Who  Can Bail Me Out of  This Trouble (4)?


The balcony and the environs of the hall were paying host to groups of students. Ben and I decided to take a walk through the main campus. We were later joined by a friend of ours, Jenny, who was just coming in from town.

“Dunlop Elite tested and trusted.” Ben teased, pointing at his protruding stomach. “Men … this guy’s tyres never go flat, no matter what. Front and back”.

John smiled and adjusted the ‘waist of his jeans trouser….

“Evidence of good living, this hard time no reach your body one bit. Just see,” (pointing at skyscrapers at the back of his neck.

“Na-wah-oh! This ‘one pass me o”. Ben moved over to take a-closer look at the folding on Johnny’s neck.

“You guys should come off this. Man dey die, you dey talk bull-shit”,  John reproached us, trying a false’ frown.

“What’s killing the guy man?” A female voice asked from behind us.

We turned swiftly and fixed our gaze on the enchanting face of Prisca and her course mate, Nnenna. I could only allow for the usual “how do’s” before I pleaded to see Prisca in camera, dragging her away from Ben’s arm.

“Eh … you’ve started again. You already know why I want to see you.” I said to her, smiling. She was all smiles too. She weakly tried to free herself from my grip.

“Come, tell me”. I let go my grip on her arm. “Why did you tell her?”

“Who?” She asked feigning ignorance of what I was pushing at.

“Jennifer, why did you tell her my intention?”

Prisca nodded meditatively and shrugged, exhibiting that, I don’t give a damn, ladies countenance.

“I just had to. I felt that wouldn’t make much difference and besides …”

“Besides what?” I interrupted, using the most appealing tone I could offer.

“You’ve put me in a tight corner now because she has bluntly refused to come to our room”. I bared my mind completely to Prisca and passionately asked for her support. With that, I pleaded with her to create an enabling environment for me to meet with Jennifer in the evening.

I was decked in a sky blue multiple striped long sleeve shirt, a navy blue pair of trousers and my eye catching Italian hard leather “knock” to complement my elegantly disarming appearance. Ben’s perfume’ was handy to add scent to the glamour. We walked into Prisca’s room at exactly 7:05 p.m. The uncertainty that had continuously pervaded the air around us was instantly doused. Prisca and her friend were in the room probably expecting our visit. After a few minutes chat, Ben and Uche excused themselves to see Uche’s sister in the next hall. I had no other option than to chat away with Prisca who was busy preparing some food for us.

All this time, I was psychologically studying Jennifer’s internal reaction, feeling more relaxed at the nervous disposition that had taken over her. Prisca winked at me grinning from ear to ear.

‘Should I call her out?”, she whispered a second time trying to conceal her words from the other roommates.

I nodded affirmatively, returning the wink and managed to suppress the smile that was freely playing around my lips.

I was not always nervous around women. I used to be one of the boldest boys in schools when it comes to ‘toasting’ girls. There was no girl I couldn’t approach or talk to. No matter how pretty you are, no matter how tall or large your frame is, so long as you are a babe, I will approach you and toast you. I had the skills. I have always been a nice looking chap and was also blessed with the gift of the garb. I spoke impeccable English. One of the surest ways to impress a girl is when you speak good English. They always want to show you off to their friends if you could speak well and you’re not bad looking. I was more or less the leader when it comes to the art of toasting a babe based on the many times I had conquered a babe. The boys trusted me so much so that whenever they had trouble talking to a girl or getting her to fall for them they would come to me. I would give them the necessary tips to conquer the hard to get babe.

But there was one particular girl that made a ridicule of my reputation and shattered my confidence. Her name was Princess. She was a true beauty, possibly the most beautiful girl I had ever set my eyes on. She was tall, very fair in complexion and had a figure that got heads turning in her direction whenever she walked past. Her boobs were not so big but they were full and round. You could tell from the way boobs stood firmly on her chest whenever she walked that her breasts were still full of life, had plenty of substance, not the flat and sloppy ones most girls carry about these days. Without a doubt, Princess was the hottest babe in the neighbourhood, the girl every guy desired to make his own but none had the liver to walk up to her. Princess was not just pretty, she was also from a rich home, guys knew they had to be careful with this one because it was going to be difficult to entice her by dangling some ‘juicy carrots’ before her. Her parents had money. She was the best dressed babe in the neighbourhood and she could afford to go to any choice eatery or hangout she desired without waiting for a man to take her there. So, how then do you get the attention of such a babe? Then, I decided I would give it a shot. I would conquer the Princess every guy couldn’t dare to confront. So, I began to watch out for her, waiting for the day she would be taking a walk down the street and I would approach her.

Finally, the day came. I was with a couple of my friends when she walked past us and one of them nudged me on the arm to draw my attention to her. I immediately got the message. He was reminding me of my plan to conquer Princess. I promptly left my friends and walked up to Princess. I was not looking bad on this particular day. I was dressed neatly and looked nice enough to attract some admiration from any babe.

“Hello, pretty one,” I said to Princess as I caught up with her, using my sexiest tone.

She merely took one cold look at me, hissed loudly and continued walking.

That surprised me somewhat. First time, I would get that sort of treatment from a girl.

“Hey, sweetheart, I am saying hi to you…”

“Will you get out of my sight this minute!” Princess barked at me. Her cute eyes had turned hard and cold. “How dare you walk up to me and open that dirty mouth of yours to talk to me!” She looked past me and saw my friends walking not too far behind us and obviously paying rapt attention to what was transpiring between the two of us.

“Oh, I can see what’s happening now. You want to prove to your friends you can toast me, right? You? You want to be my boyfriend? Who do you think you are? You’re nothing but a dreamer! Next time you try this nonsense with me, I will humiliate you right before your friends. Now, get the hell out of my sight!” I didn’t wait a minute a moment more, I scampered away from her with my tail in between my legs as my friends laughed and mocked me silly. And from that moment, I am yet to recover my full confidence whenever I needed to approach a lady I desired….