as she built confidence. "Does that feel good for you? It definitely does for me!"

"Uh huh." I grunted as I watched her apple sized tits bouncing up and down tantalizingly.

"Give me your hand." She said urgently, reaching for one of my hands and dragging it down to her pussy. She pressed my fingers against her pussy and continued to ride up and down my shaft, my fingers rubbing the outside of her and my dick the inside. "Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes....OH YES OHHHHHH YESSSS!" she screamed as her body slammed down on me and she sat there, shuddering and jerking uncontrollably for several long seconds. "Ohhhhhhh yeah." She groaned in a long slow sigh after some time.

"I think it's time to move again." Amanda called from down the line.

"Ohhh god that was good." Chizoba moaned as she leaned down and gave me a hot wet kiss. She pushed herself up and walked away, unsteadily the remnants of her orgasm still coursing through her body.

"Ladies, this is your last one, so feel free!" Amanda called as she knelt down in front of the guy next to me.

Nkiru stepped over me and sat down on my lap, trapping my dick between her exposed pussy and my stomach. She had on a little white lace bra which she quickly pulled off, tossing aside. "Chinedu was the one who's idea it was to toss you into the showers, so here's a present from me to you that he had been begging me to do for months!" She said as she slid forward, sliding her pussy all the way off my shaft and then leaning her chest down to my face. I felt her hand reach behind herself and lift my cock until it was pressing between her lips. She pushed herself back, building pressure across my head until I suddenly felt it ease and change to pressure around my head. "Ohhhhhhhhh my." Nkiru breathed softly as she continued to push her petite little body back, taking me in only a fraction of an inch at a time. "So so big." She moaned. "I only let Agbai put it into me a little one time and it didn't feel anything like this." She moaned, her little boobs hanging inches from my face.

I lifted my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth and used my tongue to flick back and forth across the hard nipple.

"Oh damn, oh damn." She moaned as she began to wiggle her hips around on me, practically screwing herself down my shaft until my head was nestled in at the end of her shaft, several inches yet to go. "That's all I can take in." She moaned as she started to rock on her knees, sliding herself on and off my shaft, her incredibly tight pussy caressing and teasing my cock. "Chuma. Oh damn Chuma, you're going to make me climax. Oh shit. Oh....OH....OH SHIT!" she squealed, her body convulsing both outwardly and inwardly. Her pussy clamped and squeezed my cock as she twitched and jerked on top of me. "Ohhhhh damn. Oh damn." She began to moan with each stroke on and off of me. "Ohhhhh god this is...Oh shit. Ohhhhhhh" she moaned louder as my cock swelled inside her, threatening to come again. "Are you going to...?" she got half way out when my dick erupted inside her, squirting a gush of hot cum up and out into her pussy.

"YES!" She screamed, as her body suddenly dissolved into another orgasm, her whole body twitching for several long seconds before she collapsed on top of me. She lay still for several seconds before she slowly moved and pushed herself up again, looking down at me from where she sat. "What happened?"

"I think you passed out." I answered still trying to recover myself from the last climax.

I looked down the line and saw all of the other guys with limp dicks. Ginika was covered with cum all over her chest and face, but the rest of the guys seemed to have gotten little more than a hand job.

"Okay ladies. Time to vote. Gentlemen, please turn around."

I climbed to my feet and turned to face the opposite wall, as were the rest of the guys. I could hear plastic ships falling into plastic cups, and wondered how many chips I would collect. Quite a few I suspected, but then the girls would probably vote for their own group anyway.

"All right, let's turn around." Amanda called.

"First bucket...Ugonna. Awwww...only two chips Ugonna. Chinedu. Damn Chinedu, none?" Amanda asked, turning the cup over. "Well then. Agbai, one two three, four chips. Emeka. One chip. Nzube, One, Two, Three chips. Chuma...Damn." She said as she poured the chips from the cup onto the table. "I don't think we even need to count. He clearly is the winner here."

"Rigged!" Agbai said angrily.

Chizoba walked over to him, still completely nude and wrapped a hand around his softened dick. "Honey, if you ever want to stick this inside me again, you better learn something real fast. Just because you're a big football star doesn't mean you know squat about how to please a woman. Sometimes having a little humility, a little shyness and letting a woman have her way the way she wants means a lot more to her than how big your ego is. Chuma has a very nice dick and this goes for all of you, if we find out you've tried to retaliate for what's happened tonight, you'll never get another pussy on your dick before graduation. Is that clear? Chuma is off limits to you boys. You've had your last fun at his expense. The next time it will be at your own."

