After graduating from high school, I got admitted into an Eastern university to study Theatre Arts, a course I didn’t even apply for. This was in 2014. And my friend, Josh, accompanied me to the cybercafe where I went to check my admission status. Josh was already doing his OND and was both my friend and partner in crime. We go way back to 2004.
My admission filled me with mixed feelings of surprise and bafflement. Surprise because after hearing stories of those who take JAMB more than once before gaining admission, I couldn’t believe I’d gotten admission after one try. And bafflement because I was given admission to study Theatre Arts instead of Religion and Human Relations I initially applied for.
“Not a bad offer,” Josh said.
I printed out my admission letter, and when I got home, dropped it on my mum’s bed while still unsure about how to feel about the next phase of my life as a university student.
Mum returned from work that day at about 5 PM with her usual raised voice. She is uniformed personnel with the military parastatal. As she was getting into the house, she was hollering, “GT, have you checked your admission status?”
“Yes,” I said as I emerged from my room to welcome her. “I was given admission to study –”
“Where is the admission letter?” she asked, not hearing anything I said after my first response.
I went to her room to fetch the slip, and handed it to her.
“Oh! Nice course,” she said.
The immense lightness I immediately felt made me realise how anxious I’d been, waiting for her reaction to my course of study.
“Your school session resumes by November for the freshmen,” she said, “but you’ll be leaving by January.”
“OK, ma,” I responded.
That night, I logged into my 2go account with my Blackberry Bold 5, which was all the rave then, and I went straight to the universities room. And as expected, I met a roomful of would-be freshers chatting about their admissions and all the problems they were already anticipating, one of which was majorly accommodation.
After exchanging pleasantries with some of the group members and contributing a bit to the ongoing conversation, I got three message requests almost at the same time. One of the messages got my attention. I read: Congratulations on your admission into this citadel of academic excellence.
The person who sent the message was a girl, who I soon got to know, as we began chatting, was Uchechi. It was a long chatversation, by the end of which it felt like we were fast friends. We eventually exchanged contacts.
Uchechi was a 400 Level Philosophy student in my school; we were going to be in the same faculty. I checked her out on Facebook and she checked out okay. By the time she extended an invitation for me to stay with her during my first visit to the school when I come to check things out, it felt like the most natural thing in the world for me to accept.
A week later, on a Saturday morning, I took up my bag which contained all I would need for my two-day stay at her place in school, and headed to AKTC, Uyo Terminal. And I was soon on a roughly six-hour journey to Awka.
I got into the dusty city of Awka some minutes past 4 PM, and thank goodness, Uchechi’s lodge was not very far from where I was told to alight. In fact, following the directions she’d earlier sent me, I was able to walk the rest of the way to her lodge.
Finding her room wasn’t that hard, and I was soon knocking on the door. It was opened by a guy, a little taller than I am at five feet nine. Fair complexioned with red lips, thick eyebrows and a Mohawk hairstyle. He was an attractive young man.
“I’ve been expecting you,” he said when he saw me.
“Excuse you,” I said, a bit startled.
He chuckled. “GT, right? Uchechi told me you’d be coming around.” He extended his hand and I took it in a handshake, as the mixed fragrance of Malizia and Brut assailed my nose from him.
He gestured for me to come on inside, but I am my mother’s son. I preferred to call Uchechi first. She answered my call and soon after, emerged from another room in the lodge. She rushed toward me and engulfed me in a hug. With how effusive we were in our reacquaintance, one would think we’d known each other all our lives.
She introduced the guy as Duncan, her boyfriend. So, of course I knew he was immediately out of bounds.
Later in the evening, we went out to have dinner. The three of us were bonding quite nicely, and Duncan was a really cool and easygoing guy. It was Uchechi’s room, but Duncan, as her boyfriend, was almost practically living with her. The entire weekend was a really great one, with Uchechi and Duncan being the perfect hosts. When it was Monday and they saw me off to the bus terminal, Duncan paid for my bus ticket with a big smile.
“I’m sure there’s a way I’ll be able to pay you back for this kindness,” I said.
“I’m sure there will,” he said and winked. His smile became broader as he took my hand in a handshake. As we shook hands, he moved his middle finger inward and scratched the middle of my palm with it. And just like that, I knew of the way I would be able to pay him back.
I stared at him with wide eyes, surprised by what he’d communicated to me, and he simply kept on smiling. And all the while, Uchechi stood there, oblivious of the transmission. Or so I thought. We bade our goodbyes and they left. Duncan and I didn’t bother to exchange contacts because we all knew I’d be back.
January 2015 couldn’t have come any faster than it did. I’d already packed my things and was ready for life in the university before the end of the seasonal festivities. Uchechi had offered to accommodate me until I got settled in school and had my own accommodation; the arrangement was only going to be for the first semester. I’d talked about it with my mum and she had spoken severally with Uchechi, and it was all good.
