WRITE AN ESSAY


WRITER/AUTHOR: RICHARD CLOVER

 

As Mrs. Briggs entered our classroom which was unusually silent today, her beautiful black heels made resounding “ko ko ko” sound. We are stood in unionism and greeted “good morning mam. You are welcome to SS3 science. May God bless and enrich you mam. Amen.” She asked us to take our seat and with her brightest smile she said “today is a special day.” We all looked amused and wondered what was so special about today. After all, there is no public holiday else we won’t be in school. She smiled again and said “well you are going to write an essay for me about a special day in your life. This class is for two periods, forty minutes per period right?” some shook their heads and other murmured. In all we all agreed with her and she continued saying “I will give you a demonstration by telling you about a special day in my life.” The whole class grew silent in anticipation of what she was going to say. “My own special day was the day I got wedded to my handsome and lovely husband.”  The whole class seemed to mutter “hm.” Her smile broadened from her cheeks to her eyes. It must have been a really great day for her. She was all smiles and was sure as hell proud of it. The girls leaned and whispered into the ears of each other. I am sure the trance of how Mr. Perfect will make his proposer had fallen on them. They all seemed to fall into the day dream of how Mr. Right will fall on one of his knee, bring out a small chest that has a golden or diamond ring in it. When he opens it, the glitters of the ring will blind everyone apart from they themselves who would have been too surprised to notice. A celestial stairs will roll down from heaven and angels will descend flapping their big mighty white wings around them. A beautiful ray of light will shine from above fellowshipping with them as this bundle of joy hits them. A choir of trumpeters will come out of nowhere blowing and dancing around them. They will melt like cheese on heat. With Mrs. Briggs smile and confidence, anyone girlishly inclined will be swayed into thinking just like that. “Silence!” she screamed before continuing. “On the day I was wedded, the sun shone very brightly and believe me it was the best day of my life. The gown I wore on that very day was a white lacey wedding gown. That wedding gown had been in the family for three generations. My grandmother had worn it on her wedding likewise my mother before it was passed on to me. The beautiful white gown had flowery patterns and was adorned with pear. It was so beautiful when I wore it I could literally feel myself shine. I walked on clouds with my shoulders high up. We went to the registry, our relatives with my husband and I signed the dotted lines. We were man and wife before the law.” At this expression, she smiled more and I could not help think just maybe something was wrong with her. She continued, saying “after this we went to the church. Really I was so happy I barely knew what was going on. The next thing I could remember was the whole church standing up to honour me and the choir playing ‘here comes the bride.’ I was so emotionally filed that tears slipped from my eyes. My father who held my hand came closer to me and hugged me telling me that it was alright. I shook my head against his chest in agreement and we started to move slowly to the aisle. At the aisle my husband to be stood all smiles, I could tell he was the happiest man as I the happiest woman on earth. We said our vows and the priest said ‘you may kiss the bride.’ I felt rooted as my husband leaned into my and kissed me.” At this, I could see one or two girls who were cleaning the corner of their eyes. The boys muttered “hm” in a deep strong way that seemed to register that they were enjoying and loving her narrative. She smiled some more and she continued to tell her narrative. “It was the loveliest day in my life, very special day. The whole church thing finished and we headed the hall rented for the proper ceremony. Everyone danced, eat and made merriment until dusk. The ceremony was the talk of the town for many months.” Waking us rudely from the beauty of her story she said “now you have heard about my special day. I want you to write about your own special day. Make it enjoyable as you have enjoyed mine. Now tear out a middle sheet and write. We have used twenty minutes discussing and I have given you an insight as to how and what to write. You are to use the remaining one hour to write your story so now start. Those of you with small handwriting, better increase it a little to medium. And those of you with ugly big handwriting, Richard God will help you. Amen.” I looked at her with my jaw agape surprised she saw only my name fit to mention. My hand writing was not the worst in this class and yet I am the only one she saw. I tore out a sheet of paper and wrote all my needed particulars of me on it. I rationed out the time I was going to spend on each stage of my write up. The first fifteen minutes will be for thinking and getting my points, forty will be for writing and the remaining five for proof reading my works.

Mrs. Briggs went and sat at our class teacher’s table which was in front of us. She brought out her phone flipping it doing whatever she was doing. I sat back comfortably into my seat and started to think. My thought went wild on various topics. Almost everybody was writing now and I was clueless on what special day to write. At some point I thought maybe I should write about my naming ceremony. My mother had said it was also the talk of the town. My naming had taken place in three cities and I was given almost fifteen to twenty names. Being the first child in the family, I could understand the need for much celebration. My mom said they (she and her husband, my father) had celebrated it here and my both grandparents celebrated it too where they were. It was tempting to write but I know if I dare to writ such thing, I would be the talk of the whole school. And that will be after I have been flogged in front of my classmate for write such ridicule. Having spent almost eight minute’s think of what to write, I glanced up at Mrs. Briggs who was now far misplaced into her phone. Seeing Mrs. Briggs, I seemed to recognize something fishy about her. Her attention was too focused on her phone and the way her sharp intake of breath seemed. She seemed to force down a lump in her throat. I looked down under the table; her skirt was properly tucked between her thighs and her left foot over the right. I noticed she tightened her legs together. I smiled as my thought ran wild. I am sure her toes were curled in those pretty heels. She must be watching porn or reading something close to that on that phone. She damn too serious and with the way she seems, she must be wet as fuck. Suddenly, I got what I was going to write about. The day the head-girl and i who is also our class captain sexed each other. Her name is Andrews Ireti. We often call her Retie but for the purpose of my essay, I will call her Regina. I knew I had to change some fact so as to protect her and possibly myself. Funny things could happen and I don’t want it bouncing on any of the both of us. I smiled and my story went does:

BAD DAY TURN SPECIAL.

