How Lust for a Teenage Girl Ruined the Life of an Innocent Boy

PROLOGUE:

The boy sat in silence, staring blankly at the disinterested looking public defender. The lawyer, Obi Thomas, seemed like he had somewhere else to be, but like most over worked state government lawyers, he had an obligation to fulfill.

                “You can appeal. That would take years. But the evidence against you is too much”, Thomas intoned.

                The boy looked away. He seemed lost.

                “Also there’s the issue of your confession.”

                The words echoed around the holding cell. The boy seemed not to care. He stared down at his handcuffed wrists. He was resigned to fate, quietly accepting his punishment. It had been the longest five years of his life. His will to survive, to live, was gone. In his heart he had accepted punishment for the crimes he had committed…

                “Maybe on appeal”, Thomas continued, “we could get the court to strike out the death penalty.”

                Death penalty! The words jolted the boy. For once there was a flicker of fear in his eyes. Death. The ultimate punishment. He was only 22 and he was going to die, fade into nothingness.

                “But I’m afraid it doesn’t look good”, Thomas concluded.

                The boy was no more listening. He was lost in thought, taken back to the past a little over 5 years ago; how it all began; how his life changed forever; how an act of kindness became a curse to him…

PART ONE: A GOOD HEART.

Mz Ifeoma Okeke managed to park the SUV by the side of the road and muttered under her breathe. Mid 40s, divorced, well maintained, she could pass for 35. She glanced at her usually quiet 7 year old daughter, Diana. Diana, dressed for school, looked equally confused.

                Ifeoma stared at the dashboard as she tried to start the engine. It sputtered but refused to start. She tried again in vain. A deep frown on her face as she looked around helplessly.

                “Ah ah! What is this?”

                She glanced at the road. Cars were passing oblivious to her plight. She tried again, silently willing the car to start but no way. Instead the engine groaned tiredly like the battery was dying out.

                That was when she noticed someone. He was pointing at her car, under the engine. She turned to look…

                It was the boy, named David. He was saying something, approaching from the other side of the road. The look on his face told her that something was wrong. So she quickly rolled down her window.

                The boy, looking unkempt and far older than his mere 17 years of age, came closer. “Madam, fuel dey pour for your engine.”

                “Oh my God!” Ifeoma screamed and quickly jumped down.

                Diana looked scared and confused but stayed put.

                A quick look under the car revealed it all: the road was soaked with fuel from her engine.

                “What is this one now?” she wailed in despair.

                “Ah madam you get luck oh. Your motor fit burn”.

                “Thank you very much”, Ifeoma said to him. “Do you know what could be the cause?”

                “No madam, but I fit call you mechanic. One dey for there.” He pointed.

                “Thank you so much. Please do”, Ifeoma said.

                Eager to help, David jogged off. Ifeoma quickly remembered Diana. “Sweety, come down fast.”

                Diana obeyed instantly. They stood few steps away from the car.

                “I’ll be late for school, mommy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you there in time. Let’s just see what’s wrong with this stupid car.”

                They didn’t wait long. Ten minutes later, David appeared with the mechanic. A quick inspection revealed the cause of the leakage - a loose fuel pipe. It took less than 5 minutes to fix. Soon the car engine was idling.

                “Madam”, the mechanic said, “your money nah 2,000.”

                Ifeoma smiled. She could bargain for less but 2,000 was a small amount to pay. After all, like the mechanic also confirmed, the entire car could have been lost to fire, about 7 million naira wasted away.

                As she took out money from her purse, David stole a glance. Bills of 1000 naira notes. It couldn’t be less than 30, could be up to 50,000. He looked away as Ifeoma paid the mechanic.

                “Now how do I thank you, errm…?” Ifeoma started as soon as the mechanic had gone.

                “David”, David supplied.

                “Okay David. You helped me. What can I do for you?”

                David smiled. “Nothing, Ma. Nah nothing nah.”

                “Well”, Ifeoma said as she took out and handed him 5,000 naira.

                David beamed in delight. “Madam, this one too much nah. Thank you Ma. God bless you.”

                “No, thank you. You saved me.” She smiled. ‘’Okay, bye.”  She made to climb into the SUV. Diana was already seated, eager to be taken to school.

                David thought fast. “Erm Madam…”

                Ifeoma turned to him.

                “Erm… I dey do mason work, bricklaying, carpenter for house oh. In case you get any job.”

                Ifeoma considered. “Okay, do you know Kingston Street, by Commissioner’s Quarters?”

                “No. But I fit find am.”

                “Then come to number 7 tomorrow by 11. I have a job for you.”

                “Thank you Ma.”

Ifeoma smiled and entered the car. David watched as he drove off. He patted the cash in his pocket. Satisfied, he walked off.

PART TWO: AND THEN THERE WAS A GIRL.

Like most days, the rest of the day was uneventful for David. There was no work. Construction jobs were hard to come by these days. Everyone blamed it on the rainy season. But for once, David wasn’t worried.

                At 2 PM, he was done waiting for work to come by. He had other plans so he arrived at his muddy, water logged, foul smelling street around 2.45. The street was filled with wooden kiosks and poor buildings. He sat in front of one of the kiosks and waited, bought a bottle of hot beer to look cool and felt good. Today was the day. He patted his pocket. He was still 4,000 naira rich, enough to last a few days.

