**Must Read: S*x As She Taught Me - Season 1 - Episode 8**

7 years ago

**Must Read: S*x As She Taught Me - Season 1 - Episode 8**

The light inside came on,Stephanie had woken
up. I looked at my watch,it was getting to 9pm.

I made to stand up,dusted my short just as i
heard the door creak open.

“Hey,why are u outside?,i didnt know you were
awake already”. I told her i just needed some
fresh air,and i didnt wanna sleep too much so
i’d be able to sleep at night.

“Ok”,she replied.

“I didnt cook anything,we have to go into the
school to eat. Do you wana go with me?”.

“Yeah,get dressed na”. I just realised i was very
hungry. I didnt even remember food until she
mentioned it,my soliloquay had jaded my
reasoning.

We set out into the night,walking side by
side,under the array of solar panelled street
lights,which beautifully adorned the paved
street. She suggested we race to the next
speed bumps. I obliged and so we raced. She
was light on her feet,and i wasnt particularly a
good runner. I was so happy running down that
street,beaming with a loud laugh as the wind
gushed past my face. She beat me,or i let her
win,depending on what you believe. She teased
me endlessly,playfully laughing in my
face,asking how on earth i lost to a girl. I told
her she was very athletic,and that she won
fairly. I could do just about anything to please
her.Panting from the short race,i squated in
front of her,implored her to hop onto my back,i
wanted to carry her all the way.

Damn i was tired,but i didnt relent,i was
definitely gonna carry her till we got to the first
shop.

“I know your about to collapse,but it feels good
riding on your back,lazy âss.”,she teased again.

I pretended to trip her and she
screamed,chuckling while landing light
punches on my back. I laughed along,albeit
uncontrollably. There are moments you share
with that special someone,that you would never
forget,and i tell you,its the little things,the
shared laughter,the playful pranks and the
naughty subtle acts. You never forget them. Its
hard to remember alot of things from the good
times in your past,but this little things act as
cues,gently reinforcing your belief in
tommorow,telling you that two hearts can
connect,and that love exists,no matter how
much we deny it.

Opting for the local bread and egg
sandwiches,expertly made by the hausa food
sellers,who always beckoned you to patronize
them in a funny way,we sat on the stone
benches and ate,talking intermittently btw
bites. Then we drank beverages,and headed
back home,playing as we walked.
There was a bright moon that night,and shiny
stars illuminating the skies above us. Our
shadows formed a triangle as we stood in front
of the gate,admiring the night sky. Occasionally
a car would zoom past,and we’d hurl insults at
the fading car,finding a familiar solace in our
mischief. When a car would seem to be slowing
down,we’d scramble the gate open,running
inside,and then coming out again when the car
dissappeared.When we finally went into the
yard,we sat on the porch steps,and continued
gisting. She straddled my legs,while i massaged
her heels. We talked about virtually
everything,jumping from topic to
topic,sometimes not even completing
one,before nonchalantly switching to another.

It was music,her family,mine,her
fears,escapades,childhood years,food,and even
embarrassing stories,or times when we faltered.
I told her things i had never told anyone,i
trusted her and i knew she understood me so
well. It was easy talking to her,i let go of every
restrain,at the same time making sure to listen
carefully,not judging her,just laughing at the
silly stories and picking up every message.

“Your such a good listener,you know
right?”,”Alot of girls will enjoy you”.

“Hmmmmm,probably”,i replied.

“I wish we were age mates,or i had met you
first”,she said again,after a lengthy pause.

My heart started beating fast,i thought i was
gonna have a heart attack right there. This was
what i had been waiting for,and she had
brought it up unexpectedly,giving me no time
to brace myself. I looked at her,trying hard to
search her face,to know how she felt saying
these words,or her general facial expression,but
even the moon was not enough. I could not
make out her eyes,i could not see her face,i
couldnt tell how she felt. I turned my
head,staring straight ahead,trying to say
something,anything. The words formed in my
head,but became tired lumps in my throat
when i tried to open my mouth. Seeing as i was
not responding,she kept on talking,pausing at
times to let me reply,and then continuing when
i didnt. I bowed my head btw my knees,trying
hard to push away the anguish,pretending she
wasnt talking to me. Subconciously her words
still permeated into my being,pricking me like a
thousand needles. I felt moisture on my knees,i
thought i was sweating,but when i brought my
hand to my eyes,they were moisty,i didnt know
when it built up. I felt a tight knot in my
chest,like i was suffocating,i could hear
anymore,i stood up and went inside the
room,falling tiredly on the bed. I didnt even
bother to take off my clothes,i just lay there,the
pillow covering my head,entirely thoughtless.