My Mother’s Diary

I was born in Kingston, Jamaica at Jubilee hospital in the early 80’s. My father was fresh into the police force. He was a tall Indian man with a body of a god. My mother was fresh out of high school. She had African texture hair and body designed to drive a man insane from behind.

My mother met my father on her first day at college they were both registering to attend the University of West Indies both taking English & Math. They starred into each others eyes for a few minutes well while they waited to be registered. My father noticed her; he notice all of her. He rubbed his chin and came close to her and introduce himself as “Howard Hendriks all the girls dem sugar”. She replied “hello Howard all the girls dem sugar”. She left leaving him not knowing who and what her name was.

That evening as she reached home she grabbed her dairy and wrote what happened for her the day.

Diary....... I met this handsome man today. He swore he was the “girls dem sugar”. Not making it notice I too was admiring him into his dark blue bella jeans and black Bob Marley shirt saying “One Love!” Oh how his body fitted his clothes so well and his Indian hair slipped right back. I even notice his shoes was well clean. I cannot wait to see him again.

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School started the following morning and he sat behind me which gave me this weird feeling. He kept hitting on my chair in class trying to get my attention. I turned around and asked him what was his problem. He leaned close to me and said “I never got your name!” I replied “I never gave it!” with a smile 😊. He replied “What is your name beautiful?” I replied “ Teran Davis. Now please stop talking or we will both fail English.” He smiled and sat back in his chair. The teacher got up from out of his seat 💺 and he was so gorgeous he was fit to be a god. I thought to myself how easy it will be to focus in this class. The teacher introduce himself to us as Samson Mizinga. I took my teacher all in. His smile was soft and pleasant. His fragrance was always in the air. After he introduce himself; he asked each student to briefly introduce themself and name one thing they enjoy doing in their spare time. When it reach to the dem girls dem sugar. He gave his name and really said he applied his free time to all the ladies. When it was my time I stood up and gave my name and replied “ to avoid dem girls dem sugar!”

Class ended shortly after and Howard ran after me holding my bag begging me to wait. He was “Teran! Teran! Pleae dont take me serious, its all about enjoying ourself and our youth. I love all and I give all!” I started walking off because he took this for joke. He stopped me again begging “ please Teran can we please start again. I am truly a nice guy even husband material.” I replied “self recommendation has no value! You will have to prove it!” He smiled and lick his lips and touched my lower chin and replied “ You better be less trouble in maths. I wouldn’t want to divide you out!” I replied to him “Can you divide?” He laughed and left to class without me. When I arrived at class the last seat was the one behind him. I was like “ can we please switch seats. Your ego will be blocking the board!” He was like “anything for you Teran. I told you I am a nice guy!”

Math was actually nice learning about algebra and equations. He leaned forward to me and said “ if you need help in this class I can offer a trade.” I was like “excuse me!” He was like “You are less talkative in this class than you were in english so if you need help I am here.”

At this point I was like this guy is getting on my last nerves. Class was over and I was heading home. While walking 🚶🏾‍♀️ home Mr. Girls dem sugar ran up to me offering conversation. Because my walk was at a good distance I decided the company would be nice. We talked and share about each others family and favorite hobbies. He enjoyed playing music and skating at the Portmore skating ring. I was like “ I cannot skate but I am good at writing short stories!” He asked if one day if I would read one to him. I was “like sure but these short stories are not the usual kind. This is for those who knows love 💕 and is looking adventure in their lives!” He stopped and said “Is what you write so? A blue movie!” I was like “see you are not mature yet. You need to grow up and understand a woman and the meaning of pleasing her!” He replied “You want to teach me!” I was like “I need an experience man myself. One who knows how to touch a woman.” He was like “Is what this! You watching too much tv late at night. Or listening to mommy and daddy do things!” I was like “you know what! Your company is no longer needed.” He was like “ come on now, we are getting to know each other. You don’t t expect us to always agree in the first date!” I replied “ Date! Don’t make me laugh. You don’t seem to have nothing much down there to offer!”

Soon after I reached my home and thank him for walking me home.

