She passed me a note in class. Her number scrawled across it in bold red letters, with the inscription “call me maybe.”
Damn! She had been my crush for two years straight now. I called. She picked.
She asked me, “I see the way you look at me. Wanna have fun?”
My voice shakes like China in an earthquake. My hands refuse to grab the phone. My body floods with sweat.
I replied: “dare me!” trying to play the cool guy.
She sets a date. I mark my calendar.
What she doesn’t know is that I’m a virgin. My stomach turns at the thought. It’s college for Christ’s sake. Virg… What’s that?
I practice my moves. I watch porn. A lot of porn.
What if my thing’s not big enough for her? God forbid I fizzle out early. What if she’s had better men?
And the day came. She walked into my dorm, roommate was out. I go over the moves in my head. We kiss. I let my hands roam. Smoothly like in my practice, I pull out a condom. And then she paused.
“Baby please go gentle on me. It’s my first time.”
We were the last virgins standing at Northwestern University.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Written by Ayomide O’tega