"Well, now. If you boys want to take a few minutes to recharge, we have a few more games we can play. The rest are with your own dates though, so feel free to indulge yourselves. However, the pink bows stay till the end of the night." Amanda said, flashing me a little smile and giving me a wink.

"Well, I guess that means I can...do this?" Njideka said, as she stepped up behind me and stroked my softened shaft. "If I can get it hard, can I sit on it again?'

"Heck yes." I answered, lifting an arm to let her walk around me. She took my hand and pulled me to an overstuffed chair and had me sit down. She crawled in on top of me and then with her pussy pressed against my balls, began to gently play with my dick slowly coaxing it from its rest.

"Ok men, it's been long enough." Amanda said as she climbed off her boyfriend's lap after several minutes of making out. "Guys on the floor on your backs."

I moved with Njideka, letting her guide me to the floor on my back.

"Ladies, assume your positions." Amanda said with a giggle, stepping over Ugonna and settling down on his chest with her pussy inches from his face. "Gentlemen. No hands allowed. First one to make his woman climax wins." Amanda called.

"Hey that's not fair." One of the guys called. "He already squirted inside her."

"Well, if you don't want to, that's your choice." The female voice said. For my part I chose to just dig in and have fun. I hadn't ever licked a pussy, with it sitting this close to me, I was willing to try anything.

"That's it, just slip your tongue between my lips." Njideka cooed, coaxing me and instructing me on what to do to make her feel good. "Yeah, dig in there...now slide it all the way up. That little bump, that's my clit. Oh yeah, lick it like that. Ohhhh you learn fast."

I continued to lick and stroke her pussy with my tongue, driving it deep into her and then sliding it up along her wet lips until I could flick her clit a few times.

"Oh yes, that's it. Oh lord you're getting good at that." Njideka moaned loudly. "You're going to make me climax any second now."

I could hear another female voice cry out, and was pretty sure it was Amanda, but my attention was primarily focused on Njideka and pushing her over the edge by concentrating on her clit.

"Yes...here it comes sweetie. Ohhhhh yes." She moaned loudly as her body shook and shuddered, her juices leaking from her pussy around my face and dribbling down my neck. She slowly pushed herself off my chest and down my body until she could press herself around my hard cock. "I have a very serious question." She said softly, pausing her statement to kiss my girl cum covered lips. "Would you like to be my boyfriend? For real boyfriend?"

"And you're not doing this because of what happened in the showers?"

"Sweety, anyone that can make me climax three times in one night doesn't need any help. If I'd known what I know now I'd have made sure I was in those showers just to have a chance to ride your cock." She whispered as she wiggled her ass. "Personally I'm done playing games, and I think most of the girls are too. How about we just screw until you come again?"

"Sounds good to me." I said as she started rocking her hips, sliding herself on and off my shaft ever so slowly. It only took another five or ten minutes to make me climax again inside her. I'd long since lost track of how many times I'd come that night, but I knew one thing, when the party was over the girls had a new respect for me, and I never had another problem with the bullies the rest of the year."

I looked around at the four girls sitting on the couch listening to my recounting of my lost virginity. Nkem had long since taken her shorts and panties off and had two fingers stuffed inside her pussy, Imaima had a hand under her dress, Ojone was only half dressed, a hand squeezing her big tits and her other hand stuffed in her panties, and Kemi was sitting back, slowly stroking her exposed pussy with one finger and running the other around her nipples, her dress in a heap on the floor.

"God that was so fucking hot. I think I came three times while you were telling it. But it wasn't really true, was it?" Kemi asked.

"Actually it's all true. After I got out of the university Njideka and I hooked up again and ended up getting married." I answered her.

"Well, what happened?” Nkem said   “ you were divorced."

"Yeah, call it stupidity. Amanda and Ginika caught up with me one day. I ended up getting them both pregnant. Njideka found out. That was the end of our almost twenty years together."

"Ohhhhh that would kind of put the damper on things. But I'd think being her past friends that she might get over it." Nkem said.

"Yeah, well, that was the nail in the coffin. I wasn't exactly the most monogamous husband." I said quietly.

Ojone stood up, pushed her dress and panties down, leaving her completely naked except for her thigh high stockings. She stepped around the table and crawled into my lap, working my pants loose and pulling out my raging hard on. "Personally I don't care. You're single, you're hot, and from the sound of it you're one hell of a lover." She said as she aimed my cock at her pussy. She settled down on me and moaned softly.

"Sweetie, I think you're back in the dating game." Nkem said with a laugh as Ojone began bouncing up and down my shaft. "Just save some for me, okay?"

"You got it." I grunted as Ojone bounced on me, her big tits flopping up and down in front of me, begging me to capture and suck them.

