The S*x Starved Teenager [A Short Story by ThaNaijaPOET]

The tale I am about to share

Took place well over a decade ago

But I still cannot resist the urge

To share it

Especially with those

Who constantly spur me to write diaries/memoirs like this

Today…

I am going to use real names and factual places.

I can’t recall the precise year

But there are three characters in this story

And the location was Ikeja

A district in Lagos State – in Nigeria

The first two characters are brothers

The younger one was named Sule

While the older one

Was called Ismaila.

For the records

They were not what I would readily call childhood friends

Rather, they just surfaced

The way strange chaps often just appear in the neighbourhood

In those teenage years

Incidentally, these boys were ‘Aunty Kuburat’s sons

Those who read the piece ‘Why did Aunty Kuburat do it’

Would understand this better

Aunty Kuburat was the strange neighbour I knew back then as a kid

Yes!

The one who used soap to brush her teeth

Every morning

Back to the story

We had Sule

His brother Ismaila

And the third person was Sefiyat

Yes!

Sefiyat was a girl

And she was not related to Sule and Ismaila in any way

Sefiyat was my second cousin

And as at the time of this incident

We were all teenagers

I was just an observer

And that was all I did

I observed the three characters involved closely

Especially

From the moment

When I knew that there was something amiss

Back to the tale

The duo of Sule and Ismaila boyishly lusted after Sefiyat

Perhaps

What they felt for her

Might be better described as infatuation

Because whenever I was opportune to be a part of their discussion

I always marveled

At how they would go on and on

About matters relating to Sefiyat and their feelings for her

Especially feelings

That revolved around words like

Bed, breasts, ass, orgasm, sexual pleasure and the likes

Of the two brothers

Sule had a more confident approach

As it was crystal clear to both of them

That there was no way they could share Sefiyat

So while Sule took the driver’s seat

To hunt Sefiyat down and claim his prize

Ismaila was forced to the bench like an injured footballer

It therefore didn’t come as a surprise

When Sule surprisingly

And confidently considered himself Sefiyat’s ‘honey pie

Though this was not openly declared

But it was an open secret

The brothers shared

Sule was not the shy type

And I wasn’t caught unaware

When he began making moves

Towards luring Sefiyat into his love nest...

There was no doubt about the fact that

Of all the qualities Sefiyat possessed

The one Sule was overtly excited about

Was her physical form and endowments

To me

Sefiyat was just like any other girl

But to Sule

She stood out like a Greek goddess

Her breasts like fresh apples

Waiting to be plucked and sweetly chewed upon

Her ass like a teddy

To be held and caressed

Her lips like berries

To be licked, gently nibbled at and sucked

Her nipples

Often straining against the fabric of her blouse

Never failed to set Sule ablaze with a flameless fire

And it didn’t take too long before she became

An item of obsession for the young man

However

If Sefiyat had shared

Even half of what Sule felt for her

Perhaps

They would have been able to strike an intimate equilibrium

Which, would have enabled Sule have his way

And sensually fulfill his erotic quest

Of ploughing Sefiyat’s Promise Land

Which lay somewhere between the girl’s voluptuous thighs.

Unfortunately

She did not

And consistently turned down Sule’s request for intimacy

Without even batting an eyelid

She wouldn’t even let Sule touch her

Let alone fan his ember of seduction

The harder he tried to lure her into bed

The stronger her resistance

And this continued for quite some time.

I knew for a fact

That Sule was no gentleman

And that there was no way he was going to succeed

In his plan to have sex with Sefiyat

But like an observer that I was

I merely watched as the drama unfolded on a daily basis.

Despite the fact that I was young

I did not fail to realize

That Sule was a poor student of the laws of attraction

He was not neat

He was overtly vulgar in his ways

He lacked tactical knowledge of seduction

He was abysmally loud and vain and generally unrefined

He would curse

Fight, appear untidy, violent

And was regrettably unattractive to Sefiyat

In any possible way

Sefiyat on the other hand

Might not have been the perfect city girl

But she did not share or admire these qualities Sule possessed in any way.

After a few weeks

Of trying and constantly failing

Frustration began to set in for Sule

And whenever I saw the look in his eyes when he looked at Sefiyat walk by

I knew the young man had begun to scheme

I once asked him out of curiosity:

“Ki lo ma wa se nisiyin (which in Yoruba language meant:

‘So, what are you going to do next?’)” and he had replied:

“Mo ma get omoyi (which translated into:

‘I’m going to get this girl’ in Yoruba language).

