-A Girl Named Damilola

Must Read: A Girl Named Damilola… Part 1

This Is A New story written by Metalgear……. Read Below

When I was a young man of 13 years my favorite uncle took it upon himself to give me some free advice that I have never forgotten.

“Deji”, he said, “Don’t make the same mistake I did. When I was young like you I was too fussy about women, so I didn’t get to [email protected] as often as I would have liked. Don’t be ashamed to have s?x with uglier women, don’t be ashamed if she’s a little heavy.
As long as she isn’t filthy and dirty, then go ahead and f?ck her, regardless of what your friends think. I regret being so picky, and now I’m too old to do anything about it!!”

Now granted he was pretty full of beer at the time as it was always at one joint he always tells me to escort him to with the promise of one big plate of isi-ewu and malt to wash it down with, I always endured his drunken rants and stories. Don’t get me wrong, I really looked up to him and took what he said to heart, especially in the ladies department.

Fast forward a couple of years to my senior year in secondary school. I was a popular guy, and did okay with the ladies. Our Chemistry class was divided into different study groups of four students each, and just my luck, Damilola was in my group.
Dammy wasn’t very pretty. In fact, she was very plain. Her parents were quite poor so she didn’t dress very well, her dirty plaited hair was shaggy. She didn’t seem to have much of a personality either, but years of torment and teasing from her fellow classmates probably had alot to do with her sour demeanor. Her only redeeming qualities were that she had a pretty good body, but no guy in my class would ever admit that to another, and she had fantastic lips. Full, red, and pouty. But still….she was just plain Dammy.
Plain, ugly Dammy.
It happens that we had a project to do, and it was decided we should get together on the weekend to decide what we were gonna do. Dammy offered to have it at her place since it was more or less central to where the rest of us lived. We agreed to meet there on Saturday afternoon. The two other guys in my group confided to me that there was no way they were REALLY gonna go to her house, and suggested that I should ditch too…but grades were too important to me, and I really didn’t want to hurt her feelings

The okadaman dropped me in front of an old house. It was the first time I’d ever seen it, and it was a good thing it was hidden.
It was old looking, beat up with windows barely hanging on. The paint was peeling window was covered with see thru plastic, another one just with a garbage bag. As I walked up to knock on the door, I met Dammy’s mother who was just stepping
out. She was very pleasant and seemed happy that her daughter had a friend. She told me Dammy was inside and that she would be away for the afternoon.
Just as she was getting into her old car she hollered to me jokingly, “Now you kids behave yourselves while I’m gone !!”…I laughed and said not to worry…but inside I was thinking…”yeah..I don’t think you have much to worry about !!!”
I walked inside and found Dammy at the dining table with her books out. The inside of the house was a stark contrast to the outside. While the furnishings weren’t expensive or fashionable, they were nice and made the place feel very homey. But it didn’t take long for my eyes to divert back to her. She stood up and offered me a hug, which I accepted. As she went to the fridge to get me the bottle of Pepsi she had offered to get for me I could barely take my eyes off her.
She was wearing a pair of tight cut-off jean shorts, and a white t-shirt, just as snug. I never realized how large her b??bs were, but I sure noticed how they bounced as she strode across the living room.
She opened the fridge and bent over to get the Pepsi from the bottom shelf, and my eyes must have bulged out of my head when I noticed the bottom of her ?ss cheeks sticking out ever so slightly from her shorts. Suddenly, as if in a dream, my uncle’s words came flooding back to me. I was getting excited by this girl !! She asked me to sit down, her voice snapping me out of my trance. God, she was so homely, so plain… I thought of how it would be to bang her and I couldn’t get my mind off of it. But we had to hit the books, and for a while I managed to concentrate on the task at hand.

After a few hours we managed to get alot accomplished so we decided to take a break. She refreshed my Pepsi and invited me to the backyard of the house. We sat on a bench and talked small talk, and I realized that Dammy was actually a nice girl. No one really ever took the time to get to know her. By now it was about 5pm, but the sun on the back porch was hot. Dammy’s skin was glistening in the heat, and her top was sticking to her body. Her full br?asts were teasing me, and I began to get excited. She was talking away… I could hear her but I wasn’t listening. We were sitting sideways on the bench now, facing each other. My eyes darting from her eyes to her br?asts, to her crotch, and back again. I couldn’t concentrate, and I think she noticed, but she never let on that she did.


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