Short Story: Big fishes own the sea no more. Poor university student must watch his girlfriend sleep with men for money

The short story is a guest post by Ben Ochuba K. It is a fictitious account of a poor university student whose girlfriend sleeps with other men for money. Though he is jealous, he feels powerless to stop her.
Read the story and tells us whether you think he is understanding and loving or just pretty weak and greedy.
We hope you enjoy reading it as we did.

 

The story…

No one goes swimming in shark-infested waters unless the beach is too hot for the feet. Yet, Felicia had told me that was exactly why she was undertaking such dangers.

The world out there is unpredictable, at least in here I only need to avoid the snapping hungry jaws,” she said above the haze of her cigarette and I had stared into my drink as if expecting some answers will jump out of the golden liquid.

You are moody today,” she finally remarked on my continued silence. I quickly gulped everything in my glass as if that were a reply – the size of the glass stopped me or I would have swallowed it along with the liquor that had momentarily set my intestines on fire. I masterfully ignored the sensation that was spreading from my belly to my shoulders.

Am I?”, I asked her.

Yes, less chatty. Your usual humour is missing too or do you want to f--k first?”, she asked reaching for my zip.

I stayed her hand with a gaze, and smiled though I wasn’t feeling like it and the smile stopped only where I felt it on my face. The conversation I had started this night had turned sour in my mouth like the beans my roommate had made me ate that morning.

Why are we doing this?” I asked finally.

She stood up, this girl whose name could have been Nkeiruka or Chinwe or Amarachi. She did look like an Amarachi – the Grace of God – it would have made perfect sense considering the way her sure steps and swinging hips could hold one’s eyes like life itself depended on it.

I need you more than you can ever understand” she told me.

But I don’t want to hurt you,” she continued, “though I think letting you go now will only hurt you more”.

Felicia should have been a Philosophy student like me or a surgeon. The way she cuts through mazes of issues is just simply amazing.

I stood up and went to her, wrapping my hand around her waist and resting my head on her shoulders.

“I just felt a little hopeless about all this,” I said. I was afraid I would offend her but I was more afraid my silence would do more harm. “I wish I can help you end all this,” I added.

She turned me around and looked into my eyes. There was no light in the room; that was how we liked it. But a shop across the street with a ‘Pharmacy’ sign hanging over its front and which sold almost everything else besides medicines casts some light through the window and blurred my vision.

 

 

You never considered if I wanted all this to end or not?” she asked. I could feel the hurt building in her voice from the beginning of the question and in the tightness with which she held my hand.

I probably never had, not directly at least because I was afraid of the answer she would give. She lives in her world and she ruled it; having devised how to get through each day.

This is not about whether I am jealous or not, but are you truly happy with all this?”, I returned as an answer, answering her question with another.

Felicia’s hand climbed to my back and I buried my face in her bosom. It smelled of Mandy and the lemon fragrance of Sure, I could see nothing now but my own thoughts.

 

Flash back…

We had met by an accident a year ago. I had just been sent out of a lecturer’s office where I had spent the best part of a school day pleading with him to give me more time to buy a textbook which he threatened would be his CA mark. I knew he was lying, the textbook would make up more than half of my chances of passing. I was in my second year, we know these things.

I had gone on my knees explaining all my financial woes – some of which were made up while in his office – but he eventually threw me out.

I was still seated at his doorstep clinging to a vanishing hope that he might either come out to call me back in or more likely that I could continue to beg him whenever he came out of his office.

A whiff of her perfume, which I later recognised as Mandy caught my attention and snatched me out of my thoughts as she sauntered past casting a dismissive look at me before heading into the lecturer’s office. I knew what she was the moment I saw her wig, heavy makeup and the eyes that tell the world to bring on their worst.

 

 

I was a judgmental 22-year-old virgin trying unsuccessfully to get laid and she was out of my thought the next minute as I went back to figuring out how I could get the textbook money if the lecturer remained unyielding.

Hey”, she had said on getting out of the office.

I felt a momentary relief because I thought he had asked her to tell me to come back in.

Good afternoon”, I replied.

Why are you outside his office?”, she had asked, her iPhone rang but she ignored it.

It’s nothing”, I tried to sound dismissive but the look of concern that clouded her face when I said, “textbook money wahala,” was a sure sign that I didn’t quite succeed.

Should I talk to him or give you the money?”, she asked.

I nearly stepped back in shock and failed to make a reply until she asked how much.

3K” I answered in a small voice. she counted the money and handed it over to me. She made to leave and gave me an expectant look.

This is where you ask for my number”, she finally said with an exasperated sigh and a knowing smile.

 

Back to the present

I doubt anyone is truly happy,” she replied and planted a kiss on my forehead. I would have protested at any other time because it made me seem like a child but it was a welcomed sign of affection at the time.

But it is the only way I can think of, for being comfortable” she added.

Her expanding bosom told me she was dragging on her cigarette.

I just wish I had enough money and you won’t need to do this work anymore. I always feel like you are under the foot of your customers each time you tell me you have a job and we can’t see.”

It is where the money comes from and you know it. But they only feel they can control me and that’s why they keep coming back. In reality, they are the ones on the leash, not me.”

I realise she was right but the distraction coming from my lower back as she ran her hands beneath my shirt made thinking a bit difficult. Impulsively, I raised my lips to her neck and worked my tongue up to the spot beneath her ear. She gave a soft moan that I sense more than heard.

She gently dropped the cigarette in her hand on the ashtray on the small table by the wall. The lamp on table was turned down  and only the small area surrounding it was illunimated.

My shirt went over my head as I fumbled with the long zip behind her gown. I know she was naked underbeneath it but I took my time to run my fingers along the nipple that was pushing against the fabric. The world outside will have to wait at the moment and my need to pass Philosophy of Law that had brought me to seek her help this night evaporated with the rising steam in my head.

 

Read  Short Story: Holding down butterflies

 

End.

 

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  6. Thats why i love the word improvise, you have to fix up yourself somewhere menial.. . Not giving advice and watching helplessly

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  7. He is totally weak. Even if shes poor, there are many ways to hustke not sending or letting her get into prostitition, what if she gets pregnant, gets infected or gets used for ritual

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  8. He will dump her when he start to make his money
    1. He was a virgin when they met
    2. He is broke
    Just wait for him to start making money and taste another girl

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