LET’S SEAL THIS DEAL WITH A KISS.

I lost my virginity in the science laboratory of my school. I was the lab prefect and I held the keys to the science lab whose roof and floor were identical, as if one was the mirror reflection of the other; where specimens were preserved in transparent bottles. If you dropped a pen, someone outside could hear the sound. But no one was near the lab that night. We made sure of that. We were seventeen and we were not supposed to have sex in the boarding school compound, but we still wanted to.
Ify and I had been exchanging letters, and more. We had been lounging at the corridor after school hours or at the library during break. We had sent each other gifts wrapped in crinkly foils on valentine day, sending one another into the universe of butterflies and intoxicating daydreaming, and those SS3 boys and girls had looked at us and wondered why no one was telling these two SS2 students that they weren’t yet seniors.
So, that day after school, I thrust a piece of paper into her palm as she walked out of the class.
“Orchard, after night prep,” the note had read.
I got there at exactly 10pm, before her and watched as she arrived in the whiff of an earthy perfume. The moon was shining bright overhead and the trees in the orchard emitted a fruity fragrance.
“You are a little late,” I remarked as she walked up to me.
“I was waiting for those seniors to go to bed.” She adjusted her nightgown.
I felt an increasing swelling in my trouser.
“Thanks for coming,” I said nervously.
“We had a deal,” she laughed.
Then we allowed a moment of awkward silence to slip past.
“Okay…” I chuckled, at loss for what else to say.
“Okay.” She looked into my eyes. I looked away, laughing.
‘’So,” she said in a soft voice, “let’s seal this deal with a kiss.” Her soft lips found mine. Then we entered the lab and got busy. Her skin was warm, and felt so soft, as if it could take any shape or form it was twisted into. When she parted her legs and I surged in, her moan was tinged with pain. Then pleasure. Then both. My head felt breezy, as if it was letting go of something burdensome. And I burst.
I held her in my arm for a moment as we caught our breath. Then I slid my trouser back on. She wore her pant and we left the lab as carefully as we had walked in.
I walked her to the gate of the female hostel. The taste of her lips remained in my mouth after she had kissed me goodnight. I watched her open the gate and walk in.
I turned and started heading back to the male hostel through the orchard. As I made to cross the dark shadow cast by the trees, I heard a soft laughter.
“You are late,” a female voice called out from the orchard. I turned and to my shock, I saw Ify, dressed in her day dress.
“Blood of Jesus!” I shouted, my heart racing.
“Frank, what is the matter?” her eyes glowed in the dark.
“Who are you? You are not Ify!” I managed to say.
“It’s me, Ify…”
I turned to run, but only succeeded in staggering and falling.
This new figure came closer. I tried to shout, but my voice had lost weight. She looked down at me.
“Let’s seal this deal with a kiss!” she said.