I was in primary 5 by this time and was becoming matured daily but something got me marveled so I rushed to Aunty for explanation. “Why is it that my Thing is always hard whenever I see Debby in my class and anytime she looks at me” I asked aunty Uche; “maybe it is because Debby likes you and wants you to touch her wee wee” aunty replied me. Wow, the fantasy of going under Debby’s skirt filled my mind. Anytime I saw Debby, all I ever imagined was what was under that skirt of hers.
Most times in class, I frequently bent under my seat to know if Debby was opening her legs so that I could peep and see her pant which would be a great achievement for me; but all to no avail. Then suddenly, I realized that anytime I looked at Debby, she was already looking at me. I always removed my eyes immediately from her side.But one day, I bent almost as usual to peep under Debby’s skirt, I found out that her legs were wide open already. WOW!! I shouted almost loud and raised my head immediately while I was still thinking about the kind of luck I had today. Then I decided to have a clean peep; this time around, I cleaned my eyes and looked around to make sure I had a clear sight, then I took the look. Just like magic, Debby’s legs were opened wider this time around. I didn’t hesitate to stand up, I made sure I remained there till the teacher’s cane lightly made me stand. “What are you peeping under?” the teacher asked me, “emm emm” I stammered till i was asked to go stand in front of the class and help solve the classwork on the board. I did it quite well to my teacher’s amazement. “wow! you all should copy him and be as brilliant as he is” my teacher told the class. “Clap for him!” said my teacher. While they were still clapping, my gaze was still on Debby, who was still staring back at me as I made my way to my plastic desk.
While going home, Debby touched my back and ran to her father who was waiting to pick her at the gate. I stayed back at school with Steph, waiting for our driver who was never going to come on time. Who cares, I was already use to his late coming. That night was one of the most sweetness night ever.
That night was one of the most sweetest night ever. Between the legs of Aunty Uche, I told her every detail of what happened in school. She cheered me up at some point and at a time, told me that she is becoming jealous. “Why?” I asked her. ” Don’t you know that your thing is meant only for me?” she replied me gently. “But I also like Debby, and I want to touch her wee wee” I told Aunty Uche. She told me the possible ways that can be possible and then I started looking for a way to allow me touch Debby’s wee wee.
After school we always stay back at school to allow our parents come pick us. Today being Wednesday, we waited for daddy’s driver to come and pick us, but we didn’t see him. We were few children in the school compound and guess what, Debby was also with us!! One other boy called Emeka who was way bigger than I but respected me, maybe because he heard I came into their school from another school in the United Kingdom (Story for another day). Steph my sister was playing with her classmates while I and Emeka with Debby in my class were chasing ourselves like police and thief. Suddenly, Debby tripped and fell and stained herself with a lot of dirt. Emeka brought up the idea of using the shower in our class. But we had a little problem as to which gender will bath first; because, everybody wanted to bath too. Due to our inconclusive argument, we decided to go in all together.
Debby actually was quite older than we were, her breasts were developed already. And when she pulled, I saw black things which looked like hairs around her waist region. “What is that”? I asked Debby while she smiled at me. She asked Emeka to go outside and use the other shower since our own bathroom is already “[b]crowded[/b]”. I asked Debby if I could see what the black thing was, without even finishing my statement, she brought my hands closer and lo they were hairs. “Not only here oo, even under, small are still coming out” said Debby staring at my trouser. “Remove your own na” she reminded me. She was actually surprised at what she saw. “Can I touch your thing?” she asked me and happily I said yes. She quickly grabbed hold of my pee pee and directed my hands towards hers. While still feeling something different than what I have always felt before, I heard Steph shouting my name. I quickly disengaged our Touching Touching and I quickly wore my short half haggardly while I made for our car with our driver. Meanwhile our teachers were inside the parlor of the school, watching a home video while the Gateman attended to visitors. Who Cares By The Way??
Our driver kept asking me why I was wet, but I explained to him how someone poured water on my cloths and ran away. I believe he bought the story because he was simply being apologetic and even stopped along the road to buy us Meat-pie and Ice-cream. I was having a flashback of what happened in the bathroom, while I munched my snack in happiness and the anticipation of getting home and explaining what happened today to aunty Uche!!