"Ohhhh I think I'm going to like Christmas parties with you guys!" I groaned quietly, reaching up to capture her bouncing tits and wondering how many of them I could manage in one night.

The end

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A night with Three Fair Neighbours

"As a point of fact, you three could never be good gamblers," I said in a somewhat flippant manner.

"Nnamdi, you are so full of bullshit, it's coming out your ears," responded Nkem as she glared at me.

I didn't come to their apartment looking for a fight. In fact, I wasn't planning to see them at all, but I had bumped into Amaka at the front door; she was struggling to hold two bags of groceries while trying to find her keys. I've always liked Amaka since she moved into the apartment last fall. She had an easy smile, a very nice body measuring about five foot eight inches tall, beautiful breasts from what I could see, and deep brown eyes that I seemed to get lost in every time she looked at me.

We were attending the nearby university and this was one of many off-campus student apartments. I was on the third floor in a ten foot by ten foot room, bed, small table and counter for my hot plate, and a minuscule bathroom with shower. It wasn't much; it was cheap.

A week after I moved in the three women arrived. I met Amaka first, gazed into those brown eyes and immediately volunteered to help them. Chinenye amadi introduced herself to me with a giggle. She was five foot six inches or so; thin with nice but small breasts, an exceptional ass, brown eyes and brown hair.

Finally Amaka introduced me to Nkem. She was the same height as Chinenye, but much bigger breasts, brown eyes and dark hair. We looked at each other and it was instant dislike. She was a bitchy rich kid to me, and sensing my feelings, she never missed an opportunity to challenge anything I said.

I ignored Nkem for the rest of that day as the four of us emptied three packed cars. Their second floor apartment put mine to shame--two bedrooms, a large bathroom with tub and shower, and a small family room and kitchen combination. One wall had a wide expanse of windows looking out over the park across the street. A gas-fired, artificial corner fireplace made the family area comfortable.

Nkem and Chinenye had decided to share the very large bedroom that had two queen-size beds, end tables, closets and a nice sitting area. Amaka had a much smaller bedroom to herself.

They had also put a twin bed in the family room and covered it with a multitude of colourful pillows to make it appear to be a couch. If one of their girlfriends stayed over, the couch became a bed.

My thoughts were interrupted as Nkem continued, "You are always full of shit when you try to put us down like that."

"Nkem," I replied, "I'm sorry you took that the wrong way. You know I play poker at least five times a week, and the money I win is how I'm putting myself through school. So I think you have to give me a little credit when I say you could never be good gamblers."

Nkem sputtered, "You jerk; do you..."

Amaka interrupted, trying to calm things down and asked me, "But why couldn't any of us be good gamblers? Two of us are math majors and Chinenye is an econ major, so we aren't dumb."

"Amaka, being smart is only a very small part of being a good gambler. For example, I read that all professional golfers are within 90 percent of each other in physical ability. However, it is the mental part of the game that determines the champion in golf. Many professionals could put an eight foot putt in the hole ten out of ten times, but if that putt is worth N400,000,000 and the crowd is staring at them, all but the true champions often miss.

"Gamblers are the same way; they must be willing to put everything on the line—their money, their reputation, their soul—in a high stakes game. If they can't go to the limit, and many gamblers cannot, they will never be a good gambler. They quit or make critical errors at the worst time; they flinch."

"Any of us could put it all on the line," challenged Nkem.

"Put what on the line Nkem?" I fired back. "None of you play competitive sports so you haven't experienced the thrill and agony of winning and losing. You're all well off with your three cars and nice clothes, so putting money on the line is probably not even stressful.

"The real test of the gambler is whether he or she can risk the biggest pain or the highest stress in order to win...there is no pain or stress that I can think of that would be a challenge—to see if you would play or walk away."

The room was quiet as they thought about what I had said.

Amaka finally said with a grin, "Well I guess you are accusing us of all talk, but no action. Is that it?"

Chinenye finally spoke up and giggled at me, "So even you—the master gambler—can't come up with a test which would prove that we could be good gamblers?"

Actually, I had thought of a way of pushing these three to the limit, but I knew my idea would never fly. Yet Nkem had gotten to me once again and I wanted to goad her some more, so I thought to myself, "Why not give it a try...at least it's bound to get a reaction."

I looked at Nkem and asked, "If I thought of a stressful game and you refused to play, would you accept that as proof you could never be a good gambler?"

"Obviously, it depends on the game, asshole," she spit out.

"Well what if the rules are that you can quit at any time if it gets too stressful? Then would you agree to play to see if you have the gambler's spirit?"