A Girl Called Damilola [completed] Season 1

6 years ago

A Girl Called Damilola [completed] Season 1

When I was a young man of 13 years my favorite uncle took it
upon himself to give me some free advice that I have never
forgotten.

“Deji”, he said, “Don’t make the same mistake I did. When I was
young like you I was too fussy about women, so I didn’t get to
f@ck as often as I would have liked. Don’t be ashamed to have
s?x with uglier women, don’t be ashamed if she’s a little heavy.

As long as she isn’t filthy and dirty, then go ahead and f?ck her,
regardless of what your friends think. I regret being so picky, and
now I’m too old to do anything about it!!”

Now granted he was pretty full of beer at the time as it was
always at one joint he always tells me to escort him to with the
promise of one big plate of isi-ewu and malt to wash it down
with, I always endured his drunken rants and stories. Don’t get
me wrong, I really looked up to him and took what he said to
heart, especially in the ladies department.
Fast forward a couple of years to my senior year in secondary
school. I was a popular guy, and did okay with the ladies.

Our Chemistry class was divided into different study groups of four
students each, and just my luck, Damilola was in my group.

Dammy wasn’t very pretty. In fact, she was very plain.

Her parents were quite poor so she didn’t dress very well, her dirty
plaited hair was shaggy. She didn’t seem to have much of a
personality either, but years of torment and teasing from her
fellow classmates probably had alot to do with her sour demeanor. Her only redeeming qualities were that she had a
pretty good body, but no guy in my class would ever admit that
to another, and she had fantastic lips. Full, red, and pouty.
But still….she was just plain Dammy.
Plain, ugly Dammy.
It happens that we had a project to do, and it was decided we
should get together on the weekend to decide what we were
gonna do. Dammy offered to have it at her place since it was
more or less central to where the rest of us lived. We agreed to
meet there on Saturday afternoon. The two other guys in my
group confided to me that there was no way they were REALLY
gonna go to her house, and suggested that I should ditch
too…but grades were too important to me, and I really didn’t
want to hurt her feelings
The okadaman dropped me in front of an old house. It was the
first time I’d ever seen it, and it was a good thing it was hidden.

It was old looking, beat up with windows barely hanging on.

The paint was peeling off..one window was covered with see thru
plastic, another one just with a garbage bag. As I walked up to
knock on the door, I met Dammy’s mother who was just stepping
out. She was very pleasant and seemed happy that her daughter
had a friend. She told me Dammy was inside and that she would
be away for the afternoon.
Just as she was getting into her old car she hollered to me
jokingly, “Now you kids behave yourselves while I’m gone !!” …I
laughed and said not to worry…but inside I was
thinking… ”yeah..I don’t think you have much to worry about !!!”

I walked inside and found Dammy at the dining table with her
books out. The inside of the house was a stark contrast to the
outside. While the furnishings weren’t expensive or fashionable,
they were nice and made the place feel very homey. But it didn’t
take long for my eyes to divert back to her. She stood up and
offered me a hug, which I accepted. As she went to the fridge to get me the bottle of Pepsi she had offered to get for me I could
barely take my eyes off her.

She was wearing a pair of tight cut-off jean shorts, and a white t-
shirt, just as snug. I never realized how large her b??bs were,
but I sure noticed how they bounced as she strode across the
living room.

She opened the fridge and bent over to get the Pepsi from the bottom shelf, and my eyes must have bulged out of my head
when I noticed the bottom of her ?ss cheeks sticking out ever so
slightly from her shorts. Suddenly, as if in a dream, my uncle’s
words came flooding back to me.

I was getting excited by this girl !! She asked me to sit down, her
voice snapping me out of my trance. God, she was so homely, so
plain…I thought of how it would be to bang her and I couldn’t get
my mind off of it. But we had to hit the books, and for a while I
managed to concentrate on the task at hand.
After a few hours we managed to get alot accomplished so we
decided to take a break. She refreshed my Pepsi and invited me
to the backyard of the house. We sat on a bench and talked small
talk, and I realized that Dammy was actually a nice girl. No one
really ever took the time to get to know her. By now it was about
5pm, but the sun on the back porch was hot. Dammy’s skin was
glistening in the heat, and her top was sticking to her body. Her
full br?asts were teasing me, and I began to get excited. She was
talking away…I could hear her but I wasn’t listening. We were
sitting sideways on the bench now, facing each other. My eyes
darting from her eyes to her br?asts, to her crotch, and back
again. I couldn’t concentrate, and I think she noticed, but she
never let on that she did.