Vera still made out from time to time. She was back to square one — foreplay without attempting sex. She had made out with a couple of guys since her last encounter with Jake. Arbitrarily, she was back in touch with Wilson.
Frankly, Vera had a long list of guys she had been involved with. She wasn't a free-for-all lady but she's had her own share of the streets. Some of these guys were mere flings, some — she would call mistakes, some — more than a fling but less than a bond, few — accomplished interest missions. Among all these guys, there was only a paramount one — Wilson. She knew Wilson before college, before Jake. They had history, moreover, eternal chemistry. Till date, he's the most affectionate guy she's ever met. Not only did she think him worthy of being her boyfriend, she tagged him husband material. She believed he was her one true love. When they started their journey, Wilson trimmed it. He said they were too young to be committed and since neither of them was looking to marry soon, it was better to go enjoy their youthful years — liberated. Sixteen year-old Vera didn't quite agree with that because even though Wilson was two and a half years older than her, she had experienced the uncommitted lifestyle— partying and flexing through high school, more than Wilson had at his older age. There's nothing out there; she vehemently believed. But she believed everyone had a choice to their way of life and it wouldn't be fair to restrict Wilson, the eye candy but extremely introverted guy, from having his own taste of exploration. I've been really adventurous. I quit because I felt I had enough. Wilson should get that chance too.
Despite Wilson being introverted, he was the funniest person if he was comfortable with you. It was when Vera met him that she understood what a pretty boy looked like. Asides Wilson being tender and pretty, he was kindred. They had the same mindsets, same choices, same opinions, same lifestyle. In instances where they were distinct, they complemented themselves — for example, Vera was a sucker for sleep while Wilson could survive days without sleep. Even when they fell apart, they still felt together. They had each other's best interests at heart and they always informed each other whenever either was in trouble — they always came through for each other. It was evident how much unending love they shared. Some of their mutual friends often joked and said "what both of y'all have is weird. Can't call y'all lovers, can't y'all friends. Pretty sure a relationship awaits you guys in the future… The nearest future."
Before Wilson and Vera separated, they discussed sex a number of times. Vera felt sixteen was too young to be sexually active, Wilson succumbed to her choice. Still, Vera believed that they were both somewhat bound to marriage.
That was three years ago. They had both re-enacted now, arbitrarily. Both of them — evolved and grown. They were hanging out to catch up on each other's recent activities and developed habits.
Wilson was surprised when Vera told him she attempted sex.
"Was I supposed to wait for you?" Vera asked rhetorically.
"How did it feel?"
"Bad. No, terrible."
"Tell me everything about it." Wilson asked; his ears perked like a rabbit's.
"Hun-un. Always down for some chitchat." Vera teased.
Vera told him everything. How she went to the first doctor and how she had to return to another doctor. She refrained from mentioning Jake's name to him. She told him everything but the name of her problem instigator.
"If I was you, I would have confronted that first doctor to stop being so unethical." He didn't lie. Wilson was mostly quiet around strangers and acquaintances but he was always blunt when a need to talk arose. Vera was bold but more respectful than Wilson. Wilson said whatever needed to be said to whoever, whenever. He'd rather stay quiet than sugarcoat words in a situation. Just like Vera, he was keen on honesty. Another of the numerous attributes she certified him for.
"You get me! I was so upset. I just didn't want to be rude. Moreover, I was more concerned about my health than her prejudice."
"Yeah, true that."
Wilson and Vera hung out more often. They never ran out of jokes and bantering with each other was a regular. They playfully argued about which of them was the more attractive person. It was a radical correlation. They had dope makeout sessions. Wilson was always freakier and nastier than Vera. That was one of his attributes Vera gave a kudos to. Amidst several traits, he was top notch in satisfying her sexually, emotionally, mentally and financially but Vera never asked him for monetary purposes. "We're both students, I don't expect that you have more money than I do. Take care of you with your money", she always insisted. Wilson didn't like when she turned down his financial offers but he could not alter her mentality, even when he tried.
One night, Wilson spent the night in Vera's apartment.
There was an event in his dormitory which Vera attended. "Come over and sleep at my place." Vera offered him abruptly after the event.
Wilson hesitated but Vera was too resilient to accept no for an answer. Wilson also liked to spoil her and let her have her way. He gave in.
"I'm hungry. I should get food on our way." Wilson added.
