NOT ABOUT BEING SMART

Stella took short strides into the university chapel. Wavy at first but with each step she gained more confidence. Being a first year student was hectic, the hurdle of processing, lectures and strangeness of the environment could almost make one give up. But she had weathered the storm and was getting to feel the vibe of being on campus. As she sat in church pew, she turned to look right, her unsteady glanced affixated on a guy four seats down the aisle. He too was staring. John the guy was now an expert at picking first year girls, anyway he thought they were easy, fresh and still had fresh untapped oil.
The service ended 2hrs later the expert lady magnet John, rehearsed his line and as he approached Stella their conversation ensued, within minutes he had gotten her phone number. He even walked her to the hostel where she stayed, what a kind gentle man she thought.

To John, a major deal had just been made. One week later she was in his room alone, the oil of lust waxed hot, stolen bread smelt tastier afterall. Before long both were down in the fire of emotions and the longings of the heart was finally nailed through. With each deep breath the urge waned and minutes later both were done. Stella curled to one side feeling ashamed and in tears, John laughed and told her it was okay that she had finally become part of the University. Stella kept sobbing uncontrollably. An angered John asked her to leave his room, if she wasn't ready to become a woman. With tough bites on her lip Stella said " I'm not crying because this is my first time, but I'm crying because am HIV positive and I forgot to tell you".

The smart looking, heavy bearded and well sculpted John froze for what seemed like eternity.... Atlast he had been caught in his own web. Tears rolled down his eye, for the first time he regretted."You would've told me, yes you would've told me" John kept saying this several times