            Pa! Was the resounding slap made me fall me off my bed. “What are you still doing in bed you lazy boy? Won’t you prepare for school?” my mother said seeming to boil in anger. I wondered who the devil had made her angry. I was so annoyed she had rudely awoken me from a good sleep. I stood up to go prepare for school. I obviously won’t greet her this morning. Suddenly pointing at my boxers she screamed “Richie, what have you been dreaming of ehn? What is that? Hm, oniranu, onishekushe (nonsense boy, rubbish doer (trying to downplay fornicator.)” With my hand on my cheek, I walked past her to my bathroom. I removed my boxers short and washed it before spreading it on the side hanger in the bathroom. I had my bath and did all the cleaning on I needed to be done in no time and dashed out of bathroom. I was going to be really late for school and that won’t be good. Although I was in senior secondary school two (SS2) and we were the ones being appointed as prefect, it will be embarrassing to get late to school. I jumped into my school uniform and went to the parlor. My money for the day had been left on the table for me. I took my money and headed straight to school.

I could hear the rolls of drums and the loud choruses of my school’s assemble miles away. I hastened up my step so I could catch up. Personally, I hate been late and missing the school’s assembly. I walked into the gate of my school and made my way to go to the assembly. The assembly ground was a little hidden away by two buildings. The head girl was supervising some junior late comers in picking and weeding the surrounding of the school. She dismissed them on seeing me and told me to come. I stood rooted with surprise that she could call me. Being in a foul mood I thought to myself ‘who the hell does she think she is? What even gave her the effrontery to call me?’ I ignored her and kept on with my walk before she shouted “wait now!” I stood and watched as she came closer to me. The next thing she would ask me was “why are you late Rich?” I took a step back as if dazed by her question. She seemed to want to play with the devil this morning. I answered “I don’t answer to you so don’t bother trying to exact one stupid authority on me.” She seemed taken aback by my outburst and replied “what is doing you sef? You think you are a fine boy abi? Well let me burst your head pretty boy, I have seen better ones.” My head seemed to light up in fireworks as I heard what she said. I replied saying “look because you were the first to bloom in our class does not make you the queen. Yes you are beautiful and endowed, I have even heard some boys call you complete package but you know what? You are not even it. You are just a merely glorified girl. What is it you think you are carrying sef? What do you have that I have not seen before? I have seen and touched better package. If you are to go naked sef, go nude totally I am sure you won’t stir me.” I walked away and made to go to the assembly before I suddenly turned back to her. Pointing her way, I said “I assure you I have seen better once.”

