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"Is like you are drunk". I laughed.

"Am not drunk. Am going to sneak into your room tonight" She said.

I was excited, looking forward to a night of hot, steamy sex with the girl I loved. .

As the party proceeded I got drunk on the alcoholic wine. Rachel went to sleep first, after complaining of getting dizzy.

Then later I staggered upstairs into my bedroom in a secluded chamber in the mansion. I was drunk; everything seemed to swirl in my eyes and I crashed on the bed. Before I slept, I had the imagination of s-x and Rachel playing in my mind.

(After riding me pleasurably for several minutes. Then I remembered that Rachel was supposed to be a virgin. That pussy was too wide to be Rachel's in reality. A sinking feeling overwhelmed me and I longed to see her face. "kiss me" I moaned to her. Hesitantly, she moved to my face and kissed me. Then I saw her eyes. What I saw filled me with horror because it was not my Rachel, it was someone else.

"OMG!" I screamed. It was Rachel's mother. The mischievous look of pleasure in her eyes sparked up a mixture of horror and anger in me. I sprang up from the bed instantly and woke up from the dream.

I looked around me at the dark room, how come I was having sex with Rachel's mother in my dream? I quickly switched on the light. I felt my kini; it was ramrod stiff. Then I heard footsteps approaching the room.

I had an inkling of danger immediately. It seemed there was something metaphysically wrong, as if something fetish was going on. I fixed my gaze on the door; fear of the unknown gripped my heart. I saw the door open and cindy stood there, looking at me like a predator surveying her prey.

She had a blanket wrapped around her. She removed the blanket and threw it on the floor, leaving only her panties and bra on.

I sat up on the bed immediately, with my back against the wall. I was scared and confuseed at the same time. My mind kept telling me to flee from the danger instantly but my body longed to stay there and experience whatever that was going to happen.

Then she quickly bent down and picked her wrapper. My eyes cleared immediately and I realized she did not come with the intention of having sex with me, she wanted to talk to me and her wrapper had fallen probably by mistake.

I heaved a sigh of relief but felt disappointed underneath.

"Good morning, am sorry to disturb you. I just need someone to talk to." she said I nodded "No problem"

But I wondered what was so serious that she would walk into a man's room at that time of the night. She walked in and sat beside me on the bed. Then she told me something that surprised me.

"Rachel was not really a virgin as she claims" she said.

"How sure are you". I Asked.

"She is a nympho. She is just keeping you as a future guy that she can marry". She said.

"And you want me to believe you. I can see you are just jealous". I said.

"I might be jealous but that am telling you the truth. Every Sunday she used to come home when our parents were not around with one guy from her school. His name is Johnson". She said.

I asked her to describe the guy and her description fit perfectly with my friend Johnson, my roommate. An anger rose in me as I thought about it. So he had been banging my girlfriend while acting like a good friend. But I still didn't believe her.

The following morning, Rachel hadn't woken up before I sneaked out of the house. I went straight to Johnson's house and asked him about it.

He denied it initially but eventually confessed that they started having sex when she came to tell him that I was too slow in banging her that I was dulling her moves. In was so angry that I hit him. We had a fight that day that gave me a bloodied nose. Rachel called later in the evening and started crying, trying to apologize. I cut the phone and deleted her phone no. I felt so angry, and betrayed.

My Rachel whom I had thought was the purest, most innocent girl in the world was actually a bitch stabbing me in the back.

On New Year, I made a resolution that I would not trust any girl anymore. I would not even have a girlfriend. It's all over, there is no reason searching for love, trying to stay innocent. First I had to get rid of this silly virginity.

I located the most popular brothel in town. "Today I was going to lose my innocence" I said.

I had to numb my mind to the scornful tales of love peddlers I had been told. I quickly settled in the spacious compound of the hotel. The whole environment was vulgar and enticing. Outside the building, men sat down in groups under canopies, drinking, smoking. All around the building and on the veranda upstairs, young women with heavy make-up and in different stages of nudity paraded themselves, displaying their wares.

I entered the central bar inside the building and found more girls. I ordered for a bottle of star and settled down in a quiet corner; I wanted to maintain a low profile.

As I sipped my beer, I eyed the love peddlers, surveying them one by one to pick my choice. I soon found a suitable one in no time. I quickly proceeded towards my prey, I called on to her and she came. She was of average height with a pretty face, The butts were well rounded and big, and that was my delight.

As she held my hand and led me to her room, I kept wondering what such a young, beautiful girl was doing here but my thoughts soon faded at the emergency of my rising manhood.

We quickly negotiated the price and settled down to hot, steamy sex. She undressed quickly. I also undressed, but leaving on my boxers. She started kissing me all over the body except in the mouth, they don't do mouth kissing.

"Which style?" She asked as she made me lay on the bed.

"cowgirl". I said as she quickly tore a condom and slipped it on my ramrod stiff stick.

As I bleeped her, several thoughts kept going in my mind. Finally I had lost my innocence, but not in a special way. Not with the girl I love. It's sweet but not the way I thought.

On my way back home, I realized something had changed in me. Deep in my heart I knew I was no more the nice guy I used to be.

But I don't care. I had treasured my innocence for such a long time because I believed in true love. I was always seeking someone to love and cherish, not someone to sex.

Since all my search for true love ended in betrayal, disappointment and despair. I made up my mind; from that day on, when I meet a girl, I would seek first my own pleasure, then all other things can be added on to it which later turn me into a rake, a Casanova who don't believe in love.

*Flash Back ended*