Between Her Thighs

I had read somewhere that between a woman's thighs was the genesis of man, some said a blossoming rose others said the gates to heaven. So when Bibi asked me to come over, I was overjoyed. Finally, I was going to experience this heaven. (Yes, I'm an unapologetic virgin).

I was in just boxers when her text came. We had been chatting seriously over a month now. She had made it clear she was a "bad" girl, the no-strings-attached type of girl. Clearly, she was no virgin, and from what I perceived from our sensual chats she was very experienced, the perverted type of experienced --- she once told me she'd ride me till my penis invaginated. Who says that? 

Well, no matter what happened today, I was going to get a piece of her heaven. I quickly dressed up in my skinny jeans and pulled on a large jersey. I sneaked into my big brother's room, checked under his bed and pulled a whole box of condoms. My brother was another bad boy too. And how I got to know where the condoms were? That's a story for another day. I tucked the box into my pocket, sneaked out of his room quietly, went into mine and surfed under my bed for a cool sneaker. But upon pulling out the sneakers, a thought popped up. It'll waste time trying to take off my sneakers before the action, so instead opted for some designer flip-flops. I combed my curly punk, sprayed some perfume on and rushed out. I live at Nungua and she's at Osu, but who cares it's gonna be worth it, I thought. 

Walking from my house to the junction was a cool kilometer, or is it a mile? Well, I don't know, but it takes 30 minutes if you've got sexy long legs like mine and are walking at a fast pace. There was no way I was boarding a taxi. The exercise will strengthen my thighs for the match. Just when I arrived at the junction, she called;

 "Hello". 

"Hello" I responded. I stopped walking. 

"Are you coming?" She asked with a husky voice. 

"Do you want me to?" I teased. 

"Fuck, yeah" she said.

"I'm horny" she added. 

I smiled mischievously. Instantly the area around my groin tightened. Thank goodness my jeans were tight and my jersey covered my flap, like there noorh I do yawa. So I quickly crossed the road to the bus stop. Luckily for me, the moment I got there an empty bus arrived with the mate shouting "Accra, Accra, Accra" so I hopped inside. A couple followed, then a pregnant woman. When no more passengers were coming, the bus took off. 

When the bus got to Teshie, my phone buzzed. I checked to see a message from her, only to open it to find a picture of her clean shaved vagina soaking wet. Aba temptation nso nyi? I was in a car for crying out loud what if the person sitting by me had seen it? Thinking about it, I wouldn't have cared, it's not their business. So I replied with the emoji which had it's tongue out😝😋 That was enough to communicate how much she was making me want her. 

In fact, at that very instant if I had her erhn, she'd have been sorry. Sorry, sorry? How was I going to make her feel that. Not sorry in the bad sense, but that kind of sorry where you get more than you bargained for and are totally impressed. My penis size was something I was more than comfortable with. Even my big brother the playboy couldn't compare and yet he made girls scream and squirm and squirt, so you can just imagine what mine could do. Yes I said I'm an unapologetic virgin, but that didn't mean I didn't watch porn or test my sexual stamina through masturbating. I remember one time I lasted a whole forty minutes, but let's face facts, the sensation derived from the pits of your palm and the sensation from raw tender flesh won't be the same. One has to be better, and for sure raw tender flesh was getting my vote. But I couldn't just start the game with pounding away, so I googled some foreplay techniques to blow her mind away, and as usual, Google didn't disappoint. I educated my self very well, even went as far as memorizing the steps in my mind. I was planning on giving her head. From all that I had read, that was one thing that drove all girls mad. It makes them behave as if they were undergoing some serious exorcism. That's the kind of effect I wanted her to get. I was going to exorcise the horniness out of her. 

After an hour long drive, during which Bibi unrelentingly sent me nudes upon nudes to whet my appetite, I finally arrived at her stop. Her house wasn't close to the street, I had to follow a straight route down, away from the street. It was an untarred road. From there, when I get to the kenkey boutique, I was to turn left and look for the finest building around. Her own words.

