Getting into the University, I didn’t really know what to expect of the place. I have had plans of being one of the coolest kids around the campus. I’d intended to keep my hair until it become long enough so I could do braids and use it to pull all the chicks and shit like that. But being a “Jambite” was not as rosy as I’d imagined it would be.
My very first week in school, and I knew I was in deep shit. One of the very first “objectives” I’d hoped to achieve in my first year was to get a regular girlfriend. Someone I hoped would be as sex-hungry as I was and satisfy each other’s desires. I got into school and was so amazed by the number of beautiful ladies I saw there. My first semester was the worst semester I ever had in the University. I never had the time for ladies as much as I would have liked, as I wrote numerous tests and assignments and prepared for exams.
School was damn exhausting.
It was during the exam period that I met and got acquainted with Joan. She was my course mate, and she resumed later than everybody else. Joan was very pretty. She liked to laugh and did so a lot. I wasn’t much of a joker but managed to make her enjoy laughing. We went home after the semester ended and didn’t hear from each other again till we met the next semester. Phones were yet to become very popular amongst students then and this caused me to do something that made me laugh till this day. I bought a greeting card that carried a message of love and gave it to Joan when I saw her. She read it in my presence and laughed a long, hearty laugh then she told me that the card was nice and lovely, but she already had a boyfriend. That was my very first taste of rejection and it was really, really painful.
After that incident, I became a little bit conserved for a while. I avoid asking any ladies out for fear that I might get rejected again.
My second semester was much more fun than the first and though I met and became friends with many ladies, I never went further than been a platonic friend. My first year in the University ended without me having a girlfriend or even having sex at all. I just wanked all the way through it and hoped that next year would be better.
I returned for the new session, more prepared than I was for the one before it. I made sure to get good clothes and nice shoes, trying to keep up with the cool dudes on campus. I went for most of their parties and hung out with most of them, I formed a clique with three of my friends, Kaycee, Mike and James. We went for all the important parties and to the club that had just been opened not far from the school. It was on one occasion at the club that Kaycee introduced me to a friend of his, Mabel. She was light skinned and very pretty. When we met she was wearing a sleeveless blouse that stopped above her belly button and a very short, black skirt that showed off her thighs. In my head, I’d thought Kaycee was setting me up on a date right in the club there with the music blaring and us hardly hearing ourselves.
I should have asked that we go outside and talk where it was not so noisy but I was more interested in dancing with her. She let me hold her hips and rub my crotch against her big bum, even pushing my erection against her so she felt it. I hadn’t been that intimate with a lady for a long time so I couldn’t control my dick as my erection grew in my trousers.
I told Mabel I liked the way she danced and she smiled at me. I never knew she was letting me grind my erection against her for a reason, until when she suddenly stood and told me if I was going to “talk business” or not? I stood there looking in her pretty eyes wondering what kind of business she wanted us to talk about in the middle of the dance floor in the club. It dawned on me then. Mabel was a student, yes, but so were many of the girls in the club that night. It was Ladies Free Night, and they had all trooped in with hopes of meeting worthy men who would take them home and give them a handsome amount of money after the act had been done.
I was so naïve that I didn’t know all these things until later. When Mabel realized I couldn’t afford her for the night, she politely excused herself, leaving me to stand there alone. I was so ashamed, so confused that I left the club and went home. When I told Kaycee about the incident, he laughed so hard at me. I was angry at him for setting me up on such a meaningless date. He told me not to worry, and assured me that he would arrange another meeting with Mabel.
Three days later he asked me to accompany him somewhere and I did. He took me to a students’ quarter majorly occupied by females and I assumed he had taken me along on one of his pussy-hunting trips, to the land of vaginas. When we got there, he took me to a room, knocked and when the door opened, I saw Mabel standing there, looking so unlike the lady I had met in the club three days earlier. I was shocked and embarrassed again. I wanted to kick Kaycee in the balls for not telling me where he was bringing me to but Mabel didn’t know who I was until he told her about the guy she had introduced to her in the club. Recognition finally came to her and she looked at me, chuckled, apologized and chuckled again. Then Kaycee said he had to rush off to somewhere and left me alone with Mabel. It was a very awkward moment for me. I didn’t know what to make of her and she kept quiet most of the time too.
We didn’t want to discuss about the incident in the club. We just talked about other unimportant things. I looked at the pretty lady and asked myself many questions. Was she a hooker, or a student who needed to sleep with men to pay her fees and rent? Probably she just did it for the fun of it? I wanted to ask her all these questions but I didn’t. When Kaycee returned looking so smiley-faced I knew he’d gone to bang a chick right in that very hostel while I endured an extremely awkward time with Mabel. On our way home he asked if we had “smooched” or even kissed, I looked at him and asked him if he was mad.
His laughter made me realize he had been mocking me. What a cruel fellow.
After that day, I started to visit Mabel and spend much more time with her until she became comfortable enough to tell me her story. She had no parents, and the uncle who had trained her through secondary school had lost his job and couldn’t pay her fees. I felt sorry for her, and didn’t question her motives at all. I had already made up my mind that I was only there for the sex that I hoped would come out of whatever it was that was to happen between us. The evening she told me her story, we lay on the bed together. When I noticed her saddened mood was almost resulting to tears, I held her in my arms, and we shared a kiss, a deep passionate kiss. I would have gone further, but I decided not to. I forced myself not to, shutting out the voice of “Evil Joe” as he began to speak, stiffening the urges that had begun to develop in my loins.
That act seemed to pay off, in the events that ensued when I visited her the next evening. I hadn’t even prepared for it. I’d bought her a plate of Supreme vanilla Ice cream from a nearby supermarket and was only going to check on her when Mabel locked the door behind her after she’d ushered me inand literally pounced on me. Her kiss was voracious, like she wanted to devour my lips. I let the ice cream drop from my hand and grabbed Mabel’s butt. She was putting on a short, black skirt. I let my hands go beneath it and grab her flesh to find out there was no panty beneath the skirt, the skin was soft, smooth and warm.
I dragged it up so I could caress and squeeze her extremely soft butt-cheeks. Her tongue was deep inside my mouth as she got rid of my shirt and fought hard to undo my belt. She dragged me to the bed and we both fell on it. I removed her t-shirt and her bra, revealing the beauties that were her boobs. I sucked on both hardened nipples while she moaned. I was already naked, and lying on top of her, our bodies rubbing against each other, hot with desire. I held my dick and rubbed it against her slit causing her to hiss, protruding her waist invitingly, telling me to plunge in. I hesitated. She rubbed her hands all over me and asked me why I was waiting. I was thinking to myself.
Do I dive in without a rubber or not?
Mabel was no ordinary chick. She slept with men for money and some of those men could have offered her more for the option of doing it without using a rubber.
Did she accept such offers or not?
While I thought, I rubbed the tip of my dick against her clit and she hissed again with pleasure. The sensation was driving me wild. Finally, I thought to myself, after waiting for a few more seconds, I was about to have sex with a lady again, and not with my palms. Here, I was deciding if to go in without a rubber or not. It’s like Mabel finally realized the dilemma I was going through and told me there was a packet of condoms in her purse. I was glad when she told me that. I asked her where the purse was, and she told me. Just as I got off her and went to get the rubber, she sat up on the bed and began to put her clothes back on.
When I asked her what she was doing, she told me she was no longer in the mood.
I just stood there, totally naked with a condom on my erect penis and a “what the entire fuck?” look on my face…
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