VALENTINE SPECIAL

I continued knocking till I heard a subtle voice emerge from the open window beside the door.
I heard, “Stop knocking on the door like that and come inside”

After that, I could hear the keys inserted into the lock as the door swung wide open.
I refused to enter inside as I knew what brought me here in the first place.

Stretching out my right hand, I asked for the key. Today hasn’t been a good day and I need to get home to get some rest.

She stared at me intently and asked, “Do you really want the key?”

At this point, I wasn’t ready for her shenanigans. “Please, I need the key,” I said as I stretched out my right hand once again.

She let out a smile that lit her face. This wasn’t a normal smile, it’s one with intentions behind it.
“Come inside and get it,” she said with a seductive grin on her face.

At this point, I was getting pissed off and I stormed right through the door and inside the house to get the key and leave.

Then the unexpected happened, she put the key in between her breasts as she seductively juggled them and told me to remove it.

I paused in shock as I didn’t know what to do next.
No matter what it may be, I’m certainly not down for this, maybe she’s joking with me.

I persisted as I asked one more time for the key and she walked to me and said, “When you want it, you’ll remove it”

Then she locked me inside the house with her.

I began to sweat and panic. I begged her to please let me go with the key.
There’s no way she’s planning on making me do anything weird.

I was just a naïve 14-year-old boy, she couldn’t possibly try anything with me, or so I thought.

I sat down on the chair close to the door and waited to see what was unfolding. I had the option to have stopped her from locking me inside.

But part of me wanted to see what was going to happen this fateful afternoon.

She walked to me and sat comfortably on my thighs. She whispered into my ears, “Remove this thing” as her hands held the collar of my shirt.

My hands were trembling as I didn’t know what to do. She planted a kiss on my mouth and my body reacted in ways I couldn’t explain.

I felt a sensation around my groin and growth within my private part. Is this what an erection feels like?

It was an instant growth and it didn’t come with pain. It was pleasurable. I wasn’t meant to be here but I can’t stop now. The show must go on.

She took my shirt off and told me to remove my shorts too. At this point, the key didn’t matter anymore. I believe it’s time to practice what I always saw in the movies.
Loosening my belt, I began to take down my shorts while she was undressing too.

It’s definitely my lucky day.

Remember, the window was opened when she first spoke to me?
Good. Our movements stopped when we heard a familiar voice from outside.

Someone was watching us.

At that point, I remembered why I came for the key. I knew I was dead this afternoon.
It was my mother.

Now how did I get into this scenario?
I’ll let you know in a jiffy.

This particular day would be an evergreen memory in my head because it happened on Valentine's Day.
Every year as Valentine comes close, I can’t get the memory out of my head. It’s an evergreen one.


It wasn’t long after I concluded my JSS3. I was finally done with Junior School and was ready to progress to be a Senior. Once you’re done with JSS3, you’ll be given a four-month holiday to brace and get ready for the next session.

My siblings were still in school so I was stuck at home, all alone with my parents. I needed to get my hands on something and probably learn a skill or two.

So they enrolled me in a computer institute to build my ICT knowledge better. My parents were working and would always leave the house pretty early, leaving me alone as I prepared to go for my computer lessons.

Our area was a pretty rough one so we needed a central place we could keep our house key in case anyone comes back before the other as the key was limited.

No one had intentions of duplicating it anytime soon so we resorted to keeping the key with a neighbor of ours.
A young girl in her early 20s. Her name was Daniella. She was living alone as she waited to start school at the University.

An ebony beauty. She was tall and very attractive. She was well-known on the streets and had a lot of suitors. But we were not close.

Her apartment was a couple of steps away from our house so it would be easier to keep the key with her and get it anytime because she was home most of the time.

This dropping of the key continued time after time until we began to have conversations as I went to drop the key or get it from her.
She was a friendly type but I was too young to reciprocate the energy to her.

She would tell me I was cute and I would blush as I hid my face. I didn’t know how to react to it. At times she would ask me to help her switch on her generator amidst other things.

All these times, we never had a heartfelt conversation.

Until the fateful day came, I woke up early and had morning devotion. My mom and dad left for work and told me to drop off the key as usual. I had my bath and prepared to head out for my lesson. I was going to have a Computer Based Test (CBT) and I wasn’t mentally prepared to take it.

I guess I’m going to just freestyle it. I grabbed my bag and my little button phone which was for the sole purpose of calls.
I headed out and locked the door with the gate.

