Call Me The Hookup Girl

Layiwola struggles with her feelings about her last breakup and resorts to having a one-night stand to infuriate her ex. Apart from that, she asks herself." What would she gain?

In the past, I judged people for having one-night stands. I always thought how stupid it was to engage in a soul-matching activity with a stranger. How could you have sex with someone and then just leave like that? Isn't there supposed to be pillow-talking? A little bit of teasing? Connection?

My friends considered me "conservative" because I strictly chose who to share my body with. Before I lost my virginity, I was so scared. My then-boyfriend, Eric, had taken a lot from me- he was patient with me during my panicking and tears. But I chose the right person to have sex with. I was glad that I was engaging with a person that loved me. That's what I thought. My "loving" left me. He said we needed a break.

"A break?" I asked him with a pout on my lips. This was my first relationship. I didn't understand these terms. "I need some time away from you, Layiwola." He answered in a droning tone as though I was exhausted. Was I? I didn't think I was so hard to deal with. Yes, my banking career was a lot to handle, so I wasn't so available, but I tried to make it work. Despite my pleading, he still left. He didn't respond to my messages, and on top of the ghosting, he started dating my co-worker, Chioma. My friends thought my idea of payback was too depressing. I was going to ignore him also, but they wanted me to do something that would annoy him, that would hurt his pride. So, they suggested having a one-night stand.

Eric had always been particular about my body, he had pride that everyone else wanted my body, but he could only have it. He would have jealousy fibs each time I got friendly with the opposite sex. I thought their idea was bizarre, but I was going through a dry spell, and I knew that this would help me both mentally and sexually. Their target was John, a childhood friend. We were very close until secondary school when he moved to Abuja. He recently moved back to Lagos, and this may be a chance for us to pursue something.

According to my crazy friend, Jennifer, he had always liked me, but I didn't see it. Jennifer got the word that John was having a house party- house parties meant one thing- hookups. I wasn't sure that I was entirely down with the idea of him sleeping with me. Eric was there, so I made my move. I ignored Eric and the girl that he was dancing with. I summoned the courage and walked up to John. I tapped him on the shoulder. Once he spun around, I noticed the look of surprise on his face. "Hey." I gave a toothy smile. "Layiwola," He smiled back. "Do you want to dance?" I started the script Jennifer pulled up for me. He glanced at Eric, then at me," You don't want to dance with your boyfriend?" "No, I want to dance with you." I was fed up with the multiple eyes on me. His friends were all amebos. 

He smirked before taking my hand and leading me to the dancefloor. Ruger's Snapchat was playing- the ultimate sex song. Nothing was said between us; instead, we let our bodies speak. My back faced him, and I could feel his erection against me. This was go-time. "How are things going? Home? Job?" He asked me in a low tone. Jennifer said I shouldn't speak. That was the number one rule for a hookup. Do not engage in too much verbal communication. I spun to him abruptly and was met with his lips. "Can we go somewhere private?"

In the background, I could see Eric glaring at me. I returned to John's honest eyes. "Okay." He didn't object and held my hand. Jennifer winked at me as soon as she saw me leaving with him. He ushered me into his low-lit room. You know, the room with the blue light. I took a deep breath- this was the green light. "What's up?" He asked me. Here goes nothing. I walked to him and closed the space between us. His eyes were fixated on mine. I gently cupped his face and brought my face closer to his. "Sure about this?" He was right to ask. I didn't answer, just stared at him mutely. "You don't seem like the whole hookup girl." Again, he was right." But who am I to stop you if you want to?" Men. His lips brushed mine. I hoped that he would make the first move, and he did. 

I was taken by surprise when his lips captured mine. I held on to him as his lips ravenously devoured mine. I was used to romance, the soft kind of love. This was not it. It was nice. He was skilled with his kisses and touch, but I loved the connection. He paused to look at me for a second. I was completely hypnotized. He reached out to my lips again and kissed me deeply. I cupped his face and enjoyed the motion of his tongue in my mouth. He picked me up easily and sat on the bed, with me straddling him. His lips left mine to please my neck. My heart was beating so hard that I thought it would escape my ribcage. He took the initiative and took off his shirt. We had gotten to the stage of removing clothes. 

His eyes locked on mine as he pulled down my dress. I felt exposed as I sat there in my underwear. "Locked the door?" I couldn't say it out loud. "No." He answered equally as quietly as I did. I stood from his thighs, and he walked over to the door. "Okay." He turned back to me. Our make-out session involved a lot of handsy movement. I thought about it. Was I ready to sleep with someone to get back at my ex? Was I that shallow? This wasn't me. This wasn't my way of payback. As much as I enjoyed everything he offered, the motive was wrong. He wasn't to be used.

He took a break from the fellatio and looked at me. I cupped his face while breathing hard. I muttered," John." The corner of his lips came up, and he gave the nod," Sure." I wasn't sure what he meant until he got off me. He picked up the blanket and wrapped it around us. We sat there in silence. I had the guts to say," It's not just me." "I get it." He sent a smile to me and continued looking into the blank space. To think I was about to be called "the hookup girl."

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