I joined the assembly standing last in the line of senior secondary school 2 (SS2). I folded my arms and waited for it to finish so I could get to my class and finish this day off as soon as possible. The assembly finished and we all went into our respective classes. The classes went as usual being slow and boring. I made no contribution in class and I sat on my own slowly watching the time fade out. The bell was wrung for long break and I went out to get what to eat, I was starving. I got what I wanted to eat and eat. I joined from few friends and mingled a little. This helped boost my mood as I cheered up and played a little. I left them and came back into the class. I sat down and watched what the time says. It remained a minute more for the break to finish so I made myself useful by arranging my rough desk. Classes started again and with a long face I started to count down to the closing time. This time though, I started contributing throwing in small jokes at every opportunity I had. I laughed when everyone laughed and made small jokes when everyone was down. The second to the last period just finished and I was waiting in agony for the last one too should just roll by. We were waiting for the next teacher to come in and take his last class when Regina came to my seat and said “follow me now. And take your bag when you are coming.” She left afterwards without looking back to see if I even complied with her instruction. I was amazed at the girls’ confidence. I did not want answer at first but I felt guilty for what I said to her earlier and so I stood up and picked my bag to follow.  She was way out of the SS3 building before I caught up with her. She stopped a little for me to catch up and when I finally did, she continued walking as if leading me somewhere. For a moment I thought just maybe she was leading me to where a gang of whoever was going to give me the beating of my life for what I did o her. I dismissed the thought and kept following. None of us offered any word to each other as we walked on. She led me to a low part of the school’s fence and crossed over. I paused wondering what this girl was up too. She jumped over the low fence and bent to pick something up. She bent and picked up her schoolbag. I had a feeling she had dropped it there during the long break. I jumped after her and she continued leading the way. We passed through so many shortcuts some of which I am well familiar with. I just know within myself that if something were to happen I will surely find my escape route. Somehow we made it to a house with very high fence; the gate of the fence was padlocked. Regina removed her bag from her back and brought out a bunch of key and opened the big padlock that closed the gate. She entered and motioned for me to enter which I grudging did. Once inside I said “where are we and what on earth are we doing here?” she replied “this is my house.” I had not even thought to that angle that she would bring me to her home. I asked “is no one around?”   She replied sarcastically saying “oh yes, everybody is at home. Didn’t you see I just opened the gate? My parents are not around and my brothers have gone to work.” Hearing “my brothers” gave me a silly chill. We all know how big brothers in this part of the world are. If they hear not to talk of see any boy trying to parole their junior sister, they would beat the hell out of that boy. Funny enough these big brothers are the one who will be causing havoc to other people’s sisters and daughters. Those crazy and overprotective big brothers, i hate them. She went into the house and opened the front door and entered. I followed her and was quiet amazed at her house. I guess having so many working classes in a family could make the family rich. While I was still turning around and feeding my eyes, she pulled me by my collar and roughly shoved me to a sofa. The bag at my back ensured my soft landing. I was very surprised by her action. I looked up to her face to question why she did that before she said “you said if I go all nude I won’t stir you shey? You silly boy, let me show you I won’t only stir you, I will shake you up from your roots.” She was saying did not seem to make any sense to me. I sat there looking misplaced like a pin that can never be found. She dropped her bag on the floor and kicked her sandals away. She pulled off her cardigan over her head and I felt my dick twitch. I sat up inside the sofa so I could hold my dick which was starting stiffen up between my thighs. “You said I won’t stir you right?” she seemed to be asking and really as I am, I am in no position to answer any question. The thought of what she was planning to do already started stirring up the hormones in me. She started to unbutton her lemon shirt up. I saw a flash of her skin beneath the shirt and I got stiffer. The removed the shirt to reveal a nice looking white and black poker bra. She pulled her deep green skirt down and matched out of it. She wore a beautiful cottoned pink pant. Sitting down and watching her strip made my heart beat wild, if she was watching I am sure she would see it through my shirt. I was scared as shit and was turned on as hell. I could feel the heat rise up from the pit of my belly into my mouth. My dick was as hard as a rock and was violently trying to pull my thighs apart. I am sure I must have been so pale it would have been obvious. I had never seen a girl naked in my life and here she was doing it like it was normal.  She came closer to me and said “common Richard, there is so much more.” I swallowed the large lump that had grown in my throat. She placed her kneel between my laps so I part my legs so she could rest her kneel on the sofa. Her hands went to her back and she unclasped her bra and pulled it off revealing the most beautiful fairies I have ever seen. Her dark nipples pointed out like eyes surprised to be seeing me just like I was seeing them. If you could see me, you will know ii was fucking scared I was expecting the world would collapse on my head. “You want to touch them don’t you? But not quiet, the show is just about to start. She stood up and pulled her pants down. She was almost totally naked except for her socks and at this point, I don’t think I saw them. She looked at me as if gauging me. She said authoritatively “get up and pull off those pants Richard.” I was shocked and stunned I did not understand what she said. I just sat there looking at the eighth wonder of the world. She repeated again “I said get up and pull those pant Richie.” I was back to reality now. I could not stand up because I know if I stand, my excretion will be obvious. The embracement of having something poke out of my trouser made me seat tight into that sofa. She walked up to me and pulled me by my collar again. I stood up and our bodies touched. I could feel a crazy itch where our bodies touch. Looking up at me, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trouser. She removed her hands from my collar and knelt down in front of me. I closed my eyes expecting the worst to happen. She pulled my trouser and boxers short down together. My erection sprang up and because her face was really near it, it hit her. I squeezed my face in embarrassment and disappointment this thing was giving me. She seemed shocked as she saw and felt it slap her face. “Whoa! You are so big!” she said. She touched it gently as if afraid of it. She bent her head down and touched my testiscules. It seems it was also her first time of having to do this too. But she was so bold and did everything she did like it was normal.  She saw a little creamy liquid on the tip on my cock and she touched it. She rubbed it between her fingers. It was sticky and she said “is this what impregnates women?” I did not know the answer to her question so I just looked on. I was lost in what was going on I am sure I couldn’t think. “Wait here, my brothers have condoms in their rooms let me go and get one. And you, make sure you are undressed by the time I get back here” she said as she left in search for a condom. As she disappeared around a corner, I felt released from a spell. I released a deep breath I did not know I was holding. I looked down to my erect cock as if to scold it for not being obedient. I heard a door close and I hurried out of my trouser. I pulled my shirt and singlet in a swing over my head. By the time she appeared, I was gallantly naked. She walked over and showing me the condom she found. “Let me wear it for you, you know you must wear it properly shey?” she said without looking up. I wondered if there was actually a right way to wear a condom. I did not offer any answer and like I suspected she was not looking for one too. She stood up and said “follow me.” She held my hand leading me on. We entered a room which I suspected was hers. It was finely decorated and clean which could only be a girls doing. I swallowed a hard lump in my throat and admitted “I don’t know how to do it Reg. I have not done this before; I was just bluffing when I said what I said.” I lowered my eyes to the floor curling my toes. She said “don’t worry, I have seen my brothers do it a lot and by the way I have seen how they do it in porn. And don’t tell me you have not seen it too.” In my mind, I shook my head and said “spoilt shild.” “Come here Richie” she said taking my hands to her breast. She placed my hand on her breast and watched me. She felt soft and firm. Gently squeezing both of them, she moved closer and our bodies touched. She grinded her flat tommy against my hairy stomach, I could feel my erection get stronger. She brought her face to mine and softly planted a kiss on my lip. In all honesty, I felt I was going to melt away. I took her lips in mine and responded to the desire that was burning in me.  She led me to her bed and fell into it taking me with her. Our naked bodies cringed and moulded into one. We disengaged and I knelt on the bed in-between her opened legs. I looked to her face for assurance of what I was about to do. I bent holding my cock in my hand as if wanting to insert it in her and she placed her legs on my shoulder. At that very moment I became confused and I rested my hands on the bed bent. She moved into me and held to her entrance. “I have heard it is quiet painful at first so go gently Rich” she said. I nodded in approval and she held me to her entrance. “Have you gotten where you will put it?” she asked leaving me at her entrance. I nodded and positioned there. “Should I go in now?” I asked her. She took in a deep breath and nodded her head in agreement. I pushed in a little and I felt a restrain from going in. I increased my push and I felt it give way slowly cycling my dick I entered. She grunted and bit her bottom lip as I made my way. She held on tightly to her beddings as if to gain support from it. I entered into her fully and stayed like that hoping her wall would adjust to my size. Being inside her felt warm and she held tightly around me. I looked down to her breast and I felt like placing my mouth on her erect nipples. The beauty of those perfections drove me to her edge. Noticing the pain her face exhibited is significantly down, I pulled back just so my head was in and pushed back. Slowly I stated to thrust into her and her expression started to change. I pushed in slowly surging and withdrawing at the same pace. I looked to her face to see if she was enjoying it, noticing her pleasure I started to pick pace. She was now pushing to me as I pushed into her. I started moving in hard and fast into her and I felt something build up at the pit of my stomach. I was nearing my climax and started becoming vigorous pushing in faster and faster. I went in faster and faster and within seconds I felt something rupture the whole of my body. I felt myself climb seven mountains and swim seven seas. I got to the seventh heaven and thunderously fell back into her chest. At his moment if I were asked where I will like to die and be buried, I would gladly say between this girl’s thighs. I have seen and tasted heaven today. My very special day!

