My father came home one night and told us we were relocating to Greenwood; Brighton had become too expensive for him. My mother and two sisters immediately started planning as if they were expecting it.

I cried silently in my room for weeks. Ah, Greenwood! If it had been Oxford, it would have been better. Silently, I prayed to God that the day never came, but deep down, I knew God wouldn't answer my prayers because of all the atrocities I had committed with Brighton girls.

During my very first month in Greenwood, I stayed indoors the entire time. I wouldn't go out; I thought if I stayed inside long enough, maybe my father would pity me and send me to live with a relative in Brighton.

Instead, the more I stayed inside, the more my mother used me as a houseboy until I started losing weight. Meanwhile, my sisters were going out and making friends. I learned to accept my fate.

The first time I saw Maya, she had come visiting with my elder sisters. They had become friends and lived just across the street, so yeah, we were neighbors.

My sisters didn't even bother to introduce us, but she smiled and greeted me, and I didn't think much of her because she wasn't a Brighton babe and so wasn't my type. Besides, she was a Muslim and wore a hijab. I couldn't tell if she had curves or breasts, so I just nodded and continued chatting.

Being in a new town and without a single friend, I hadn't touched a woman in a solid five months. Big pimples had started appearing on my face, and I knew it was because of too much unreleased sperm. I was scared to burst them because I knew that the moment I did, sperm would come out, not pus.

The following week, I decided to stroll, so I took a bike to Captain Cook restaurant. My sisters had been talking about the place and how nice their food tasted.

Immediately I entered, someone bumped into me with a pack of soup and hit my penis, while some of the soup spilled on my trousers.

"Is that a rock or is there a gun inside your trousers?

To my surprise, I responded, "You're the one that woke up the Lion in me".

We both looked up, and it was Maya, my sister's friend and neighbor. Our eyes locked, and we both burst out laughing.

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know it was you." She said while standing up and apologizing for spilling soup on me.

"Sir?" Well, I've heard that Greenwood girls are very respectful. I smiled and told her it was fine, then I asked for the restroom, and she pointed it out, so I walked briskly inside to wash off the soup and the smell. Thank God I had my perfume and body spray; I always carry them for unplanned emergencies like this one.

As I was brushing it off, the door opened. I didn't bother to turn until I felt a looming presence behind me, so I turned, and standing before me was Maya!

"Jesus, what are you doing in here?" I asked, shocked and scared at the same time.

"Don't be angry, sir, I came to help out. I have wipes." She brought out baby wipes from her handbag, and bending down, she started cleaning my crotch area again, as if we had agreed she could touch me.

With a throbbing erection threatening to burst through my jeans, I was scared and embarrassed at the sight until I saw her eyes literally light up as she felt it, and I swear I saw a smile on her face.

This Greenwood girl has boldness, sha. She didn't even mind that someone  might walk in on us; she just squatted and was cleaning away. Someone walking in would immediately assume I was receiving a blowjob.

I held her arms and helped her up after some seconds that felt like forever because I knew I would release if she didn't stop. I told her someone might come in, and she smiled and said it was fine, sir.

She now said I should follow her to her house so she could wash the trouser for me, as her parents would have gone to observe their daily salat and wouldn't be home. I wasn't born yesterday; I knew an invitation when I saw one, and suddenly, even with the hijab, she looked like the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. God surely works in mysterious ways.

After buying another plate of soup for her and some snacks for myself, we boarded one bike, and for the first time, I felt her backside. I knew she had curves underneath the hijab as she kept bouncing backward due to the bad road, rubbing her soft ass against my solid bulge. God knows how to bless and reward his children. Sebi they say, the patient dog eats the fattest bone. I was on my way to eat this fat ass after five long months of starvation.

We rushed each other like wild animals the second she locked the door. It was as if a referee blew a whistle and said, "On your marks, set, go!" In seconds, I removed her hijab; she was completely naked underneath. She didn't have breasts like I suspected, but by Jove, her ass? Her ass was the only consolation I required. They say good things come to those who wait, and I have waited, on God!

For the first time, I noticed her lips; she had the most amazing and fully developed lips that looked like two wet vaginas. Those lips would do wonders to an erect manhood.

"Maya, you have the most beautiful lips I've ever seen." She smiled shyly, but my penis smiled with confidence.

I lowered my head and kissed her lips, gently at first, but she rushed me and even bit my lips. I thought it drew blood. She kissed me like she was starved and my saliva would save her life.

But she was using too much tongue, and I wasn't comfortable with so much saliva in my mouth from someone I didn't know. She didn't know how to use what she had. It's like having a big gun and you can't fire. I realized she probably suffered from a lack of experience.

After a short time, she slipped her right hand under and unzipped my jeans, trying to force my erect cock through the small hole between my jeans. I knew I had to help her before she injured my weapon of mass orgasm. I unhooked my belt and let the jeans fall to the ground.

She broke off the kiss as she felt my bulge fully for the first time and smiled at me: "Wow, you're big!" I laughed and we continued.

I helped her pull me out, and when we were both naked, I carried her to the couch, laid her down, held my breath, and went down on her.

The bush there was unexpected. It's like Greenwood girls don't shave, but a hungry lion can never be stopped by mere bushes. Parting the bushes
with my mouth and fingers, I kissed it. She smelled and tasted like joy soap. I wasn't going to be deterred, so I pushed a finger inside and drew circles and alphabets with my tongue, then I animatedly lapped my tongue inside and against it. She moaned loudly.

"Do you have a condom?" she asked in pidgin. I mumbled what sounded like "yes" while my face was still between her legs, eating away hungrily while she used her two hands to support her thighs and spread her legs wider on the couch.

I found my jeans somehow with my left leg,
dragged it, and brought out my Kiss condom and wore it.

