…. this is the third part of a story that was started by Joel Nevender, and continued by Roland Niwagaba. 

There he was with his gu big nose, mean eyes that I had grown up hating, and his well-built fame body as if of a bouncer at one of those popular clubs in the city, holding my crush in a warm embrace in the picture.

Here I was spooning his gal – my gal, my crush! He is an asshole she had said, treating her so bad with all the love she was pouring at him – in her bed, this warm comfortable, soft bed. Ohh the things we could do in here….

‘Has he been in this her bed?’ my mind wondered. ‘Does he have a key to the house? What if he found us all spooned up and cuddling as we are now?’

‘No need to think about that, I am here and I am going to use this opportunity to fill my heart with the little pleasures I can gather from this moment,’ I thought on.

With such thoughts my member shot up and I started to feel my body warmth raising at a fast and furious speed. The idea of losing my virginity to this gal I have been crushing on for years, filled my mind, alongside fear thoughts of my brother finding us.

Turning from the spoon position we had laid in for now 30 minutes, I looked at the ceiling and continued to wonder why God was this mean to me this cold rainy Sunday. ‘Can’t a virgin, crushing and young lad like me have a break this day? Why can’t I just fulfill my body desire at this moment? Why are thoughts of the earlier church service popping up in my head at this moment?’

Out loud, I asked “so your boyfriend is Richard?”

She took some good minutes without replying, and I thought maybe she was fast asleep. But then came these almost angry and rude questions.

”How do you know his name? Have you been spying on me?”

I turned back to the spooning position, pulled her to me so she could feel how hard my member had become and how fast my heart was racing. Not sure why her question made my body react like that, but I know for sure I wanted her so badly and made sure she knew it.

“No my darling, I have not been spying on you. I know that gu nose on that person embracing you in that bedside picture of yours. He is my elder brother. That bully brother of mine that I have always told you about.” I whispered in her ear, while still making her know that I was hard for her.

She did not move an inch, stayed laying on her side. I was tempted to tail her face with kisses but I settled to using my fingers. I pushed away the braids that were hiding her beautiful eyes, and in them I saw desire.

I saw desire in my crush. In my brother the asshole’s girlfriend, I saw desire! The blood supply to my brain started to drop, and my member grew harder and harder the more I looked in her brown eyes – ‘I wish they were blue’.

Desire was over taking me at lightening speed, the blood supply to my mind was dropping relevantly to desire speed, my member was shooting through my boxes like a spear.

“Can I remove your dress?” I asked.

To be continued…

Patricia Kahill

is a Social Media, Content Creator and Marketer at Kahill Insights.
A Development Practitioner who has no self talent but is driven by curiosity and passion; in a nutshell she is a Multipotentialite. She believes in God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit which makes her a Christian.

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