Catching Up

She was charming and sweet, she knew what she wanted and went after it. When she noticed me slipping away from her, she didn't back down. Her determination to complete the cleaning task was admirable.

I admire bold girls because they are mature, knowing what they want and going after it. Then I thought of Jane. We didn't really connect again after our passionate f'u'ck.

I realized I was more like her ex-boyfriend, Ken. She preferred that I resemble Ken rather than myself. Everything I did reminded her of Ken, including my malizia, height, and smile.

The f'u'ckk was the only thing she noticed was different. She admitted that she had never had it so good; something had to be different! As I remembered Oge, my heart skipped a beat.

I was curious as to what was going on with her. It was still strange how someone abruptly took her away from me. I was well aware that I lacked commitment and devotion.

For crying out loud, it was camp! I knew whatever that new guy had to offer wasn't something I could provide.

It could be money, commitment, or devotion; as a typical Igbo girl, I'm sure the guy had a fat wallet; not just a fat wallet, but also a zeal to spend. Rita came to mind. I was still pining after her dark curly hair.

My only regret was that I hadn't tidied her up yet. That night, while we watched the dance competition, I had a rare opportunity. I would have gone to the club with her if the ugly one hadn't already arranged chicks for us to tidy, just to feel those rich, thick hairs that will cover her c'u'nt. 

Move it! Move it Double up up, Double up up!! Outside, the shouts of the military men interrupted my thoughts.

I dressed up and prepared for the parade. The morning parade started as usual. We were informed that the redeployment list would be pasted later that day after the announcements were made.

Some social activities were planned for that night; Sunday night would be the main Social night; Monday morning would be the endurance trek; Monday night would be camp fire night; and Tuesday morning would be the official camp closing.

That evening, we were scheduled to play our third-place football play-off, while our ladies were scheduled to compete in the final of their volleyball competition.

We observed the selected marching team as they prepared for the closing ceremony. The program was rehearsed exactly as it would be performed: from the arrival of state dignitaries to the governor's arrival, to state and national salutes, to the marching proper - from slow march to fast march.

The military was so well-organized and meticulous that they paid attention to every single detail. They start over if they make a single mistake.

Wangu approached me after the parade to complain about the girl who was supposed to represent us in Miss Nysc.

She left yesterday and said she might not return until the day we leave camp. She appeared distressed by the recent development. "We'll get another girl." I tried to console her, but she was convinced that finding her replacement would be impossible because her name and passport had already been submitted to the social services unit.

"Can't we get it back?" I inquired of her. "First and foremost, we need a replacement." She was extremely distressed. We both began to consider every possible platoon representative.

Those we approached declined, claiming that it was too abrupt and that they needed time to prepare. Then I thought of Chifawu. I looked for her because it was obvious she was at the Obs. Then I called her and requested that she meet me at the volleyball court.

She arrived almost instantly. I informed her of the unexpected development and asked her to compete for the platoon. "Do you believe I have a chance?" She inquired.

"You are beautiful, charming, and above all, intelligent, and I believe you can answer any question they throw at you." I responded.

She paused for a few moments, as if considering the ups and downs. "Would you please do this for us?" She said she didn't know what kind of questions to expect, so I promised to educate her later in the evening.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" She inquired. "Please, yes." I'll be delighted to see you crowned Ms Nysc." I replied to her with a smile. "Will you teach me what I need to know?" She inquired once more, as if to be certain.

"I promise," I will do my best to teach you what you need to know. "Give me the form." She stated. It was one of the wisest choices I made during camp.

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Later that day, the ugly one called to tell me that his name had appeared on the redeployment list. He's been reassigned to Imo state.

He sounded extremely happy and asked me to meet him at the mami. I later joined him, and he was clearly having a good time.

He told me that we were going to the club that night. That I am free to bring any girl I want.

I was going to consider it. Who to go clubbing with and then f'u'ck her with? I could try to persuade Rita... Or maybe Sonia...

In the evening, I joined my platoon for the third-place play-offs against platoon 3. This platoon had been defeated by platoon 5 and was set to face platoon 10 in the finals later on.

Etisalat' came with their nice vans and were already spreading awareness in the camp that evening. They were the event sponsors for the upcoming dance and drama competition that night.

They were selling phones and lines to corporations, running mini-promotions, and handing out free recharge cards, t-shirts, and face caps, among other things. The game began with me and Sanni once again manning the defense.

We were more daring this time, pushing forward and launching a series of attacks. We scored the game's lone goal near the end of the first half. That's how the game ended, and we finished third.

I arrived just in time to see our girls being beaten blue black by platoon 9 girls. It was a one-way street. I noticed that the team captain was not present. When I inquired about her, Adeola informed me that she was at the hostel, obviously not feeling well.

At the very least, they took second place. After all, the fainters platoon wasn't doing so bad. I returned to the hostel to freshen up after the game. The ugly one was clearly still at mami.

I was still thinking about his request and trying to decide who to go with. I went through the manuals that were given to us after we registered. They contained vital information such as the names of the camp director and officials.

They also include information about Kogi state and other items required for the Ms Nysc competition. I scribbled some notes and prepared for my tutorial with Chifawu.

She later called to say she had already given her passport to Wangu and was ready for the tutorial. I left the hostel and went to where she was to give her tutorials... It was a great tutorial session.

There was a lot of love in the air! With only three days left, it appeared that every corp member was attempting to get some action before leaving camp.

Some came into camp after hearing stories about sex-capades going on, but after getting almost to the end of camp without any, they decided to launch attacks in order to get some action.

