HOW I LOST MY VIRGINITY AS A CHURCH GIRL: Episode 8

HOW I LOST MY VIRGINITY AS A CHURCH GIRL: Episode 8

A story by Bigbanky

EPISODE 8: THE FIRST BETRAYAL

For the next few days, I tried to avoid David. I told myself I needed to focus on God.

But temptation? It doesn’t send warning letters.

One afternoon, I was sitting in front of my hostel, reading my Bible, when a voice interrupted me.

“Sister Adaeze, good afternoon.”

I looked up. It was Sister Ruth.

She was one of those church girls that meant well, but were just too naïve. The kind that didn’t know when to shut up. Annoyingly slow at thinking, always saying the wrong things.

“I’ve been looking for you,” she said, sitting beside me. “Brother Samuel is worried about you. We didn’t see you in fellowship yesterday.”

I forced a smile. “I was busy with schoolwork.”

“Hmm. Okay,” she nodded, but I could see suspicion in her eyes.

I wanted to end the conversation, but before I could, she leaned in closer.

“Can I ask you something?” she whispered.

“What?” I asked, already irritated.

“Is it true you have a boyfriend?”

My chest tightened. “Who told you that?”

“Ehn… People are talking. They said Brother Samuel saw you entering a boy’s car at night. You know, people talk a lot in church. Me, I don’t believe it oh, but…”

I closed my Bible immediately. “Ruth, please, I don’t like gossip.”

“I know! Me too!” she said, even though she was literally gossiping. “But you should be careful oh. Some people are saying they will tell Pastor.”

Tell Pastor?!

My heart jumped.

I tried to stay calm, but deep down, I knew it was only a matter of time before trouble came.

THE REAL TRAP

Later that evening, Vanessa called me.

I almost didn’t pick up, but something told me to hear what she wanted.

“Ada, my dear,” she said sweetly. “Are you busy?”

“What do you want, Vanessa?” I asked, already tired.

“Relax na,” she laughed. “I just wanted us to hang out. You know, as friends. Just you and me.”

Every alarm in my head went off.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I like you,” she said. “You seem so… innocent. I just want to know you better.”

She sounded so genuine.

And that was the problem.

Something told me this was a trap. But another part of me was curious.

So like a fool, I said, “Okay. Where should we meet?”

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THE SHOCK OF MY LIFE

We met at a small restaurant near campus. She had already ordered a drink for me before I arrived.

“You’re late,” she pouted.

“Sorry,” I muttered, sitting down.

For the first few minutes, we talked normally. She asked about my family, my studies, my church. She was nice. Too nice.

Then she suddenly asked:

“So, what’s really going on between you and David?”

I paused. “Nothing. We’re just friends.”

She smiled. “Friends? David doesn’t do ‘just friends.’”

I looked at her, confused.

“Ada,” she sighed, playing with her straw. “Let me be honest with you. I was just like you when I met David. Pure, innocent, thinking I could handle him. But David? He’s not what you think.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“David is sweet, but he gets… bored easily,” she said, staring into my eyes. “Once he gets what he wants, he moves on. I don’t want you to be the next girl crying over him.”

Something in my chest tightened.

“I don’t believe you,” I said quickly.

She sighed again, shaking her head like I was a child. “You don’t have to believe me, Ada. But let me ask you one thing—has he introduced you to any of his friends?”

I frowned. No, he hadn’t.

“Has he ever posted you on his status? Called you in public?”

I swallowed. No.

Vanessa smiled like she had won.

“You’re a secret, Adaeze. And do you know why? Because he’s still mine.”

My whole body went cold. “What?”

She leaned closer and whispered:

“David still sleeps with me, Ada. He was with me last night.”

BOMBSHELL.

My brain stopped working.

“You’re lying,” I managed to say.

“Oh, sweet girl,” she laughed softly. “Do you want proof?”

She picked up her phone and swiped through her pictures. Then she turned the screen to me.

A photo of David.

In bed.

Shirtless.

Asleep.

My stomach twisted.

“That was him in my bed this morning,” she whispered. “Now tell me, are you sure you’re ready for this game?”

TO BE CONTINUED…