I glanced through my write-up proof reading and sighed with approval. I checked the time on my watch and I was having three minutes left. I was happy with myself and decided to proof read again. Mrs. Briggs stood up and shouted “one minutes more!” I quickly skimmed through and I was at the last paragraph when she said “I will only count to ten. Nine, eight, seven…” I dropped my sheet in front of her where we were all submitting and sat comfortably into my sheet. As I sat, the only thing that came to my mind was “Richard what have you done?” I panicked a little but kept my mind to rest by telling myself “I did a good job. She should appreciate the talent.”

Two weeks had passed and everything went nice. I had even forgotten about the essay, I think everyone did. It was a fine Tuesday morning and we were all waiting for our English teacher Mrs. Briggs. Today was quiet unusual as Mrs. Briggs is not usually late. She loved her class and often times she is early. About fifteen minutes into the class, Mrs. Briggs appeared with the school’s Principal, Vice-principal and some two other important teachers. Instantly, I knew I was in trouble. I felt my bladder filling itself up, that crazy urge to jump out of my seat and go to toilet overtook me. I knew if I dare stand to go to the johns that will begin a series of embarrassment I will love to avoid. Mrs. Briggs took special care not to look at me. I have often known she liked me even though I was not among the best but today, her intentional avoidance gave her away. The Principal had sat at our class teacher’s table and was looking about. The remaining accomplices did not stir my interest what so ever so I just neglected them. Standing in front of the class, Mrs. Briggs said “I have marked you essay and I will be giving you your script. So Mark, Tom… she went on and on. At each call I will anticipate to be the next and yet again I won’t be. As the wad of sheets leaned, I started to understand the mission of the Principal and her entourage. The person with the highest score as not been praised, and those lower have not been questioned. I knew for sure I was in damn trouble. She had called out the entire names except mine. I was pale already as I needed not ask why I have not been called. The Principal stood up and said “who is Richard Clover?” everywhere was silent as if the whole knew of my atrocities. She said again this time a little screaming “who is Richard in this class? It seems you all want to be flogged this morning.” I raised my hand and indicated I was Richard. “So you just sat there and didn’t answer me?” She said. I looked down avoiding her eyes and any trouble she was cooking for me. “Ok then come out and explain what you wrote in your essay.” I came out and faced the class. I was numb. I did not know what to say. I just looked on and the whole class looked back anxious to know what I had written to upset the whole school. “Ehm, we were asked to write about the most special day in our lives and since I did not have a special day, I cooked up a story and wrote” I said. “Do not lie to us Richard but then what did you now write about?” the Principal further probed. There was a long pause before I said “I wrote about the first time a boy and a girl were together.” As I looked at my class mates, I was sure more than half of them did not understand. The Principal came forward and elaborated more on what I said saying “he wrote a sex story as an essay. This is why we have advised your parents not to allow you use phones. Can you all see the effect? Well he will be dealt with and used as example to the whole school.” As she talked, I felt the class turn upside down. I staggered and maintained my balance as she furthered said “the formal head-boy and head-girl should follow me. The class captain too.” She was notified by Mrs. Briggs that the head was also the class captain. She nodded her head as she walked out of the class. I sulked on my lower lip and thought “I am dead.”