Suddenly

Sule hatched a plan to get Sefiyat whether she liked him or not

And I had no idea what he was planning until the grand finale

Sule’s plan was to corner Sefiyat

While she was having her bath in the bathroom

There were two bathrooms in the house

And they were only divided by a wall/fence.

On the d-day

Sefiyat had entered one of the bathrooms

Just as she did everyday to take her bath

The moment Sule saw her go in

He swung into action

And quickly went into the second bathroom

And locked the door from his end

He shed his clothes until he was left with only his underwear on

And this happened to be a black pant

He deftly put his feet on the water closet

And climbed to the very top of the wall

At this point

He could hear Sefiyat move around preparing to have her bath

Though he couldn’t see her

He would hear her movement and the shower running

He must have licked his lips in excitement

As his third leg began to respond, nod and grow hard and erect

In anticipation of the sweetness of the things he would do to Sefiyat

When he finally got to her

Others might have called this a rape plan

But to Sule

It was a way of finally getting Sefiyat to succumb

To the erotic instrumentals

He had been playing for her all along

Sule definitely knew a whole lot of things

But one thing he did not know

Was that while he had a seemingly perfect plan

There was a dark cloud

Hanging on the horizon

The bathroom was all tiles

And while this made it easy to clean

It however, proved to be Sule’s nemesis

The wall was quite high

And just as Sule

Was about to place his feet on the water closet in the bathroom Sefiyat was in

Disaster struck…

He slipped

Fell…

All the way from the top of the fence

And he screamed: “Yeeeeeeeeeeee…!”

His eyes opening wide in a terrifying mixture of horror and panic

Sule found himself in mid air

Struggling to grab onto something, anything

But failed woefully to do so

By the time Sule hit the floor tiles

From the high wall from which he had slipped

He did so with an extremely loud thud

As he reflexively screamed out in pain

Because he landed on his belly

And struck the tiled floor very hard too

Smashing his rib cage into the cold hard floor of the bathroom

Out of shock and fear

Sefiyat dashed out of the bathroom screaming

Without even bothering to see who or what had made the disturbing noise.

Fortunately for her

She was yet to remove her towel

So it was easy for her to run out of the bathroom

In a bid to escape from whatever it was that had howled out so loud

Naturally

People close by quickly gathered and comforted the terrified girl

Sule knew his game was up

His romantic script

Had suddenly turned into a dramatic tragedy

The wind had finally blown

And the hen’s anus was out in the open

Exposed and glaring

Leaving a fouls stench in its wake

Sule knew he could not stay in the bathroom forever

So he decided the best thing he could do

Was to seek an escape

By the time he desperately dashed out of the bathroom

He was only clad in his wet black pant

Running away with his erect manhood shamelessly pointing forward

To make matters worse

He had an amazingly solid erection

And had lines of the tiles all over his chest and stomach

A very clear indication that he had hit the ground very hard

Sule tried to escape

And ran as fast as his legs could carry him

However

The culprit didn’t get far

As he was chased down and caught by an older man

Who had seen Sefiyat run out of the bathroom

While men and women comforted Sefiyat and tried to clam her down

The man who caught Sule knew precisely what to do with the randy boy

I remember the man very well

He was big, tall, very strong and had very powerful hands

I remember him dragging (a struggling and screaming) Sule along with him

Towards a tall tree

That had thick and strong branches

I remember how he used one hand

To cut a very long branch off the tree

While still using the other hand to pin Sule to the ground

And by the time he descended on Sule…

Your guess is as good as mine

Sule howled out loud like a wounded dog

As I held my belly laughing my head off

Cover Page

The model on the cover page of ‘CLOSE’ is a Nigerian singer, Joe El. He presently resides in Lagos.

Dedication

I’m dedicating this poem to all the girls, ladies and women who have been kind enough to put a smile on my face. You all know yourselves and I am indeed very grateful to you all. To you, it might have seemed like just another little thing to do but as far as I am concerned, they were ‘golden’ and carried the weight of gold as they always will. Thank you so much.

Note: If you feel that you have read a similar piece before, you would be absolutely right as I had earlier published an unrevised version titled ‘He Wanted Sex with Her By All Means’ online in prose format. This is a totally revised version in verse format and was also posted online under the title 'CLOSE'. Thanks for reading. *wink*

This poem was revised on April 5, 2012.

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