He didn’t wait too long. Just a few minutes past 3 he saw her. He stared lustfully as she approached…

Dressed in a short, fitted uniform, hair stylishly cut low, already full hipped and endowed with sizeable breasts at just 15 years, Nkechi was the personification of the local IT girl on the street. At her age she was hot! She was the young Mercy Johnson, the fresh sexy teenager that boys her age and older than her jerked off over in the privacy of their bathrooms. And David was no exception.  Countless times he had wanked over her while imagining himself and sometimes her on top of him. She stayed in his compound but as was common with pretty teenager, she pretended he didn’t exist. And he had never been confident enough to tell her how he felt. He couldn’t even get the courage to say hello.

But today was different. He felt confident. He had money. He had quickly gulped down his beer and at 17, one bottle was enough to give him confidence. He wasn’t much of an alcoholic and never did drugs.

Now he banished his fears and walked up to her. “Hello”, he mumbled.

Nkechi barely gave him a glance and continued walking. David walked with her.

“My name nah David. I dey live for…”

“Please what do you want? I’m hungry and I’m in a hurry.”

“Make I buy you food”, he said confidently.

Nkechi stopped. “Why?” She squeezed her face discouragingly.

“Because I like you.” His eyes settled on her breasts.

Nkechi burst into laughter. She laughed so hard that David felt ashamed. His confidence disappeared.

“You like me? Are you dreaming? You’re too small for me. You didn’t even finish secondary school. You don’t have money. You’re dirty. And you’re a common mason. And you like me. I have suffered”.

David had never felt so ashamed. In defence he blurted out, ”I get money”.

“Really? Can you afford to buy me fried rice at Nourisha?”

His confidence quickly returned. “Nah small thing.”

“With chicken?”

“Only?” He smiled coolly. He had money. Glancing at her breasts he said, “Go change. Make I take you.”

“No.”

David was taken aback. “No? I think say you dey hungry?”

“No you can’t take me there. I’ll go with my friend. If you don’t mind, just give me the money.”

David thought for a moment. This was not what he wanted but it was not so bad. If she took his money that would mean she had accepted his love. The money was a small price to pay. Soon he would be having real sex with her, no more jerking off with his hand.

“Okay. How much?”

The girl smiled mischievously. David melted foolishly. “1,500 per plate.”

“Small thing”, David said coolly.

“I will buy for my friend oh”, Ifeoma said innocently.

“Ah! That go be 3K!” David seemed alarmed.

Nkechi said impatiently, “Abeg, if you don’t want to give me, I’m going.” She started off immediately, swaying her hips as she moved.

The sight electrified David. God, he thought, she sexy die.

“Wait!”

She refused to stop.

David thought fast. He still had 3,850 after paying for the beer. Sure he could give her 3,000. He could manage the rest till tomorrow. He hustled after her.

“Okay. I go give you.”

Nkechi stopped, turned and gave him a scolding look. “Common 3K is a big problem for you and you said you like me.”

David swallowed hard at the sight of her breasts heaving up and down as she breathed. “Sorry nah”, he mumbled, “My baby, sorry.”

“Who’s your baby? The money, please?”

David counted out the money and handed it over. “Abeg, make I see you later nah. You fit come my room?”

Nkechi gave him a cold look. “So because of common 3K you want me to visit you? Abeg, take your money back.”

“No. No. No. No worry. We go see later.”

Nkechi hissed disdainfully and left. David swallowed hard as he stared at her ample behind. He would a longing in his groin. He would get that girl.

PART THREE: DESIRES OF THE FLESH.

That night, alone in his small dreadful room, David couldn’t sleep. The heat was enormous; the mosquitoes were merciless. But they were not the cause of his discomfort. He was used to the hardships of life. He had survived. He would survive. What pressed him more, denied him sleep, was the frustrations of the evening.

                He had waited in vain to speak to Nkechi again. The girl had simply refused to give him attention. At some point she had even scolded him and told him to back off. It didn’t anger but motivated him more. What he felt for her could not be ignored. He must have her, earn her love and respect. He must make his mark in her life.

                So he planned. To get that kind of girl, he needed money. Right now he was too small. He needed to work harder. That wouldn’t be a problem. David was a hustler. Sure he was young but the future was bright. After all, had he not bravely left his dreadful village months ago, abandoned the comfort of home to pursue a life in the capital. He had learned it all – bricklaying, masonry, plumbing, carpentry. He had worked at construction sites and shops and building projects. His dream was to become a foreman first then later own his own business with his own staffs. Then he would undoubtedly get Nkechi’s love and attention.

                The thought of her quickened the flow of his blood. He couldn’t forget what she had worn in the evening – a spaghetti top that showed him enough of her cleavage. She had worn no bra. Her breasts were so firm and round. He wanted to hold them, caress them, suck them and hear her moan, calling out his name and telling him how much she loved him. Then he would lift her short skirt to reveal the pleasures of heaven underneath. He desired to lift her on top of him like he had seen in a few porn movies. She would ride him hard, moaning and screaming, until they were both satisfied.

                As always, he felt instantly aroused. Then he pulled out his phallus and started fondling as he fantasized. In his head, they had wild sex. It didn’t last long. Within seconds he was groaning and splashing sperm all over himself. He sighed as he cleaned up. One day, he would have her. He would make sure of that. But how could he make his dream come true fast?

                That was when he remembered the woman. She was rich and seemed generous. He wondered what kind of job she’d have for him. Maybe, she was the key to his blessings. He counted himself lucky as he finally fell into a satisfying sleep…