Bobby was excited. He sprang to his feet and got me the drink he’d insisted I must drink. He opened it and sat beside me. “Here, sweetheart,” he handed me the drink. I took a long gulp to quench the thirst I was already feeling.
“Hope you would just relax a little with me, Rosie, I can’t believe you were actually planning to leave me minutes ago, is it that you’re not enjoying my company or what?”
I managed to smile at him. “You won’t understand, Bobby, I am not ready for what you’re trying to do with me……” As I talked, I began to feel a heaviness inside my head. But I shook off the feeling and continued talking. “I’m really scared, I don’t want to do anything that will get me into trouble because if my dad finds out….”I stopped again when I began to feel seriously dizzy inside my head. This time, the heaviness I felt was much stronger than before.
“Sweetheart, are you okay? Are you alright?” I heard Bobby’s voice asking. My head was starting to spin now, the entire room seemed to be going round and round inside my head. I looked at Bobby. He held me, throwing his arm round my shoulder and looking into my eyes with a smile on his face. That was when I knew something was wrong!
“Bobby…Bobby, what have you….what have you done to me…?” I managed to speak. And that was the best I could do before I lost the will power to resist him. And as I slipped into semi-unconsciousness, I realized the trouble I’d gotten myself into – Bobby has drugged my drink!
My head was groggy. I could barely keep my eyes open. Every part of me seemed heavy, I could barely lift a finger. I could see Bobby’s face, though it was a blur. But I knew he was the one leaning on me. He reached for my blouse and began unbuttoning it. I tried to hold his hands, to stop him from exposing my boobs, but my efforts were simply too feeble to stop him. Bobby just shoved my hands away.
“Please. Please…Bo…Bobby…don’t…do….this to…me…” I pleaded, but I could scarcely hear my own voice. It was barely audible.
“I’m sorry, my baby, I just must have you, you’re too beautiful to pass up,” I heard Bobby say. His voice seemed to be coming from a pretty long distance, as though he was several meters away from me. But I could still hear him clearly.
In a matter of minutes, he was done opening my blouse. I could see his eyes almost pop out of their sockets with excitement as he gazed lustfully at my pair of full and luscious looking boobs. Hungrily, swiftly, he dug his hands into my bra and dug out my lovely mounds of meaty juice out of their enclaves. And he began to feast on them with his mouth like there was going to be no tomorrow.
“My God, Rosie, your body is so beautiful, I’m sorry I had to have you this way’, he was muttering into my ears. “I would’ve preferred it differently but you were proving too difficult and I am running out of time. Can’t return to Lagos without having a taste of you, sweetheart.”
I wished I could slap him. I wished I had the strength to shove him off me and hit him hard in the face, but I couldn’t. I had the will but I didn’t have the strength to do so. There was not an ounce of strength left in me, the drug Bobby put in my drink had made sure of that. I was helpless. I was in trouble. And from that point, everything started to happen so fast. Bobby shifted his attention to my skirt and began to pull it up.
“Please… Bobby….please,” I made a last effort to appeal to his emotions. Still, he wouldn’t listen to my plea. This time, he simply looked at me, smiled and leaned close to me as he sealed my mouth with a kiss, pressing his lips hard against mine. The last thing I heard him say as I gave up trying to stop him was, “I’m sorry…”
