AISHA, The Girls Who Stelan His Heart (Chapter One)

"The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to" - Carl Sandburg, and it was at it's fullest, the beautiful rays of the moonlight obediently glittering on the city of Serekunda leaving in its wake fading shadows of the night so beautiful it would a photographer's dream. The noisy city of my birth was revivified, rejuvenating and sooty, so dusty not even the dark could cover the arenaceous it leaves behind. "Barkeh serign touba" whispered a man walking opposite my friends and I, his "lady friend" cachinnated with glee as they fade into the night.

Everyone seem ecstatic and chirpy like they have no worries in live. Cars honking, drivers cursing and yelling without regards to the night as they compete with pedestrians for right to the road. Almost every commotion was an opportunity for me and my unruly friends to crack a joke, loud and noisy as we defy the dark and tear into the twilight.

Her aquamarine eyes shows a willingness to be vulnerable and I can tell this girl was going to steal my virginity

Suddenly a voice emerge, tittering behind, phone in one hand a purse on the other. "What kind of lassie is that?" My friend asked “She is the most beautiful THING I have ever seen” said another. My friends were fond of eulogizing girls, almost every girl without regards to looks, “this time though they got it right” I remembered thinking. Lost for words and frozen in my steps, for a full minutes I wasn’t aware of my vicinity, I couldn’t tell what was going through my head, my mind, or my heart.

"Wow" I whispered. Usually I would be the one to make the first move but not this time. I wasn’t brave enough to orate a word. Something was happening to me, I was feeling a way I never felt before. It was the awakening of something inside of me I never knew existed.

It took me another minute to find the guts to take a second peek, this time our eyes met and she smiled, to my friends this was an invitation to talk to her. To be honest, I don’t even think she was smiling at me but at that particular moment everything was a sign to my friends. This chick was hot, I mean the extreme form of it. A first class figure 8 with a Bubbling Onion Badunkadonk(B**ty), she was the kinna girl that can easily cause a traffic nightmare. If god's intention for creating women was to hijack a man's head, he just succeeded with me.

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Reluctant at first but knew if I didn't say "Hi" I was never gonna forgive myself, I surely wasn't gonna let her disappear without letting her know how I felt. "Hell No," I muttered. I approach her cautiously, no game-plans, didn't know what the first words were gonna be. Is she going to scream at me, maybe slap the shit-out-of-me? One negative thought after another consumed my thought-process. If I can get close enough to smell her, I'll take a slap she was damn worth it. For a minute I was pumped.




There I was face-to-face with the damsel I would later know as Aisha, there was no turning back, too late. It was hard not to appear inappropriate, do I take one more quick peek at her mesmerizing thighs and well-rounded titties? Gosh why can't I makeup my mind, "Focus dude" I remind myself, "don't blown this shit up". “Execute me” I said. Goddamn, she is a goddess. I was face-to-face with the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. “Hi” she responded in a smooth and sultry voice, a voice I'll equate to Rihanna's, accompanied by a wicked smile that can melt a frozen heart.

As I prepare to say another word, a car beamed its full lights on Aisha. I wanted to paint her in my heart right then and there.

“I saw the car’s light glittering on you so beautifully I thought the light itself was your lover” I uttered with a half smile. I was an amateur hardly seventeen and so was she. She looked at me for a good 10 seconds, still maintaining her smile without saying a thing. Do I have a stain on my shirt I wasn’t aware of, did she think am crazy? I couldn’t stop wondering why she hadn’t said anything yet.

“Are you a poet?” she muttered in the utmost compression of susurration. “No, but I’ll be your poet if you want” I said, chuckling. For once I was calm, I couldn’t wait for this moment. Everything about Aisha was seducing, her voice, her lips, her boobs, her hips, even the way she walk was celebrity perfect. “I have never met a guys this expressive my whole life, I love your confidence” she said. I blushed, we looked into each other's eyes and we could tell this was the beginning of something MAGICAL. Her aquamarine eyes shows a willingness to be vulnerable and I can tell this girl was going to steal my virginity and I will give it up willingly with a damn smile on my face :)

END OF PART ONE….

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