He bought snacks and chocolate milk from a roadside store. When they got to Vera's apartment, Wilson — famished, plunged into the chair and started tearing wrappers off his snacks. Vera unbuckled her belt and was about to pull down her shorts when Wilson carefully placed down his bottle of chocolate milk.
"What happened? I thought you said you were really hungry?"
Wilson glanced at Vera's body lustfully. "Let me eat you before I eat this snack." He tugged at her hand and pulled her onto his thighs.
"No."
"Let me."
"Nah." Vera loosened from his grip. "I won't undress in front of you."
"Not fair." Wilson sulked.
Vera turned to the wall, hanging a wrapper from her neck like a cape. As she changed, she felt Wilson's eyes glued to her. He was sipping his chocolate milk now.
"Easy with the eye gluing". Vera said as she turned back to face Wilson, her body wounded round by a cotton wrapper.
"It's a lot to stare at." Wilson shrugged.
Vera collapsed into her bed. She grabbed her phone and started scrolling through it. Wilson had finished eating. He took off his trousers and t-shirt… Leaving only his boxers on. That was his signature style of sleeping; in addition to leaving the fan on, of course. He laid on his back beside Vera. There were two separate student mattresses in Vera's room but Wilson would pick a fight whenever Vera suggested that they used different beds. He preferred to be squashed like sardines on the same bed with her, to being comfortable in different beds. These little acts of cling — Vera adored him for.
Vera put her phone close to her mouth, trying to create a voice note.
"Vera, not tonight. Your friends should go to bed, kindly."
"You are not okay." Vera laughed and started passing a message across to her friend through a recording.
After some minutes, Vera dropped her phone and started watching Wilson's. She wasn't snooping or sneaking, it was just a bland watch of him using his phone. She later turned on her side, in preparation to sleep. Wilson plugged his phone and threw his hand around her waist.
Sensually, he pulled down her wrapper.
"Nope, nope." Vera pulled her wrapper back up. Vera wanted this too but she hadn't been naked for him since she was sixteen and she didn't think it was good time yet.
Wilson had a strong pull at her wrapper eventually. Her flaccid breasts had restructured into a doughnut on her relaxed chest. Wilson lowered his neck to wrap his mouth round her right nipple. He used two of his left hand fingers to caress her left nipple. There was no reason to fight it anymore. It had commenced and they were both enjoying it. Wilson knelt across Vera's waist and locked eye contact with her. He bent his back and moved his face to hers until they could feel each other's warm breaths. He mildly cupped her scalp in his palms and kissed her passionately. Lips devouring, tongues turmoil, saliva mix, long-term French kiss. She heard Wilson snicker in delight when she grasped his whole tongue in her mouth. She knew what he loved, likewise he knew what she loved. Vera was a better kisser than Wilson. Technically, she taught Wilson how to be a good kisser. She took so much pride in her kiss prowess that she had mastered to make out with randoms without kissing them. "Plenty of guys are too inexperienced in locking lips for me to be wasting my oral magic on them. Kissing is more intimate than it is sexual" — she always recapped.
Wilson lifted his head. Both their mouths were surrounded by saliva — one would think they had a spill while having a drink of water.
"Arch for me." Wilson requested.
Vera knelt on the mattress — Wilson watching. She laid her side face, neck and chest against the bed. Her waist formed a ninety-degree bend parallel to her bent knees on the mattress, her legs laying flat on the bed. Satisfied by what he saw, Wilson bent his head under Vera's arch and flickered his tongue on her clitoris. He sucked on her vagina and nibbled on her labia with his lips. He then knelt back behind her back and started thrusting his fingers in her, briskly and roughly. Wilson liked his romantic intimacy smooth and immense; and his sexual intimacy rough and intense — Vera could not ask for a better combo. Vera felt ecstatic. She was moaning in marvel. When Wilson was satisfied, he told her he was done.
Vera knelt, resting her weight on her legs, in euphoria. There came unexpected quilling — her foremost. Her pussy farts bobbed for seconds.
"Whoa. So this is how it feels? Feels good, damn!" Vera was so excited. She had not been satisfied this much by anybody, ever.
Wilson sat, watching. He wasn't sure whether to be proud or worried. "I think I was too rough? Sorry for the discomfort." He adopted a relief when he noticed Vera's joy.
"Sorry? You shouldn't be. I loved the roughness. Did your fingers proceed vaginal or anal?" Vera asked, still in awe.
