Prudence didn’t want to come out with the truth, but after my persistence and “sweet talker”, she vomited the truth. She told me she had feelings for me and gets jealous when she sees me with other ladies. Even though I suspected that she was in love with me, I wasn’t expecting the accompanying passion. We were alone in one of the classrooms so as she was talking, she drew closer and closer, squeezing my hand as she spoke. She was very passionate and I felt her sincerity. Truth be told, Prudence would be a gift of a girlfriend. She had everything I ever wanted in a girlfriend, but should word go out that we were dating, hell would break loose. With the magnitude of her passion, I knew she would fight to mark her territory. Unfortunately, I wasn’t interested in being owned by anyone. I wanted to be a free bird not because of the desire to experiment, but I didn’t want news about ladies fighting over me to be the only thing the school will remember me for. I was therefore confident in my mind and heart that I wouldn’t go out with her, but I couldn’t break her heart as well. She regarded me as a Saint who wouldn’t even hurt an ant so I allowed her fantasies. “I understand how you feel about me and I kinda have the same feeling towards you but we can’t make it obvious. We must be as secret as possible because I don’t want us being expelled over this. Moreover, I don’t want you to get jealous about anything. The girls I’m friends with are nothing but study partners. Hope you can deal with that?” I carefully chose my words, not to hurt her and not to equally raise her hopes unreasonably high. That day, we had our first true kiss. Deep, passionate and impatiently. Had it not been for my resistance we would have broken the hymen. She pushed my hands there severally as her hand was roaming around mine. I had to stand up and insisted we continue another day. I’ve had sex before, in fact on more than one occasion but without fear of being caught. With her, the tension and fear was just too much.
The weeks that followed brought joy, misunderstanding and memories. The relationship between Lordina and I grew stronger, we were almost inseparable. Even though Prudence was always almost jealous, she was faithful to our agreement of not “telling”. She admirably controlled her feelings and emotions to the extent that I was feeling guilty. I did steal time for her but when I was with her, it was all intimacy. We never got to talk as long as I do with Lordina. Lordina always knew how to keep me talking and I felt good about it. Prudence knew how to turn me on and begging. So looking at it, I needed both of them. My only fear was that I could end up falling for both in a way I couldn’t control.
As if the two weren’t enough, Vivian started calling on me more often than necessary. Daniella after realizing we knew her “plans” and why she was behaving in such a horrible manner, gave up trying. She didn’t join the classes but she had nothing against it either. We did talk once a while but it was always business. She had me covering up for her with Madam Faustina. Things were moving faster than I thought. I was caught up between all the girls, my book and Madam Faustina. She graduated from meeting me in camera to meeting me anywhere with personal matters. Due to her reputation, it would be very difficult for anyone to suspect she was leading me on. Not only that but I was equally regarded as on of the most quiet, respectful, hardworking and brilliant student so no one suspected a thing. To them, it was one serious teacher talking to a serious student. We became so close that I was always having wet dreams with her as my partner. It was difficult for me but I wanted to be strong or perhaps appear strong. “Bring these books to my bungalow after school. I’m going to town.” Madam Faustina said as she drove off. I was alarmed but I couldn’t say a word. I obliged and took the books…. (Story Continues)