As Mrs. Briggs entered our classroom which was unusually silent today, her beautiful black heels made resounding “ko ko ko” sound. We are stood in unionism and greeted “good morning mam. You are welcome to SS3 science. May God bless and enrich you mam. Amen.” She asked us to take our seat and with her brightest smile she said “today is a special day.” We all looked amused and wondered what was so special about today. After all, there is no public holiday else we won’t be in school. She smiled again and said “well you are going to write an essay for me about a special day in your life. This class is for two periods, forty minutes per period right?” some shook their heads and other murmured. In all we all agreed with her and she continued saying “I will give you a demonstration by telling you about a special day in my life.” The whole class grew silent in anticipation of what she was going to say. “My own special day was the day I got wedded to my handsome and lovely husband.”  The whole class seemed to mutter “hm.” Her smile broadened from her cheeks to her eyes. It must have been a really great day for her. She was all smiles and was sure as hell proud of it. The girls leaned and whispered into the ears of each other. I am sure the trance of how Mr. Perfect will make his proposer had fallen on them. They all seemed to fall into the day dream of how Mr. Right will fall on one of his knee, bring out a small chest that has a golden or diamond ring in it. When he opens it, the glitters of the ring will blind everyone apart from they themselves who would have been too surprised to notice. A celestial stairs will roll down from heaven and angels will descend flapping their big mighty white wings around them. A beautiful ray of light will shine from above fellowshipping with them as this bundle of joy hits them. A choir of trumpeters will come out of nowhere blowing and dancing around them. They will melt like cheese on heat. With Mrs. Briggs smile and confidence, anyone girlishly inclined will be swayed into thinking just like that. “Silence!” she screamed before continuing. “On the day I was wedded, the sun shone very brightly and believe me it was the best day of my life. The gown I wore on that very day was a white lacey wedding gown. That wedding gown had been in the family for three generations. My grandmother had worn it on her wedding likewise my mother before it was passed on to me. The beautiful white gown had flowery patterns and was adorned with pear. It was so beautiful when I wore it I could literally feel myself shine. I walked on clouds with my shoulders high up. We went to the registry, our relatives with my husband and I signed the dotted lines. We were man and wife before the law.” At this expression, she smiled more and I could not help think just maybe something was wrong with her. She continued, saying “after this we went to the church. Really I was so happy I barely knew what was going on. The next thing I could remember was the whole church standing up to honour me and the choir playing ‘here comes the bride.’ I was so emotionally filed that tears slipped from my eyes. My father who held my hand came closer to me and hugged me telling me that it was alright. I shook my head against his chest in agreement and we started to move slowly to the aisle. At the aisle my husband to be stood all smiles, I could tell he was the happiest man as I the happiest woman on earth. We said our vows and the priest said ‘you may kiss the bride.’ I felt rooted as my husband leaned into my and kissed me.” At this, I could see one or two girls who were cleaning the corner of their eyes. The boys muttered “hm” in a deep strong way that seemed to register that they were enjoying and loving her narrative. She smiled some more and she continued to tell her narrative. “It was the loveliest day in my life, very special day. The whole church thing finished and we headed the hall rented for the proper ceremony. Everyone danced, eat and made merriment until dusk. The ceremony was the talk of the town for many months.” Waking us rudely from the beauty of her story she said “now you have heard about my special day. I want you to write about your own special day. Make it enjoyable as you have enjoyed mine. Now tear out a middle sheet and write. We have used twenty minutes discussing and I have given you an insight as to how and what to write. You are to use the remaining one hour to write your story so now start. Those of you with small handwriting, better increase it a little to medium. And those of you with ugly big handwriting, Richard God will help you. Amen.” I looked at her with my jaw agape surprised she saw only my name fit to mention. My hand writing was not the worst in this class and yet I am the only one she saw. I tore out a sheet of paper and wrote all my needed particulars of me on it. I rationed out the time I was going to spend on each stage of my write up. The first fifteen minutes will be for thinking and getting my points, forty will be for writing and the remaining five for proof reading my works.

Mrs. Briggs went and sat at our class teacher’s table which was in front of us. She brought out her phone flipping it doing whatever she was doing. I sat back comfortably into my seat and started to think. My thought went wild on various topics. Almost everybody was writing now and I was clueless on what special day to write. At some point I thought maybe I should write about my naming ceremony. My mother had said it was also the talk of the town. My naming had taken place in three cities and I was given almost fifteen to twenty names. Being the first child in the family, I could understand the need for much celebration. My mom said they (she and her husband, my father) had celebrated it here and my both grandparents celebrated it too where they were. It was tempting to write but I know if I dare to writ such thing, I would be the talk of the whole school. And that will be after I have been flogged in front of my classmate for write such ridicule. Having spent almost eight minute’s think of what to write, I glanced up at Mrs. Briggs who was now far misplaced into her phone. Seeing Mrs. Briggs, I seemed to recognize something fishy about her. Her attention was too focused on her phone and the way her sharp intake of breath seemed. She seemed to force down a lump in her throat. I looked down under the table; her skirt was properly tucked between her thighs and her left foot over the right. I noticed she tightened her legs together. I smiled as my thought ran wild. I am sure her toes were curled in those pretty heels. She must be watching porn or reading something close to that on that phone. She damn too serious and with the way she seems, she must be wet as fuck. Suddenly, I got what I was going to write about. The day the head-girl and i who is also our class captain sexed each other. Her name is Andrews Ireti. We often call her Retie but for the purpose of my essay, I will call her Regina. I knew I had to change some fact so as to protect her and possibly myself. Funny things could happen and I don’t want it bouncing on any of the both of us. I smiled and my story went does:

BAD DAY TURN SPECIAL.

