The Virgin Street Girl
Episode 13 ??
Written by Frank The Writer
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I kept staring at my phone until it stopped ringing. I didn’t know what to tell her if I eventually pick up her call. Like I never expected her call. I had thought Lisa already thrashed me. When my phone rang the second time, I reluctantly swiped right and placed it on my ear.
“Hello, Jane, how are you?”
“I’m fine,” I answered.
“You don’t seem excited hearing my voice again.
Silence.
“I know you are still angry I blocked you. I’m sorry my darling. I’m sorry I overreacted. I’ll make it up to you. Trust me.”
I simply coughed and cleared my throat. She then continued when she didn’t get a response.
“How about we meet this weekend at that same venue? I will make you fall in love with Lisa, I’ll spoil you with goodies,” she boosted.
“I’m sorry, I can’t…”
“Why? Your work schedule or what? Don’t worry, I can talk to Kelvin on your behalf. Trust me, he will allow you.”
“No need for that. You don’t need to call him.”
“Oh! Jane, why are you being rude and stubborn? You don’t want to see Lisa again? Trust me this time around, you’ll be glad our path crossed.”
“I know but things have changed now.”
“How? What do you mean by things have changed?” she queried, raising her voice.
My eye suddenly caught Cyndy as she walked in through the door. I stylishly ended the call while Lisa was still blabbing.
“Who was that?” Cyndy queried.
“My mom,” I answered.
“No. That wasn’t your mom. I know when you talk to your mom and what the conversations sound like,” she turned and stared into my eyes.
I quickly averted my eyes while my heart pounded faster. Could it be that she now knows everything about me and the things I think within me? I was perplexed.
“Oh! Forgive me. That was a friend of mine. She was asking while I haven’t been coming to Jamb lesson again.” I lied again.
“Jane, if there’s one thing I h@ťě, then it’s lies. I don’t entertain lies and let this be the last time you tell me lies,” she commanded.
Silence.
“I’m not the harsh type but I detest lies. I mean, who do you want me to trust
you?”
I got more worried. It seemed Cyndy now knows everything I do which includes my thoughts and imagination.
“I’m sorry,” I stuttered. I had thought she would continue to query me but she didn’t. She simply walked out of my room. She walked straight to the sitting room.
Just when she left, my phone started ringing again, I quickly picked it up and pressed the volume button by the side, making the phone go mute. Oh! God. Lisa will simply implicate me in this house, I murmured.
I slumped tiredly on the bed as I lay on my back on the big and luxurious bed. Random thoughts filled my head and before I knew it, I was already in dreamland.
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The following day, I got into the bathroom to shower. I inhaled the hot air into my lungs and plunge into the water. There was a long and big bathroom tub that could contain two people in there. It was whitened that I could see myself on it. The bathroom itself was spacious enough to have five people inside it at the same time. I wondered why they wasted such space for just the bathroom.
I was feeling so weak, so I went into the bathroom tub and sat. I winced a little as the wound on my neck was exposed to water, yet I was reluctant to get out of the tub. I held my breath until I couldn’t hold in any longer. Tears trickled down my eyes realizing I was a fool for trusting Cyndy. I wished I could get out of the house and save myself from this segz slavery but I can’t let my mom and Chucks down. I already promised them a good life. I can’t withstand going broke again. Kelvin might not take me back. I really don’t want to let my family down by quitting at this point. I still need to collect our house rent from Cyndy.
I still have so many questions for Cyndy but I haven’t seen her since this morning.
“Why are you moody?” I heard her say from behind.
I got up surprised. Since when did Cyndy get into this bathroom? I quickly tried to cover up myself with a short white towel but it wasn’t long enough to cover my body, so I let down my long dark hair to cover my chest.
Cyndy stood there displaying her curvy naked body and small waist. She was looking hot and charming. Truth is, Cyndy was such a beauty. She got curves and a fine face too.
She smiled and within seconds she reappeared from behind blowing small air to my neck, making me shiver. She pulled my hands and I winced. She licked off the water from my arms and kissed me there.
“Shall we pick up from where we stopped yesterday?” she said, smiling sheepishly.
“No. We have had enough. I’m tired.” I closed my eyes and struggled to get out.
Cyndy was too strong. Even since the first night at the hotel, she had proven to be a strong girl. She held me back to the bathroom tub. She took my hair and bend my head backward, so I was meeting her lower half. When I noticed what she wanted to do, I begged her to stop but her smile just grew wider.
I closed my mouth and she took her other hand to pinch my nose. I h@ťěd her for doing that because I ran out of breath so I had to open my mouth to breathe and when I did, she kissed my lips and groaned in ecstasy.
She then gradually maneuver the dildo till it poked my @zz, giving me that pleasure pain. I wanted to get away but I was powerless. With one final th-ru_st, I tried to breathe well when she pulled it out, but my breath seemed faster than usual.
I crawled backward as she moved forward. She looked at me like a psychopathic creature, taking each step to get closer.
Eventually, I slipped from the watery tub and Cyndy took this opportunity and pulled me out and then put me down to the edge of it. I coughed severally from the water that was caught in my throat but Cyndy was very impatient, pulling me towards her while she was standing inside the big tub. She took one of my legs into the sky and over her shoulder. I panted.
“You are going to move more this time,” she winked.
“I don’t want it,” I complained.
She smiled and shoved it straight into my entrance and I arched my back from the pain. She didn’t even get me ready as if she didn’t want to waste any more time, she turned on the vibrator. I screamed at the unbearable pain. I wasn’t even wet enough. I tried getting out of the tub but Cyndy pushed me and said: “This is a new prototype, you will feel an intense amount of pain in there if the dildo doesn’t complete its job.
I groaned, but how am I supposed to move with a leg over her shoulder? What was she expecting from me with her smile plastered across her face?
“Help! Please, remove it,” I begged her. The dildo felt like it was slicing me up from the inside.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you. Help you or f_ck you?” she asked.
“f_ck me!” I yelled.
“With all pleasure my darling,” she smiled.
She began to th-ru_st filling me up with pleasure. I kept Mõ@ɲing out of my head and let my hand travel down to my ćƖĩťoris. I found myself enjoying the segz and started to clash with the dildo.
“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” Cyndy teased.
I muffled out my words. She didn’t like it, so she pinched my ćƖĩť, making me Mõ@ɲ out in pain. “Y—yes,” I answered.
She let out a smile satisfied at my answer, she puts down my leg. She got up from the bathroom tub and clashed her body with mine, Břě@šť to Břě@šť. Her Ɲīpplës were grinding on mine. I couldn’t help but Mõ@ɲ endlessly into her mouth as her tongue moved deeply into my throat, giving me an extreme amount of pleasure. She flipped us around and I sat upright.
“I want to see you dance,” she said. Her hands went up to my Ɲīpplës and caressed them. I Mõ@ɲed and decided to use big movements to help turn the pain into pleasure. One more sensational pinch, I exploded and Cyndy Com too.
I could feel her juices on my belly. I got off her lap and almost fell to the tiled floor. Cyndy was quick to get hold of me. When I thought she was going for more, she took me up into her arms and placed me inside the bathroom tub. She carefully cleaned my body like I was a baby doll.
She held me close to her as we walked out of the bathroom and straight to my room. There, she gave me a peck on my forehead and caressed my cheeks. She looked deeply into my eyes and for a moment, she looked kind, sweet, and caring and I found myself loving the sensation. But Cyndy came up with a question that threw me off balance.
“Who is Lisa?” she asked, smiling.
d@mn! How did she know about Lisa?
To be continued…
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