I helped her pay boda boda, she now wants to refund me with sex

Have you ever, as a student encountered a generously giving student? As many of the campus girls smile or probably pull strings to get attention of some sponsors, to some other special class, one is never enough. They can't stoop so low. A business opportunity is always with you or so they say. They normally go out hunting on daily basis. And when a prey brings itself accidentally, the opportunity is taken and well used.

My friend John became a good Samaritan and automatically invited the provision of services.  
After the threat, this is what he said. ‘I have seen it brother.’ Today, I woke up very early because I had an exam at eight. It's like nobody else was out by that time. So, I took my jerry can and went to the water point to get bathing water so as to leave early for school. I went up the gate where the water point is. From far I could see a motor bike at the gate. When I got there, I met a boda boda rider arguing with lady over fare. However, when I got near, they stopped and awaited me. It was still dark for it was some few minutes past five. The compound light is a bit far. So, I couldn't get a clear view of them; where she was coming from this early, none of my business.

  
When I looked like I was passing them, the lady called. "Hi?"
I couldn't have any reason not to answer the greetings. So I did.  
"unaweza kuwa na soo soo utuvunjie mia mbili?" I could not figure exactly what kind of notes I had in my room. Remember, I was still dressed like you can imagine; no cent with me. I simply said no. She pleaded so much that I felt pity for her losing the other one hundred. So, I promised to check in my room. On getting back with a jerry can of water, I looked unto my monies and realized that I had only one noti ya soo. My conscience did not let me continue with my preparations. I took the note and went to explain to her that only that one was available. She pleaded that I give it to the rider and she could sort me later as we were in the same out of campus all-inclusive rented hostels. I told her my room number and she looked so innocent not to pay back the money.

The hostels are so vast with over 100 rooms. They are strategically located in a busy town, a former provincial head quarter. They host students from three different city campuses, a nearby kmtc and some civilians.  The students are always in shifts of full time and institution based programmes. So, knowing people here is a dream not valid. I sincerely had not seen her before. So, as I vomited BE04 as my room number and hers as AK10. I had even no clue where exactly that her room is. But I would look if she failed to appear soon. She looked modest and promised to bring the money in the evening. I did my morning paper and spent the rest of the day in the library.

In the evening, I did all that I had to do. Before 9.00pm, I heard a knock. You must know that in our students rooms, other than the bed, there couldn't be any other furniture. This is typically my case; only bed and its components. So, I don't waste time preparing anything before ushering someone in. I just responded, "ingia." I was astonished to see her bring the money; since when? This was someone to check on. She however, was dressed as if it wasn't at night. She wore a very short macro skirt that exposed the juicy thighs; her top dress covered not her upper sphere of influence. She smiled at me from the door and I paid it back. I however sensed danger when she requested to remove her shoes. I told her not to mind but she insisted.

 
"Hapana. Nitachafua room na vile umeidash. Si hata wewe uko na slippers. Bytha sikai."  
She faced the door and removed the shoes in the most provocative way possible. I couldn't imagine anything beyond bringing money because anyway this is a campus girl and this is how they force everybody to kula kwa macho. She then walked straight to where I was seated on the bed. Steps calculated, sure footed, the smiley face and the watery eyes fixed on me. She stood just in front of me, legs apart. The skirt is a see through.

  
"I know you did not believe nilipokushow nitakuletea dow."  

I felt like standing up. I felt like telling her to bring the money.  She started pulling up the skirt centimeter after the other. I tried not to look at what was being exposed but I could not.

 
"You know what? Ukiadd kakitu kidogo ... Nitakufanyia short moja. Ama unataka full?"  Long silence. I

 soon realized that I was losing my senses and control. I reached out for the phone and attempted being busy. "Ama ju ulinifanyia favour morning, ile istand for first short. Utapay zingine... unajua wanafunzi kama nyinyi hampatangangi favor kama hizi..... changamka mwanamme wewe."

  
The unidirectional "conversation" continued between my friend and comrade John and the generous lady student. His attempts to concentrate on his phone saw him send me a three letter message,  "cme".  
As I am not very well versed with this language, I couldn't tell whether it's "see me “or" come.”
Since I was just three doors from his, I took myself there. When visiting him, I normally leave my manners in my room. So, I threw myself into his without knocking.

 
When I sighted the scenario, I saw my friend as silly. I quickly wondered how he could compromise his personality just like. Not John. I just couldn't understand, "why call me, we combine efforts?"  
I simply said sorry and turned back. John faltered me not to. I turned and still, she was bent over him, her skirt was high barely covering it and one leg was still on the bed. John was looking through her side as he tried to avoid looking at what his eyes had been offered.  

"So, utaki dow zako?" I quickly asked, "John, ulikuwa..."  
"Yes. Niko na down payment yake. Kama hutaki, sipembelezangi mastude mimi." With that, she left. We didn't see her over the weekend.

  
Yesterday, as I was busy chatting over the phone in the library, I saw someone wave at me. I was so sorry that she is my comrade; more sorry for her parents back at home. They think their daughter is studying in the university.