            Pa! Was the resounding slap made me fall me off my bed. “What are you still doing in bed you lazy boy? Won’t you prepare for school?” my mother said seeming to boil in anger. I wondered who the devil had made her angry. I was so annoyed she had rudely awoken me from a good sleep. I stood up to go prepare for school. I obviously won’t greet her this morning. Suddenly pointing at my boxers she screamed “Richie, what have you been dreaming of ehn? What is that? Hm, oniranu, onishekushe (nonsense boy, rubbish doer (trying to downplay fornicator.)” With my hand on my cheek, I walked past her to my bathroom. I removed my boxers short and washed it before spreading it on the side hanger in the bathroom. I had my bath and did all the cleaning on I needed to be done in no time and dashed out of bathroom. I was going to be really late for school and that won’t be good. Although I was in senior secondary school two (SS2) and we were the ones being appointed as prefect, it will be embarrassing to get late to school. I jumped into my school uniform and went to the parlor. My money for the day had been left on the table for me. I took my money and headed straight to school.

I could hear the rolls of drums and the loud choruses of my school’s assemble miles away. I hastened up my step so I could catch up. Personally, I hate been late and missing the school’s assembly. I walked into the gate of my school and made my way to go to the assembly. The assembly ground was a little hidden away by two buildings. The head girl was supervising some junior late comers in picking and weeding the surrounding of the school. She dismissed them on seeing me and told me to come. I stood rooted with surprise that she could call me. Being in a foul mood I thought to myself ‘who the hell does she think she is? What even gave her the effrontery to call me?’ I ignored her and kept on with my walk before she shouted “wait now!” I stood and watched as she came closer to me. The next thing she would ask me was “why are you late Rich?” I took a step back as if dazed by her question. She seemed to want to play with the devil this morning. I answered “I don’t answer to you so don’t bother trying to exact one stupid authority on me.” She seemed taken aback by my outburst and replied “what is doing you sef? You think you are a fine boy abi? Well let me burst your head pretty boy, I have seen better ones.” My head seemed to light up in fireworks as I heard what she said. I replied saying “look because you were the first to bloom in our class does not make you the queen. Yes you are beautiful and endowed, I have even heard some boys call you complete package but you know what? You are not even it. You are just a merely glorified girl. What is it you think you are carrying sef? What do you have that I have not seen before? I have seen and touched better package. If you are to go naked sef, go nude totally I am sure you won’t stir me.” I walked away and made to go to the assembly before I suddenly turned back to her. Pointing her way, I said “I assure you I have seen better once.”

