How I Fell In Love With A Pair Of Legs

 

Legs

It was November 2017. Alex had graduated from university a few months earlier and was finally taking the break he desperately needed before heading off for national service. The past few years had been brutal. He’d fought a bitter battle with the school authorities when they rusticated him for poor academic performance. He refused to go down without a fight, demanded to resit the exams, and passed with flying colors. To rub salt in the wound, he publicly mocked the administration and exposed how they sold grades for cash. Victory tasted sweet.

He had sworn to himself: after all that stress, he would rest. No pressure, no drama—just recovery and a little fun.

One lazy afternoon, he was sprawled on the bed scrolling through Facebook, not really looking for anything, just killing time. Random posts blurred past until the “People You May Know” section popped up. He flicked through the suggestions without much interest—until he did a double take.

Blessing.

Underneath the name was a photo of a stunning young woman. Alex actually whispered, “Wow.” This was what he’d been missing all his life.

Let’s be real: Alex was a pretender. Around women he played the good guy, the gentleman, the one you could trust. Total lie. He loved the chase, loved sleeping around, loved dumping girls the moment he got what he wanted. His reputation in the neighborhood was dark. Rumor had it he was sleeping with two sisters at the same time—and neither of them knew about the other.

So when he saw Blessing’s picture, resistance was pointless. Her beauty hit him like a truck. And those legs—God, those legs. Long, straight as a pool cue, flawless skin, no blemishes, the kind of legs that promised paradise at the top. He stared for far too long. His body reacted before his brain caught up. He swore under his breath, shook his head, and muttered, “What kind of girl does this to a man from a single photo? We haven’t even spoken.”

He sent the friend request without a second thought.

The next day the notification came: she had accepted. Alex didn’t waste a second. He slid into her DMs, and just like that, they were talking.

It was magic. They chatted all day and deep into the night. For the first time in his life, Alex actually wanted to know a girl beyond how fast he could get her clothes off. Normally, once he’d parted a girl’s legs and gotten his release, he was done—back to his senses, on to the next. But Blessing was different. The more he learned about her, the more the old plan—sleep with her and disappear—started to dissolve.

She told him about her first love, how the guy had taken her before she was ready. Alex listened. Really listened. And something shifted inside him. He started caring. He realized that using her, hurting her, would be the biggest mistake he’d ever make.

Their friendship grew strong, deep, real. They opened up about their pasts, their struggles, their fears. Yet even as his heart changed, his desire never faded. He was obsessed with her legs—asked her to send pictures all the time. People would probably call it creepy. He wouldn’t argue. If they could see what he saw, they’d understand. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, nipples large and dark; when they stood at attention you’d swear heaven itself was calling. Her lips were full, her eyes dark and full of mischief and sin. And her ass—Lord—made for doggy style. Some nights he lay awake imagining running his hands up those flawless legs, tracing the smooth skin all the way to the source, and he’d laugh at himself in the dark.

How the hell do you fall in love with a pair of legs?

She told him how she lost her virginity at seventeen. Alex wanted every single detail.

“So how did it start?” he asked.

“I just went to his place,” she said, hiding a shy smile. “Normal visit, nothing planned.”

“Be honest, you went there for action?” Alex teased.

“No! We were just gisting, and he started touching me. I told him to stop at first, but… he was my boyfriend na. Boyfriends feel they have license.”

Alex burst out laughing. “Were you even ready?”

“Not at all. But you know when konji possesses somebody? That empty, hungry look entered his eyes. He wasn’t hearing ‘no’ again.”

“What did he do next?”

“He started kissing my chest—you know how big my nipples are, right? At first it hurt small, I hissed, and he thought I was enjoying it.”

“Desire finished the guy,” Alex said, grinning hard.

“Totally. Next thing, he pulled off his trousers while I was still fully dressed.”

“How did you feel seeing everything for the first time?”

“I can’t lie, it felt strange. It was big. I shifted back small, but he kept whispering, ‘I’ll be gentle, I promise.’”

“Was he gentle?” Alex asked.

“Not even small. When he tried to go in, the pain nearly killed me. I saw blood and started struggling. He was just calming me down, saying it’s normal for first time, that I should relax.”

“And then?”

“He tried again. This time it entered small. Still painful, still bleeding. I had to push him off. When I stood up, sharp pain everywhere. Nothing like the sweet thing people hype.”

“That sounds traumatic,” Alex said.

“Not really. We were both beginners. He had never ‘opened’ anyone before, and me I didn’t know what to do.”

Alex leaned in. “So after that disaster, what happened?”

She gave him a sly smile. “Don’t look at me like that… I went back the next day.”

Alex shouted and fell off the bed laughing. “Wait, what?! Explain!”

“He didn’t do the job properly the first day na. So I went back for him to finish what he started.”

“And??”

“This time I endured until he finally entered fully. After that day, the rest na history.”

Alex was rolling. “Blessing! You’re a confirmed baddie!”

That was how Alex and Blessing rolled—they could talk about anything and everything, no shame, no filter. With time Alex started catching serious feelings and wondering if these two could actually turn to something real.

“What about you?” Blessing asked, eyes shining with mischief.

“Me?”

“Yes, you! Have you ever ‘opened’ a girl before?”

Alex shrugged like it was nothing. “Yes o.”

“You’re a liar!” She slapped his back playfully.

“I have. Three different girls sef.”

“Now who is the baddie?” she fired back.

“You’re still the baddie for going back the next day to collect more,” he said, laughing hard.

“So how did it even start?” she pressed.

“Which one start?” He pretended not to understand.

“Don’t form for me, you will chop beating!”

“Wetn you dey talk?”

“Alex!”

“Yes, madam!”

“Gimme the full gist of how you broke somebody’s egg.”

“And what will I collect in return?” he asked.

“Did you pay me for my own story?”

“No, you sef no ask.”

“So what do you want?”

“I want to touch your legs. I want to feel them well-well, plus one fine picture.”

She rolled her eyes. “Deal. Talk.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. It wasn’t planned at all. I went to her house, we were just gisting, laughing, playing. Normal vibes. Next thing, the play turned to touching-touching, and before I knew it I had an impossible standing ovation. I couldn’t control myself again. I just started pulling her panties down.”

“Me!” Blessing shouted.

“What is it with you guys? Can’t you people just relax without standing at attention?”

“That one na hormones,” he said, laughing.

“Stupid boy. You could have controlled it.”

“And miss the chance to knack her? Never!”

“Continue joor.”

“She never told me she was a virgin o. So when things got hot, I pulled everything down, no long foreplay; all the playing and touching we did earlier had already scattered her brain,” he said with a wicked smile.

“When I tried to enter, I met serious blockage. I pushed harder, she grabbed me tight, face squeezed in pain. I came out small to check—everywhere was red. I looked at her like ‘Ah-ah, wetin be this?’ She just nodded like ‘Yes, na me.’

“All this one was happening and I never knew her neighbor—a full married woman—was peeping through the door crack, watching everything like Nollywood. At one point I mistakenly raised my head, our eyes locked, and the woman just smiled. But me I didn’t stop o; I continued giving the girl better strokes.

“When I pulled out again, the woman saw the size, shook her head small, then pushed the door open and entered the room!”

He stopped and stared at Blessing. “Now don’t judge me or laugh o.”

“I won’t,” she said, eyes wide, “but tell me… did you do the woman too?”

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