HOW I LOST MY VIRGINITY AS A CHURCH GIRL: Episode 4

HOW I LOST MY VIRGINITY AS A CHURCH GIRL

EPISODE 4: CROSSING THE LINE
That night, when I got back to my hostel, I couldn’t sleep. My body was on the bed, but my mind was still with David.

His voice. His smile. The way he looked at me.

“I like you, Adaeze.”

Those words kept repeating in my head. My whole life, nobody had ever said that to me before. In church, I was just another serious sister that people respected but never noticed.

But David? He noticed me.

I picked up my phone. My father had called twice. My mother had also sent a message:

Mummy: Ada, why are you not picking your father’s call?

Guilt hit me, but I quickly replied.

Me: Sorry, I was in fellowship.

A lie. A small one. But a lie.

Before I could think about it too much, another message popped up.

David: Hope you’re home safe?
Me: Yes, thanks.
David: Sleep well, beautiful.

Beautiful.

I stared at the word for a long time before locking my phone. My heart was beating too fast.

The next day, I tried to act normal. I went to class, sat in the front as usual, and avoided David. I needed to clear my head.

But David? He had other plans.

During the break, I stepped outside to buy a drink when I heard his voice behind me.

“Pastor’s daughter, are you avoiding me?”

I turned and met his mischievous smile.

“No, I’m just… busy,” I lied.

“Liar,” he said, moving closer. “Is it because of what I said yesterday?”

I didn’t answer.

“Look,” he sighed. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just like talking to you. No pressure.”

He sounded sincere. Relaxed. Too smooth.

“Okay,” I said finally.

“So can we still talk? As friends?” he asked.

Friends.

“Yes, as friends,” I agreed.

A small smile played on his lips. Like he knew something I didn’t.

That evening, trouble started.

I was in my hostel when my fellowship leader, Brother Samuel, knocked on my door.

“Sister Adaeze, I need to talk to you.”

Brother Samuel was one of those over-serious church brothers. Always carrying Bible, always frowning, always talking about sin.

“Good evening, Brother Samuel,” I greeted, forcing a smile.

“Sister Ada, where were you last night?” His voice was sharp.

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You left the hostel and came back late. Where did you go?”

My heart started beating fast. How did he know?!

“I… I went to see a friend,” I stammered.

His frown deepened. “A male friend?”

“Brother Samuel, I don’t think that’s your business.”

“It is my business,” he snapped. “You are a leader in the fellowship. People are watching you. The Bible says—”

“Brother Samuel, please. I have things to do.”

I slammed the door before he could continue.

I was angry. Who gave him the right to monitor me? Was I not allowed to have a life?

Minutes later, my phone buzzed. A new message.

David: Come outside.

I hesitated. Should I?

Then I remembered Brother Samuel’s annoying voice. I grabbed my scarf and left.

David was leaning against his car. When he saw my face, he frowned.

“Who annoyed my pastor’s daughter?”

I sighed. “Somebody that thinks he owns my life.”

“Forget him,” David said, opening the car door. “Let’s go somewhere and cool your mind.”

I should have said no.

I should have gone back to my room.

But I didn’t.

I got into the car.

And that was the second mistake I made.

TO BE CONTINUED…