It was the night of my twentieth birthday and the others had dispersed like excited bees from their hive after having given me the best birthday party ever. We had drank and danced and laughed and played games. Dirty games. Losers were made to drink shots of dry alcohol. It was a hell of a night and I was still trying to regain control of my drunken self after having had too many shots of Mcdowells as a penalty for each round I lost. The perfectly air-conditioned room at Zanzi-bar was enough to ease neither my headache nor the rising fever.
Ngozi finally came out. She tied a towel instead of her clothes. She did actually looked really sexy in it. I shook off the thought and was about to tell her to get serious and put on her things when Chineye came out wearing only panties.
It was a hell of a night and I was still trying to regain control of my drunken self after having had too many shots of Mcdowells as a penalty for each round I lost. The perfectly air-conditioned room at Zanzi-bar was enough to ease neither my headache nor the rising fever. Ngozi and Chineye were still around when I woke, clearing the cobwebs from my eyes. Such good friends, I had silently said to myself. They were watching an Italian soap opera when they both turned to the groaning sound I made trying to get up. I had asked what happened and Chineye told me I passed out after my sixth shot when I couldn’t tell which of my friends I was crushing on. Such a weak head, Ngozi had teasingly added. Ngozi had later advised I freshened up so the alcohol could wear off faster, which I did and it actually worked.
Ngozi and Chineye were still around when I awoke, clearing the cobwebs from my eyes. Such good friends, I had silently said to myself. They were watching an Italian soap opera when they both turned to the groaning sound I made trying to get up. I had asked what happened and Chineye told me I passed out after my sixth shot when I couldn’t tell which of my friends I was crushing on. Such a weak head, Ngozi had teasingly added. Ngozi had later advised I freshened up so the alcohol could wear off faster, which I did and it actually worked.
I prepared my bag and waited for them so we could leave together as time wasn’t on our side any longer. They had gone into the bathroom together to save time and kept giggling to themselves all that time. Useless girls, I said to myself wondering what could have been so funny in there.
Ngozi finally came out. She tied a towel instead of her clothes. She did actually looked really sexy in it. I shook off the thought and was about to tell her to get serious and put on her things when Chineye came out wearing only panties.
Okay!… What is going on? Who are these people? What have they done with my friends? Were the questions that lingered in my head. My jaw fell, long enough I could feel a drool forming. In my confused state, I managed to let some word out.
“Guys it’s late. Let’s go home please,”
were even as dumb as the most reasonable thing I could say at that point. My body had craved for this but not like this; had dreamed of this but not with them. I had wished the reality of the moment wasn’t as clear and that I was having an awfully sweet dream. For starters, there were my friends so I had no reason to be afraid. This could probably be a prank for I knew my friends were sometimes as crazy.
Ngozi dropped her towel and I knew from that moment how serious it had all become. My body had waged an internal war. The outcome, leaving me nailed like Jesus. Blood ran as fast, filling each vein and clouding my senses. My poor manhood having no option did what it knew best. I tried to speak but all that could come out were gibberish mumblings. I tried each time to avoid looking but my eyes had stray innocently like misguided sheep.
It only took me a minute to realize how fast girls can pull off a belted trouser, I simultaneously realized struggling was only a cover up exercise. How well my body had prepared for this. How powerless I was against two seemingly small girls. How one by one they came upon me. How I easily I had cum. In less than ten minutes Ngozi and Chineye had taken my innocence. I laid silently, worn out not knowing what to say as all I could hear was their mocking laughter.
I am Aj Oti (Joseph Oti). I’m a Writer from Cross River State Nigeria. A final year student of University of Calabar, microbiology department. I’m still unpublished, although I major in poetry, I have written different stories of different lengths, ranging from fiction to non-fiction.
