Game On
I went into my room, turned on my stereo, and turned up the volume on my wyclef to the maximum that my stereo could produce. With a bottle of wine in my hand, I danced around my room. I went back to the drawer where I kept my condoms and took them all out.
I made a pact with my condoms that I would never travel down any warm path without them again, no matter what the situation was. My condoms and I agreed to be best friends.
I needed something to seal the deal with. Alas! I remembered, I had a date with my angel. . . Wouldn't it be wonderful to seal the deal with an angel. . . I’m back to the game! ! ! ! I whispered to myself.
Esther came to my room that evening as promised. I proposed to take her out but she declined, saying she was exhausted from work and would prefer we stayed indoors.
I prepared noodles with corn-beef for both of us. After the meal, we had a long talk. I told her that I had grown deep affection for her, she was already my angel and would love to be the fourth guy in her life. She said we’ve had a small connection based solely on my status.
Now that the hiv was no longer there, that we needed a new connection, and that she was willing to give it a trial. I kissed her lightly on the lips. Her response was casual, the kiss ended abruptly. “There is something you need to know about me.” she said after the brief kiss. “I’m listening.” I said. “I’m rigid and unyielding to sex.” She informed me. I took some few moments to try and understand what she meant by that. When I couldn’t figure it by myself, I asked for explanation.
“what does that mean?” I asked. “I don’t know how to put it, but I don’t enjoy sex that much. I feel my body system is not adapted to sex.” She said.
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “It’s not a laughing matter.” She said rather seriously and I tried to control the laughter. “why were you laughing?” she asked. “I’m sorry, but that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard for a long time now.” I informed her.
“its not funny, this is my life that I’m opening up to you.” I got serious and asked her to tell me more about her supposedly rigidity. She got on a long talk about how her upbringing and family background had made her shy away from sex and blush over sexuality.
She had been raised to treat sex with such contempt to the extent that it had affected her mentality towards sexuality; she unconsciously shuns anything sexuality.
She informed me that it did not only affect her negatively, it ruined all relationships she had ever gotten into. “Everything about sex and sexuality turns me off, I don’t enjoy adult films, I am not able to enjoy or participate in bedroom talks and activities, it seems that every sense of sex is offensive to me. the rigidity has imprisoned me for a long time, and I feel awful about it.” She said.
She really looked awful that I couldn’t help but feel pity for her. “You are the first person I’m opening up to about this because I really want to overcome it. It ruined the few relationships I had and affects my confidence and esteem levels terribly.”
No wonder she had only slept with three guys all her life. I guess the rigidity made her shun away from sex and thereby, ruining the relationships she had managed to go into. “I’ve dated just three guys, but have had sex less than that number.” She said like she was reading my mind.
Damn! She had sex less than three times? This was more serious than I had imagined. “you are into the medical field, isn’t there something you can do about it?” I asked. “it’s not a medical condition, it’s a psychological one; just like being a drug addict, rigidity is a mindset which destroyed my previous relationships, and can ruin my future marriage if it goes on unchecked.”
Wow! I thought about it again, waiting patiently for her to continue. But she didn’t. She looked sober enough for me to know she was in dire need of help. I’m not a shrink, but I think I can help her out. What the heck, I just need her cooperation, and within weeks, she will be a sex addict, just like me.
“I think I can help.” I said calmly. “but I will need your cooperation. It’s the least I can do for you for bringing back my life that I lost.” “in what ways do you need my cooperation?” she asked.
“You have to trust me, and I will gradually draw you out of your shell and take you to cloud nine that you will keep asking for more.” I said. She smiled at me. “ok, no problem, but don’t be disappointed if it doesn’t work.” She added. This is a challenge! Game on!
The next morning, I met Nina downstairs when I went to get water at the tank inside the hostel. The caretaker informed us that the pumping machine had a problem and couldn’t pump water upstairs to the overhead thanks that supply us water.
It could only manage to pump water to the tanks downstairs, so we all had to fetch from there. We talked for a while and I asked why she doesn’t come upstairs to my room again.
She made mention of the girlfriend that was staring at her the other night like she was a terrorist. I laughed about it and told her that the so called girlfriend she was referring to was no longer with me.
“what happened?” she asked. “It’s a long story, but if you can come upstairs this evening, with the same sexy nightie you wore last time, we will have enough time to talk about it.” I said and she smiled.
“I hope nobody will break my head!” she said jokingly and I laughed. “nobody dares that when I’m there with you.” I said. I got a call from the principal of the government girls secondary school later that day. He wanted to know why I had not shown up for work for the past two weeks. I told him I had terminated our arrangement the same day he threatened to report me to NYSC because of my hiv status .
I told him I wasn’t comfortable working around people that stigmatize hiv positive people. He apologized for his comments and actions and pleaded that I return to the school. I was not satisfied with his apology. It sounded selfish and one-sided.
So when I ended the call, I decided I wasn’t going back to the school. I called my angel later. We had agreed to commence her therapy later on in the week. She said she was going to be busy at work. I didn’t want fatigue to hinder her progress, so I was going to start when she was fresh.
Start what? I still had not made up my mind on where to start or how to go about it, but I was sure there was a remedy to rigidity to sex. A snake bite is treated with snake venom; so rigidity to sex could only be treated likewise; More sex! we talked about her work and later ended the call.
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Later that night, Nina came up to my room. She wore the same super-sexy nightie but did not come up with any book or movie this time around. I let her in and locked the door behind.
She fell heavily on the bed, revealing a huge part of her bare laps. I sat on the bed as she blabbed about how stressful her day was. I let myself wander away at the sight of those succulent laps. The nightie revealed her smooth curves and the sexy pants she was putting on.
She came for a single purpose, and its obvious she was going to get it. All of it! Her br’eas’t were almost bulging from the smooth silk holding it in, while she threw her hands sideways as she talked, revealing the full bursty curves of the bossoms.
"Now, tell me about your girlfriend," the question continued. After a while, she did finally say something that piqued my interest. She continued to refer to chifawu as my girlfriend throughout our conversation. How was I going to explain to her the entire saga of my struggle with HIV and how our relationship came to an end? Of course not.
"although the story is a boring one, I find you to be quite interesting. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's move on to the interesting.
"Really?" She asked the question rhetorically.
She greeted me with a grin and asked, "What exactly do you find interesting?" "Allow me to demonstrate." I said as I moved closer to her and planted a kiss on her mouth. I kissed her once more, and this time I felt her response. When I kissed her again, she responded in full, and we continued to passionately kiss each other after that.
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