I joined the assembly standing last in the line of senior secondary school 2 (SS2). I folded my arms and waited for it to finish so I could get to my class and finish this day off as soon as possible. The assembly finished and we all went into our respective classes. The classes went as usual being slow and boring. I made no contribution in class and I sat on my own slowly watching the time fade out. The bell was wrung for long break and I went out to get what to eat, I was starving. I got what I wanted to eat and eat. I joined from few friends and mingled a little. This helped boost my mood as I cheered up and played a little. I left them and came back into the class. I sat down and watched what the time says. It remained a minute more for the break to finish so I made myself useful by arranging my rough desk. Classes started again and with a long face I started to count down to the closing time. This time though, I started contributing throwing in small jokes at every opportunity I had. I laughed when everyone laughed and made small jokes when everyone was down. The second to the last period just finished and I was waiting in agony for the last one too should just roll by. We were waiting for the next teacher to come in and take his last class when Regina came to my seat and said “follow me now. And take your bag when you are coming.” She left afterwards without looking back to see if I even complied with her instruction. I was amazed at the girls’ confidence. I did not want answer at first but I felt guilty for what I said to her earlier and so I stood up and picked my bag to follow.  She was way out of the SS3 building before I caught up with her. She stopped a little for me to catch up and when I finally did, she continued walking as if leading me somewhere. For a moment I thought just maybe she was leading me to where a gang of whoever was going to give me the beating of my life for what I did o her. I dismissed the thought and kept following. None of us offered any word to each other as we walked on. She led me to a low part of the school’s fence and crossed over. I paused wondering what this girl was up too. She jumped over the low fence and bent to pick something up. She bent and picked up her schoolbag. I had a feeling she had dropped it there during the long break. I jumped after her and she continued leading the way. We passed through so many shortcuts some of which I am well familiar with. I just know within myself that if something were to happen I will surely find my escape route. Somehow we made it to a house with very high fence; the gate of the fence was padlocked. Regina removed her bag from her back and brought out a bunch of key and opened the big padlock that closed the gate. She entered and motioned for me to enter which I grudging did. Once inside I said “where are we and what on earth are we doing here?” she replied “this is my house.” I had not even thought to that angle that she would bring me to her home. I asked “is no one around?”   She replied sarcastically saying “oh yes, everybody is at home. Didn’t you see I just opened the gate? My parents are not around and my brothers have gone to work.” Hearing “my brothers” gave me a silly chill. We all know how big brothers in this part of the world are. If they hear not to talk of see any boy trying to parole their junior sister, they would beat the hell out of that boy. Funny enough these big brothers are the one who will be causing havoc to other people’s sisters and daughters. Those crazy and overprotective big brothers, i hate them. She went into the house and opened the front door and entered. I followed her and was quiet amazed at her house. I guess having so many working classes in a family could make the family rich. While I was still turning around and feeding my eyes, she pulled me by my collar and roughly shoved me to a sofa. The bag at my back ensured my soft landing. I was very surprised by her action. I looked up to her face to question why she did that before she said “you said if I go all nude I won’t stir you shey? You silly boy, let me show you I won’t only stir you, I will shake you up from your roots.” She was saying did not seem to make any sense to me. I sat there looking misplaced like a pin that can never be found. She dropped her bag on the floor and kicked her sandals away. She pulled off her cardigan over her head and I felt my dick twitch. I sat up inside the sofa so I could hold my dick which was starting stiffen up between my thighs. “You said I won’t stir you right?” she seemed to be asking and really as I am, I am in no position to answer any question. The thought of what she was planning to do already started stirring up the hormones in me. She started to unbutton her lemon shirt up. I saw a flash of her skin beneath the shirt and I got stiffer. The removed the shirt to reveal a nice looking white and black poker bra. She pulled her deep green skirt down and matched out of it. She wore a beautiful cottoned pink pant. Sitting down and watching her strip made my heart beat wild, if she was watching I am sure she would see it through my shirt. I was scared as shit and was turned on as hell. I could feel the heat rise up from the pit of my belly into my mouth. My dick was as hard as a rock and was violently trying to pull my thighs apart. I am sure I must have been so pale it would have been obvious. I had never seen a girl naked in my life and here she was doing it like it was normal.  She came closer to me and said “common Richard, there is so much more.” I swallowed the large lump that had grown in my throat. She placed her kneel between my laps so I part my legs so she could rest her kneel on the sofa. Her hands went to her back and she unclasped her bra and pulled it off revealing the most beautiful fairies I have ever seen. Her dark nipples pointed out like eyes surprised to be seeing me just like I was seeing them. If you could see me, you will know ii was fucking scared I was expecting the world would collapse on my head. “You want to touch them don’t you? But not quiet, the show is just about to start. She stood up and pulled her pants down. She was almost totally naked except for her socks and at this point, I don’t think I saw them. She looked at me as if gauging me. She said authoritatively “get up and pull off those pants Richard.” I was shocked and stunned I did not understand what she said. I just sat there looking at the eighth wonder of the world. She repeated again “I said get up and pull those pant Richie.” I was back to reality now. I could not stand up because I know if I stand, my excretion will be obvious. The embracement of having something poke out of my trouser made me seat tight into that sofa. She walked up to me and pulled me by my collar again. I stood up and our bodies touched. I could feel a crazy itch where our bodies touch. Looking up at me, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trouser. She removed her hands from my collar and knelt down in front of me. I closed my eyes expecting the worst to happen. She pulled my trouser and boxers short down together. My erection sprang up and because her face was really near it, it hit her. I squeezed my face in embarrassment and disappointment this thing was giving me. She seemed shocked as she saw and felt it slap her face. “Whoa! You are so big!” she said. She touched it gently as if afraid of it. She bent her head down and touched my testiscules. It seems it was also her first time of having to do this too. But she was so bold and did everything she did like it was normal.  She saw a little creamy liquid on the tip on my cock and she touched it. She rubbed it between her fingers. It was sticky and she said “is this what impregnates women?” I did not know the answer to her question so I just looked on. I was lost in what was going on I am sure I couldn’t think. “Wait here, my brothers have condoms in their rooms let me go and get one. And you, make sure you are undressed by the time I get back here” she said as she left in search for a condom. As she disappeared around a corner, I felt released from a spell. I released a deep breath I did not know I was holding. I looked down to my erect cock as if to scold it for not being obedient. I heard a door close and I hurried out of my trouser. I pulled my shirt and singlet in a swing over my head. By the time she appeared, I was gallantly naked. She walked over and showing me the condom she found. “Let me wear it for you, you know you must wear it properly shey?” she said without looking up. I wondered if there was actually a right way to wear a condom. I did not offer any answer and like I suspected she was not looking for one too. She stood up and said “follow me.” She held my hand leading me on. We entered a room which I suspected was hers. It was finely decorated and clean which could only be a girls doing. I swallowed a hard lump in my throat and admitted “I don’t know how to do it Reg. I have not done this before; I was just bluffing when I said what I said.” I lowered my eyes to the floor curling my toes. She said “don’t worry, I have seen my brothers do it a lot and by the way I have seen how they do it in porn. And don’t tell me you have not seen it too.” In my mind, I shook my head and said “spoilt shild.” “Come here Richie” she said taking my hands to her breast. She placed my hand on her breast and watched me. She felt soft and firm. Gently squeezing both of them, she moved closer and our bodies touched. She grinded her flat tommy against my hairy stomach, I could feel my erection get stronger. She brought her face to mine and softly planted a kiss on my lip. In all honesty, I felt I was going to melt away. I took her lips in mine and responded to the desire that was burning in me.  She led me to her bed and fell into it taking me with her. Our naked bodies cringed and moulded into one. We disengaged and I knelt on the bed in-between her opened legs. I looked to her face for assurance of what I was about to do. I bent holding my cock in my hand as if wanting to insert it in her and she placed her legs on my shoulder. At that very moment I became confused and I rested my hands on the bed bent. She moved into me and held to her entrance. “I have heard it is quiet painful at first so go gently Rich” she said. I nodded in approval and she held me to her entrance. “Have you gotten where you will put it?” she asked leaving me at her entrance. I nodded and positioned there. “Should I go in now?” I asked her. She took in a deep breath and nodded her head in agreement. I pushed in a little and I felt a restrain from going in. I increased my push and I felt it give way slowly cycling my dick I entered. She grunted and bit her bottom lip as I made my way. She held on tightly to her beddings as if to gain support from it. I entered into her fully and stayed like that hoping her wall would adjust to my size. Being inside her felt warm and she held tightly around me. I looked down to her breast and I felt like placing my mouth on her erect nipples. The beauty of those perfections drove me to her edge. Noticing the pain her face exhibited is significantly down, I pulled back just so my head was in and pushed back. Slowly I stated to thrust into her and her expression started to change. I pushed in slowly surging and withdrawing at the same pace. I looked to her face to see if she was enjoying it, noticing her pleasure I started to pick pace. She was now pushing to me as I pushed into her. I started moving in hard and fast into her and I felt something build up at the pit of my stomach. I was nearing my climax and started becoming vigorous pushing in faster and faster. I went in faster and faster and within seconds I felt something rupture the whole of my body. I felt myself climb seven mountains and swim seven seas. I got to the seventh heaven and thunderously fell back into her chest. At his moment if I were asked where I will like to die and be buried, I would gladly say between this girl’s thighs. I have seen and tasted heaven today. My very special day!