The day I was going to go to school, my elder brother was to drive me to school. the plan was for him to use the opportunity to meet Uchechi in person, on behalf of my mum. During the early part of the drive, my brother was doing what he was wont to do as a big brother, advising me on how to be mindful about the friends I make in the university and the guys I “run package with”. I didn’t know what to make of those last words of his, but I just sat there beside him, staring into the future.
I called Uchechi when we got into Awka, but Duncan picked up, informing me that she wasn’t around. From the sound of his voice, I could tell that my call had woken him up from sleep. He offered to wait for me at the park, but I told him my brother was driving me and would bring me to the lodge.
Minutes later, we got to the lodge to meet Duncan waiting. I introduced him to my brother, and he helped me to transfer my things from the car to the room. After which, my brother, now sure that I was in good hands, drove off, intending to go see his ex-girlfriend first in Onitsha before going home.
Duncan asked if I would eat anything and I declined. I had a bath and laid down, immediately sleeping off from exhaustion. When I woke up, it was to notice that Duncan had already unpacked my things and arranged them where they should be. I was grateful for that.
“How long was I out?” I asked him with a yawn.
“Nearly two hours,” he said.
“I’m right here, boo. Come give me a hug!” her voice sang out from the direction of the kitchen.
I laughed as I moved to the kitchen to hug and kiss her. I wasn’t shy about the show of affection; it wasn’t my first time kissing a girl. But this wasn’t sexual in nature. We had simply grown to love and be affectionate toward each other.
“I’ve missed you, boo,” she said as she broke the kiss.
“Same here, pumpkin.”
I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t called to inform my mum of my safe arrival. So, I called her. She spoke with me and then with Uchechi, before ringing off.
That night turned out to be the turning point in my relationship with Uchechi and Duncan. Happened in ways I never imagined coming. I woke up in the middle of the night to sex sounds. Moaning. Skin slapping against naked skin. And a Ciara track playing in a low volume from the stereo. The room was dark, but through the illumination of the security lights from outside, I could make out the naked forms of Uchechi and Duncan as they made love. This was the first time I was seeing them be intimate, and I suddenly realized that I hadn’t had any in eight months. I was sex starved.
I felt like I was violating their privacy and tried to move my body so I wouldn’t be facing them. But that was a mistake. I instead alerted them to my wakefulness.
“GT…” Uchechi softly called out my name.
“Yes…” I answered.
“Would you like to join us?”
At first, I wasn’t sure I’d heard right. Had she really just asked me to join them? She was aware that I am into boys – and she had, with koro-koro eyes, invited me to come rub naked bodies with her gorgeous boyfriend?
“Well…” she prompted.
I hadn’t ever had a threesome that involved a girl before. I was at first reluctant because of that. But the appeal of touching Duncan, of having him touch me, was too much for me to ignore. I began to move closer to them.
Just then, Uchechi rose from the bed, saying she wanted to use the toilet, and with a light laugh, she told me to “make Duncan happy”. I was there like: Wow!
I didn’t have much time to contemplate what had just happened before Duncan pulled me to him and claimed my lips. I shimmied out of my boxers as our kiss caught fire. God bless Moses, but this guy’s foreplay was so European. So on-point. He had me tingling and trembling all over with desire as we kissed and groped at and caressed each other. And when he went down to eat my ass, Heaven can only be the one-word description for where I was transported to. I’d often heard of guys who rim with honey; Duncan did that to me, lapping up the honey he’d spread all over my ass as he ate me out.
We were so into each other that we didn’t even notice that Uchechi had returned to the room. She was seated, watching us. It was a tiny giggle from her that made me aware of her presence in the room. Even then, it was just barely. Her boyfriend had me too firmly placed in Cloud Five to be fully aware of anything else but his tongue and hands on my body.
My boy-pussy had become way too lubricated with a mixture of honey, Duncan’s saliva and my need to even require the services of KY Jelly. I was so ready for Duncan’s dick.
I first sat on the D, and after riding him for some time, we flipped around to missionary. We tried several other positions – with absolutely no interruption from Uchechi – except doggy, which I consider quite painful. It was several minutes before we exhausted each other and orgasmed. Sweet Lord! I flopped onto that bed next to Duncan, thinking about how eight months of celibacy had been worth it for this to be the way to break the fast.
Duncan also turned his ministrations to his girlfriend, and after a few rounds, we were all spent, and proceeded to the bathroom to wash up. Except we returned to the bedroom to reignite the passion, so that while Uchechi worked my lips and earlobes and nipples, Duncan laid claim to my ass.
That night was the perfect way for me to step into life as a university student.
Written by GT