Corpers walked around in pairs, holding hands and occasionally daring to kiss in public. I checked the sky to make sure there wasn't a full moon or something. Chifawu had texted me earlier to meet her in front of the accounts section.

She had planned for us to go to Obs' main studio for the rehearsals. "Everywhere smells of sin!" She laughed and joked as I approached her in front of the accounts office.

"What do you anticipate?" I responded. "You have no idea how many guys actually asked me out today alone." She stated. I was curious how she would react if a guy asked her out.

Was she always as polite as she was? I asked if she ever felt like she was missing out on the fun of camp, and she said no. "This isn't play; it's youthful exuberance." She then inquired, almost as an afterthought.

"Do you believe I'm missing out?" I considered it for a few moments. Is she truly missing out? Was there anything you didn't like about camp? Was it worth it to have fun at camp? Some may give you a negative response, but I had a great time at camp.

Having sex was just the cherry on top. Making friends, hanging out, and mixing with people of different customs, religions, and backgrounds was all part of the fun.

The sex part, on the other hand, was excellent. "I still have the feeling I'm missing out on camp." She said this before I could answer her question. It appeared that the stress of camp was gradually softening her.

"If you missed anything, you can always catch up, beginning with the form you're holding now." I pointed to the duplicate form of the Ms Nysc pageant, which had Nestle foods boldly written on top as the sponsors.

We were talking in front of the accounts office, making no effort to get to the obs studio.

I noticed there were benches behind the office so I directed her to them. Because it was more secluded, the back of the office was not visible. There were files all over the marbled floor, and cartons of documents had been dumped and ignored outside.

We could see because of the light shining through one of the office windows.

She didn't object to the secluded new location I took her to; instead, she relaxed on one of the benches and I sat next to her.

She opened her waist bag and took out the photos we took a few days ago. I had almost forgotten about the photos and didn't even consider going back to get them.

They were lovely, and she looked stunning in them. The digiital lens, combined with some photographic effects, transformed her into a model.

She was absolutely stunning! "Ladies and gentlemen, join hands for Ms Nysc, kogi state!" I laughed as I looked at the photos.

She burst out laughing at my joke. I went through the pictures one by one, especially the ones where we were holding hands like couples. "A lot of my hostel friends have been asking me about this picture." She stated.

"They believe I'm dating you and am keeping it from them." I'm aware of how some girls behave. When they see someone who claims to be holy, they start watching her to see if she's hiding something and covering it up with holiness.

"What did you say to them?" I inquired. "I was honest with them. That you were my friend."

"What if I don't just want to be a friend?" What if I want something more substantial?" I inquired, and she simply stared at me.

I approached her and planted a light kiss on her lips. She didn't say anything, nor did she object, so I kissed her again, and again... Then she replied... For a few minutes, we kissed.

I was expecting her to step back and warn me, but she didn't. As we kissed and sucked on each other's tongue, I held her at the back of her head, lightly caressing her back.

I was curious as to how she learned to kiss so well. Probably at Sunday school or one of the CASOR seminars held at her school. Some things simply come naturally... Finally, I broke up the kiss.

She looked at me as if I were denying her something that was rightfully hers. It was a deep look of desire and hunger, or perhaps resentment and hatred!

Whatever it was, it was intense, and I needed to kiss her again. She broke up the kiss this time and told us to remember why we were there before we got carried away.

"I'm not afraid to get carried away with you." She smiled as I said this. "This is new to me. Let's just practice what you brought. We'll discuss it later." She stated.

"Should we discuss it or finish it later?" I asked teasingly, and she smiled once more. "Whichever... " We practiced the paper I brought with me. Names of the state governor, deputy, camp commandant, camp director, and other top nysc officials in the state, local governments in kogi, different tribes and languages in kogi, nysc anthem, Nigerian anthem, pledge, and much more.

It was a lengthy list, but we went over it thoroughly. She was bright and intelligent, and she crammed everything into the book.

We noticed that the area was almost deserted after the rehearsal. The hall's loud speakers were blasting out loud music.

Etisalat's show had already begun. Ms. Nysc was to be held the following day, while this night would see the conclusion of events such as pretty face, Mr. Macho, best drama, and best dance groups.

The ugly one will be waiting for me outside the camp for the party. I hadn't decided who to accompany.

Sonia was performing at the Etisalat show that night, but there was still the option of going with wangu or chifawu. It was a long shot, but I have a strong conviction prowess that I could use at any time.

She was in no hurry to leave the secluded location where we were after the rehearsal, so we continued kissing. I tried going further, but she refused to give in.

She was enjoying my kisses and light touches on her breast, which I was doing through the safety of her polo. My phone rang, and it was the ugly one, as I had suspected.

He inquired about my route and whether I was prepared for the show. I told him to wait a minute and that I would get back to him later.

"You're a bad boy." He laughed and hung up the phone. I was curious how he found out I was doing strange things. That guy was gifted in the wrong way! I was thinking to myself.

"Let's head to the center." She stated. I considered it for a moment before making my decision. I wasn't going to a party with the ugly one when I could spend the night with a sweet girl.

Who knows, one thing might lead to another and we might find ourselves in a groove that night. Even if we didn't, I cared about her in ways other than sex.

The ugly one is welcome to his party. He's trying to have more fun at kogi before returning to imo, whereas I'll be there for a full year. It was one of the best decisions I'd ever made.

We exited the accounts section and made our way to the hall... My evening was about to begin.