Upon following instructions, I got to the kenkey boutique and turned left. There were a few fine buildings, but there was this one that stood tall amongst them all. And it was very fine. I headed for that house. I knocked like twice on the door then it opened. There she was, Bibi --- soon to be mine, Bibi --- in extremely short shorts and soaked tank top. It seemed she had just come out of the shower, her short cropped hair was wet, and her tank top clung to her skin like a second skin. I could literally see hard nipples and the roundness of her breasts. They weren't disappointing. They were beautiful. 

I was shot out of my lustful reverie when she gripped my wrist, pulled me in and shut the gate. From the look of things, there was no one at home. She didn't let go of me, she dragged me all the way to her bedroom without saying a word, without looking at me. And when finally we entered her room, she slammed the door shut, turned the key, pushed me against the wall, and pounced on me. Her strong legs wrapping around my hips like a boa constrictor against prey. Those were legs with experience. It was by grace I didn't trip and fall. At that moment, I was grateful for all those mornings I went out to jog. 

The kissing was fierce, ferocious, it was like two beasts ripping each other's tongues out. It was as if she was sucking the life out of me. I was not going to let her dominate me. I stepped forward, one step, two steps, a few rushed steps then I dumped her on the bed. She literally purred. I peeled my jersey off showing her my four packs and belly dimples, she followed suit also peeling off her tank top. I fell on her, and the kissing continued. But this time, I was in charge. I controlled the pace and all, but still it was ferocious. After continuous hours (they were just a few minutes) of kneading and sucking her breasts, tickling her, and kissing her till her lips got swollen, (mine too was), she asked me to undress her fully. Unbuttoning and pulling her shorts down was so easy. Then she spread her thighs, for some odd reason I thought she had mistakenly farted in the heat of things, so didn't mind. After all, it's a natural body process. And mind you at this point her vagina was literally leaking, like a broken tap. I repositioned my self and continued kissing her, at this time she was gripping the hard bulge in my trousers like her life depended on it. 

As part of my foreplay, and a trick my brother taught me to test the waters, I slipped a finger inside her, then two. She started gyrating her hips, enjoying it, moaning out loud, my fingers rode her to her very first orgasm. But for some odd reason I was still smelling something foul, and the scent was getting stronger in the room. It was nauseating. The scent was coming from under her, between her thighs. Then she said in a very husky voice, "lick me". I swallowed.

Slowly, I traced my way with kisses down down down and just when I was above her Venus mound. I stopped. I pulled out my fingers, sniffed them lightly and I nearly threw up. In fact, I did, but it didn't come out, I caught it in my mouth. I rushed to her bathroom and emptied my guts there. I heard her calling from the room, "Are you okay?" I slammed the door shut and responded, "Yeah, will be right back". There was no way I was going back to THAT. 

My fingers were so sticky and smelly. They smelled like rotten sardines and something else. No matter how many times I washed and scrubbed and perfumed my fingers, the smell wouldn't leave. The painful thing too was that I had mistakenly used my right hand. After washing, washing to no avail, I gave up. Concocted a story and went out to meet her. She was under the sheets now, playing with herself. Couldn't she smell it? I wondered.  I told her I was sick and wanted to leave immediately. Then she said no. See me see trouble. No matter what I tried, what I said, her answer was still no. She said she didn't understand why I would take her all the way up and leave her hanging and dry. I literally fought my way out of her room, in the end I left my jersey. 

I didn't stop when I got out. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me and just as my good Lord would have it, a bus to Nungua was loading passengers. I jumped inside. Throughout the ride, the person sitting by me kept on asking what was smelling like rotten fish in the car. Ghanaian passengers never mind their business. So to ask anyone who has read to this point, do all vaginas smell like that? 

Since then, I've stayed clear of all bad girls, I blocked Bibi's number immediately. And I'm beginning to doubt the gates to heaven is between a woman's thighs, more so, Bibi's. For between some women's thighs  are things you wouldn't want to smell.

This post was first published on December 28, 2017.