DATE RAPE II

Contd.

"Ma, my father is the managing director of ...
Yes, Tope hadn't always been that way. It began when she was about 14 years old, she met Ibrahim, the son of one of her father's wealthy clientele. The 21-year-old fun-seeker mistook her for being up to 18. Tope didn't bother telling him her real age. She loved the feelings that came with the way Ibrahim looked at her, the tight knots in her belly. She thought they made her feel like a woman.
Tope was far too physically matured for age. Well rounded breasts and her hips were even more curvy and pronounced than a 19 year old's. Only for one thing which often betrayed her, her voice. She sounded like the child which she truly was.
The two soon morphed into love birds, secretly meeting each other in secret love nests all over the city.
She had had her first kiss with Ibrahim.
You see, Ibrahim had suspected on several occasion that she might've been younger but oh, no, what did he care? He was totally loving the escapades.
What he wanted was to savour the young naïve girl while he could before he would travel to face his studies in Canada.
He was all Tope could think of. She was infatuated. She thought about him day and night, swooned over him, even her screen saver was a picture of Ibrahim. Ever since the two began to see each other, she guarded her phone with utmost care. No one was allowed to see their love-sex chats on her inbox. No one. They were for her eyes alone.
She enjoyed the times he whispered sweet empty nothings into her ears. Her hormones were raging! They were alive!
But there was one thing about Ibrahim that bothered Tope so much. He had been asking of sex from her but each time, she refused. He called her a coward and threatened to call it quits with her if she wasn't ready to have sex yet.
A week before Ibrahim left for Canada, Tope visited him in a friend's house. Ibrahim and his friend treated her with all regality. She drank up the glass of soft drink kept before her. Soon after his friend left the room, they began kissing on the bed. Tope's eyes turned reddish. Before one could say "Eledumare" she had already slipped into a state oblivion—unconscious.

To be contd.
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