We got to my room and I played some music. It was a soft and slow west-life song. I asked her to dance with me. We danced around the room, classical oldies style, closely glued together and moving in a regular pattern.
I started kissing her and she responded. We stood up and kissed while cassey pressed her br'e'a's't tightly on my body. I tugged on her shirt, trying to remove it, she drew herself backwards and removed the shirt herself. She wore a jean trousers, and a black bra. I kissed her once more as I unhooked her bra. Those firm bosom once more stood boldly! I grasped the br'ea'st and started sucking immediately. Cassey leaned forward against me, her legs were quaking like they can't support her body weight again. I kissed her down her tommy, knelt down and kissed her belly button, trying to unbutton her jean. She pulled me up lightly, told me to give her some minutes to shower.
"I had a rough day, I need a little freshening up to do. Can I use your bathroom?"
"Of course", I replied. My di'kk was already swollen and waiting for action. It just has to wait a bit longer.
"Which one is your towel?", she asked as she entered the bathroom.
"Orange", I replied. "But you may not need it, I can towel you dry with my tongue".
She laughed out loud from the bathroom.
"Baaaaaddd boyyyyy", she yelled.
She was looking refreshed when she left the bathroom. She had toweled her body, but there were still droplets of water on her chest and back. She tied my orange color towel around her chest and stood in front of the mirror, trying to arrange her hair.
I couldn't resist the fresh bare skin staring at me. I stood up from the bed and went to meet her standing on the mirror. I stood behind her and held her closely to myself as we both faced the mirror. I started kissing her bare back, and tickling it with my tongue. I turned her to face me, then kissed her lips as I let loose the towel. It fell freely on the floor. I tickled her ni'p-les with my tongue and she responded by pushing them forward a bit. I held one in my hands and sucked the second while she moaned softly. I teased and sucked with my tongue while I caressed her bare buttocks with my hands. She was moaning and feeling uneasy, almost falling at one point. I gradually placed her on the bed, pulled off my cloth and trousers. I moved my tongue across her tommy and watch as she jerked in pleasure. I gradually patted her legs with my hands, caressed her pubic region a bit with my hands, bent my head in between her legs and located her c'l'it'or-is. It was already stimulated and swollen. I teased it with my tongue, a lick, stroking it with my tongue, flapping my tongue steadily as it hits her cl'it successively in an upward wave. She jerked forward and backwards with her hips. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed. I kept licking her cl-i'to-ris, teasing it steadily with my tongue. The moaning became louder. Her hands on my head as I suck her. I enclosed the clit with my lips, held it inside while I use the tip of my tongue to lash on it repeatedly. She moaned and twisted her hips, a movement which allowed my to notice her wetness fill my bed sheet. Her laps were also wet in the process. I gently moved a finger into her wet c'u'.nt, I manipulated her veegee and sucked her clit simultaneously. Her reaction sent wild passions over me, she started moaning softly. . .,"oh my gooshh".
I manipulated her more as the wetness flowed out from her c'u'nt and filled my hands.
"Oh my gooshhh". . .she was still moaning.
I removed my fingers, went to my drawers and got out my condoms. Her eyes were still shut, moaning blissfully while I wore the condoms. I patted her legs wider as I mounted her. I directed my d'kk right inside her wet c'u,nt, with a swift move of my hips, her warmness enveloped my d'kk and sent sweet sensation all over me.
It was a jolly ride as I kept raming my dic'kk into her, she kept moaning continuously, and at a point, the screams of "fu''kk meee" filled my room.
"Yes...yes...yes..., f'uckkk". She was screaming as I fu'c'ked deep into her. She moved her hips emphatically to receive my thrust and pushes them forward to f'u-ckk back as I pull backwards to ram in again. She suddenly grabbed me, folding her hands around my back and held my tight, her hips jerked forward and backward as she came violently. The feel of her br'e'as't against my chest and the hips grinding her c'u,nt against my d'kk made me to come. It was so pleasurable and I remained inside of her as she held me tightly to herself. She let go of me after a few minutes and slept of immediately. I covered her waist with the towel and lied down beside her.
She was really wide on bed. Like she was letting loose all the stored energy. I felt a slight pinch of pain on my back. She must have broken my skin when she clung on me.
I pulled out the condom, went into the bathroom and wrapped it with a tissue paper and left it there.
I came back to bed and cassey was sleeping like a baby. She looked great as she slept. I didn't know what exactly I was going to do with her. She doesn't know I had a girlfriend, and I didn't want to see her hurt.
Text alert on my phone. I picked it up, it was my roomie. I opened the text:
"Alert! Code Red! Booing 249 on enemy's territory! Abort all military action and return to base immediately! Yours faithfully".
Jeeeezzzz!!!!! My girl friend was around!
This is serious!