Diary..... School was good today. Especially english class. My teacher’s body was like a god. I imagine touching his muscles and smelling his neck all day. I even imagine whether he wore boxers or briefs. Then there is Howard who seems genuine but immature but I still find him attractive. I know Mr English is out of my boundaries so lets see were it goes with Howard.

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Months went by and Howard and I grew close. He started to know my favorite things, food and drink. It was exam time and I was so worried I was going to fail. I got a lot of headaches and was very miserable to be around. Howard noticed that I was not my usual self and offered if I would allow him to help me study. I was like sure but not at my house. I decided to meet him at Devons House for ice cream and try to relax. He offered if I would be willing to come to his house. I agreed but we will still stop for ice cream.

When we arrived at his home it was nothing like his approach and behavior. He lived in a three story building and chandlier full of lights upon entering. His room was down below the kitchen and very insulated to be noise free. I was like “what if there is an emergency 🚨 and you need help.” He was like “ my blue switches are an alarm that flashes upstairs.” Anyway he walked over and pulled down a whiteboard in his room and said “which subject would you like to do first?” I was like “the only subject which is math!” He was like ok. He said “Are you open to learn a new method?” I was like “teach me already!” He was like “ok!”

He placed me at the edge of his bed and he pulled out his markers. He said “this is going to be fun trust me! My markers are all flavored. He gave me purple which tasted like grape, green like sour apple, black like berries, red like watermelon and yellow like banana. He said “a + x = 2c.” I was like “ still lost.” He came over to me and said “ take your shirt off. He then picked up the black marker and wrote the same problem on my chest. He then slowly picked up the red marker and wrote on my left breast “A” and use the green and wrote “X” on my right breast. He then use the yellow marker and wrote the plus sign in the middle of my two breast. He wrote the “=“ on my stomach with black marker. He then said he needs more board space to take of my skirt. He then wrote the the remaining of the question on my panties. He said the last part of this problem is to color my nipples with grape and arrows leading to the final area which was on my panties. Purple was bonus if I could solve the problems in each area.

He then said “you remember how you said you write short stories. Lets imagine this was one!” He started asking questions and as I got them right he used his tongue and lick off the marker. He continued writing on my skin talking and explaining the problem. As I got it write he continued to lick the marker off my skin. It was bonus round and I couldn’t manage the class. I was like I need to go and he was like “ I am sorry I should have given you a hint!” I was like “no I believe this was the best math lesson I have ever had and trust me everything has retained.” He came close to me and said please let me at least taste the grape flavor on your body. He then slowly remove back my shirt and started to lick and suck on my breast. He was so gently and still talking the problem to me. Explaining the feelings I should be feeling and how simplifying the equation makes it easier to solve. I was so weak in the knees. He gently lay me on the bed lifting my skirt. He took the yellow marker and started to color the few hairs that was there. I felt slightly timid and yet beautiful. He teased me and said you would be a beautiful blond. He continue teasing me with the marker and placing it between my legs, teasing me slowly. He gently kissed me and separated my legs and kissed my inner thigh. He removed his clothes and I was truly in shock when I saw the size of him. I started to wonder if it would hurt and if I would regret this but before I knew it. He was in me gently kissing 😽 me and entering me so slowly. Its as if he knew it was my first. He was so soft with his strokes and touch. He held me close and tight lifting my leg so he can get deeper into me sucking and licking my nipples tasting the different flavors of markers he place all over my body. When he wanted to give it to me really hard he started to kissing me and holding my tongue into his mouth. He got harder and deeper. It was so painful and enjoyable all I could do was dig my fingers into his back. He laid me on my side and enter me again putting me into a spoon and held my hair as he handled me. He turned me again and on top of he came again. This time he kneeled and place my legs over his shoulder. He spread my legs apart playing with my new blond and lightly playing with my clit. As he continued to penetrate me deeply he stilled talked math with me. He finally came and gave me the solution to problem and at that moment through it all I finally understood algebra.

Shortly after he got up and said lesson completed. I said “thank you Howard Hendriks dem girls dem sugar!” We both laughed....

I left his house and arrived home and went to bed.

Diary..... today was a great day. Today I became a woman. I cannot believe it. I am now no longer a virgin. I pray I don’t regret it. OMG! I forgot we didn’t use a condom. What if I get pregnant? Will he leave me or marry me?

That will be another story!

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