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I’ve never been one to believe in the true friendship or loyalty that could be gotten from social media, especially Instagram. But Ben had proven me wrong.

At first, he seemed to be stalking me because he would comment on all my posts, send private messages to me to check on me and all.

When the lockdown started, he would leave messages for me every morning. Gosh! He knew how to spin words together to make even the grumpiest girl smile.

He was gradually beginning to grow on me. Then he asked for my number to speak with me. He said he wanted us to become friends. I freaked out. I didn’t respond to his messages for about five days.

He started apologizing that he never meant to offend me but just wanted to take things to the next level and relate with me in a different way.

Two more days of ignoring his messages, I finally replied. I could sense genuine happiness and relief from his replies. He apologized profusely for asking for my number and explained that he loved my voice and just wanted to hear it on the morning of his birthday.

God! I felt bad. He had been so supportive for months and this was the only thing he had asked of me.

So, out of sheer curiosity, I asked: “When’s your birthday?"

“April 12,” he replied.

I was confused. I couldn’t possibly say no to such a loyal fan. After hours dragged on, I finally sent my private number to him on the condition that he calls a maximum of once a week for starters.

* * *

My phone vibrated non-stop. I wondered who was calling so early, disrupting my beautiful sleep, cutting short my dream. I picked, and instantly my eyes sprang open.

His voice was deep, sensual, alluring, without him even trying hard. Seconds had gone past and when I came to my senses, I heard him laughing. He sounded so happy.

“Good morning, too. Please, who am I speaking with?” was all I could say at that point, wondering if one of the angels had finally found me.

“Pardon my manners. This is Ben, your number one fan on Instagram,” he replied.

I jumped up immediately, becoming aware of myself and my surroundings. I didn’t know when my mouth opened and I started speaking.

"I love your voice. It's so beautiful. You should have a radio show because the world deserves to listen to this voice of yours. Oh! And happy birthday, Ben," I said all that without a care.

He laughed again, and the next time I looked down at my phone, we had spoken for hours.

We started chatting on WhatsApp almost immediately. He seemed to know me. The connection was uncanny. We clicked instantly. We had chatted for three straight days about almost everything, from past relationships to sex and favourite positions, when I received 12,000 naira airtime on my phone.

While I was wondering who sent it, I got a text from Ben that read, “I know I used up most of your data these past few days. Please, manage this airtime.”

That was thoughtful, I said to myself.

Later that evening, I posted a video on the gram wearing sports bra and shorts while trying to dance. Ben called a few minutes later, claiming I was about to kill him. He said he got an instant erection just watching the video.

Feeling a bit bold, I asked, “Should I make you cum?”

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