Possessed By Demons

Possessed By Demons

After the Super Cee left with Cynthia, I just sat on the wooden chair, reminiscing about the part where we almost kissed. I reminisced about it nostalgically. I just sat down there smiling on my own.

Even though the throng was still there making a hell of a noise, I still heard nothing of their noise. The only word that kept popping up in my head was "I love Damie," and those were her exact last words before Charity and Chinwe stole her away from me.

As I sat on my own, having my beautiful nostalgia, I noticed a group of girls who walked past me; they were quite cute and were four in number. The four of them were putting on a very skimpy skirt that revealed their gorgeous thighs; their jacket was unbuttoned, and so was their shirt.

Their shirts were not buttoned to the top; hence, their fair boobs were lightly exposed, making it easier to attract the eyes of any healthy man. Those girls were not from SS3, I am sure. They were not, and even though I had yet to know everyone in the SS3, I still knew that they were not from my set.

Ambassadors of Wisdom International School (AWIS) was a very big school; each class was divided into three, the "A," "B," and "C" classes. I happened to be in the "A" class, along with The Super Cee and the school bullies, while Kunle was in the "C" class.

These girls could possibly be the SS2 "B" girls; I don't know them, but I have heard about them. The story about them was like the story of the Titanic movie. I meant to say that they are very popular, almost as popular as recharge cards.

It was told that they were pretty hot and that they were daughters of the senators of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, so no prefect or even teacher could tell them what to do or what not to do.

So, as I sat down, reminiscing and smiling at myself as I had just developed madness, the first two people walked past me, one asking:

"Is that not the cute Merman?"

The question caused a pause among them, and as they looked closely to see if it was me, then they quickly reversed their steps in my direction. The girls without any permission joined me to sit on the wooden chair.

My God, who are these witches? So I thought at first when I saw how seductive they dressed. "Hey handsome, what are you doing alone right here?" One of them said. "You just had an epic win today; you don't have to be alone." One of the girls said it flirtatiously.

"Awwn, see how hairy he looks; he's so charming." Another one said she was trying to rub my chest with her hand, while the other two just sat at the hands of the chair making despondent flirtatious moves. One just kept crossing and uncrossing her legs right in front of me, exposing her orange-coloured pants, which slightly enveloped her puffy and meaty privy.

Hmm...  Well, I won't lie; that was quite a sight. The other girl kept winking and looking at me through her long, artificial lashes; she also kept rubbing her hair like she was obsessed with it.

This unnecessary and intimidating sensual misbehaviour was becoming a harassment to me; I couldn't take the mental rape any more, and I was still in my swimming suit; I was yet to change into my school uniform. I started feeling uneasy and restless when I noticed my genitals misbehaving—common, it had to—because these girls were personally sent from hell to me by Lucifer himself.

When I noticed that I couldn't take it any more, I had to excuse myself from the sex-hungry freaks, and I quickly ran to the shower where I left my uniform.

I pushed open the heavy bathroom door, my hard member throbbing against my swimming suit, I quickly got myself out of the suit, and boom, there it was, it eas my throbbing member swinging back and forth as fell off the suit. I walk to the sink and start washing my hands. The cool water feels refreshing against my hot skin. I leaned against the sink and closed my eyes, and the thoughts and pictures of Cynthia flooded my mind.

"Fuck, I wish she was here right now," I mutter to myself, it seems she would be the one to pay for the sins of those dons from hell.

I remember the way she looked at me earlier today, her eyes filled with lust and desire. I can still feel her soft lips on mine, even though it was broken even before the contact was made. Those annoying friends of hers. I felt her tongue exploring your mouth, it almost felt like it was real. I reach down and grab my stuffed boneless meat, giving it a few quick strokes.

"Goddamn, she's so fucking hot," I said, my breath quickening.

I pictured Cynthia naked, her perfect tits bouncing as she rides me. Mad imagination, right, well, I can feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I stroke my dick faster and faster, my moans filling the bathroom, I had to try to suppress my sound so it won't escape to the outside.