My roomie couldn't joke with such a thing. I read the text again:
"Alert! Code Red! Booing 249 on enemy's territory! Abort all military action and return to base immediately! Yours faithfully".
249 was Rita's matric number, and what I and my roomie uses to describe her in our coded sms. On enemy's territory; she's definitely in palmville, my lodge.
What was I going to do? Cassey was still sleeping peacefully, half Unclad. I was almost Unclad apart from my boxers. Our clothes were littered everywhere. Why didn't she tell me she was coming? We spoke this morning and she never mentioned it.
Rita had access to my room whenever she wants to come. She wasn't with my spare key, but she could make an appearance like she owns the room. But most times, she calls before coming, and on very few occasions, she just stops by. This was such few occasion, and I was lying almost Unclad in bed with another girl.
My mind was racing fast. I was searching for alternative solutions to this predicament. If rita is already inside my hostel, there was no way I could take cassey out. She will certainly be at the door before cassey puts on a cloth.
I picked my phone and sent a text to my roomie:
There was no time to articulate a belgium code. . .
"Find a way to distract her, she must not enter the room".
I waited for some seconds, expecting a knock on the door, or a pull and an order for the door to be opened.
None came.
Rita was not a violent person. She wasn't that kind of girl that will pounce on another girl for sleeping with her boyfriend. She was a calm, rich and confident girl. She was trained to believe that money solves all problems. She doesn't let anything border her, not even relationships. I understand her completely, that was why I always give her enough space. I didn't know what she was going to do if she discovered I had a girl inside. I didn't want to find out, because girls can surprise you sometimes.
No knock on the door, no movement on the corridor.
I sent another text:
"Situation report"
A reply came in.
"Booing 249 headed to Grace airport. Disaster averted! Mission accomplished. Yours faithfully".
Rita was going back to Grace lodge, her hostel! Thanks goodness. How did my roomie manage to pull this one off?
Samuel was a sanguine and good with his mouth. He was always playfull and the girls in my hostel like him a lot. You would easily think it will be easy for him to sleep with most of them, but its not. Behind that playfulness lies a big disadvantage; he was never taken seriously by the girls. They considered him a slight joker, who would kiss and tell if he had the chance to kiss.
At least I was glad he used his skills to avert the looming trouble. I will find out how he did it, later.
Right now, I need to take cassey home, so I can go to Rita's place. Who knows what samuel told her, and if she bought it. I will soon find out.
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I woke cassey up later in the evening. She dressed up silently, staring at me at different intervals. I walked her out of the hostel. Her attitude was sort of strange. I asked if everything was ok and she replied affirmatively.
Samuel was not within the hostel premises, I wanted to find out from him what he discussed with Rita. I took cassey to the junction and she boarded a bike home.
I called Rita, it was obvious she was with her friends. There was noise and chats at the background.
"Hello sweet, where have you been?", she asked over the phone.
"Here and there", I answered vaguely.
"Would you please come over?", she asked in her usual fashion, applying courtesy at every conversation,
I wish I attended a better secondary school!!
I boarded the next bike to Grace lodge.
Rita was with her friends when I got to her room. The number of slippers outside the room was so much that I nearly turned to go back. She was selective when it came down to friendship. I could hardly pin-point any of her friends that I could regard as being a close friend. She doesn't have a room-mate, because, according to her, it always ends in a misunderstanding.
I knocked and went in. There were four of her friends at the room, gisting and gossiping about topics I wasn't interested in; celebrities, fashion, and movies. I sat at the chair and listen to the girls talk. I kept myself occupied with a recent edition of Ovation magazine at her desk. Nothing I was interested in, just to kill time.
Soon, her friends dispersed, and I was left alone with her. Rita walked up to me and sat at my laps.
"Hello stranger", she said.
Its been like two weeks since I and Rita made love. She was preoccupied with lots of stuffs before her monthlies started, and since then, I've really been a stranger.
"Sorry babe, I just wanted you to miss me small". I replied.
"Well, your plans worked, I missed you like hell. I had to come down to that your ghetto to look for you".
Rita hated my hostel. She called it a ghetto; it wasn't far from the truth. My lodge was a safe haven for some warri miscreants who were popular with their daily smoking of indian hemp. It was unregulated, so they could pack like six of their kind in a room, live there for the entire year.
"Well, now you have me to yourself", I joked, "just give me something to eat so I don't collapse".
She chuckled, I knew she didn't have food in her kitchen. Rita's pot could remain sparkling clean from the beginning of the semester to the end. Just a carton of noodles and enough provisions and she's done for the semester. She eats out anytime she wants to take heavy food.
"I can prepare quaker oats for you".
I laughed out.
"Or you can eat me".
That's more like it. .
To Be Continued Next Week and pls I would really appreciate if you people kindly drop your comments
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