"Both." Wilson smiled.
Wilson laid back on his back. His beautiful and addictive cock projecting upwards like a rocket launching into the sky. "Ride me, will ya?"
Vera glimpsed at his face and his manhood. She loved what she was seeing. Then, she had flashbacks of her sexual attempt. She stood, promptly.
"A blowjob will suffice." She disputed.
"I won't cum." Wilson whimpered.
"You will."
Vera repositioned on her knees — it was her turn to reciprocate Wilson's efforts. But she wasn't happy. She wanted to ride him too. She desired to ride him like a harley to the moon. But she couldn't. Her capability was against her will. She assumed Wilson was enjoying her warm orality when he grabbed her unbound hair in a clutch and started directing her head. She allowed him full control. This happened for minutes and when Wilson wouldn't climax, worried Vera gave up.
"I told you I wouldn't climax."
"I don't really have the charisma tonight. I'll clip your wings when next I blow you. I will definitely make you climax. I'm just sorry I couldn't ride you."
"It's alright."
Vera held his hand for a minute as they locked gazes. They had a fiery bond.
Vera stood to get a piece of clothing. She didn't like to sleep naked, unlike her supposed lover. Suddenly, Vera's eyes noticed the bedspread. There were droplets of blood all over the bedspread!
"Wilson? When we entered the room, was this bedspread stained?" Vera wanted to believe this bloodstain wasn't from this moment.
"I'm not sure. I doubt." Wilson had just noticed the bedspread stains when Vera called his attention to it.
"Wait. I'm bleeding again?" Vera slid a finger in her genitalia. It was grazed by little blood.
"Are you serious?" Wilson was shocked.
"Yes." Vera whimpered.
"Was I too rough? Maybe I was too rough. I'm so sorry." Wilson tried to claim the blame.
"I don't think so. It's not your fault. Let me see your fingernails."
Wilson's nails were neatly clipped as always. Vera rolled some tissue paper into her pant. She didn't think the blood would gush enough to fill a pad.
But the two doctors mentioned that I wasn't prone to anymore bleeding. Where's this blood now from? Why did I bleed from simply gallant fingering? God, what type of physiological structure do I have?
"Do you think the blood is still coming out? I'm concerned. I feel bad." Wilson interrupted her thoughts.
"It's okay, baby. I'm sure it won't be a big deal. Let's go to bed." Vera convinced.
She closed the little space between her hip and Wilson's waist. She swung her arm over his arm cupping her waist. She caressed his arm lightly and pecked him good night. Wilson — ever peaceful in Vera's presence, dozed off. Vera was still worried. She didn't lie to Wilson — it won't be a big deal because the bleeding was really minute. But she was concerned that there was even some sort of bleeding at all. What could be the possible cause of this? She decided she wasn't going to any clinic anymore.
The blood will be gone before I wake and life will go on.
The blood was gone when they woke the next morning. That was the first thing Vera did when she awoke — check if she was still bleeding. She heaved a sigh of relief when she discovered she wasn't anymore.
That marked the beginning of their modified uniform nastiness. They had intense foreplay sessions times after that. True to her words, Vera made Wilson cum frequently from a blowjob.
The first time it happened, Wilson was bewildered.
"I'm not like dem whack girls you've been messing with, baby. I'm too badass, I told ya." Vera teased.
Just like Vera, Wilson was stuck between "I want to be inside of you" and "I can't watch you in pains". Wilson— adoring of Vera, always fantasized how consensual and heated their initial sexual escapade would be but he couldn't bear to see her hurt.
"There's no pleasure for me if you are in pain, Vera."
"Well, someone has to do the job, mister. And you might just be about perfect."
"Let someone else do it. It shouldn't be me. I'll gladly take over after the task has been completed."
"Lazy much."
Through the consistent hangouts and good times, Vera and Wilson were not in a relationship yet. They were faithful to themselves, though. Wilson didn't talk much about it. Vera avoided the topic because she thought it wicked to put Wilson in a relationship if she couldn't guarantee sex. She had to overcome her challenge before agreeing to date any guy — Wilson or someone else. If the table was turned, she knew she would not endure for long and although Wilson rarely complained, she expected everyone had a breaking point to their tolerance.
"If we were much older and successful… and I wasn't so traditional, I would put a ring on your finger." Vera always assured Wilson.
