I am a promising young lad just like any other teenage boys, raised in a godly home, grew up learning that any form of sex aside marriage is termed sexual immorality by God and all has the same penalty.

And my mother would say that hell fire awaits anyone who indulges in this act unlawfully, especially if such a one refuses to repent.

But I never knew, neither did it occur to me, that during sexual intercourse, there is a spiritual interchange where destinies are replaced with destitute until I had this terrible experience.

It all began on one sunny afternoon; the sun was hitting the earth terribly that the scorching heat was almost peeling the skin. Thankfully, it was Saturday and I had less activities to engage myself in, hence, I couldn't go out.

Alone in my room, sitting on the fluffy sofa, my head supported by a blue throw pillow which was propped against the sofa, my gaze fixed on the horror movie showing in the big plasma TV which hung firmly on the wall.

Suddenly a knock registered on my door, interrupting my cool moment. At first, I was reluctant to open the door, the movie kept Me in a state of suspense having reached the climax, I was determined to know the next action. The knock was persistent, and I wondered who could be at the door since I wasn't expecting any visitor. I hurried to the door angrily like an angry lion ready to devour its prey. I flung the door open ready to break a head but instead, I was paralysed by who was standing in front of me.

A tall, slim and ebony skinned lady stood at the door, her hair carefully packed and fell back straight on her shoulders, she wore a blue mini-skirt which was a perfect match with her red and white striped blouse well tucked in to show her elegant hips, curved like the eighth figure of the roman numeral. And her breast raised firmly like a cylinder-shaped cup pressed against a wall, which gave her chest a nice shape.

It was Jenny - my class mate. She was staring at me smiling, which revealed the dimples in her cheeks. That sweet smile that would make one forgets his sorrow. Her gap teeth reflected in between her red tender lips making one to wish that she would continue to smile and not stop.
She looked at me gaily; her eyes dazzling like the diamonds.

'Hello Dave!, how are you doing" I was brought back to reality by her soft English accent.

She threw her hands gently around my neck as she walked in majestically. I led her sheepishly to the sofa and sat adjacent to her but she insisted I should sit beside her and so I did.

For some moment, there was silence as I was busy searching for the right word to say as at that moment to fire up our conversation.

" Uhm..that is a horror film" I began almost stuttering ."Do you mind?"
"Oh! No.. I'm okay with that". She seemed not to be bothered by horror movies.

I was becoming uncomfortable and I wished I had known what to say to spice up our conversation but I was rather behaving stupid, stuttering in every word I wanted to say.

(I am a shy type. Always nervous whenever I'm with ladies especially those I found romantic)
I believed Jenny had noticed my strange behaviour , and so she drew more closer to me so that her body would touch mine.

She adjusted her sitting position which made it possible for her breast to touch my elbow. I was praying silently for what I was thinking not to happen but it was quite regrettable that, even though I was not comfortable with that, I was less assertive.

My heart beat increased and all I can imagine was how I am really going to do this, knowing that it is really my first time. Fear gripped me and I wondered what will happen next should Jenny ask me to pull of my clothes.

Author's note:
Hello dearies, I hope you enjoyed this story. Let me know your thoughts if you do. Once I gets good number of reactions and feedback, I will post the second part of the story.

Thank you and have a beautiful Sunday.

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