I took the key to her place and I knocked on the door. She opened as she smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Happy Valentine”, she said as she gave me a little bag that contained snacks.

What a kind gesture. I wasn’t used to talking to girls, talk-less of ladies older than me. I could barely maintain eye contact as I stared at the floor and I muttered under my breath, “Thank you very much”

She smiled and responded by saying, “Don’t mention, I’ll be waiting for you when you’re back”

I nodded my head and left not understanding what she meant by that statement. I hurried to my lesson quite early today so I could read ahead of the test.

The lesson teacher came and set up the computers for the test and the questions hit me like the wave of a blast. I was confused and I began to sweat profusely when the weather wasn’t even hot.

I knew if I failed, I would get one hell of an ass whopping, and cheating wasn’t an option because the questions were interchanging for each student.
I slowly accepted fate as I confidently answered nonsense.

I just wanted to get home, rest, and think of my life. I wish I studied for this test. The test finally came to an end and I didn’t want to stay back and discuss with my friends.

I will simply get angrier when they begin to discuss what they answered.

I zoomed back home and that’s how I got to Daniella’s place to get the key and I got stuck in the scenario I narrated earlier.

I’ll continue from where I stopped. From when we heard the voice as we started to make out.
Now I hope you’re following this story from where we paused.

That’s where we were undressing.
We heard a familiar voice and it was scary as hell.

It was my mom. What made it scarier was that she shouldn’t be home by this time.

She was knocking on Daniella’s door violently as she screamed out, “John, what are you doing inside there?”
I freaked out and I started crying. Daniella held my lips to try to keep me shut but I simply cried the more.

My mom had watched as everything unfolded. There’s no lie I would possibly tell her at this moment. Daniella opened the door and my mother came swinging in like a gladiator.

I was still undressed and quickly pulled my shorts up to my waist as I grabbed my shirt.
I was dazed with a slap that let a ringing into my ear drum. “John, why are you half naked?”

Before I could answer, another slap impaired my vision.
My tears were flowing more and more this time.

She dragged me out as I was half-dressed and told Daniella, “As for you, I’ll deal with you”
She pushed her away and she took me outside.

My mom was screaming at this point and continued hitting me. We reached our gate and asked me for the key. I stammered as I responded and told her, “It is at….at…..Daniella’s placeeee..” Another slap came in again and it nearly swept me off my feet.

She responded, “Oya, run and collect it, I’m watching you”
I ran so fast like I stole a laptop from Computer Village. I got there and Daniela was waiting with the key for me. I grabbed it and didn’t even look her in the face.

She kept on repeating, “Sorry” over and over again but I wasn’t having any of it.

I ran back home before my mom would assume I was making out with Daniella again. I reached and the beatings continued.
She beat me till I wished to be dead. I begged her that I was sorry and I wouldn’t do it again and mostly I begged her not to tell my Dad.

If not, I would crossover to the Land of the Dead tonight. My Dad came back later that evening and asked why I was in bad shape. I told him I got the bruises when I fell earlier today.

He didn’t really pay attention and he got inside to speak with my mom. I entered my room as I awaited my demise.
An hour passed, two hours, three hours. No response from him. My mom didn’t tell him.

Finally, I can sleep in peace. It was almost midnight. I took some snacks and went to bed.

It’s been one hell of a day. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. The time is 2:30am and there’s a bright light in front of me.
“Who is that?” I asked as I shivered from the end of my bed.

There was no answer. I was jilted from sleep and there was someone with a bright light in front of me. Before I could respond, a belt came upon my body. I guess my Mom told him what happened after all. I was beaten properly that fateful night.

When I recovered, I couldn’t face Daniella any longer. I became scared of women in general. We stopped keeping the key with her and Dad ended up duplicating the key so everyone had theirs. My parents kept a close mark on me and it took time to forget what I did.

It wasn’t my fault though and no one believes me. But we move.

Fast-forward to the present day, I am done with University and lonely during Valentine. I laid down on my bed remembering this escapade as I scrolled through my Instagram newsfeed. I scrolled until I encountered something intriguing.

I can bet that I know this face. I zoomed in and coincidentally it was Daniella. She was a mother of two now, good for her. I was about to scroll past her upload but the caption brought me back.

 

It seems her husband just left her. I slid into her DMs right away. It is time to end unfinished business.

Well, the older the juice, the sweeter.

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