I glanced through my write-up proof reading and sighed with approval. I checked the time on my watch and I was having three minutes left. I was happy with myself and decided to proof read again. Mrs. Briggs stood up and shouted “one minutes more!” I quickly skimmed through and I was at the last paragraph when she said “I will only count to ten. Nine, eight, seven…” I dropped my sheet in front of her where we were all submitting and sat comfortably into my sheet. As I sat, the only thing that came to my mind was “Richard what have you done?” I panicked a little but kept my mind to rest by telling myself “I did a good job. She should appreciate the talent.”

Two weeks had passed and everything went nice. I had even forgotten about the essay, I think everyone did. It was a fine Tuesday morning and we were all waiting for our English teacher Mrs. Briggs. Today was quiet unusual as Mrs. Briggs is not usually late. She loved her class and often times she is early. About fifteen minutes into the class, Mrs. Briggs appeared with the school’s Principal, Vice-principal and some two other important teachers. Instantly, I knew I was in trouble. I felt my bladder filling itself up, that crazy urge to jump out of my seat and go to toilet overtook me. I knew if I dare stand to go to the johns that will begin a series of embarrassment I will love to avoid. Mrs. Briggs took special care not to look at me. I have often known she liked me even though I was not among the best but today, her intentional avoidance gave her away. The Principal had sat at our class teacher’s table and was looking about. The remaining accomplices did not stir my interest what so ever so I just neglected them. Standing in front of the class, Mrs. Briggs said “I have marked you essay and I will be giving you your script. So Mark, Tom… she went on and on. At each call I will anticipate to be the next and yet again I won’t be. As the wad of sheets leaned, I started to understand the mission of the Principal and her entourage. The person with the highest score as not been praised, and those lower have not been questioned. I knew for sure I was in damn trouble. She had called out the entire names except mine. I was pale already as I needed not ask why I have not been called. The Principal stood up and said “who is Richard Clover?” everywhere was silent as if the whole knew of my atrocities. She said again this time a little screaming “who is Richard in this class? It seems you all want to be flogged this morning.” I raised my hand and indicated I was Richard. “So you just sat there and didn’t answer me?” She said. I looked down avoiding her eyes and any trouble she was cooking for me. “Ok then come out and explain what you wrote in your essay.” I came out and faced the class. I was numb. I did not know what to say. I just looked on and the whole class looked back anxious to know what I had written to upset the whole school. “Ehm, we were asked to write about the most special day in our lives and since I did not have a special day, I cooked up a story and wrote” I said. “Do not lie to us Richard but then what did you now write about?” the Principal further probed. There was a long pause before I said “I wrote about the first time a boy and a girl were together.” As I looked at my class mates, I was sure more than half of them did not understand. The Principal came forward and elaborated more on what I said saying “he wrote a sex story as an essay. This is why we have advised your parents not to allow you use phones. Can you all see the effect? Well he will be dealt with and used as example to the whole school.” As she talked, I felt the class turn upside down. I staggered and maintained my balance as she furthered said “the formal head-boy and head-girl should follow me. The class captain too.” She was notified by Mrs. Briggs that the head was also the class captain. She nodded her head as she walked out of the class. I sulked on my lower lip and thought “I am dead.”

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I am Teriba Nimota Ideraoluwa, I was born in Ogun state, into a family of eight, I'm the second child of the family and the first female child. Anike is a name my mum calls me whenever I'm sad , Anike is my Oriki (praise name). continue here...