The Loss Of My Pride

He had told her that they were going to meet in his house this time, his mom’s house, she was the happiest girl ever when she heard those news.

A thought came over her, she had never ever stayed with a guy in one house, one room alone, all alone, she asked, wondered how the atmosphere was going to be, what was going to happen, and if intimacy was going to take place, what was she going to do?

What if she does it and she gets pregnant? She decided to switch off all those feelings because she was in town, didn’t want to be disrupted by such a thing, she didn’t want to get an accident knowing it was because of love and temptation thoughts, it would be lunatic in a way.

 It was a daylight dream when she saw her man waiting for her outside his house gate, dressed in a very good manner, in his casualty.

His clothes, dress code matched his body,and  personality, he looked so good, she was just out of words, he was in classy, unique clothes, one labels that cost an arm and leg, he looked so great.

She walked to him, and they met halfway, she was in her mini pleated school skirt, without pantyhose’s, white shirt, half jersey and school blazer.

That was her favourite school outfit, had amazing legs, with her longer blazer which showed her mini skirt a bit below, it was as if she was on the blazer alone when she was faced behind.

Funny thing is it wasn't even that cold, it was a just a cool warm weather which I doubt it needed a blazer. 

They hugged, just for a few minutes, it’s like they just couldn’t wait to do that, it was sweet, it was like a Hollywood movie.

She liked it but thing is that the taxi she was in was still there looking for people who were heading to town, and it wasn't empty, it had people inside, and here she was, busy with boys, but who cared because she was on the seventh heaven, actually both of them😞. 

 It was a quiet street,because those were suburbs,meaning privacy was the top most key. She loved privacy too but she felt really good whenever people knew whom she was dating, especially if the guy was rich. 

They got into the house, it was a very nice house, not a mansion but a big normal one, it was cool inside.

She looked around but not much because she didn’t want to make him think she was never used to such modesty😂, so she pulled herself together and acted normal. 

She sat down, offered her a drink, and had a very long beautiful talk about life, school, shared jokes up until they ended up talking about her challenges she faced in life, that made her feel safe in his arms.

She felt like it was going to be a forever thing, like they were going to be together for a lifetime, and I guess hoping isn't a bad thing right?

She had long braids, so she sometimes pulled them to embrace her confidence, you know why?

There came a point in time sometimes when there could just be silence between them, with nothing to do or say but staring at one another, so that's when she'll pull up her braids, am sure ladies will relate. 

 The eye contact was there, it had to be there for normal reasons, I mean her skirt was mini too. Eye contact happened, a kiss happened, and clothes were pulled off gently.

She didn’t know if she really wanted to lose her first pride on him, she wasn’t so sure, I mean she was on tender age, mysterious thoughts crossed her mind. What if her mother discovered she was no longer one? She would die.

Her body wanted to, she remembered her mother’s teachings, her teacher’s teachings and  every elder she had ever came across to, that boys are dogs, they sleep with you then leave you just like that.

All those questions multi crossed in her mind at the same time,and that was during the kiss which never promised to stop😄.

It went on and on, it felt great for her, she really enjoyed the intimacy but she didn’t know how she got there.

She was in deep pain, she wanted to stand up but she couldn’t, she went down to bed, cuddled by her boyfriend, telling her how excited it felt, she couldn’t really say anything about excitement.

She was in a big shock, a huge one, she was mostly worried on how long the bleeding was going to take because it was already late, and needed to rush back home, but he was comforting, more than she had thought, she knew he cared about her. 

She dressed up and went to the bathroom, closed the door, looked herself in a mirror and cried, she wished she would turn back the clock but it was too late for her, it had already happened.

She believed that the person she was seeing on the mirror wasn't her. She regretted it all, she didn't even know how she had got where she was.

On the other hand,  He never stopped telling her how much he loved her but she doubted that because she had heard about boys who have sex and then avoid you like you never happened, not just from elders but from her friends too.  

She couldn’t wait to get home and sleep the pain she felt. He accompanied her and took a taxi together, she found it sweet of him to do that, he gave her some notes just to spoil herself a bit, and she appreciated it since she needed it so bad, especially for the hair and toiletry.

But a part of her felt like it was payment of what had just occurred because  she was independent but then she knew she had to put that cash into good use.

They gave one another that goodbye hug and separated. She kept on looking back and he did the same, that feeling mended her heart a bit, she thought along the way that maybe he wasn’t all bad, she prayed it could be like that till the end of time.

She felt like she needed him to be the guy that can fill the void in his heart as she felt so empty. Then a thought of her mother came about, obsessing if she was going to physically see her that she was having sex, she was no longer a virgin.