My Nysc service ,a story by mable

πŸ™‰ MY NYSC SERVICE πŸ™‰

✊ EPISODE 9 ✊

“Inspite of all the girls I had, I was still
respected in school by students and fellow
staff because I was a very gentle (bad) guy.
Extremely quiet. The principal took me like
her own son, the girls took me like their
husband and most importantly, Mrs veronica took
me like her best friend.
Later on, I got to meet Mrs veronica’s kids and
husband… what a family… perfect. One day,
the principal called me and told me that she
has been hearing some rumors about me
chasing her girls but that she didn’t believe it
though.
I told her that Girls would always gossip.
My name was cleared. I began to experience
what it feels like to be like davido and wizkid because
these girls would scream, bang their desk,
hug me allover whenever I came to class and
virtually everyone of them was willing to fuck
me. Life was feeling surreal to me.
I loved that life, but hey, I still was anxious to
round up my service so I could go get a good
job. But I had problems too: some of the girls
I sexviced would always get mad whenever
they saw me with a different girl.
Also, I still had to be dodging the ones who
wanted re-sexvicing because I had more girls
whom I needed to sexvice.
For these reasons, I decided to take a break
from the school scene and hit on a few
outsiders.
*one weekend morning*
I woke up, did my house chores, cooked,
played music, played my ps2 for a while then
slept. Woke up in the evening. No girls would
be visiting today.
I was on break, or so I thought.
Around 6pm I decided to check on mike a friend of mine who stayed in the same
compound with me. His girlfriend Tonia always
stayed with him on weekends. I knocked at his
door, a female responded which I expected to
be Tonia . She said “yes, come in”.
I walked in and saw a cute girl who was
preparing spices for soup. Damn! She was cute asf
, and thick too. This had to be Tonia
best friend whom she always talked about. We
greeted and I sat down.

I asked her about my Guy, She said him and Tonia went out to get some films to watch.
I asked her  name, and she tells me "ADA" .
Ada was putting on loose gown but
her a$$ still shoot out. She got a lovely sexy 'come and fuck me' voice ' one of the reason i love to hear her voice always.
We chatted for a while, and we got to know a
few things about ourselves (she even attended
the secondary school I was serving at). Then
she excused herself to go and keep the soup
spices she was mixing in the kitchen.
Omg ! Her as$ was fat with nice
narrow hips. Damn! She’s the one. Meanwhile
she kept making calls to some Guy yelling at
him that he wants to dump her and she
wouldn’t let that happen.
I was surprised to discover that such a cute
and collected girl could nag. Truth be told, it
knocked it off balance a little.When I asked
what the problem was, she would say it’s
personal. I felt demoralized and said to myself
“you’ve lost it. She’s hooked and wild”. But
then again, I still kept my fingers crossed.
Who knows? You can never say when it comes
to girls. They are a complicated and complex
kind of beings. Sometimes, i doubt if lord
himself understands women.
We continued to chat but, it Wasn’t lively as
before the phone calls and nagging. She told
me  that I sounded like a player. My Guy
and his girlfriend came back around 25
minutes later, and we all talked about her
heartbreak and cheating boyfriend,
relationships and all that bullsh’it.
All the while, I didn’t really contribute because
relationships and love was not my thing.
Moreover, I was kind of a heartbreaker myself.
Always trying to fuck pu$$Y … that’s all, no love.
That’s how much gangster music had
influenced me. But sometimes I do wonder
what it’s like to truly love.
Ada was still depressed and sad and it was
killing our spirit. Later, my Guy called me out
and suggested that we all go and hang out
somewhere. He said I should woo ada , that
it will be classic. Four best friends.
It was almost 7. 45pm, so we decided to go and
hang out at the bar of a popular hotel
around…. it was time for ada to stand up…
you guessed right … I stole a glance at her a
$$…. gracious lord !!
We all left the house and started walking down
to the hotel. We walked in twos: I and my Guy,
Tonia and ada . While we walked, I kept telling
my Guy my intention of fu’cking Sandra if she
would agree to spend the night with us.
We got to the bar, sat at a table for four and
called the waiter. We ordered for beer but to
my greatest surprise, aday ordered for a red
label wine!. There and then, I concluded that I
would not have anything to do with ada
after this night. I don’t care if you’re Mona
Lisa, but I would never be with a girl that
blows my money like breeze.
Luckily the waiter came back and said they’d
run out of wines. Only beer. Phew!! Thank you,
Sweet lord !!!.
We sat, drinking, my Guy and Tonia were really
getting along, being romantic and all that but I
and ada weren’t really doing well. Just
chat and stop, every now and then. She was
depressed and now getting tipsy, there wasn’t
much that I could do to cheer her up.
She kept calling her ex on the phone, cursing
and nagging. Hell, I got problems of my own
too.
I was drinking in silence, thinking about my life
and how much I loved my mum. My family…
I’d die for them.
Sometimes, ada would stare at me,I wondered what she was
thinking.
Really pretty girl. no doubt.
It was almost 8:50 pm and we decided to
leave. I and my Guy split the bill. Ada said
she wanted to go home. Omg !, is that How my dough will waste just like that? …
Tonia called ada aside and begged her to
spend the night with us. She told her that she
was too high and looked too tipsy to go home
and that it was already getting too late
(around 9:15pm). After a little contemplation,
Ada decided to spend the night.
We all got to my Guy’s room, ate some
spaghetti and began to watch some Fu”cked
up home video. Ada just lay on the bed, not
speaking. My Guy and Tonia went outside to give
us some privacy… I needed to talk her into
spending the night in my room.
“ADA”
No response
“ADA”
Still no response.
“You should come and join me in my room. I
need someone to talk to and keep me
company”
Still no response.
“stop acting up. If you don’t like me, say so.
I’d just go.”
“Its not that I don’t like you but I’m not in a
good mood. I need time to heal.”
My joystick says no time bit”ch!
“I could heal you”
My peoplez, hope you understand the kind of healing I mean
.
She got angry and look straight to my eyes and says,
“If that’s what you want, you’re wasting your
time. I’m not coming to your room”
My heart sank. Damm , my #2,500 ?. Just wasted like that omg!.
I placed my palm in hers. There’s a magical
thing about holding hands with a girl. Told her
a few touching stuff about how I didn’t mean
s3x and that she was really a nice girl. I then
said:
“It’s ok. We shouldn’t quarrel over nothing. I
meant everything I’ve told you. Take care.
Good night.”
She dont even answer me at all. Her eyes were
closed like she was sleeping But I knew she
heard all I said and that it got to her.
I stood up and went to my room. Put on my
CD disk and starting playing "hit em up" album
(2pac sharkur ). With the Highness from the beer
and rap music in my ears, I drifted to another
realm. Momentarily, I forgot about the evening:
Ada , the #2,500 I just wasted (my biggest
regret) . Lol.
I think I was already half asleep in my room,
just me and music…. Hip-hop was consoling
my soul…. then I heard a knock on my door.
“Corper!, Corper!”
Looked at the time on my phone: 11:48 pm.
What the fu”ck?
I stood and went to open the door …..
.....

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