"I'm sure you have better options. You should embrace them."
"One would think so. Unfortunately, they're mostly only richer and are only mostly interested in getting beneath my panties, nothing more. Stupid men. Plus, if being with you equates to picking the lesser alternative? I'd gladly identify as a loser."
But again, a relationship wasn't Vera's premier aim — her journey to sexual liberation was.
One day, Vera insisted Wilson and her tried to have sex. That was a day before her twentieth birthday. Wilson and her had been bonding for about six months. She was happier, he was more fulfilled. After their usual profound foreplay, Wilson grabbed the tube of lubricant and Vera jumped. There was a wave of emotions in her, the emotions tended towards fear. Her eyes immediately became teary.
"I'm sorry, Wilson. I can't."
"Oh." Wilson was disappointed. "It's fine. I know you are not braced up yet. That's why I always ask you to not worry. I really want us to but we have to go at your pace, okay? I'm not a virgin, you know. I'm not intrigued by random sex. If the delight won't be mutual, there's no business of mine in such." He encouraged.
"I'm sorry. I really try, it's just … I don't know how to explain it. There's this fear that grips me. We'll have to go with the blowjob again so you don't attain blue balls."
They didn't attempt sex anymore. They made out at their will but didn't try sex. More times than often, they enjoyed each other's company and didn't even make out— they often cuddled. Wilson always observed a siesta in Vera's presence. He'd await her arrival so they could be in each other's arms before he napped— seems he felt a different aura of peace in her ambience. Vera rarely napped with him but she was excited that he felt so peaceful in her presence. She loved to watch him sleep : He's so pretty and dreamy, even when he's asleep.
Approximately a month after Vera's twentieth birthday, Wilson was mandated to attend a school trip. It was a trip far from their town and it was bound to a term of four months. The students were free to go wherever on weekends but Wilson wouldn't be coming home until the trip was completed; "it's too distant to come home for only weekends. I don't like traveling." Vera couldn't go because it was a trip for only Wilson's class and her mum wouldn't allow her visit such far distances.
Initially, Vera thought it reasonable to wait for Wilson to return before another attempt at sex. About two months into her wait, she deduced it might be considerate to let Wilson come back home to an accessible vagina. It would be tiring for Wilson to retry the job after a whole of four months of his absence.
We're not official yet. And he says he doesn't want to do the work, anyway. This will only be a onetime copulation. I'm sure he won't mind. It's for his own good.
The distance had severed the little bond Vera and Wilson built. What they had was too young to survive off physical separation. They still talked but not as frequently and they hadn't set eyes in two months, asides video calls. They were both clingy, they loved to hold each other and cuddle. The distance hijacked that from them.
I will just go ahead and get some dick to surprise him before his return. Whose dick though?
Truly, Vera had a myriad of options to pick from. Unluckily, she didn't have many options for love— only few guys that she was displeased with or repulsed by most of them. Controversially, for copulation— she had an endless list… Jake included. Jake had been begging her for another chance since the new year started. She was cold to him but he didn't mind, as long as he had her attention because she hardly replied him or returned his calls.
"You had your chance but you blew it, Jake. I can never deceive you. There's nothing left for us. There's no hope. Stick to your options and keep on being the inconsiderate person you've always been." Vera often reminded Jake. It was hard to tell if Jake wanted to be only friends with benefits again or he was requesting a relationship of Vera. Vera sensed he was gunning for a relationship from her this time. God forbid I date such an embodiment of wickedness. Vera didn't care to know Jake's new intentions. She wasn't interested, no matter the offer. Like her numerous men-pests, she was not paying him attention. Maybe Vera was too picky or she spontaneously attracted unattractive guys, she wasn't sure. Whatever the problem was, she wasn't interested in most of her admirers. She had a reason— trivial or crucial, to nullify their prospect(s); it could be lack of intelligence or beauty deficiency or disrespectful tendencies or wide age ranges or obscure sources of income, and so on.
She knew she was attractive to many but if she wasn't attracted to any, she would stay on her own rather than manage. People called it pride but she considered it daunting self-glory. I take care of myself financially and I'm not a horny dog. Why do I have to endure a man I don't like? I either like you or I don't, crops don't germinate where they are not planted… Same concept with heart matters.
For days, she pondered on whom could handle her delicate matter well. She hadn't come up with a suggestion.