I’m watching a movie called The First time and it’s a lovely sappy movie.
Found lines I love and I thought I’d share
“All I want, like in the world, is to just keep talking to you
I want to know how your day was
Where you wanna eat
I wanna argue with you
I want to hear all your theories
Even the ones that are just completely wrong
And I know it’s not that simple,
But I just think, no, I really believe that if you would just be willing to continue having this conversation with me
Then, we can figure the rest out”
-The First Time
The title and the movie got me thinking of a flash fiction piece I wrote. It was meant to be for some competition but I never turned it in.
It was to write a story of 500 words or less with the title “The First Time”. The story I wrote was completely cliche R18(so not my style), and not my best work but I wrote it in under an hour is my excuse. So….. well, here it is.
The First Time.
My misanthropic sister rolls her eyes as I hug her- for her, being away for two weeks isn’t enough reason for hugging.
“Don’t mind her. Welcome, baby”
I inhale, as my boyfriend Nnamdi hugs me. He smells of expensive perfume that he uses too much of.
“Ehen, where are the weaves you bought for us?”
I point to my carry-on as Nnamdi drives out of the airport carpark. I wind down, look outside and close my eyes.
Surreal memories of her giving me head as her boyfriend watched come to my mind…
My bestfriend and I met them on Jumeirah beach
“That’s too cool oh, I’ll try it” I said, watching them jet ski.
“Ahh. My parents did not finish paying Igbenidion school fees for me to drown” I laughed.
Though Feyi is a wild one, boys and alcohol were more her poison.
My eyes must really call people as my boyfriend says, because soon as Nana and Josh came ashore, she made introductions.
“Wanna ride?”
“Yes! Sure”
We all ended up riding. Lots of fun and Instagram pictures later, it was the best day of the trip.
Tomorrow, I was back to Abuja and Feyi to London to meet her family.
Nana and Josh invited us for drinks at their suite, but I went alone because Feyi found some “local spice” she wanted to try out.
Several drinks later, we were having fun. I expected it to be awkward, third wheeling but they were those people that all you needed to have fun with them was be present.
I don’t remember when she started to kiss me- I had too much to drink- but I liked it.
“It’s okay”, she whispered when I stopped.
What was I doing? I’m not that worldly, I’ve only had sex twice in my life. With my “ugly boyfriend” in our “marriage relationship” as Feyi puts it. When he came to greet my parents after our graduation and said he’d pay for my trip, I decided it was time.
I moaned when Josh asked Nana to caress my breasts. I didn’t move away as she put my hand under her skirt. Instead, I pushed her panties aside and rubbed her clit. Josh never moved from the chair, he just rubbed himself and gave instructions.
I remembered laying naked, loving her mouth on my nipples… her fingers in my vagina… her tongue in me… how good it felt when I came… the only orgasm I’ve ever had.
I must have made a sound, because Nnamdi put his hand on my thigh and asked what I was thinking.
“Just tired…”
He would leave me if he knew. Nnamdi, with his successful business and his nice house and car, will soon ask me to marry him. It didn’t matter that he was short, small-minded and would probably never put his mouth on it.
I never told Feyi, and I’ll never see Nana and Josh again. So, if I never say it happened, it never happened.