This story is from UJCHIEF Mazi"s bunkmate and he is telling us his story from his point of view
I went to the photographer's stand later on. I was determined to proof to this weird guy that looks is not everything. Maybe he felt his looks will score him more girls than my money. The truth is that money will get you twice the number of girls a broad shoulders and six-packed stomach would get you. Some of those six-packs were huger that brought them out.
Stella was already waiting for me when I got there. She was helping the photographer arrange some pictures in an envelop. She was holding the ones I snapped yesterday with my friends. We spent some time at the stand, snapped some pictures together and headed to the mami. I ordered a bottle of red-label. I loved spirits more than bear. We drank until my other friends joined us. I was close to stella as we drank. I placed my hands on her laps and squeezed them at intervals. I wanted her to know what I was after. I snapped her with my phone, and kissed her at intervals. She responded nicely to me. We posed for a snap while we kissed. I was going to use it as an evidence against the weird guy. I will love to see the look on his face when he pays the 2k. We spent some quality time before I took her to the photographer's room. I collected his keys under the foot mat like he told me and we went inside.
We started kissing almost immediately. I removed her clothes and reached for her br.e,a.st. I sucked them a bit before reaching for her trousers. I pulled them out as we continued the kiss. She asked if I had condoms and I nodded. The mention of condoms took my mind back to the weird one and his silly questions of what I was going to do with them. He will learn his lessons in a bitter way.
I watched the expression on her face when I pulled out my hard d,I,c,.k. It was normal for all the girls I f,u,,c,k.ed to assume I would have a small d.c.k. I love the look on their face when they see the stuff I was made of. They learn thereafter that a man's d.c.k is not in anyway proportional to his height.
I wore the condoms and removed her pants. She threw her legs apart as I entered into her. I f.u..c,ke.d her voraciously, savoring every inch of her wet p.u.s.s,.y. Her groans and moans gave me some satisfaction. I held her two legs high on the air as I entered her at an angle that drove her crazy. I Zap.e,d her and listened to the moans that filled the room. I turned her and entered thru the back. The moaning increased in multiples as I f.u.c.ke,d her from behind. I watched excitedly as her buttocks bounced up and down my d.c.k. We continued until we both ca.me.
I pulled out of her and we lied side by side and slept for a while.
We returned to camp and headed straight to the mami. My friends called my and I told them where I was. They joined us as we drank and smoked and later, my friends and I headed back to the hostel.
I brought back my trophy with me, the used condom. It was an evidence that was going to break the weird guy's heart, I can't wait to see the look on his face when I show all my evidences to him.
I and my friends went back to the hostel and headed to my corner. I had earlier informed them of my bet with the weird guy. We gisted and waited for him to return. I collected his foam as a collateral to the wager he placed. I didn't think he had 2k to spare. It will be hard for him to pay up, so he was going to find somewhere else to sleep.
He came back looking tired and worn out. He requested for his foam, as usual, with a disgusted look. It didn't border me, after this night, he was going to start respecting me. I showed him the used condom and the evidences. The defeated look on his face gave me maximum satisfaction. He still couldn't believe it as he watched the pictures over and over again.
He rushed out of the hostel after then. I was so sure he was going to look for where to burrow the money and pay up. I felt pity for him. I wanted to call him back and cancel the wager, but he was already gone.
I went out to play game with my friends. We must have been there for hours before he returned. He walked up straight to me with that same weird look in his face. I requested for my money and he brought out the used condom. I would have protested like he did, but when I saw the picture of a Unclad girl with him beside her, I held back my protest. It was a solid evidence. He must have gotten that tag not later than yesterday. For it to show on his pictures beside a Unclad girl, it means the event happened here at camp.
I was astonished at this development. I knew looks could score you some chicks, but not as fast as money could. For him to pull up this act fast, even as broke as he looked, was something extraordinary.
I was excited that I had a like mind as a corner mate. The other guys I called my friends were friends because I lavished money around. Never have I been friends with someone who truly likes my company and flows at the same frequency with me.
But somehow, fate has brought the two of us together; we had the same passion for women, but with different perspectives.
This is a new and exciting challenge. I have always believed that money was the key factor for girls, but this weird guy without money was ready to proof me wrong; and I was willing to maintain my philosophy.
I wanted him to be my friend, but since he obviously doesn't like me much; this wager was going to stand and act like a binding factor for we both.
He has challenged my core believe; its either I cave in, or prove him wrong. I was going to do the latter.
Money talks, bull-sh.it works!!!
F.u.ck looks!
"Congrats", I said to him, "but I will be the only one standing when this camp ends", I smiled.
I started making plans on how to beat this weird guy.
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