"Yes, yes, yes," I cried out as I cum, shooting my load all over the sink.

I catch my breath and open my eyes, looking at myself in the mirror. My face is flushed, my hair wet with sweat. I turn on the faucet and start washing my hands again, trying to clean myself up.

Then I walked under the shower turned it open and let the water stream down and wash me, letting it gush from my head down my body. After the war, I felt sore for myself, how I masturbated thinking of poor Cynthia who had no clue of what I had done. Could this be seen as rape? I thought to myself, sorry for my actions.

Throughout that day at school, I couldn't find the Super Cee, and I wondered where they went, just like Bright and his cousin, who had disappeared into thin air. For the first time since I started school at AWIS, I actually felt lonely. Well, it's not like I was completely alone; I had more people around me now than ever before, but seriously? School without Cynthia felt like an abject emptiness. It was only a few minutes after the closing bell rang that I finally saw her smiling face.

At first, I didn't see her when she came; I was with a couple of classmates, both male and female, who kept asking me to teach them how to do underwater fast swimming. They believed it was a trick I must have learned from a professional swimmer. When the questions became too much, I decided to tell them what little I knew, which was actually far from useless.

"When you are in the water, all you have to do is sink into the water, try to establish a connection with the water, and once the connection is established, then straighten yourself, hands and legs straightened, and start kicking your legs."

This was what I said to them, and they burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, I told you guys that he wouldn't teach you; if it were me, I wouldn't either," one boy said. "How can you expect him to expose his skills to you so that tomorrow he will develop competition everywhere? Hahaha, he said we should make connections with the water."

I had told them all I knew, even if they didn’t believe me. We were still discussing when the closing bell rang, and that's when I heard the beautiful and melodious voice of my sweet Cynthia.

"Yeah, it's okay, I've got it; his girl is here; we've got to go home."

Oh my God! I felt so proud and happy right then; she just said she was my girl—yeah, she did, and in the presence of our classmates.

"Aww, you wanna take him from us?" one girl said. "I wish I could borrow him for a while."

Cynthia walked over to me and helped me up to my feet.

"Do the two live together?" another girl asked. "Oh my God, she is so lucky."

She said this with a face that made her look like she was about to cry. Cynthia and I left the school premises for the park, where we had to get a cab home. As we walked and stood in the park, we found it difficult to say a word to each other. Cynthia probably felt shy, which was unusual for her, judging by her usual character exhibitions. As we waited for a cab, I held her hand without saying a word, and she gave me a strong grip, followed by a sweet, shy smile. We weren't there for long before we found a cab that drove us home.

When we got home, I knew I couldn’t let her go without saying anything. I held her hand and said, "Take care, honey. I love you, okay?"

She blushed when I said this, her face buried in her hands. "I love you too. Can I go now?"

I let go of her hand, and instead of walking home as usual, she ran like I was chasing her. It was funny, but still sweet and cute. So, I also took the other way that led to my house.

I was so excited that day that my whole system sang for joy as I walked. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. When I got home, as usual, Mom wasn't there; she was still at work. She wouldn't be home until the evening, so I had to do some housework before she came back.

Mom always said that I was the best son any mother could ask for. According to her, when it comes to protection, I’m there for her. When it comes to care, I’m always there, and even when it comes to keeping the home tidy, I never disappoint. My mom loves me a lot, and she is always proud of me, as I am of her. She is the best mom. I had been without Dad for almost eighteen years, but I never once felt his absence because Mom had always filled the space of both Mom and Dad in my life. She is the best mom any child could ever think of having.

I’ve seen many moms who only depended on their husbands for the care of their children, like the mad woman we had as a neighbour back in the East. I also know of some mothers who chose to blame the fact that they were widowed to excuse their failure in caring for their children. Thank God my mom was different. She was a unique woman in her beautiful ways.