My name is Adaeze, I’m 18, and I just finished my first year at Enugu State University of Science and Technology (ESUT). I had always imagined my first year in campus to be full of new friends, parties, and fun, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened on my first Fresher’s Night.
The hall was packed. Music was blasting, people were dancing, and the smell of snacks and fried suya filled the air. I went there with some girls from my hostel, just trying to enjoy myself. I was nervous, shy, and very aware that I didn’t know many people. I wanted to blend in, laugh with others, and not feel invisible.
That was when I noticed him. His name was Chike, about 22, in 300L. He wasn’t flashy or loud, but there was something about the way he carried himself — confident, smiling, and always looking around until his eyes landed on me. I didn’t know him at all, but for some reason, I felt drawn to him.
We started talking near the snack table. At first, it was just small talk — about the university, our departments, and the party. But he leaned closer, and I could feel the tension building. His hand brushed mine. My heart started racing. I told myself to stop, but I couldn’t. The music, the energy, the thrill — everything around us made it feel like the world outside that hall didn’t exist.
After a while, he suggested we go somewhere quieter. I followed him to an empty hostel room near the back of the hall. The room was dark, and I could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and music from the party. He kissed me. At first, I froze, but then I gave in.
One thing led to another. He pushed me gently onto the bed, and we started undressing. I remember the feel of his hands on my body, the way he touched me like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. I was nervous, trembling, but also curious.
When he finally entered me, it was intense and fast. The room smelled like our perfumes mixed with sweat, and the sound of the music outside seemed to fade. I felt every movement, every touch, every second, and I couldn’t believe I was doing this with a stranger on my first Fresher’s Night.
It was over quickly. Afterwards, I dressed quietly, my heart still racing. I felt a mix of guilt, shame, and excitement I had never felt before. I couldn’t believe I had given my virginity to someone I barely knew. But in that moment, in that hostel room, it felt like the only thing that mattered.
Walking back to my dormitory, I kept thinking about what had just happened. I knew I had crossed a line, but it was done. That night, I learned how temptation, excitement, and curiosity can take over — and how quickly life can change in one night.
💔🔥 I lost my virginity at Fresher’s Night. I regret it sometimes, but I can’t forget it. It was messy, raw, and unforgettable.