"Are you sure about this?" I brought my head up to ask just to make sure I had her consent.

She yanked my head back down inside her, and that was all the response I needed.

Gently, I held her right leg and placed it on my shoulder. She adjusted and balanced well for me with her elbow propped up on the armrest of the couch. I found her wet and
dripping pussy again and playfully stroked her vigorously.

She screamed, and I covered her mouth immediately.

"Daddy, sorry! Daddy, please fuck me!" I was not used to being treated with so much respect; Brighton babes won't call you daddy; they will just close their eyes or look at you like you're their mate, so I enjoyed every bit of it, to be honest, And so, like a good daddy, I did. Balancing her leg on my shoulder, I positioned my full seven inches and slowly slid in. She shifted downwards, raised her hips, and swallowed all of me. This girl didn't lack experience at all; she wore it better than I wore the condom

She brought her leg down from my shoulders and locked it around my waist as I went in fully into her warm, wet, and slippery mound. I started thrusting with a vengeance.

"Daddy, ooo! Fuck me harder, please!" This girl was taking my seven inches and asking for more, so I knew I had to make a good first impression to earn a second invitation.

So, I slowed my thrusts, pulled out of her, and brought her down to the floor. Then, as if she read my mind, she positioned herself on all fours. Experience had finished this girl! I checked my condom to make sure it was still intact because I can't cum today and then go tomorrow.
I knelt down behind her and grabbed her hips, staring at her perfect ass and so I started pumping her slowly and slowly and gradually started increasing my speed

Every thrust was a hit, I was hitting and smashing her with calculated thrusts. I raised my head up to the heavens and blessed the angels for this wonderful meal and when I looked down, she was now on her elbows and had arched back and was speaking Arabic or so, I couldn’t tell.
I kept pumping and pumping, twisting my waist left, right and even 360 until the moment of climax was near. I went on supersonic speed and pumped like I was about to go, I groaned out loud and she screamed with her face pressed against the couch and we came together.

After we got dressed, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Maya as she tidied up the living room. Her hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, and a satisfied smile lingered on her lips. I felt an unexpected urge to linger, to explore this new connection further, but I knew I had to be cautious.

“Um, I should probably head back before my family starts to worry,” I said, trying to keep my tone light even though I didn’t want to leave.

She looked up from where she was picking up the cushions and pouted playfully. “But we just got started! Can’t you stay a little longer?”

The way she said it, with a hint of mischief, made my heart race again. “I wish I could, but...”

“Okay, okay. I get it.” She sighed dramatically, then laughed. “But I expect you to come back soon. I want round two!”

“Deal,” I replied, unable to hide my smile. “I promise I’ll be back. And next time, I’ll bring snacks.”

“Only snacks?” she teased, raising an eyebrow. “I hope you’ll bring more than that next time!”

I chuckled as I made my way to the door. As I stepped outside, the evening air hit me, cooling the warmth that had enveloped me in Maya’s house.

I took a deep breath, feeling both exhilarated and anxious. My mind was racing with thoughts of Maya, but also about the potential for new adventures in Greenwood. I was a long way from Springfield, but maybe this change could be a good thing after all.

As I walked home, I replayed the events of the night in my mind, a mix of disbelief and excitement swirling within me. I felt like I had stepped into a new world, one where anything was possible, and I was eager to embrace it.

When I finally reached my house, I found my sisters sprawled on the couch, glued to a movie. They barely acknowledged me as I slipped past them, but I didn’t care. My mind was still lost in the moment I had just shared with Maya.

In my room, I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling as thoughts of Maya filled my head. I hadn’t expected to connect with anyone so quickly, especially not a girl like her. Sure, she wasn’t what I had imagined, but there was something about her that drew me in.

Before I knew it, I had my phone in hand, typing out a message.

“Hey, Maya. Thanks for tonight. I had an amazing time. Can’t wait to see you again!”

I hit send, heart racing with anticipation. Almost immediately, my phone buzzed with a reply.

“Me too! Let’s make it soon. I’m counting on you to bring those snacks!”

I laughed, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. I couldn’t wait to see her again and explore what this new relationship might bring.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Greenwood was going to be full of surprises. And I was ready for every single one of them.

The days turned into weeks, and my life in Greenwood began to take shape. I spent more time with Maya, and each meeting brought us closer. We shared laughter, stories, and late-night snacks as we explored our connection. She introduced me to her friends, and I finally began to feel like I belonged in this new town.

One sunny Saturday, we decided to have a picnic at a nearby park. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sun cast a warm glow over everything. We spread out a blanket and shared our favorite snacks, reveling in the simplicity of the moment.

As we talked and joked, I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. I had been so resistant to moving to Greenwood, yet here I was, finding joy in the unexpected.

“Can you believe how far we’ve come?” Maya said, glancing at me with a smile. “Just a few weeks ago, we were strangers.”

“I know, right?” I replied, taking a sip from my drink. “It feels like I’ve known you forever.”

She leaned closer, her eyes sparkling. “You think this is just a fling?”

I hesitated, my heart racing. I didn’t want to overthink things, but I also didn’t want to let her down. “I hope not. I really like you, Maya.”

Her smile widened, and she reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers. “I like you too. Let’s see where this goes.”

As we sat there, surrounded by laughter and sunshine, I realized that moving to Greenwood had opened a door I never expected. My life had shifted in ways I hadn’t imagined, and I was excited to embrace whatever came next.

In that moment, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I was no longer just a boy lost in a new town; I was growing, learning, and discovering new parts of myself—thanks to Maya and the adventures we shared.

With a heart full of hope and anticipation, I leaned in and kissed her softly. This was just the beginning of a beautiful journey, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us.

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